#petrichordelights

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  • petrichor_tales 20w

    If people are circles on the endless papyrus of life we would all be crude interlapping drawings of some unexplainable forces. Call it science, chance, chaos, miracles, God or the miriad of other phrases that we use to try and explain why things exist and interact, the fact remains that somehow we all are coexisting, each and every one of these creations of existence. The circles like I previously compared life to as a metaphor begins to feel like clusters, and then patterns. But wait, isn't that what it always was, always is? A patterns of interwoven existence - Life.

    Here and near, we all are bound to coexist. Try as you might to detach and live by yourself, you end up making connections nonetheless, from the sturdy grounds that you choose to let you hold you in balance to the pets that you choose to keep company.
    For the less 'solitary-existence-seeking' among the creations it then becomes as natural as breathing to find kindred souls of understanding.

    Understanding is where all of creation strives to reach. Even chaos itself creates the most mesmerising of it's patterns reaching into an equilibrium. We all strive to understand each other, from the ones that give us love to the ones that embrace us from their heights of perceivable differences.

    Some choose to lift us up, pen our destiny into decipherable notations and allow us to read each of the similies and rhymes making up the words that form the poems, songs and the stories that are us - continuance of the perception of existence.
    Acknowledgment of the faults, the fissures and the tears that meld us all together - the ground and the rain.
    And if we falter in between lost and trembling, choose to resonate with your surroundings- the over lapping circles, the ones that you love and choose to stay by, they will create the most beautiful of synchronous noesis.

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    To someone who continues to inspire many among us.To my little sister and little popcorn munching unicorn. This is for you @manasaa Happy Birthday dear. Glad you were born and continue to exist in all our circles, resonating and lifting us up ❤️

    #unicornsthatglitterinthenight #petrichordelights

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    Understanding is where all of creation strives to reach. Even chaos itself creates the most mesmerising of it's patterns reaching into an equilibrium. We all strive to understand each other, from the ones that give us love to the ones that embrace us from their heights of perceivable differences.
    ©petrichor_tales

  • petrichor_tales 83w

    A poet wakes each day and the strings flow
    Out until and into the world
    touching the pacers and runners
    They sigh a moments
    relief and shed a few tears
    Some smile and give it
    to the one sitting in front
    of him in a subway
    The poet let the ink dry at day
    and wait till night for the
    fairies to sprinkle their magic onto it
    She sees the words shine fluorescent
    and glees like the kid she's always been
    So that's what love does to things, she whispers
    The fairies sang her to sleep that night
    ©petrichor_tales

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  • petrichor_tales 85w

    we read, we interpret, we falter, we regret
    But at times we smile and remember
    ©petrichor_tales

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  • petrichor_tales 87w

    Waters

    There is no right or wrong way to love someone really..
    You just decide to dive headfirst into it.
    Some drown in it.
    While others get suffocated.
    Some others decide
    they merely wanted a small swim..
    But if you are lucky,
    One of them will build a beautiful house on its banks,
    touch the waters every now and then,
    kiss its existence into reality
    and bless the gods that gave them a home
    ©petrichor_tales

  • petrichor_tales 97w

    Touch

    There's something exhilarating seeing her butterflies fly at my touch. There's also this tendency to catch them and never let go.

    But I know it'll only bring a smile to my face when I see them fly free. Why do they kiss my lips and fly around me, I wonder. I've found noesis in their midst, revelling in their comfort. Fly now, and leave breezes for me to feel that you were once real

    //A touch of words was all it took//

    ©petrichor_tales

  • petrichor_tales 107w

    "Is this a date?" He asked with a slight grin played across his face
    "No" She replied, sipping her coffee with a finesse that left him mesmerised. Not that it was the first time but it always felt like it was indeed just that.
    Snapping out of the reverie he asked

    "If it isn't a date then what would you call this?" The playful smile still adorned his face.

    "Well.. Its just two friends getting together and having coffee over a conversation" She looked at the smile widening on his annoyingly handsome face and decided it would be better if she concentrated on the coffee. She always hated the butterflies that threatened to erupt in her stomach each time that smirk came upon his face.

    "You do realise we are surrounded in almost every direction by couples?" He chuckled making his eyes crinkle mirroring the laugh.


    (To be continued)
    ©petrichor_tales