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  • curious 83w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short tale on Season

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    Season of betrayal.

  • curious 83w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word micro-tale on Feathers

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    Feathers: Fragile Hope.

  • curious 83w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Deprive

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    You are deprived of my hatred.

  • curious 83w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 3 word short tale on Pain

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    Pain breeds strength.

  • curious 104w

    Amidst all the negativity of Covid-19, the positive that lies undercover is the idea of, "Self Love".

    When around people and loved ones, it was always about what from me can make or keep them happy, what feels right to them, what shall I cook to satisfy their taste buds and a long list ahead.

    Being all alone for past 3.5 months, I have learned to identify my source of happiness within myself. I do things that keep me happy. I wake up early for myself and cook the last night fantasy dish to satisfy my taste buds. I buy groceries on my own and save the last bite of pizza for myself.

    The phone usage for me decreased as I started investing time for me. 'Haldi ka kadha' for well being to 'Cake' for desert craving for myself.

    The people coming out of Covid-19 battle will be entirely different, more focused towards their physical and mental well being, more self sufficient and with less blame game.

    ©curious

  • curious 114w

    #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork #pain

    Purple blends pink and blue ��

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    Dear Pain,

    I am the one that brought you in this universe, your existence comes with my negligence. Inspite of clear signs of me being weak I decided to take in this huge responsibility.
    You are my baby, I can't leave you alone for a second because my hearts cries without you now.
    The lineage I am breeding by nurturing you will end me up soon as your offsprings would captivate all walks of my life.
    I wish I could go back and use the right protection while getting fucked up by life.

    Rendering my arms in front of you.

    Stay safe with me, forever.

    ©curious

  • curious 114w

    The darkness they say,
    knocks your door,
    sings you a lullaby,
    then hugs you tight.
    But I witnessed it in my arms,
    without a knock.

    I witnessed it in the red being,
    this being claims to be my host,
    and I have been sucking darkness,
    all through the years,
    assuming it to be love.

    Now the darkness is all I can
    Cuddle with,
    Breathe in
    And wake up to.

    ©curious

  • curious 114w

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  • curious 125w

    #random @mirakee @writersnetwork

    Writing after much long. Emotions speak. Almost dead. #love #poetry #thoughts

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    Love for me his power to handle an impatient adult who is so unsure about her capabilities. His words are like rain to a river, which fills it to the brim with germinating energy and strength to keep flowing eternally. His choice of the person at heart is appropriate but what I can't qualify is his level of expectation. So love here fails as two bodies can't unite and soul can just abide by the friends rule. Love in him is like the warmth of tears flowing down my cheeks right now.

    ©curious

  • curious 128w

    I want to return back to home,
    where demons don't accompany me,
    just the lullabies of my victory are on drum roll,
    to bring my innocence back to life,
    to rejuvenate the idea of trust and hope,
    to bring in the peace I gifted to chaos,
    chaos that I chose to lead my empty life.
    ©curious