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  • ananyax 65w

    //Nyctophile//

    The night and I, are trying to make it work. Endeavouring to not become an insomniac, which I have the traits of already. I cudgel my brains out, every night, to have answers to my not so out-and-out questions. However, one question that still tops the night quiz is, “what is holding me back?”.
    We all have had days, when we skip on things unintededly. The regret of not having everything done is what pulling me back. The disappointment of being left behind is what eating my nights. Days, when you have never ceasing, highly unusual things in your head, adds up to the hassle. Astir at the midnight, has become accustomed for us, millennials, but what we don’t see are the consequences in future. Growing up, one thing I have learnt is that aggravating over the missed out tasks is regression. The feeling is normal but not appropriate. It is absolutely okay to be not at the top everyday. Sometimes, you require your own time to heal or to look at least less haggard.
    I still hope to have a better sleep for at least a night, when I’ll neither have any expectations from the next day nor the grudges from the past day.

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    NYCTOPHILE

    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 68w

    However, the intuition still prevails, “what if I fail it once again?” The fear that lurks inside my head. “What if it was me, who failed us as well?” I teeter daily, between the anger and sorrow, nonetheless my day goes on, carrying the burden of emotions, you induced in me.
    It was just yesterday, when my mother told me to clean the room and after a long sigh, I went straight up to the garage and what I saw was out of my knowledge. A canvas was kept in there, that my father had bought last night, my mother told me. It somehow, reminded me of my childhood, when I used to spill the paint all over the white sheets, hoping to get something creative out of it. But nobody taught us that pouring off everything pinned inside our head just makes it more haphazard. Nobody taught us that being intuitive just leads to complications.
    Finally, I went on and brought that canvas to try my hands on it. It did not take me long to figure out what should I begin with. However, I impulsively drew the bloody orchids you gave me once. A few hours later, my mother bought the same orchids for me, and it was then when I realized, it was all a rendezvous. She gave them to me and I laid down the bloody orchids on the porcelain patio.

    #bloodyorchids #theintuition #dilemma #mirakee
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    I wake up every morning to retry, everything, that I couldn’t do the last time.

    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 71w

    Holding a book in one hand and
    A cup of coffee in another, I found
    My peace within. Setting aside all
    The grievances, absorbing the
    Gold coated letters, while listening to
    The acoustic music, I found my peace within.
    When stultified, start grooving,
    Switching to some pop and
    Earphones on;
    Prowling around the room, I get my
    Vision there, the power to be insightful; I found my peace within.
    Seems like a fairy tale, but that is
    To be felt sometimes; singing
    Aloud like a cold breeze over sea; I
    Found my peace within.
    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 71w

    Wondering if I could go back
    Fill this colourless life
    With a tinge of faded pink
    Just like an evening sky.
    Perceiving, it was all a rendezvous
    I click back to the memories
    We made, and those subconscious promises
    To be together; I still sometimes, feel the
    Warmth of our first hug, the goosebumps,
    I felt, the first time you looked into my eyes.
    Certainly knew inside my heart, this is temporary; The fear, that grew inside,
    I lost it for an interim period of time.
    I happen to fall in love, with myself,
    A little too much;
    Yet there is a feeling of
    Forfeiting;
    Solving a conundrum
    Was it me or you?
    Or was it my untamed heart, which fell apart?
    I don't see you as my beloved,
    But what we had, will always remain
    Safe in this bewildered heart.

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    BEWILDERED HEART

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  • ananyax 72w

    Your assumptions are your worst enemies. Believe in them too much, and you'll fail to see what's right under your nose.

    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 72w

    I miss climbing up to the hills,
    Wishing if I could fly.
    I miss the aroma of seas,
    Wishing if I could learn, how to dive.

    The colourful streets,
    each store having it's own value.
    Walking down the various hues,
    Asking my mom to stop;
    Longing to sit, even for a second or two.

    Digging into the memories,
    Yearning to yell, "I'm tired",
    Pining to fall asleep, with a hope,
    To have some difference tomorrow.

    Forgotten the last laugh,
    I took in triumph and delight.
    The last emotion I felt,
    Looking at things with an insight.

    Having a yen for sunrises,
    With a bed of clouds,
    Not knowing what is beneath.
    Watching the sun going down and
    stars coming out,
    Giving myself a worldly wreath.
    ©ananyax #nostalgia #sunsets #wreath #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    NOSTALGIC NIGHTS

  • ananyax 75w

    Saffron, the symbol of strength,
    The struggle for freedom has not come to an end.
    White in the middle, denoting peace and truth;
    Still there is no end to the feeling of Ruth.
    Green, expressing the fertile land;
    That too got manned too soon.

    Freedom is not ideational,
    It is an emotion to live with unflinching determination.
    Years ago, there was a grapple to win the country;
    Today, the lively paths contend to at least win a day to Live in the same country.

    So far to go, so far to take a sigh of relief;
    But not to worry, when we will have each other's back.
    Self reliance, is what the pandemic taught,
    After all, only the locals helped us to retrieve.
    ©ananyax
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    #independenceday #diversity #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    INDEPENDENCE DAY

  • ananyax 76w

    F•R•I•E•N•D•S

    You don't choose your friends; you have been destined to be together.



    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 77w

    URGE UP

    Waking at midnight,
    Wondering if it is alright;
    Speak it out.
    Wondering if it is acceptable,
    To feel, if you carry a clout.

    To and fro, in the room,
    Doesn't cause any good.
    Lurking for a chance?
    It just requires a cup of glance.

    Stir it up, stir the thoughts;
    You might be a bit adherent,
    But a rope is of exiguous knots,
    And your spirit is what makes you proficient.
    Just don't ever let your brain,
    To make a clot.

    ©ananyax

  • ananyax 78w

    Let's not complain for the days we're alive;
    Rather live them.





    ©ananyax