Shriyansh Dash

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Hello , I am a content writer . you are warmly welcomed to my page where i post some of my creative poems , thoughts ,short stories and art to keep you all entertained. enjoy!!!

lost ourselves

Broken into peices ,
Falling through the shallows .
Passing by the bridges ,
Feeling like a callow .
Dreaming through the night,
Waking up Tommorow.
Flying in the sky ,
running through the meadows....I wanna feel the life again ,
Like i felt it back then...
Just the dreams , just the memories
Just the happiness and my fantasies.I wanna live my life again ,
Without any sorrows or pain ,
Just the feelings , just the stories
Just the fun we did without any worries....Growing up made us lost it all...Waking up early , running around ,
Fire in my soul and having breakdowns...
Feeling like am lost , feeeling like am frownd.
Holding up my tears... getting in the lines
Pushing through my fears , wanting me to shine.We have lost ourselves , we have lost it all..
Dont know where it dwells , just trying to recall...Running through the forest , running through the fields.
Wanting to be lost , wanting to feel the breeze.We have lost ourselves , we have lost our light.
Just trying to foretell with all our might,
That some day we all will escape this life,
and be happy forever and be alive.

Fading colors

In hues of transient strokes, a painting comes alive,
Fading colors dancing, as moments swiftly strive.
With each gentle brushstroke, a tale begins to unfold,
A masterpiece in motion, as life's story is told.The canvas, once vibrant, adorned in shades of grace,
Reflects the fleeting nature of our earthly embrace.
Like pigments on a palette, our days begin to blend,
The fading hues of existence, we struggle to comprehend.In youth's vivid spectrum, bold and bright they appear,
A palette of aspirations, dreams we hold dear.
But time, like a whisper, softly tinges the scene,
As the colors lose their brilliance, like a faded dream.Crimson turns to rose, as passion finds its way,
Majestic blues evolve to a tranquil shade of gray.
Golden moments once ablaze, now bear a muted sheen,
As the palette of our being embraces the serene.The vibrant greens of springtime, now autumn's golden blend,
Leaves of life flutter, surrendering to winds that send
Whispers of mortality, a reminder ever clear,
That the canvas of existence is a fleeting frontier.Yet amidst the fading hues, a beauty still resides,
For it's in the fragility, where love gently abides.
In the pastels of nostalgia, cherished memories reside,
A testament to the colors that once painted our stride.So let us brush our canvas with love's tender embrace,
Embrace the fleeting moments, each color, every trace.
For just as paintings age and shades slowly depart,
Our lives are but a masterpiece, a work of priceless art.So, as we gaze upon the painting and our lives unfold,
May we cherish every pigment, each story to be told.
For in the fading colors, a message shall remain,
That life's fleeting existence holds beauty that shall sustain.

Undying love of mother

In the depths of love's embrace, she resides,
A beacon of warmth, where all goodness abides.
With tender hands and a heart so pure,
A mother's love, forever enduring, for sure.She carries us through life's stormy seas,
Guiding, protecting, putting us at ease.
Her voice, a lullaby, soothes our fears,
Her touch, a balm, wipes away our tears.In her eyes, we find unwavering belief,
A steadfast supporter, our greatest relief.
She celebrates our triumphs, big or small,
Cheering us on, she stands tall.Her sacrifice knows no bounds,
She gives her all, without making sounds.
Her selflessness, a constant reminder,
Of a love that burns brighter and higher.She nurtures our dreams, helps us grow,
Instilling in us values we come to know.
Her wisdom, a treasure, beyond compare,
A guiding light, always there.When we stumble, she's there to catch,
With arms wide open, never a match.
Her love, a shelter, in life's harsh weather,
A bond unbreakable, forever and ever.Oh, mother, your love is a masterpiece,
A symphony of grace that will never cease.
You are the rock on which we stand,
A guardian angel, hand in hand.So, let us cherish this precious gift,
A mother's love, a profound uplift.
In every beat of our hearts, her presence is felt,
A bond unbreakable, that forever dwells.

Art with a meaning

These are some of my artwork which hides a significant meaning and reason behind it for more of my artwork you can look out for my art page on instagram @_yut.aka _

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