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Aayush Upadhyay

PO# 605006
India
India
Letting the scenes drip from my fingertips.
November 24, 2017
 

   "Your canvas it is" she said when she    gifted me her neck

           When I caressed it first, all I could         carve were sonnets.

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AIM TO PLEASE
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November 23, 2017
 

               Tell me when really
                  Will I start living more than
                       I numbly exist?

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ORIGINAL
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November 21, 2017
 

Eyebrows push through
A struggle-hard; Keep them close for as long as you can
Ears swinging
Lust dripping; Eager to hear more
Fierce- A snippet of your adjectives
As you kiss my desire
You're going down
Slower than your kiss ever was
Legs stammer- just can't stay apart
Holding their breaths and beings
The man sailing your boat down your waist
Trying so hard to peep out and failing
With every breath- your air that touches me
More and more I crave to break apart
Miles away- your hand pressing my head
Forcing me to explore your insides
It's raining- so far I am- it's draining
With just my thought
It craves me more; it moans me more
Firm fingers that wander inside you
You're breathing heavy ...

THRILLING
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October 30, 2017
Pakwara, India

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#Crowded_Thoughts
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Symphonies
Your kisses and scars
Are shaping me
For the better everyday
Adversities
Miles and thoughts
Are strengthening me
In great fashions everyday
Hordes
Your fears and truths
Are deafening me
Making me helpless everyday
The water
My eyes and light
For you are pacifying
Leaves me wondering everyday
A chance
To gift us wings and fly
Is soothing me
Making me weaker everyday
I promise
The verses their worth
Roots are powering everyday

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KISS A PRINCE
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October 5, 2017
 

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Little girl...
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It will pass, little girl, the most of it will
Sing a monotonous hymn to flee this red color and the terror in your eyes
They are not real, little girl, just a bad imagination I promise
It was just rain the sky abandoned, not the acid for sure
Take my jacket, little girl, you must be so cold
They were poor; just needed your clothes for survival
Those are scratches, little girl, but of bravery I promise
They didn't want money, just wanted to give these honorable marks
Is it burning, little girl, is it hurting so much?
It's just the pamper of their deepest affection, not fire
You are a storm, little girl, I know
My tears make you wea...

WORLD DAY OF BULLYING PREVENTION
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September 24, 2017
 

Introverted

Strange refrain they crafted perfect
In a glorious rhythm they touched the grass
The pearls that fell from the grey and eyes
Were worthy enough to outshine the stars
Black inside and the grey above
Shone so brilliant to daub the light
Pen glazed the paper , broken
Ink was ruthless to heal the night
Thunder weeped for a long lost sorrow
The brown opened its arms widespread
The long lost love the sky then had
It really made the rain introverted.

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NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 24, 2017
 

Eyes were covered were they yours
Dripping magic like a  fall in mine
Should I dive in them
Slowly untangling any cover they had
Slowly undoing any cover you have
Should I go through you, your mind and soul
And should  you shiver as I kiss those scars
Should I flaunt my fingers on the velvet; your lips
Should you tangle yours across my hand
Should I follow your trails till I touch your waist
And get lost in the depths of yours skin
Should I whisper some ice in your ears and then
Send  a chill through your legs and spine
Should you walk your breath through my tongue and flame
And take them to a journey unknown
Should you close them eyes
But uncuffus the covers
As I feed you fire, and I feed me...

WHY DON'T YOU LIKE ME
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September 8, 2017
 

What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the tides and stars
Where the sun blossoms in a soothing sail
Where the moon dances with all the light

What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the love and hate
Where the abstract speak a tale of sorrow
Where the real sing the chords of joy

What if we vanish tonight
Beyond the draped expectations
Where the eyes open for the zenith
Where the heart elevates the verve to heights

DREAMS
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August 28, 2017
Parson, India

Asked me to come in her dreams
Wandered each night in mine
Who am I supposed to meet
When I wander in hers

NATIONAL DOG DAY
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August 24, 2017
New Delhi, India

Slow steps dragged the voice
Limping through  the dark aisle
The way out, was shining gold
The gold, but was out of sight
For the sky revoked to flee the fear
Changed color and burnt in sigh
Cold wind then looked away
The warmth was piqued inside
Summer made him think of pianos
And the merry tales that jingled loud
Out was he with  the carcass world
With the phrase yet spellbound
Mind framed a different set
A different nutshell he found self in
The pianos still played, the leaves still fell
The sky changed its colors just yet.

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DREAMS
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August 23, 2017
New Delhi, India

                     

                     Stars slithered on the scars so smooth
                     I was not able to realise
                     Are they shining or are they burning?

TOTAL ECLIPSE 2017
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August 14, 2017
 

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**Pain demands to be felt**
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Had the tear perceived its trail
Through which he slithered so gallant
Or else why is it , that I have seen the strongest ones cry
Had the agony dressed its detention
The way it swoops inside a naive child
Or else why is it, I have heard the little girl weep?
Had the oblivion ever touched its reach
The way it thunders the state of mind
Or else why is it, I have felt the aching thousand tales?
Had the pain unraveled its contentment
The way it hugs the grave to soothen its soul
Or else why is it, I have laughed every time I was screaming from inside?

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DREAMS
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August 13, 2017
 

Catch the fireflies as they fly, they said
Never did I realise, I crushed their spark.
Don't fear the nights, stay strong they said
Never did I realise, I wasn't worthy of the dark.

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DREAMS
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August 4, 2017
 

He never planned the cascading of his own emotions. Drenched in pain, but oh, what a warrior he was..

Finding it sorrowful, he bottled his feelings up and smiled his way out.

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ANNE FRANK
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August 4, 2017
 

Embrace
My being and stars
The moon, my scars
My touch, the night
The sky, inside
My word, the streets
The wind, my breeze.

Adore
The colors, the buzz
The twinkle, and us
The trees, their dance
My thoughts, they prance
The play, the chase
My grin, your face.

Feel
My hum, the bloom
The water, my gloom
Your melody, this life
This world, the strive
My love, your voice
The crave "un-suffice".

KISS A PRINCE
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July 9, 2017
 

To slumber, are the words really stumbling upon?
Or are they blazing the poor self in obsession of sparkling refulgent.

To flow, is the blood really impassioned for?
Or is it delusional about the limits of its actuality.

To wander, is the mind craving each night?
Or is it eager to explode it's horizons aloud.

To pump, is the heart relentlessly struggling for?
Or is  it thumping fiercely the pitch of dauntlessness

To exist, is what the spirit is stuck in ?
Or is it in an endeavour to shake the being .

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DAY OF TRUTH
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June 15, 2017
 

#engage
#writing prompt

The best moments and the most hilarious and adventurous ones are no doubt in the colleges and schools.

Share your best college or school memories and make us all laugh.
Can be your bunks, fights , gigs, having lunch during lectures. Get creative and be as funny as possible.

Tag your letters as -  thosedays

Cheerio. Have a nice time letterists.

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NATURE PHOTOGRAPHY DAY
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June 5, 2017
 

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THE TROPHY IS THE THRONE...
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For the sake of the burning cries
The warrior within revolts in fierce silence
Words though proudly say
Through the fire lies the throne
Contrary is the fact
Fire glazes the soul and it burns
Gets devastated and gives light
Phoenix weeps in grief
Mystically the pearls wipe away the hurt
Sudden numbness smoothly swims inside
Ignites the fire, denies the pain
Though they hurt and scratch slow
Makes one scream with such gentle hugs
A drug, an addiction they should be
For the trophy is the throne.

ART BANDIT
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May 18, 2017
 

Glory: the untold story

Calender swept the dates generously
The trees danced to the mourning of a lost one
Windows felt the aching sorrow
And the walls heard the longing cries
Sky sobbed the pain and blood
The earth soaked the  old rejoice
Long gone were the giggles and smiles
Long gone was the warmth inside
Cold gust flew in the hearts
Took away the pain and scars
She kept on gazing the untruly true
One day her son would hold her again
The walls of glory in the army's camp
Though holds his name so strong
Mother keeps on staring in the hope
"I'm sure he isn't gone".
Oh dear the merciful one
The pain isn't so bearable
The son waits that she comes up
Mother waits that he comes down.

STINK EYE
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May 10, 2017
 

THE EFFECTUAL OF DEATH

The irking  tumult of the clock
Degrades to a coo and finally silence
Verve transfixes in the throat
Eyes struggle hard to stay open
For the perception loses vivacity
Comfort confuses ; limps away and turns back
The harsh reality draped in a hope to exist a little longer
The flash of the trail pampers vision and walks away
Emotions fade in and away in the same second
The concern of the existence gets a hike suddenly
God never comes, terror sure do
Trepidation teaches the hunger of relations
The effectual of death packs away the agony and the pain
Leaves one stuck in adventure of being alive and wait for it again.

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KISS A PRINCE
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May 8, 2017
 

My daughter aged 40

The more I think about her the more my words lack confidence. The words pity themselves for not being able to reach what my "daughter aged 40" is. Fun fact- I'm 17!! The title suggests what my mother is for me.

I haven't pampered anyone more than I have pampered my mother. And she deserves it all. It wasn't always like this. In my good memory, I was the one who was taken care of, who was pampered with all the affection. But then as I grew up, I realized that the way she glued me to herself and armored me and glided me through all the catastrophic episodes, I realized that it's her time to take a break. To live life on her own terms.  

My mother isn't the most idealistic...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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May 6, 2017
 

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THINGS I NEVER SAID.
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Those inmost eyes she have
Sitting and dancing in the melody of her life
I crave to join them in perceiving her perception.
Her tender but intrepid taper fingers
Heroic to break down a tyranny in a moment's swift
I crave to touch them and gush in the softness they have.
Her deep-seated thoughts , so strong and solemn
I crave to hear them drown in the aloof deepness they have
Her gorgeous existence
And the grace my life has because of her
I crave to crave her till infinity finds an end.

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MAY PHOTO MONTH
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May 3, 2017
 

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Menacing smirk on a palate served
A galze of terror and agony dressed
There in the corner this lifeless child
Gulps of horror plunged in his eyes
A gun so colossal sits proud in front
In the alley, Satan on the march
The wind that blows caress the child
Hoping to take him away
From this Oh so dreadful situation
The wind as destitute of power as the child
Sun tries to peek through the window
To steal one glare and ensure his being
Look at the misery now, the dark ; Satan's pet
Has cloaked the child so effortlessly
Trepidation takes away the voice of child
And the vision is long gone
Satan is close with greed in eyes
And a knife in hands
Petrified child now turns s...

FREEDOM TAKES COURAGE (2)
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May 2, 2017
 

For once, let me dance with your attention and explore your inmost eyes,

For once let me be the person on whom you place your glare  upon,

For once let me feel your sparkling aura,

For once let me stop the time and stay there forever.

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MY PRINCE
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April 29, 2017
 

The cure, the cause

Contention happen, and it may not, it may
The sentiments clash and actions too
Should I be clear when I say
Some emotions are not always true.

Even the gust blows wild and serene at random
And the moon decides how much to glow
Can't it happen that things go wild
In the chase of "I won't let you go?"

Trepidation there is and will always be
Of losing things and people who count
Deciding the priority between cure and cause
Accepting the fault and the domain that surround.

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TUX
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