ivy___@clichepenname nah nah I am okay with whatever material i have. If i talk to your friend i might get more anxious just seeing at him where he has seated himself on. I'll be mortified. Itne baade log nahi bhaisahab!
Yeah ofcourse I'll be truthful because of the train wreck of a mouth i have whenever i get nervous or perplexed. I am fretting alot already. Hehe I never wanted this job so fast at first place i never knew i could crack this exam in one go. I wasn't prepared for it.
ivy___@clichepenname i am not funny i am Having marginalized claustrophobic attacks. Where i know i am free around a small box where atleast people not looking at me in indignified way. Agar mai ye interview nhi kar paae crack nah the amount of bezzati I'll have to suffer is alot. I might quit my job. I just told one friend of mine and she told everybody and now i am figuring out how to kill her in her deep sleep
clichepenname@ivy___ bro youre unintentionally funny. I mean i understand. But please give it your best.
'Remember, remember' The days, of sprouting blossoms; Nurturing the slumber chain of delightful spring: Away from the cacophony touching the wolf cloud, Running under the blue universe of embullient "me". Wrapped in tussore, but not hussel: The journey inked with mellifluous tales, Collecting dream, festooned rims; running to the palace of hidden snails.
'Remember, remember' The days of bursting monsoon: And your elixir's Ellison of delighted teen; Like knitted gossamer of glory and rebel: Canvasing your halcyon as eloquence lass, As wanderer, as explorer, as lover: Your sprinted emotions were housed in florals vase, Printed with Felicity and fetched strings of emotions Bonded smiles of that espying curves.
'Remember, remember' The shredded autmns, forbearing the essence Of missing strings: The last maples of Dalhousie lanes; And sprinkle feathers of abandoned links. The day you left your birth place: And the people's you lived since ages; Were passing with the car's window glasses, Figuring all imprints of nostalgia, either as dust: Or amongst the finger drawn masses.
'Remember, remember' The cold and still winter, confining you amidst it's ephemeral blanket,. uttering the silence of the Wondering nebula, and the lithe of vestigial basket: The last chapter of your woebegone slay, And your duskin solitude of grey: And the disappearing scintilla to your bygone memories; Were draining to your coffin as cascade.
'Remember , remember' You are the sculpture of Talisman aura; With your shades of spring, autmn and winters, From black and white till colour, From vintage till newfangled You fill the rills of seasonal chapters.
Your season of life cycle .........to be contd........
Thank you WN for your kind like and repost ❤ #sd_wnr
Remember, remember; The time you committed blunder, And I, losing my importance in your capriciousness Yet accepting and moving on with etched heart; The corridors that swept past In the memoirs of dusky twilights, And you being an incorrigible liar Always hyping me up for impeccable desires I yelled and screamed, With shattered heart constant Fragile heart, brawny mind, Lost in the holt of despair Yet recollecting folios of gold, Of our memories so old, Do you remember? Those streets gazing us, Rains and autumn showers, Those sunsets and sunrises, Morning teas and evening coffees Winter nights cwtching tight Confronts and adore, That somehow got lost out the barren door!
Did you know, About my secret gardens, That when I'm happy and content, Where flowers bloom, With, Crimson red cores, And auburn daffodils, Swaying to the playful wind, With the beaming sun rays, Touching the florals below....
Did you know, About my secret gardens, That when shimmering tears evade my eyes, Raindrops fall from the night inked sky above, Touching every evergreen plantlets, Swaying to the crying wind, Drenching in the thoughts of darkness, Then and there...
Did you know, About my secret gardens, That when sudden hopes come into my mind, Fruits bloom within the lively buds, Giving life to another creation, With the brown crispy boughs, Swaying to the hopefully laughing wind, Like I do....
Did you know, About my secret gardens, That when I sing lullabies within my dreams, The nightingales invade the boughs of the trees, Singing their hearts out, Sophisticating the aroma of mystery lullabies, With freshly created night dews, From the night sky, Decorating my secret gardens, With vibrant melodies...
Did you know, That my secret gardens, Lies within me, Blooming of flowers, Drenching within the darkness, Creating of lively buds, With hope, And the mystery lullabies, With vibrant melodies, Are the chambers of my heart, Which changes into a garden, With every blending emotion of mine, The vibrant yet dark chambers, Are revealed, And more are yet to be revealed, Within the gardens, Of my chambers, My dear secret gardens...
The heart goes on loving you, It never ceases anyway, Somewhere between your ego and my tacit words, I miss us, yeah I absolutely do! The twine of the bestrew promises, The stalwart of trustworthiness, And that every single gesture that Acts as an intercessor of vintage canvases, Words that caterwaul in the midnights, And despondency that capers, In between the veinlets and the sinuses of my void heart, It unceasingly reminds me of you and your warm embrace!
That unambiguous moon, and the starlight reflecting in between the window panes, and the sheeny velvet of the scintillating azure, that made us gaze interminably; The web that pinions our relationship covertly, The gust with its furry touch, nudging our physique The daffodils waving in the garden with serenity; And that 'we' framing moments, unaware of the fact that all these would turn into memories! The mirror, the novels, and the cup of coffee, Everything seem to have lost their identities; Because in every spaces in between, It misses you, yes it does!
thread_broken_kiteI would have pointed out lines to project which one i liked the most, but its useless cause every line here is beautiful. With this imma stop for a while.. will be back to flood your feed.
_transient@ivy___ girl you should not apologize for being sick. How are you doing now? I am okay.
ivy___@_transient Hope your health is good. I am okay a bit. Came back from hospital today. :) Glad to see you. ✨
_transient@ivy___ Mai thik hu. Ghar pe kuch na kuch laga rehta hai bas. Bahot mood swings hote hain. I hope to rejuvenate this weekend. Tum dhyan rakhna. Eat well yar❤️
ivy___@_transient Haan ye mood swings toh or ♀️ meri di ki shaadi hai abhi in 16 days And mai bimaar thi everybody is in panic mode lol. Ghar nahi shadi ke time mai war zone hai ye house to be honest♀️
Yes yes bus poora abhi Omega 3 se hi zindagi chal rhi hai
//Still hope blooms every moment, just like the flowers do; My heart beats nimbler every second when I reckon about you, Every moment, every day, every single second of mine is allocated to you, With the thought of your arrival until the grey turns into blue, Still hope blooms every moment, just like the flowers do! The more I drench myself into you, The more and more dopamine pursue, Silhouettes of the perturb mind framing in the vermillion hue, Holding onto the stoicism, fervour needs to subdue, Still hope blooms every moment, just like the flowers do! //
#pod#wod#end#miraquill#writersnetwork#ceereposts . Trust me I'm not even in my right senses. Like I don't what's wrong with me. Like I've kind of lost my inspiration but I still write because I want to be prepared when the inspiration arrives in its own mysterious way. I'm stuck and it's very hard to come out of it. I'm lost~~~ But I don't want to be for long.