calm_chaos

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  • calm_chaos 11w

    #start

    @writersnetwork tankie lob������

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    Datura!

    I am painting my nights
    with happy lies and lying
    hopes, sowing sleeping
    pills on my insomniac
    anatomy and every time
    a plantlet of hypnagogia
    grows, my hallucinating
    nightmares swallow my
    eyelids off to bloom daturas
    of pessimism.
    My nights now look like
    red balloons, not the color
    of love but colored with
    the ichor of trust and faith,
    glistening with stars
    of betrayal and intensified
    with the swallowing of
    my moon by darkness.
    I feed my fireflies,
    nectar of nihilism so that
    they beget virtuosos of life
    and illuminate my path
    when I visit the dark and dank
    world of love again.
    While the meteors of reality
    weaves cacophonies for me
    in the loom of wisdom and
    throw them breaking my
    window pane every night,
    waking the unsleeping I.
    But I await, not for a dawn
    but for a sleep so serene,
    for the rebirth of my moon
    to sing me to sleep,
    cradle my anxious heart
    close to hers and when
    I drink numbness in my slumber,
    I shall puke breathing poesies
    for her eternally!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 12w

    Mångata road!

    You were the first season
    Of love which my moon
    Restraint from changing.
    She named you after the
    Night, for you breathed in
    Darkness and exhaled
    Frabrics of euphoria, which
    The sky wove into serendipitous
    Rainbows. And when you
    Warbled sweet lullabies
    To the monsoon rain,
    My autumn dewdrops learnt
    To cradle their senile leaves
    To eternal sleep. I remember,
    Sleep was your favorite
    Until you learnt the secrets
    Of the stars and brewed scarred
    Nectar for the moonflowers.
    And when you fell on that
    Pebbled road of blunders,
    Your entropy befriended time
    To drown itself in eternal
    Hibernation. And today, I await
    For the zephyr to carry me
    Home, to you. I may fly with the
    Birds but I believe, I will eventually,
    Learn to walk on the mångata
    Road of life. And then, when
    I reach the zenith of nostalgia,
    I shall paint your visage on
    The rivers, foregathering
    Colours and light from the
    Nyctophylic fireflies and then,
    Caress it forever and ever and
    Ever, after which, I shall apologize
    To the moana and whisper
    Into the nothingness,
    "Seasons changed and so did my moon"!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 12w

    #once

    @sumayah_ams
    @_astitva_
    Just because u were waiting ����

    @writersnetwork wow! Wasn't expecting at all�� lob ya����

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    Metaphoric raindrops!

    Once, when i was young,
    I believed that hearts break
    Into red roses and tulips,
    Painting the day into twilight
    And the sun into a blood stained
    Slayer, eradicating umpteen hopes
    By gulping the light from the world
    Just in a blow! But as I bloomed
    Into an ephemeral bud,
    My eternal thorns elucidated me
    That hearts don't break but die
    Bestowing its beats to the
    Stars and all my nyctophylic eyes
    See ain't stars twinkling but
    Umpteen heartbeats, vibing
    To the elegies sung by the scarred moon!

    Once, when i was young,
    I believed that memories were metaphoric
    Raindrops, sometimes, bespattered
    Over craving and crying hearts
    Because once i heard someone say,
    'It is the east and Juliet is the sun'.
    I used to wonder if their love could
    Victory over unwanted memories
    Because the old lady in the street
    Always said memories are nothing
    But trammelled catalysts to melancholy.
    But as my experiences meteorically grew
    Even faster than my capabilities,
    I learnt that memories are
    Synonymized to oblivion and
    There was no burden in carrying them.
    Instead, they flowed down the eyes
    To fall in the canvases of love
    And ruin the paintings of faith and hope!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 15w

    @inky_quill_scribblings for u, dear stranger ��

    @_astitva_ doesn't make sense but dare completed✌

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    And beloved, your smoke lingering over my burning soul, composes poesies for my dead ashes to breathe in love!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 15w

    And sometimes, I drink metaphorical moonlight to effuse poetic pearls from my orbs!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 16w

    #object #LAMEtry

    @writersnetwork ? Really? Tankie ����
    @miraquill ? EC too? Tankie����

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    4th flower of time!

    Blue night

    is dark, a battle of
    emotions, tasting the
    ichor of hundred dreams,
    hope is sabotaged ruthlessly.

    is brimming, with
    bonfires of esteem,
    my espaliered anatomy
    Creeps to reach the wall of enormity.

    is monstrous, the
    inaudible and invisible
    haunts the seen and heard, meanwhile
    the lips of life kisses the venomous emptiness.

    is ephemeral, a rise
    of a golden dawn, just let it
    inhale the alluring aroma of the
    4th flower of time and disguise itself into reds of love!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 16w

    The day, undying metaphors bled from my wrist, I learnt what poetry is! 

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 17w

    #tell

    Thanks for EC @miraquill ������
    Finally @writersnetwork lob ya����
    Thanks for the like @miraquill ��

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    Nights of blues!

    Tell me!
    Tell me, how do I tell you my name?
    When I let the ocean to wipe out yours
    With his tears because my eyes
    Could emit nothing but ounces of ink,
    Oblivious that I could note you down
    Nowhere without a quill that was
    Broken down by a devil
    Christened writer's block.

    So, how do I tell you my name?
    When I threw yours in the
    Sand of memories, knowing
    It will be blanked out by
    The waves of time, in no time
    And time, is nothing but a
    Tongue-tied victim, chanting
    'Tick-tock' out of embarrassment.

    So, answer me!
    How do I tell you my name?
    When I, instead of laughing poesies
    In love, is dancing in the milky way
    With the depressive stars and
    The anxious moonlight, while my soul
    Plays peek-a-boo with the numb
    Black hole, which is nothing
    But the abode of umpteen broken hearts.

    Then, how do I tell you my name, beloved?
    When I beheld my corpse even before
    Death could know that I can sing
    Love songs too and kiss someone as
    The evening zephyr and drink starlight
    In the night to emit sunrays for the onset
    Of a beautiful dawn, unlike now, when even
    My stars have been painted with
    Toxic tar of hopelessness and I
    Pour out nothing but nights of blues.

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 17w

    Pedestrians preaching poesies walk wildly on onset of life's lessons!

    ©calm_chaos

  • calm_chaos 18w

    Poesies sail optimistic moonlight to caress the waves of imagination!

    ©calm_chaos