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Aayush Upadhyay

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India
India
Letting the scenes drip from my fingertips.
June 6, 2018
 

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Isn't so predictable
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Isn't music; though I plug in buds and see her face
Isn't dancing; though she curves as my strings follow
Isn't lust; though she sips out the skins of life
Isn't love; though she leaves what remains then and throughout
Isn't  body; though I disappear behind my own self
Isn't touch ; though I breathe (on her) as if only she as air remains
Isn't gaze; though eyes bleed but deny a fancy away
Isn't death; she stabs me , I stab me through her again
Isn't reality; she smirks and dripples apart
Again in that untouched glass of wine

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KISS A PRINCE
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May 25, 2018
Pakwara, India

LEVITATE

It can be etched on an abstract mosaic
In a painter's world of monochrome
A thousand smalls , a rustic pavement
Unapologetically lit
Under an ignorant street light
Effortless to figure- pair of folded knees, a pinned down head
Gleam silencing the tiny strength
He pushes to stay seated
You the Phoenix, don't catch his glare
It scares him more, from himself more
Hold the shoulder and take him high
In a black canvas you colour with voice
Let the air sweep in through,
Till the point your arms don't stress
Place him down with your tear of promise
To join him soon a levitate
Yet again.

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WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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February 6, 2018
 

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**GLASS PANE**
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What if I read you a story
"Once upon a time," I say
And drip out those scenes
As my fingers sked them out
Would you chuckle through your wonder
As I narrate our eternities together
Would you quench my voice
Brushing through your trails
Would you roll up, them sleeves
And shine your mind through the sides
Would you smile with your affection
Caressing our little world
Would you still have those eyes,
Teary in love as I smile
Would you still have that warmth
The peaceful sleep I had in your arms
Would you still be here, close next to me
As I reach the end of my beautiful tale
Would you come out, from that portrait...

ORIGINAL
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January 16, 2018
Pakwara, India

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Pink Underwear
#A LGBTQ+ TALE
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Under a stack of them, identity chokes
Drowsy smells, different prints
My fist tightens, one around my neck
One around these pairs
I struggle, under shiny lights
The cracks on my face, pop out
Radiate with the illuminance,
And my lip colour
These normal ones, trying consideration
Dressed up in busty uniforms, ask me if I need help
Screams my inner peace, shouting - it's a just a mall
Just a shelve with smelly underwears
Just a human, capable of endeavours.
I choke, in the fresh odour of the knocking
I fumble, some descent words I say.
Wonder why, that rose one pops out
I grab it's silk...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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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
 

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".

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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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