Quotes and poetry by sukanya94

Sometimes the wildness is more than the burning flames.....

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Napalm

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sukanya94 65w

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Back after four years!

I used to be a regular here.
Writing poetry here was for me like having a glass of whiskey neat before you sleep.
Writing here,putting my poetry here worked more like a medicine than just the passion for poetry.

Made a lot of friends here.Used to bleed in words in my worst time.I dont know how many of you still remember me (@sukanya94)maybe ,but I had quite a lot of people who appreciated my writeups(@sagarikawrites ,I used to call her the golden bird )maybe she remembers a little or maybe not.It is okay even if she does not, she was the first I interacted over here,a beautiful one.Mostly my poetry imbued with darkness,chaos.
I never shyed away from putting up even my worst self ,putting up my traumatic childhood stories,dysfunctional family stories,emotional turmoil and what not a human goes through through my poetry !Oh yes,the most insane a person gets is the one when you think you love someone and that person scoops out your heart mercilessly and you keep becoming a living corpse .

But I used to come here ,just like a regular customer in her favourite bar walking up to her nearest place and ordering a glass of whiskey neat because she is already too flustered with an emptiness, dragging herself because she breathes yet she still tried to end her life everyday out of emptiness.I used to come and write here , like the increasing burn in throat while emptying the glass of whiskey ,I used to put out my poetry,my heart out here because the silence I drank used to burn my throat everyday.Mirakee kept me sane,poetry saved me.

But a little insanity and chaos is necesary right,or else you won't enjoy your whiskey neat.Likewise you may describe me maybe as of now: a beautiful patchwork of chaos and insanity.

Here I am after 2017,after a "rainbow of events" in life and just a month after my dad's death , drenced in the storm but walking out strong.

Just like a woman,who is back to her favourite bar and who still now wants to take a whiff of her place which was a part of her life once,I am here to smell the words in air here,in her favourite bar of words.
But she has changed a lot too,so maybe she is not going to order her whiskey neat this time.Maybe a bottle of beer to relax and contemplate.

So I am here after a long time,after four years I guess ,to put out some of my thoughts which have made me little dizzy,here I am writing again from the bottle of my mind and put again,lot of those fizzy words here.

(Thank you)

©sukanya94

sukanya94 67w

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Love is a boat

Love is a boat
where I am sailing
in the wild waves of passion and
the winds dancing to the rhythm
of his name.

©sukanya94

sukanya94 67w

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Such an aching emptiness am I that
the voids of thousand cosmoses far away too are carved out of my heart

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sukanya94 67w

Lives in me, a cursed cosmos...

With fabrics of the darkest oblivion,
abyssal threads hanging loose
a cursed cosmos
weaved my soul with
her interstellar wreckage.

I am not made of stardust.

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I am not Stardust

With fabrics of the darkest oblivion,
abyssal threads hanging loose
a cursed cosmos
weaved my soul with
her interstellar wreckage.

I am not made of stardust.

©sukanya94

sukanya94 68w

Now my heart smells like a box of fireworks, ....
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sukanya94 68w

I am a chaos locked in Poseidon's realm!
Smothered by me
a tornado

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I am a Chaos II

A tornado smothered by my skin,
a thunder so insidious,
the sky indebted.
Locked in Poseidon's realm,
thoughts wild and dark,
vexed at my soul,
are a few aeons.

I am a chaos!

©sukanya94

sukanya94 68w

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I am a Chaos I

Cleansing my soul,
teeth of the nights so raven,
bloodstained with chaos.
Cosmos has ceased to envelop
a soul too silent with chaos,
a mind in an uproar,
until the hell freezes over.

I am a chaos!!

©sukanya94

sukanya94 69w

Sometimes it is important to be dead from the soul.
Then miracle happens.
If universe wants, miracles happen and it did happen with me. He happened!!!

Being parched with a dead soul inside I never thought universe would send someone to save me, someone came to me like a meteor, whatever you want to say, he did hit me hard, so hard that I don't know how to breathe without this man now.
He is cosmic, sculpted by the universe.
Thank you for everything, love.

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His tongue

His tongue
the rising sea.
My skin,
the moon with the scars.
Spilling the wild tsunami in my flesh,
breaking every shore of my body,
he made me a poem of love
never written before.

©sukanya94