Welcome to my Blog

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These are some of my poems, new poems will be uploaded every once in a while :) Am I a poet? No. But do I write poems? Yes-and I love it. (doesn't mean I'm very good at it :P) Sometimes I write when a beautiful line strikes my mind, and sometimes when emotions take over the logical brain. In the bigger picture, I don’t write because I already create something amazing. I write because, if I keep writing, one day I surely will. For if you keep waiting to write the perfect poem, you may never get close. But if you keep writing, one of your poems just might feel perfect ✨ the name by the way, ocarminamea = oh carmina mea, which means oh my poems in latin, a simple word play hehe...
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With Her Memories

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 With Her Memories




She loved the colour blue,
She said it reminded her
of Manali's sky in hue,
And I don't think I'll be able to forget that
Even though its been months now we're through
And do I really want to forget her
favourite songs, favourite band?
The paintings she used to send me
or that she loved Harry Potter
and its magical wand...
Yeah she was a Potter Head
And kinda kinda smart too
I liked her flaws too
Honestly there were none
But that was no love that kept us together
If it was anything between us,
It was magic that'll last forever...

~AS, 2024



backstory:

Although I think the poem is kind of self - explanatory, it was indeed written on-about someone, remembering the moments from past, when the writer was missing this one person... but also accepts their departure...

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