nachiketa

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  • nachiketa 166w

    Yay.

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    The shadows that are
    on the next page
    from the previous chapter
    make me realize that
    in any case
    I'll have a part of you
    left inside me
    until the end
    of either the book
    or me.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 187w

    Acceptance

    The prime goal of an individual, from the beginning of time, is to be immortal.

    From a young age, humans have come to accept the notion of their death as inevitability. Even if we do not wish to die, we understand that death comes to all in the end. Of course, that isn't to say that we will just roll over and die quietly. Perhaps that is why we humans are so innovative, because we understand our lives move far too fast. We never settle down or stand still, always find ways to move forward, to create a legacy so that when the time comes for us, we are granted a peculiar form of immortality.

    Immortality through remembrance.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 191w

    In this movement
    And for all movements
    Just you and me
    The two of us
    And the stories
    Around us.
    In this life
    And for all lives to come
    Just the two of us
    And the stars
    Above us.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 191w

    At the first ray of moonlight
    he goes out for a swim
    in the river that fades away
    like the figment of his dreams.
    He starts to swim upstream
    to find out where the river starts
    only to find himself
    lost in his beloveds heart.
    He looks around everywhere
    eyes darting to every corner
    simply to find her nowhere
    no even at the bottom of her heart.
    And so day after day
    he goes back up the stream
    only to find out that
    she is nowhere to be seen.
    Hence, for an eternity
    he tried to sought her out
    but never thought to look for her
    inside his own dammed heart.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 192w

    For everyone who hates a monotonous life.

    @readwriteunite @writersnetwork

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    Sometimes life has a filter over it
    Mundane things
    like long car rides or
    lazy days on the beach
    Seem to become important
    Songs and scents will ignite
    the memories years later
    and maybe
    I won't remember every tiny detail
    But I will remember how I felt
    Absolutely content.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 197w

    If people
    were named
    after places
    I would call
    you home
    and no matter
    where or how
    lost I was,
    I'd always
    find my way
    back to you.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 197w

    You lie on your bed
    staring at the ceiling
    crying because your heart aches
    Never before have you felt
    the beating of your heart
    in your chest
    in your fingers
    Everything feels slow
    and serene and beautiful
    Because you fell
    Because you can't understand emotions
    Because your brain knows it's stupid
    Because you know from the stories
    That what you feel is love
    But your heart refuses to believe it
    And so you lie
    Crying
    Wishing that you had love
    But not understanding heartbreak.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 232w

    To every woman out there.

    Special thanks to @she_writes for giving me a chance to collaborate with her again this year. Aishwarya, you are a true inspiration.

    #WomensDay #2018

    @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @shrry_hurry

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    HERo

    Have you seen this movie
    that stars a woman as the lead,
    portrayed as a silent fighter
    a truly fierce role indeed.
    Tears roll down her cheek
    for most of her part
    but she doesn't complain a bit
    just steels up her weary heart.
    She collects her tears
    and stores them in different jars,
    labeled often as 'My Struggles'
    that set up an entirely different bar.
    She hopes that if someone sees them
    they would feel her pain
    and free her from this jail
    but her tries predominantly go in vain.
    For the world just sees her skin
    and some of her body parts,
    but most fail to see her soul
    where the jars are falling apart.
    We have all seen this movie
    aptly named 'HER Life',
    which never wins any awards
    but still gives out frights.
    We better give it some credit now
    and God knows it's long overdue,
    for no matter how strong the lead is
    everyone needs a supporting cast.

    ©nachiketa

    In collaboration with: Aishwarya Roy (@she_writes)

  • nachiketa 233w

    love is this lacework in my veins
    i cannot unravel with my own hands,
    i need yours around mine during these twenty-two degree
    afternoons to unpick every thread,
    need your hands to weave themselves
    into my veins.
    your fingers reach for me,
    they are tangled in my nerves and
    i cannot pick them apart because you
    have become part of me.
    these gossamer threads can no longer
    hold crumpled tissues and eyes cried red and swollen,
    they only want to hold what they never can but always have,
    these strands of wild longing coalescing in wind and braid,
    your warmth around the back of my neck where
    even the morning chill cannot reach.
    i feel nothing and yet everything when you are not here,
    i cry myself to sleep,
    keep open army knives on standby,
    and draw more crescent moons
    in tired palms that
    want to taste yours.

    ©nachiketa

  • nachiketa 237w

    There's a flame still burning between them
    It's very faint
    Almost invisible
    But they do still care for one another
    She's holding back to protect her heart
    He'll do anything to move on
    Yet neither of them will fully let go
    Maybe they are supposed to
    Maybe they aren't
    But the fire is still burning
    Dwindling down
    Waiting for someone
    To add kindling
    Or pour water on it all.

    ©nachiketa