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  • sunidhiraiya 84w

    Blue

    I inhaled him like oxygen, now i m cold blue.
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  • sunidhiraiya 88w

    Red Queen is part 1 of the Red Queen series. This is a set of 4 book, completing the series. There are 2 short stories associated with these novels as well.
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    A great blend of power, thrill, magic, betrayal, strength and overwhelming emotions. This book is grasping. It won't let you leave. You will be amazed by the twist and turns. The thing you won't imagine happening, will happen.
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    You will feel living in another world, growing with the character, stronger yet weaker. You will feel love with a breath of pain. You will cry. You will feel proud. By the end you will long, for more.
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    The best part is she will give you more. Three more books and every book leaving you same way. This first book is the build up of story line, interesting and un-putdownable. It will stay with you for a long time.
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    I will post about it's 2nd part soon. I am already finished with it as well.
    #bookreviewbysunidhiraiya #bookreview #victoriaaveyard #redqueen #redqueenseries #readears #writers #readcaption

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    Book review

    Red Queen
    By Victoria Aveyard

    Book 1 of the series.
    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    Sometimes i don't know
    What is my fault?
    I lie on the naked floor
    With a shiver in my spine
    Restless, looking at the wall
    Trying to find my reflection
    That isn't there.

    Water dripping down
    My cheeks aren't wet
    But my eyes are moist
    Each drag of air in my lungs
    Feel more chaotic
    Like death knocking.

    But i know better,
    Better than anyone else
    Death is not sweet enough
    To lay down with me.
    Or kind enough to kiss my pain.
    She likes to hover around
    Building her aura
    And leave me wanting,
    unsatisfied and restless.

    The only sprinkles of life
    I know for sure is around
    The sound of my heart lumping
    Along with the clock's ticking sound
    It's all just a dumb attempt
    To make sense of my empty self
    I liger down my clouded head
    On the naked floor to have some rest.

    ©Sunidhi Raiya


    #broken #shiver #mirakee #writers

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    Sometimes i don't know
    What is my fault?
    I lie on the naked floor
    With a shiver in my spine.
    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    Thank you mom, for everything you do. You wake up early to prepare lunch for me. You make sure I have everything I need. You poke dad a bit sometimes for fulfilling my desire. You are God's most giving creation. You spread happiness and shower love but never ask anything in return.

    But I ask myself what she needs from us? Just a little love showered back at her.

    Some people don't know their mother's favourite colour or her favourite food.

    Today, just ask yourself one basic question that you don't know about her.
    You got it????
    Now go find the answer. ��♥️

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    Thank you mom.
    For everything you do.
    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    Watch them growl,
    Over the deadly lights .
    Swallow the whole,
    Of your ugly pride.
    Those thundering clouds,
    Like devil's smile.

    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    It was the smoke,
    Filling the eyes of known
    With doubt
    Brimming up the effervescence
    Of powdered love
    Falling down the vessels
    In bubbles
    That were empty within.

    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    I looked at the memories.
    Those pictures carrying so many faces and emotions. Many of them aren't even in my life anymore. But they are in those moments, the happy pictures, the giggles, the mischiefs and the stupidity.
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    The time passed by without giving the slightest hint of its importance. Humbly moving past the ticking of tomorrow until it's today and then in the blink of an eye, it's yesterday.
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    Photographs are like a bundle of us, wrapped in a stillness of nostalgia. Until you decide to visit again.

    ©Sunidhi Raiya

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    Photographs are like a bundle of us, wrapped in a stillness of nostalgia.

    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 89w

    Photographs are like a bundle of us, wrapped in a stillness of nostalgia.

    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 90w

    I may be irrepairably damaged as they say.
    But they are the ones who can't hold the bitterness of the truth I speak.

    ©sunidhiraiya

  • sunidhiraiya 90w

    That glace covering up
    All the cracked, Broken threads
    Spread on my face
    Caused by despair
    And thuds of my broken heart.

    Shimmering so bright
    Blinding anyone, looking at me
    In a momentary darkness
    Exactly like the one i hold
    Beneath these marks.

    I kept filling up, my bodily pot
    In attempt to satisfy
    The hunger of, feeling happy.
    The seepage however, never stopped
    Dripping my efforts out
    In a humbled melancholy.
    ©sunidhiraiya