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  • tejaswini_3 19w

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    From the time I remember,
    I was confined to a room
    With colossal almanacs
    And enormous yearbooks,
    They never sparked any
    Interest in me, for I was
    A roguish kid who loved to
    Scribble very furiously
    On the floors; while no one
    Could sense the bud of Art
    Blossoming within me.
    ~I was still 9//

    It was a conundrum and
    Still is; how I landed up
    In a dark dusty art gallery
    With sculptures and idols,
    It was Eden for me and
    For those few aesthetes,
    I am still unknown why
    those wood- carved objects
    Brought sincere tears and
    And evoked ecstatic feelings,
    Nevertheless I heard some
    Negations echoing across
    The marble hall, it's obscene,
    Art has been befouled—
    Art has been adulterated
    ~I was mature at 15 and
    The adults befuddled me//

    The company of the elderly
    Gives me peace always; so I
    Hurried over to one who was
    Drawing some abstract lines;
    Reflection— the title was apt—
    An Abyss; dark as the blackhole
    Was staring back: What is it—
    I asked; and he responded—A Lie,
    It's your Ego; you are hurt and
    Yet you serve people's will,
    They push you to the depths
    Of unending pain; you Begin
    To realise that your act isn't
    A Stigma to the society nor
    To yourself; yet your beliefs
    Leave you So Far Away—
    Art is deep for thinkers
    Art is shallow for talkers,
    ~A 17 year old got the answer
    That she sought//

    Art is divine; art is immortal,
    Humans need art to survive,
    But humans cause it to perish,
    Art is tranquil and eternal—
    A simple tune that pleases
    Your mind irrespective of the
    Language and it's dialect is Art,
    We all are creators with a bit
    Of creativity hidden within us,
    As long as we recognise it;
    And use it in our speech—
    In the plainest possible form,
    Instead of disparaging words
    If only we could nurture it
    With appreciation— we would
    Surely hear the Far Cry of it
    ~An artist realises her value//

    //Artistes are lionized personages with an entrenched grip over their artistry; a mere piece of paper proffers creativity to their thirsty minds and in return they consign refined and eloquent pieces in the form suitable to the tastes of their beloved spectators//


    The reason why I wrote this is because I have always heard people condemn other artistes and their work while trying to place their favourite ones on a pedestal. BTS has dealt with it too. They became really popular after Dynamite, but that doesn't change the fact that before it happened, many people tried to defame them, making themselves sound uncultured. It's absolutely okay if you don't like a particular art form or the artist, but do respect them, if you can't appreciate them. Art is to be celebrated, and there won't be a better occasion to say this than today. Happy BTS day to all. Stay happy :)

    #farcry #pod #art #bts #8yrswithbts #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #mirakee #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee @odysseus

    Thanks for the Editor's Choice❤️

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  • tejaswini_3 20w


    ��alubrious; you are like a panacea for my pain,
    I was a nomad with broken bows and some
    splintered arrows; directionless and deserted,
    You showed me dreams I could never ascertain,
    We both shot those coruscating jewels of the
    moon– these stars paved our discrete pathways
    We mused together– now the present is in vain,
    I hide in crowded places yet I can hear your voice,
    In my dreams, we both fly across horizons,
    /When I open my eyes, the room's empty again/

    ��eenage seemed so unworried and surprising,
    But somewhere there has to be a balance—
    Between joy and sorrows; the scale may topple
    otherwise— every passing second was advising,
    Until I needed just a quiet place all for myself,
    I have said it a thousand times and still I say,
    / Even repitition seems like a blessing/
    I can win my battles, only when you rebuild
    my fort— of uncertainties; I run after dreams,
    Will you hold my hand if I fall while chasing?

    �� tale of us, parted by a bittersweet farewell
    But joined by some undelivered messages—
    They do a lot of magic in this 7G world,
    / I quietly cast a spell/
    A selfless one— to not let the clouds hide
    my Polaris, to let my star sparkle just for me,
    In a calm paradise—soon— we shall dwell
    I hope one eve—our sorrows would be dispelled,

    ��ears shall pass, we shall grow up; go far away,
    /Wherever you are, I know, you always stay/

    "Our tale won't end so abruptly, it will continue for ages till the river of verses penned by me for you, merges with the ocean of ballads, to form an eternal epic– which shall speak volumes about our eternal friendship"


    Stay is an upbeat song written for ARMYs by BTS wherein the members express their yearning to see their beloved fans, who have been their inspiration and their sole reason to follow their dreams. Although we live in different corners of the world; they know we are always going to stay with them, lend our support during their darkest phases and smile with them during their joyous moments. And that's what they assure us of– they won't be leaving us ever.

    The lyrics hit especially when you are missing the person closest to you, as there already so many who have abandoned you. You both will be choosing different roads in your life, and will eventually seperate, unwillingly most of the times. Even when you know that still nothing has changed between both of you, you will feel a sense of dysphoria; and then you comfort your aching heart by remembering the endless memories that you have created, and then cheer up again hoping to see that person, someday.

    There isn't a specific reason for me to love BTS. Maybe their words inspire me to compose literary pieces like the one above. Maybe they became role models for me, while at times they became my best friends whose laughter gave me joy and made me forget whatever I am going through. Maybe, they just stayed with me all the time through their tunes when there was no one else, and told me: You don't need people around you to make you feel as if you are in a crowd; you need them to be with you in your mind and their absence won't even matter to you. We are always there, so whenever you feel left out, visit us in our magic shop!

    A special thank you to @/lovenotes_from_carolyn for hosting this challenge. I purple you��

    PS: This is an extremely late submission, but I couldn't come up with anything suitable for the song, until today.

    #cees_bts_chall #challenge #poetry #bts
    #writersnetwork @mirakee @luvnotes_challenge_host

    @tamanna3 I wrote it finally....!

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  • tejaswini_3 20w

    People pleaser

    These brown walls of my smoky whare
    have been a testament to the brawls
    I had between my calamus and my heart,
    which is recalcitrant; I usually
    disregarded the pleas of my quill —
    to write my undemanding thoughts
    ad be forthright as a writer should
    And gratuitously gave in to the likes
    of the latter, by being dishonest to myself.
    / I became a C R I M I N A L/

    I wrote under the dim light of the candle
    About philosophical ideologies of which,
    I myself was unaware— those crumpled
    pages laughed at my foolish attempts
    to pen down notions and emotions which
    I had never experienced in my lifetime,
    And yet again my inflexibility infiltrated,
    through the cracks on my wall which
    I never bothered to repair—it screamed—
    Please the audience! Please the readers!
    / I became a S L A V E/

    Time flew by; the candles on my broken desk
    was replaced with a black lantern,
    I became a rich man, with untainted glory;
    I became a rag man with a rudimentary
    approach towards literature; I failed
    to enjoy the process of writing while I learnt
    to grab the fruits of my undeserving success
    / I became a P R I S O N E R/

    There was chaos outside the door of my shack
    It was deafening—the limelight that drove away
    my shadow, was dreaded by me,
    I entered inside perforce, only to despise
    the darkness that had set in; my sun was sinking,
    Somewhere my conscience was loathing me
    I was feeling shallow— my ink had created
    poetries which everyone fancied except me,
    I saw Anne's diary and she comforted me—
    "I can shake off everything as I write,
    My sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn"
    I added— If only I write for my own self,
    If only I stop gratifying the crowd;
    I realised that I am a part of it too—
    And my own happiness matters a lot, to me.
    / I became T R U T H F U L/


    Prompt used : Darkness In The Limelight

    Book: The Diary Of A Young Girl (as I am currently reading it and it has already affected me a lot)

    Line used: I can shake off everything as I write, my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.

    Thank you for organizing the challenge and letting me participate! @say_me_krish I think this is the first time I am writing something based on your prompts :)

    @writersnetwork @mirakee
    #smk_avaap_ch #writersnetwork #challenge #prompt #prose #poetry #creativity #life

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  • tejaswini_3 22w


    I used to believe that I am still a youngster as my family had directed my mind to think and act like one and it was epiphany for sure as I came to know after a lot of deliberation that I was far more observant than any of the elders known to me. These elders mantled my credulous behaviour with cloaks of malicious tales, their motive was to let me get exposed to only the mirthful side of the world. They were least knowing that I was a wildflower who was meant to not adorn a flower vase but endure the heavy torrents of rain.

    ~�������� ���� �� ��������, ������ �������� ���� �������� ���� ���������� �������� ���������� ���������������� �������������� �������������� ������������ ���������������� ������. ������������ ������ ������, �������� �������� �������� �������� ��������. �������� ���������� ������ ����������������, ������ ������ ������ �������� ���� �������� �������� ���������������� ���� �������� ������~

    My grandmother had advised me one evening, while she was delineating a poem from a newspaper. It had a mysterious and an abrupt ending. I was just seven at that time, and it's the age when you have absolutely no visualization of the outer world. I was ambiguous about the poet's comprehension when he penned down verses saying that the birch tree had to live alone when the summer bid a farewell. Inspite of knowing what fate autumn would bring, I could not absorb the poet's conceptualization for I felt that the tree would soon get coated with new green leaves next year.

    Time had a lot in store for me. It passed so quickly, and I had seen the world from all angles. There were both buoyant and melancholic things to ponder upon and that's how it all was balanced perfectly. I was like the warrior princesses in a folklore; who had the liberty to follow their will. I was no longer a kid who would be inane to count the stars, but I was a stargazer who would be grateful to the sky for infusing magnanimity in her. My kindness led me to encounter people and the more I came in contact with them, the lesser I started to trust them.

    ~I blame no one. Perhaps it was only me who gave my warmth and grabbed those enervated hands, without knowing that they would crush my generosity. I realised, I am that birch tree. There were many who would ask me how I am doing but that interrogation came with an expectation that I would be fine nevertheless. Still, I had many to speak about my dolour, but no one with whom I could strike a telepathic connection; who would commiserate with me without any need to shout for myself. That clairvoyance was missing in my world~

    Just like the people in my grandmother's statement, I egressed their humongous world. I came to know why people don't enjoy others' company– because they always wish to be prioritised. They need attention before love, they wish that their efforts to make others happy are acknowledged. Most of us don't recognise their worth. And then they leave us, knowing that the world is just the same, with or without them. I made visions of the city we never were; instead we were an empire with many distant lanes. My faint voice would lose its path in the chaos. I won't wait for anyone to stay back, nor would I break ties intentionally. My universe won't have the glow that a dreamland has in a fairytale– but I won't have anything to regret.

    /������ ���������� ���� ���� ���������� �������� ���������� ������ ���� �� ���������������� ��������/


    ������ ���������� ��������

    Sweeping so gently,
    My canary foliage–
    It looks majestic,

    My leaves are my crown;
    A shade of dandelion,
    Worth a thousand gems,

    Will they shun me now?
    Just one, touching the red soil,
    Two leaves, on the ground,

    The cycle of time–
    Is reversed by the hourglass,
    Five more leave my branch,

    The days of autumn,
    Pass slowly; I am destined,
    To live so lonely,

    So be it, 'tis fine,
    I shall live the way I should–
    Grounded and humble,

    I will stay for all–
    And if they fade far away,
    I will stay for me.


    @writersnetwork @galvanizedthoughts @luvnotes_challenge_host

    #cg_city_chall #wod #folklore #fairytale #wod #tale

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  • tejaswini_3 26w

    •�������� ��������������: ������������������ �������� ������ ����������������~

    I was affrighted of being sympathised. It might be my own ego that prevented me from letting others clear off the fog settled on my olive coated mountains; but it won't improve my vision which is anyway obstructed by tears. I neither wanted to free the peace seeking dove residing within me, I simply throttled it. All felt that I was trying to be an attention seeker, while I despised the thought of being exposed to a photon. Life was much rosy before. But something happened which dispatched my inner child and gave birth to an adult. An adult who could never know what childhood meant, who was racing with invisible enemies. It was endless. The battle raged on and the opponent grew stronger; everyday yet another soldier of light was slaughtered.

    What was disconcerting me was unknown. The ones around would pat on my tiny head and supply their daily dose of advice – Time is the medicine. How I wished not to hear this constantly; it was a mere lie sugar coated. Time isn't a medication, it's an excuse to turn the truth into falsity. It makes you accept what has happened but it does not make your pain any lesser.

    ~They said happiness is a positive force. If you radiate positivity, then you get it back. Well, if science could define life then we weren't possibly required to state facts based on assumptions.

    They said that I was strong and I can do it. It seemed so hilarious–people judged me, even when every element of stress was visible on my sullen face. For them, your weakness is just a phase afterall.

    They said, I had to be tough like the ironwood tree. I still can't fathom their hollow preachings, I have been a creeper all my life and it does not seem exactly wonderful when I was suddenly forced to be solitary.

    They said that they loved me. And love is blind. They never saw what I wanted them to. They encouraged me to open up and when I did, they told me to forget it all and wait for something called Hope. This Hope has been a hallucination and it will always be one, for me~

    /ᴛʜᴇy ꜱᴀɪᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴyᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴ/


    It was another wearisome evening, with me trying to figure out a reason why life should be chosen over death. I was missing my young self; the dark circles under my eyes were a result of countless nights spent sleeplessly and I suddenly felt matured enough to know who was deserving to get a glimpse of the warfield in my mind and who wasn't. I had signed a pact with myself–henceforth I won't go on ranting my problems to every single human being; the walls of my grey house and my potted plants would do a better job of absorbing my worries.

    Humans are fickelminded and I proved it. Not even ten minutes had passed and I received a text message from him. He was a schoolmate, with whom I had lost contact. "Wish to meet you, may I expect you to come to the park?". I didn't want to leave my house; socializing was my worst nightmare. But I could not find a suitable reason to turn him down. And I agreed. Against my own will.

    •����������������: ������������������ ����������������, �������� ���� �������� ����~

    It was another evening of Summer, but it was somewhat different. Was it beautiful? Were fresh daisies blooming in my searing garden? Three years had passed so quickly since I started meeting him. I had just learnt how to pull the strings of the guitar, while he played love songs. I wasn't sure at first if he would be able to help me, but his sophistication astonished me with passing time. How could someone perceive another being so well? And, why would he listen to me so intently? Why would his hazel eyes stare at my face as if they wanted to capture it and see me again, in my absence? Why would he grab my hand and say that we will overcome this together, as if he could feel everything so deeply?

    /ɪꜱ ɪᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟꜱ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴀꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ? ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴩʀᴏᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴀᴍ , ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟy, ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ/

    I had to find out his thoughts. And telepathy struck; he texted me again– "I need to talk to you. I hope you will come". I hurried down the brown pavement. He was standing there at a secluded corner of the park; I guess he didn't want to announce his declaration to the world. I went near him.

    Without his consent I began and now I wish I could reverse time:

    ~I don't need you to give me your heart, I just need a patient ear to absorb the dysphoric reverberations of my past.

    I had realised that, all these days I was just a street singer crooning some upbeat tunes for the busy crowd; but now I need an audience to cheer for me. I want you to animate my aspirations.

    I am a bank, with my sentiments being saved and locked up laboriously. You had invested your love after much thought, I secretly hope that you also, won't turn out to be a spendthrift

    Will you be the one to accept me for who I am? Will you be what the folks call as the Eternal Love? ~

    A cold and icy expression greeted me. Then he spoke:

    ~I am glad that you found me to be someone who is worthy to be commended for his actions. I never intended to be the Prince of your fairytales, I came to you with a purpose and it seems like it won't attain the results that I had wanted.

    You, a girl whose heart was shattered, seeked refuge in me. I sheltered and fostered you. I did not expect anything in return, I was waiting for you to ask me the reason why I could understand you, and you never did. I had faced the same obstacles. I needed someone to cut my shackles. You must have taken my cheerfulness for granted~

    //Love doesn't exist until the same magical feeling of adrenaline rush is felt by someone who is destined to meet you at a place fixed by time; till then, it is just an emotion of desolation. And when it happens, the world lights up like Christmas night, your heart sings carols and wishes your flustered cheeks, a lifetime of joy and affection. It derides your scholastic brain for being defeated yet again, while the latter, in full consciousness, pities you for your folly. I am sorry, I never experienced it in your company//


    It took me infinite insults and heartbreaks to realise why love is just a lie. I felt that he was the one whose blood carried purity and truth. I couldn't see the clots, though. The fork came and I walked along crushing the maple leaves like a Lovelorn lady, back to my paradise; where even the temple bells resonate an uncomfortable peace.

    /���� ������ �� �������� �������������� ���� ������ �������� ���� ��������. ������ �� �������� ���������������� ���� ���� ���������� ���� �������������� ������ ���� ���������� �������� �� ���� �������������� ��������/


    #writersnetwork #mirakee #wod #silence #lovesickgirls #blackpink #love #creation #prose #diary #thoughts #ceesreposts #julietscorner

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  • tejaswini_3 35w

    It's too late for a New Year Post. But maybe this is the last one, for a while...again. See y'all soon! Do read it, even if it's a bit long ...Some of you might have already read it ;)


    ~Life Goes On: Intro~

    The notebook titled 2020 was loose by now; with the threaded spine ready to give up and the tawny pages ready to flutter out of this seemingly auricomus cage of a lifeless life, nonetheless my obstinate disposition took the lead and my hands shuffled 'round and reached to what looked like a needle with an acicular point.

    Threaded it was again; the spine reached a state of being virtually perfect, but as it is proposed that perfections don't deserve to last longer than the guttering candles at night– my eyes gazed gratifyingly at this chain of words which I had facetiously forgotten, or perchance pretended to have slipped from my amnesiac encephalon. The words were waggish and did not have any feasible effect of significance at that particular time which was dripping with caramel like jollity, but as time is the teacher; this upshot was quite unforeseen.

    "We are all entrapped in a maze, and it's absolutely fine; it ain't a compulsion anymore to find the purpose of your presence in here–for all that matters is if you have been a kind acquaintance to all those lost travellers who were with you and if you have succeeded in in refilling their empty ink bottles with an elixir worthy of making them stay inclined towards their true potential, instead of being like dry dehydrated leaves......"


    ~Life Goes On: Interlude~

    I remember these words were written at about midnight of 2019 by a parnassian person like me, but when I read them again in an altogether new era (2020 was equivalent to an era, a mysterious and dark one), it was somewhat arduous for my heart as all the arteries were being stretched to a point of uncomfortable tension. The feelings were not quite nostalgic as the vintage fragrance of an old diary is, still it would be sensible to assume that they had pressed my weak nerve, unintentionally.

    A new year. A novel beginning as it is supposed to be for all breathing earthlings, 2020 is definitely not one in the history of Homo Sapiens. While Tyche certainly did not consider blessings to be offered, her capricious nature was hidden instead, deep down or perhaps swallowed by the Earth itself. With many a graves embellished, with many a men canvassing their existence, with a blackhole descending on this orb and guzzling even the slightest chance of joy–this year had showered droplets of contusions and confusion.

    I further read the sentence, as incompleteness in any work always vexed me. It was unreasonable of me to hold on to one group of compatible words as some people would say that this is the first symptom of a logophile, but since I am a human being with a myogenic heart, which is diplomatic always, I chose to not let go off my grip from that tatterdemalion page.


    ~Life Goes On: Outro~

    "..... Labyrinths are dutiful in displaying intricacy. At evey curve, at evey turn you are bound to find rather another twist anticipating you. All this luminosity that you had so carefully rekindled till this adverse peak might dissipate. Let it be. You can't stop every flame from getting blown out. Light it 'gain. Just as the lisle holds the florets of the anadem close by, hold on to yourself. Spare yourself some love. Drape an eiderdown o'er the stranger next to you; he might be beholden. O Human, who hath been probing this journey's end and just filling thy soul with trepidation;
    the intent is not to wander aimlessly and fear getting lost– but to find the critical faculty to distinguish the right road of the fork from the left. Shadows do betray. Be prepared for the dark storms instead of rejoicing in the bright valleys".

    It was fated. It was darksome. We might despise it– but it is our past. All happenings have been carved and cannot be wiped out. All these scars glow too; they steer us towards precautions–only if we were liberal and forebearing to see them! And this is pretty much how everything is balanced and Life Goes On...


    @the_creation_in_our_stars @btslove @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @scarletheart_moonlovers @_delta @v_smita_v @im_the_star_of_my_life @odysseus @may_from_beyblade @thoughtsprocess

    #HappyNewYear #2021 #creativity #diaryentry #lifegoeson #life #nature #bts #ceesreposts

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  • tejaswini_3 36w

    Aren't we all wishing to see them once? And that's what inspired me to write this. I wanted to make it happy, but the Zero O' Clock effect didn't let me. Still, I wish all of you would stay happy and keep on working hard. We are all going to be happier!

    Happy first anniversary to all my loves��


    ~Lovenote: Escape From Reality~

    The flickering lights of the evening vanished, and my mobile battery gave up. It is an addiction, they had once said, and I had challenged them that I won't be a victim of it; only to fail in my first attempt. Their notes hit my tympanum and swirled down right to those four lifeless chambers of my heart and unknowingly built a new chamber, so purple. It was love at first, then it became a habit and now an obsession. I needed them. I was loved by many but nobody allowed me love myself the way I wanted to, the way I deserved. I longed for some space. I wanted someone to hold my hand, give me a hug and say, "I won't give you false assurances that everything would be fine; but I would be there to relieve your pain at every moment; I would not be able to gift you a golden sturdy palace, but I would give you the strength to let your house of cards hold its ground firmly. I would never leave you, if you would want to leave me–I would present you a silver chain with a pendant having my good wishes, for you wouldn't be wanting to stay with me always– but I would want to", and they did say all this to me. Indirectly. And I became a lover of them. Directly~

    I wanted to see them. Feel myself being that one drop in the ocean of purple elixir. For just once. I would cry my heart out seeing all the other drops turning into pearls when they would touch them, as if they were magical oysters. I wanted to see their faces and their eyes that hold the universe, shine infront of me. I knew I won't be able to, never ever. It was Zero O' clock. A whalein was sad and tears poured out again, slower than the last time. Hope had died–

    Until they flew to my room and thousand clematises bloomed~

    ~Lovenote: Reality Meets Fantasy~

    Zillion wishes, you repudiated when the Genie of luck offered– you desirated just one will,
    Everyday a maiden crossed her fingers, while plucking out petals of the scarlet flower–
    Rose it was, a thorny one; and our ballerina with an enfeebling persona, broke down at its prophecy,
    Once again, we came to you– now tie your satin laces and let us have this dance,

    Over the horizons of despair, beyond the gleaming concert halls, a room exists–an epitome of our bond!

    Curtained in pink, a moon jar is shining in the corner with a vintage gray piano,
    Look under the pillow; through the portal of photo cards we will enter in your dream,
    Open your mind to us, find us in those books– maybe another leaf has dried while waiting for you,
    Closer I leaned to them; I whispered– still I need you here to slow down my racing heartbeats–
    Knowingly they smiled, turned the speaker on and wrote a lovenote– 'And you gonna be happy.....'


    #ARMY_ROOM #ARMY #BTS #purple #homethatbelongstous #poetry #thoughts #ceesreposts #love #creation #dreams #acrostic

    @tamanna3 @fairytales_ @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @scarletheart_moonlovers @btslove @_delta @arya_abhipsa @heather_ @tinytraces @im_the_star_of_my_life

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  • tejaswini_3 44w

    A quiet Christmas? Never!

    This is written using the tune of Hark The Herald Angels Sing. Hope you like it :)

    Thank you WN for this Christmas gift!! I love you!��

    ~Square One~

    Hark! The journalist gave a shout,
    It's now time for a virus' bout!
    Extraverts cried and started to whine
    Introverts like me were all fun and fine,
    On the couch with my mobile,
    Besides tons and tons of project files,
    Carefree I enjoyed my time–
    Savouring juices of sweet lime!
    Hark! The journalist gave a shout,
    It's now time for a virus' bout

    Links for lectures poured and poured,
    Me? In my dreamland I soared!
    Never on time, shabbily dressed
    I slumped down, always not refreshed!
    My siblings screaming 'round me,
    I was driven crazy! Someone save me!
    Pleased were my dear parents now,
    I had to bring groceries somehow!
    Hark! The journalist gave a shout,
    It's now time for a virus' bout!

    Days passed, months passed with ease!
    I was still as cold as a frozen cheese!
    Exams and tests all online,
    Inspite of them, I was a lazy swine,
    I felt I might be missing my mates–
    A video call pepped me up, at night late,
    I now yearned for my routine,
    For those happy days I had once seen!
    Hark! The journalist gave a shout,
    It's now time for a virus' bout

    Come vaccines, now fix this mess,
    Just fix this mess, more or less!
    The TV 'gain blared some news,
    New mutant now on the loose!
    And here we are, back to square one,
    2020– with you, I am done!

    //Jingle bells, jingle bells jingle all the way,
    Please be safe and sound– at home is where you stay//


    (I am really sorry for not being able to reply to your comments, but I do read them as and when I get time. Don't stop giving me your love!)


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  • tejaswini_3 47w

    ~Towards The Abyss: Resfeber ~

    Aren't all of us humans trying to be
    Soliditary and insolent?
    Burying every single feeling–
    in graveyards; selcouth and dolent,
    It's dark; the winter has arrived,
    But by being darksome, O humans,
    What conclusions have we derived?

    Have we ever, just once, please–
    tried to gaze into those cavernous eyes,
    They share secrets, and treasure lies,
    Thy mirror– it won't show our inner beauty!
    Why don't we speak instead of–
    bottling all thoughts– sad and sour
    In just four teeny chambers?

    / The world is quiet, with no one to care and listen– we say,
    Have we yet perceived the meaning of this silence–
    do we ever stay?/

    In this irenic mood, in this quitetude,
    Let's heal those contusions of each other,
    In this silence, let's hear our heart beat,
    Let's remember some otiose moments,
    Let's enjoy and live together, for one another,

    Metanoia — let it rush through all the veins,
    The warmth of this apricity; let it douse
    our frozen tissues,
    Let's learn to give and sacrifice,
    For our all of mankind, for friends and
    even for a vice,

    // O humans!
    Unlike the honey bees, let us not sting and hurt,
    Let us not be prideful and curt,
    If the need arises— let us have a last breathe,
    While serving drops of honey like love//


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    #writersnetwork #humanity #love #creation #poetry

    (Happy Jin Day, Armies�� Abyss came out and this is what I thought of while listening to him)

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  • tejaswini_3 57w

    ~With You~

    Secluded in my own world
    I was cloaked in pink and blue
    Nescient for my desire–
    Love; that sui generis feeling,
    Which trespasses in,
    Penetrating hearts many,
    Of the toughest and roughest,

    /It wasn't my flaw!
    All passive emotions were unbidden,
    A mallacht– I was cursed with,
    To be unloved forever

    It's an eclipse unlucky; they say–
    When the moon kisses the sun,
    I kept on wanting that lune,
    For my incandescent black body/

    And–she came; raining snow flakes
    Her name was love, so was she!
    Sparks of koi ni yokan–
    She lit in–and a beast was smitten
    My contumelious words,
    Soon turned into romantic ballads,

    I was that unread book–
    Appeasing I wasn't, but;
    She read me; each word of mine,
    Until–the deadliest chapter came

    /It was titled 'the gem of trust'
    Which I still didn't entrust to her,
    And time summoned me,
    To confess my harsh reality,
    My own self; my sexuality;

    I began with a dry voice–
    "Love–they say is sans boundaries,
    Tell me! These are fake stories,
    Love prances for beauty– else,
    Will a morus ever love an hibiscus?"/

    And she sang back:
    "With your feminine kindness,
    And masculine gentleness
    You have won me– I adore you evermore,
    Our love is unique and infinite,
    Just like the sunflower and sunlight!"

    //Hold my hand now!
    On pearled unicorns,
    Will you fly high with me?

    I am with you!
    Forgetting sorrows,
    Will you bloom my willows?//

    © tejaswini_3

    Sexuality can never seperate true lovers, isn't it?


    Sui generis: Unique

    Koi ni yokan : ( in Japanese) A tingling feeling when you fall in love

    Hibiscus: It is bisexual in nature, hence I mentioned it


    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @btslove @dove_wings @fairytales_ @bushra_tasneem @thoughtsprocess @the97_introvert @say_me_krish @thoughtsprocess

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #love #questionku #thoughts #creation #poetry #nature #challenge #ceesreposts

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