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  • vaishdas 78w

    One night, I lay down
    Trying to get sleep.
    Instead, I get occupied overthinking,
    Just like any other night.

    I let the wild thoughts sink through me,
    Pulling in all the push backs.
    Bringing on a squall inside me,
    Just like any other night.

    I dust off all shirked memories,
    Awakening all the sleeping monsters.
    Eventually, getting unfettered,
    Just like any other night.

    I become a prey to my own monsters,
    I get peeled, chewed upon,
    And swallowed greedily
    Just like any other night... 

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    One night, I lay down
    Trying to get sleep.
    Instead, I get occupied overthinking,
    Just like any other night.


    ©vaishdas

  • vaishdas 79w

    In a hole, I live alone.

    Devouring the hot lava,

    Crunching the tough rocks.

    Talking into the darkness and 

    Laughing at the lonely boulders,

    As the chuckle echoes,

    mocking me in the silence...

    ©vaishdas

  • vaishdas 79w

    My pal!

    You've always been there,
    In the same space as me.
    My eyes were swirling while daydreaming
    And yours in novelty...
    It's incredible how we
    Never uttered a word,
    Yet, were not anxious about the stillness.
    We wrote our profound tales,
    Sitting beside each other.
    With our favourite playlist on,
    We shared a bunch that words couldn't...

    ©vaishdas

  • vaishdas 79w

    While playing with words,
    He was dumbfounded
    Admitting how easy it was 
    To express pain than
    The millions of moments of jubilant.

    ©vaishdas

  • vaishdas 79w

    My sun

    She was playing with her hair,
    Under the glossy summer's sun.
    Nevertheless, I was perplexed
    Peeking at two suns.
    The one the world revolves around,
    And the one I centre around...
    ©vaishdas

  • vaishdas 79w

    Expression

    Although her face reflected many expressions,
    It was not the reflection of her heart
    But the reflection of years of practice.
    ©a_wallflower

  • vaishdas 79w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short tale on Obligation

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    Duty to some, Handcuff to others

  • vaishdas 79w

    I used to be cheerful
    Where did it go wrong?
    I kept thinking about it every day and night...
    I didn't cry
    I didn't laugh either...
    My head wasn't heavy
    Nor light...
    It felt vacant...
    Where did it go wrong? I was disturbed.
    It was not that I was lonely and cold,
    It was not that people loathed me,
    It was not that I yearned for anything or anyone.
    I never had preferences at first,
    To get disappointed with anything or anyone...
    I started to search for myself,
    In all those chaos,
    Not knowing what had I just started.
    Finding oneself...
    I wonder if anyone has ever been able to unfold themselves!
    I was flustered as I saw myself in the process.
    I was nothing
    But a polar version of myself,
    Even if others did not mind,
    Even though they cared not about me,
    I was not fine already,
    I was discontented,
    I was not me. 
    I crumbled, sobbed and repressed the suffering.
    The me who couldn't say that I was not okay,
    I felt hostility toward.
    Somewhere in the path of life,
    I cuffed my own hands.
    And had lost the key.
    Can't anyone unlock it? I thought,
    Not crying out loud for help.
    I sat there waiting to hear
    That it's okay,
    And that it's alright to be imperfect.
    Tucking the pain inside my heart,
    I resumed marching forward,
    The destination? It was unknown.
    I knew nothing
    But one thing.
    That I was going to be the real me.

    @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Handcuffs

    Somewhere in the path of life,

    I cuffed my own hands.

    And had lost the key.

    Can't anyone unlock it? I thought,

    Not crying out loud for help.

    I sat there waiting to hear

    That it's okay,

    And that it's alright to be imperfect.

    ©a_wallflower

  • vaishdas 118w

    Aloud

    Her mind was loud,
    When the world around her
    did not allow her to speak her mind aloud.
    Like the iron,
    she was put into the fire,
    and also in the cold water.
    She became someone
    whom she hadn't used to be.
    She was asked to do something,
    But never did anyone let her do something.
    Even if it was crappy,
    she wanted her words to be said aloud.
    That's when her words changed its shape
    from voice to letters.
    ©a_wallflower

  • vaishdas 122w

    Better being a hunter's target flying high than being a locked up pet...



    ©a_wallflower