Who is Arya Gupta

A young poet who has recently begun her passion for writing. Who deeply admires her quality and wants to persuade her life with the talent she has. Her poems are a combination of experiences and imagination together with deep thoughts. "A folklore of a writer, thoughtful words to conceive, as to confront a critic, foliage falls to receive" - Arya Gupta....
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Arya Gupta Poems

  • Death
    Lay on that-one bed,
    that summons your death;
    a desolated chamber,
    to take away your breath. ...
  • Older
    Red chains around neck,
    stuck tightly to a holder;
    a gravity pull towards,
    unknown magical boulder. ...
  • Broken Hearts
    The state of euphoria,
    never that he heard;
    a cause to the song,
    evoking till they burned. ...
  • Solace
    A bruise on my heart,
    only he can give solace;
    slipping away swiftly,
    'cause nothing is flawless. ...
  • Lost
    Hurt me as you can,
    all the lines to cross;
    I will just stay silent,
    all the words to exhaust. ...
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Arya Gupta Quotes

  • 'A folklore of a writer, thoughtful words to conceive, as to confront a critic, foliage falls to receive'
  • 'Search yourself in this, one day you will find peace, you will finally smile and your pain will cease.'
  • 'Getting freedom from this was never one of my goal, but as the death steps, it will slowly free my soul'
  • 'I never knew you meant her, when I thought it was me, this deep pain of the wind, hitting me like cold breeze'
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Pranav Hegde: Your poems are really well written!! Keep posting more of these.

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What? Dost thou mean to cheat me of my heart?
To take all mine and give me none again?
Or have thine eyes such magic or that art
That what they get they ever do retain?
Play not the tyrant, but take some remorse;
Rebate thy spleen, if but for pity's sake;
Or, cruel, if thou canst not, let us 'scourse,
And, for one piece of thine, my whole heart take.
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