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I am painting a cry from the past into a rainbow of today, white canvas from the future awaits for a masterpiece.
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sanyogita
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If I could paint the sand red velvet, I would ask for colors from the sky and evidence from the rain.
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Bougainvillea sprinkling white buds
from the pink cusp
falling in a spring melody
and mahagony cut for the window
of our house
where I'm sitting right now
and looking at the white dust in the sky
they say it's you
a burning star
now pink cusp is falling like an autumn melancholy.
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Fallen twigs climbed the sea horse and crossed the lake,
Fallen eyelashes climbed upto the eyes and crossed the heart.
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Burned herself in dark,
Unable to hear howling demons,
There she died dead and dark.I saw a tear drop on my mirror this evening,
Sitting in front of the mirror I heard her screaming from the other side,
Her eye sockets were glued to a pale face, she didn't blink her eyes even once.
Vacantly looking into hollows of the past she sat just opposite to me,
Her hair were decorated with weeds,
And she was playing with wooden masks tied to ropes.
She got up and tried fitting herself in a box
Seemed as if she's creating a dungeon to sleep,
And before shutting the lid of box she said I fear light too much and I can breathe only in dark, that's where demons don't howl.
And suddenly there was darkness all over the mirror she went inside to give herself peace,
But the tear stuck on mirror fell through my eyes .
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When you won't give me anything to keep,
I will bury you in me.
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sanyogita
204w
Walking barefoot on the ashes
of blues we had
ones which felt cold in summers.
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sanyogita
205w
Paint me a wish on the velvet sky
Gradually the colors will elude from marine to grey,
Paint me a wish on the sand
It will merge with gravel,
Paint me a wish on the water
It will burst into ripples,
Paint me a wish so that I can immortalize you in me.
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sanyogita
208w
White but red
It was never a choice
An oyster's life is not emblazoned with pearls after all.
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sanyogita
209w
In the cradle of nightmares
You seem distant as I inch closer to death every second.
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allbymyself
213w
Read MoreWhen you arrived, you came with promises. You carried hope. Love was an afterthought.
Promises are pretty. Not beautiful, mind you. Just pretty. You wrap them behind layers and layers of words. Mostly empty, but words nevertheless. And actions too. Actions, they are different from words. You see, words can be empty. Actions, they are never empty. They are hollow. Just that, hollow.
As time passed, (and time always slips by) you unwrapped your promises. Layer after layer was peeled open rapidly, and all that stared back at me was a naked patch of blankness. And your kisses? Your kisses were always cold, love. Cold and hollow.
We had our moments, of course. You can always pull out moments of pure magic, even when all you can see ahead of you is endless despair. And we did fall in love eventually, slowly, but never all at once.
Remember my favorite band? We never smoked after we made love, but nowadays all I do is watch the smoke as it escaped my lips.
I never finished downloading the discography of Joy Division. Somehow, I always knew love will tear us apart.
And it has, hasn't it love?
- Avitaj
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@sanyogita @shabnoor_rahman @nightwriter_i @wasted_sparksLove Will Tear Us Apart
And it has, hasn't it love?
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allbymyself
213w
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I sit silently
In the wasted corner of a graveyard
And watch dreams
Go up in smoke.
I keep vigil
While the rest of the world sleeps
And watch unfinished letters
Strewn into tombstones.
I hear lonesome tunes
In the dead of night
A guitarist strums his last song
And sets his beloved ablaze.
Its been years
And I still sit in silence
Watch another chapter written
Into the cemetery of wasted dreams.
- Avitaj
@sanyogita @shabnoor_rahman @strikhedonia @wasted_sparksCemetery of Wasted Dreams
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allbymyself
216w
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Last night, I slept well. As people who have read my recent post on sleep would know, sleep doesn't come easy to me.
No matter how hard I try, it is a rare day when I have a sound and fitful sleep.
Did I tell you I have migraines? Well, I do. One of my earliest memories is of screaming at night as my Mamma and Papa would cradle me in their arms as I tried to sleep.
Nowadays it's still the same. Except I don't scream. Not that I don't want to. But I am not a kid any longer and I have better control over my emotions.
This is what a migraine attack feels like. Initially it's just a small tap at the back of your head. And then it gets louder. And louder. Imagine this. Someone is drilling into your skull. No anasthetic has been given. There is nothing to dull the pain. In those moments, it takes the last of my strength to not scream at the top of my lungs.
And the other thing? I dream a lot. Too much for my liking. Mostly they make no sense. And that's okay. Dreams aren't supposed to make sense. Most dreams I forget. Instantly, quickly. Some dreams though, they are stuck in my head and are as real as it can get.
Like the time I dreamed of colliding into an iron spike, face first. Or the time, my dog ran away from me in the park and I had to chase him. Or the time I dreamed that Juan Mata scored the winning goal in the Manchester Derby.
And every time I have these dreams, I wake up with a start. And I can't go back to sleep again.
Last night though, I had a good sleep. And that's enough. For now, at least.
- Avitaj
@hoshi @laxitha
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Nice to meet you! @lightlimeOf Migraines And Dreams
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kairos_
217w
Read MoreI wanted to write something, so I did.
"Lets lie once for the truth to vanish,
Let's do it again and again,
Until you forget the last lie
was the truth after all."
@fadedautumns Thank you Heli, because of you, this was.
P.S.: Note the pun. :)Hundred Lies Before and After.
When truth was being hanged,
Lie was of the executioner kind,
Pretence was Thishonest judge
and Rage the mob blind.
Even in its last breaths that night,
Adorned with a disarming smile,
There were no regretful sighs heard,
Amidst the crowd's murmurs for a mile.
Truth knew in its trivial trial,
Nor was it a rumour to spread,
Neither a buried secret to keep,
But a frightening gaze that all dread.
Truth simply lived to tell its unheard tale.
It, happily died, retelling its own ordeal.
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thesagarikawrites
218w
Read MoreI don't know what is this,
But
Thehar ja from October made scribble this.
Haven't you heard yet?
Background Images are from Pinterest
Words are mine.
I hope I am clear, have Bisleri ������
@writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteunite @divokost @shabnoor_rahman.
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allbymyself
219w
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@divokost @sanyogita @hoshi
Background credit @shabnoor_rahmanAll my guns are ready and loaded..
But darling, there are no bullets.
They are scattered within my heart..
Never to be found.
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allbymyself
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There are edges, and then there are lines. And I have been on the open road so long, I don't even remember when the two became blurred.
I will tell you something about lines and edges. They creep up on you. You walk, and the end beckons. But you don't stop. Because you can't. Because there's that mirage in front of you. The one you call hope.
I walk that line everyday. I watch the red blood fall from the edges.
And I will tell you something else. Once you cross that line, once those edges come off.. there is no coming back.
I inch closer to that line each day.
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@divokost @hoshi @shabnoor_rahman @madmysterymagicLines and Edges
I inch closer to that line each day.
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Easy Silence
We have danced and sang on scorched afternoons. We have had our moments, stolen kisses and loud arguments. I have seen us smile and cry all at once.
I don't remember that, love. What I remember is silence. The utter quiet, as we sat next to each other. And everything felt right and easy. Just as it was.
I remember what it felt like, to say nothing. To simply sit there, and breathe in the easy silence.
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thesagarikawrites
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@shabnoor_rahman Black crowns are badass ❤
@vagus_ Strikingly true��
@paradox_and_metaphor_ ��
@rahul_mishra I was inspired by the kaleidoscope utopia.
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Picture : Me��.
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The Places I Reside
I reside in literature
In pages that have seen love and heartbreak
In characters who are nothing like me..
And everything like me.
I reside in music
In violins which string the tunes of melancholia
In pianos which tap away at the darkest corners of my soul
In songs which whisk me away to utopia.
I reside in art
In little brushstrokes at the edges of the canvas
In the colors of turquoise and carmine which enliven a grey facade
I have stayed in homes
Where I can smile tears and cry dewdrops
But when my heart longs for freedom
I come back to these places
Which hold the truest parts of me.
©allbymyself
