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  • kosachaya 2w

    When the parallel world questions whether love or responsibility. Some say love but as to the citizen in responsible position responsibility comes first.. Don't know what say and what not....
    Where love shadow the memories from far...
    Enthralling the instances of
    YOU ONCE TOLD ME.... to fall

    #once #wod

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    You once told me

    You once told me
    the massacre mulling
    over masses.
    Clandestine the static
    friction of zephyr.
    Snoring lullaby of
    veracity to amusing vividity.
    Galloping withered silhouettes
    of dead memories.

    You once told me
    you are my everything
    salvaging the obscure veracity
    buried in burrows of silhouettes.
    Levitating the snoring lullaby
    to hijack the thread of love.
    Camouflaged with
    a sense of responsibility.
    Sweeped with parallel worlds
    duality.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 3w

    #enso #wod

    Enso means circle when drawn with opening it signifies imperfections are the inherent part of existence...

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    Enso

    Potters poetry
    delineate the lustrous
    surface surpassing
    the viscous hymn.
    Bombarded with quixotic
    stories of variable dimension
    sangfroid in eroded mud.
    Eluding oblivion rhythm
    of touch to utter paradoxical
    vision of imperfections
    through absurd deviation.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 3w

    #nostalgic #wod

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    A symphony
    of childhood giggles
    depth of nostalgic memories
    rewinding the shadow of
    immortal pulchritude.
    Revitalizing the soul
    to the soulless pages of
    beleaguered optimism.

    Etching clandestine diaries
    through teary spectacle
    of quenched narration.
    Dripped in the dilemmas
    of unending solitude.

    Evoking the verses
    of nostalgia.
    Dispersed in candid
    heartstrings of
    empty canvas drained
    in rainy solace.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 3w

    Monostich poem

    #monostich #wod

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    Pearly tear drop enthrall the ecstasy through oblivion memories.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 4w

    𝙸𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎

    (𝙰 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎)
    𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜
    𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛
    𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎
    𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜
    𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛
    𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.
    𝚁𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍
    𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎,
    𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜.
    𝙴𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚌𝚢
    𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗
    𝚘𝚏 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜.
    𝙲𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚣𝚎𝚜𝚝
    𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍
    𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 .
    𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏𝚠𝚊𝚢.
    𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚜
    𝚓𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋
    𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.
    𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚌
    𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝
    𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐
    𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜
    𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚖.
    𝚀𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢
    𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗.
    𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎
    𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎
    𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚍
    𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍
    𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝
    𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.



    ©𝚔𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚊
    -𝚂 𝙶𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒 𝚅𝚒𝚓𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚗

  • kosachaya 4w

    Beauty is upon you like the characterization of
    faded reflections, engraved with facade mysteries.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 4w

    Used - Is there an answer in those blank pages......

    #start #wod

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    Is there an answer in those blank pages
    sheltering the sangfroid susceptibility
    towards incumbent instances.
    Withered in shades
    of monochromatic sunbeam.
    Scintillating variable visual perception
    from intriguing dreams.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan

  • kosachaya 4w

    Tu me manques

    An amusing streamline
    flows as a source to our heart.
    Energising the momentary
    experiences for bizarre start.

    Segregating the sediment
    to strangulate dynamic theories.
    But sometimes life revolve
    around hits and miss of
    unprecedented memories.

    Where the resplendent presence
    of sudden tide.
    Saturate the sensational ride.

    Weaving the strangled
    support to shatter.
    Letting suppressed
    emotions to scatter.

    Envisioning nubivagant
    past traces.
    Which my heart never erases.

    Quilling the mirage of silence.
    When heart trials of tribulation to
    open letter through every lens.

    Encoding the encrypted message .
    Engrossing silhouettes to decode
    tu me manques with oblivion page.

    / Hearts tu me manques pages
    with progression of time /

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan
    ..........

    Glossary
    Tu me manques - I miss you
    Trials of tribulation - a trying experience

    #miss #pod

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    Tu me manques

    An amusing streamline
    flows as a source to our heart.
    Energising the momentary
    experiences for bizarre start.
    (READ THE CAPTION)

  • kosachaya 4w

    Acrostic poem


    #dewdrop #wod

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    DEWDROP

    Dwindling
    Emotions
    Wave uncertainty
    Dwelling the strength to delineate
    Rejuvenation from shredded leaves
    Orating the verses of sangfroid
    Pearly sweat with a subtle ink of solace
    ©kosachaya

  • kosachaya 5w

    #start #wod

    Used - When music dies.......

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    When music dies
    silver lining to the dead verses
    maunder obscurity.
    Dispersing rhythm of
    silence at various nodes
    of intriguing solidarity.

    ©kosachaya
    - S Gayathri Vijayaragavan