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Annie

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India
India
She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
May 22, 2018
 

Insomnia : When nightmares from the past keep you awake.

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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May 21, 2018
 

"For you're beautiful, whether au naturel or garbed."
--ASC

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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May 20, 2018
 

She, a jigsaw puzzle of scratch and scar, of hurt and vengeance, of captivity and freedom, of fragility and courage, of fascination and repulsion, of fire and ice, of black and white, of chaos and peace,  of shivers and warmth, of lava and snowflake, of draught and downpour, of turbulence and tranquility.
--ASC

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May 19, 2018
 

Took me awhile
to make words rain on my window
Been residing in silences for long,
I now find my repose in chaos.
The quite dungeons of my being
Are filled with voices of the old.

Cities of surrender
Have paved pathways of audacity.
Sometimes I run the streets,
sometimes they run me.

I’m the body of a queen, in hoods
filled up with backstreet imprudence,
Mad moves, grooves and beat of drums.
I'm electric
And serene.
A patch of wet grass
On sun-burnt fields of tangerine.
The surface
And so the depth.
The sunrises and sunsets.
--ASC

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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May 19, 2018
 

Walking through the corridors of the senile abandoned house,
I pass through my grandmother's dressing room,
Vintage and neat.
I lift a winter coat off the wardrobe,
Still warm, with narrow bodice
And a handwritten label.
Bringing it to my chest,
I walk towards the tall mirror, standing beside me.

The old coat blushes.
This pocket may once have sheltered something
precious — a diamond necklace,
A red rose,
A sweet little present,
from someone unknown or close?
Dried petals,
As remembrance of a day spent.
A letter, unsent.
Or a goodbye note?
Or just the warmth of emotions withheld.

And the pink of the coat smiles,
In the refracted light
of the summer-sun.
--ASC

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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May 18, 2018
 

You need to breathe and rest in the fact that you can not keep everyone you love.
--ASC

LOVE IS ALL WE NEED
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April 15, 2018
 

A letter to a known letter box.

That day when you came into my room, lay your head in my lap, trying to sleep, I saw your fragility.
A child, scared to lose his mother. A guy, breaking down seeing his mum in pain. A man, crumbling under the weight of life.

I'd always seen you strong, more so cold-hearted-emotionless and self contained. Never had I seen or known this side of you. From a friend, rushing to hug me outside the airport to a boy, talking about his mum, with trembling lips. From a worried son, waiting in the hospital lobby for the reports to a guy, clutching my hand tight while his mom was being taken inside the operation theatre, I saw shades of you, which were no longer grey. ...

LOVE, HER
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April 14, 2018
 

#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 134

In late lavender evenings of spring,
I see wild lilac flowers bloom,
Amongst winds of NOSTALGIA
and ESSENCE of gloom.
And beneath the doves and rainbows,
I see the LUCID dream dancing.
Her chuckles, INFECTIOUS amigos,
A memory, so liquid, it rings.
For potions of radiance
And sanguine HALLUCINATIONS.
Where migrating thoughts
Pause to sleep.
Somewhere, halfway,
Near my pillow's crease.
--ASC

LOVE, HER
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April 10, 2018
 

#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 133

Moon throws a river of DAZZLING silver,
Stirring the black expanse of the blue.
For angels are myth in colour,
I chose the curse of a mermaid's hue.
Empires shine and VANISH in waves,
When revenge and justice resonates.
EXPLOSION resounds,
The beasts are found.
And I, devoid of wings to fly,
Beauty does terrify.
Flooding a future,
Not even in picture.
Mind pause to desolate thee,
And echoes that perturb the sea.
Love, hope, resounds the pause,
A catachrestic applause.
Swimming through the umber,
I pity the grays of your slumber.
For you could FATHOM not,
The plague and the revenge I sought.
Yet, for the glowfish and hyacinth,
I orate, I sing.
The pleasant songs,
Of Ar...

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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April 10, 2018
 

Another day passed with letters unanswered and the lark listening our midnight maladies.
--ASC

#WRITINGPROMPT
#13WordStory

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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April 4, 2018
 

"He speaks silences, the languages he calls 'Dusk' and 'Dawn'."
--ASC

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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April 4, 2018
 

Between long episodes of monsoonal rains
And petrichor that follow,
I see the Sun creeping up.
Trying to keep you locked in my head,
Residing in structures of yesterday,
I keep running from tomorrow.
What you see,
Is the surface
of dwindling sanity.
What's grey and aporetic,
Is the very meaning of life.
For if not for this dementia,
I'd slip under the hull of loss
And silences of the dark.
Let me stay so,
A little longer,
Eluding tomorrow.
--ASC

#death #realitiesofloss

NOBODY IS PERFECT
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March 31, 2018
 

#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 132

For the blind have vision,
Though they can't see.
For the deaf have something to profess,
Though they can't hear.
One, lent the eyes, other, the ears.
Blood BROTHERS, bonded with trust.
PATIENT and kind,
Deep and undying,
Their love, like the WIND,
Pure and ever flowing.
Where belief thrived,
Not in the eyes, but the heart.
No words needed for assurances.
Where MISUNDERSTANDINGS never crept in,
And none felt the grief,
The weight of life,
For they held it together and walked,
As free as the river,
As tied as the soul.

--ASC

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 31, 2018
 

Distant mountains
Singing shapes of fountains.
Where Sun glows in meadows
And twilight speaks of forgotten vows.
We drove so long
To find, we forgot where we belong.
Been twisting and turning,
Skipping lifelines.
From what were we running,
Hiding, ranting whines?
On our truck, we vagabond,
From afflictions and perturbations, we abscond.
To walk barefoot on damp grass,
To sprawl, reading stories across.
Our space, the highways.
Where raw but beatific are the days,
And nights conquer the conquering needs,
For, wild flowers are beautiful, also the weeds.
For luxury never appealed,
And love never repealed.
We found our dove, flying to peace,
And the yellow butterfly, kissing the crease.
In waterf...

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 31, 2018
 

"Woman must not accept; she must challenge. She must not be awed by that which has been built up around her; she must reverence that woman in her which struggles for expression." - Margaret Sanger

The best thing I read this morning. Empowering!
And so, I wish to spread the vibes.

*A quote to read on days you question your existence as a female. You've immense power within woman. Just have to feel and embrace.

Time to put off the crown and put on the armor. Stand firm against patriarchy, find your voice and fight the unacceptable. Wage a war against oppression. You're all the strength you need.

Inhale courage, exhale doubt.

--ASC

#BeYou
#StrengthUnwavering

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 31, 2018
 

"For amongst illusions and delusions,
I walk, wearing a coat, adorned with desire and hope."
--ASC

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 29, 2018
 

"For his artful similes and metaphors,
I stitched him a pillow of proverbs."

--ASC

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 28, 2018
 

A fracture across time and place,
Where the past and future hold their gaze.
Among the rescued in the corner bar.
We were caught,
mid-kiss across.
To lean in and touch your fingertips,
With stilled eyes, resting on your upper lip.
To grab a moment,
And pocket it as a memory.
For having felt with your fingers,
The sky so blue.
And so, far from sirens,
The stillness of our moon.
Beside the float glass pool,
With our feet in water and intertwined fingers.
We barely linger
in this midnight space,
When words lose way to passion,
Yet again.
--ASC

#poolsidetales

DAY OF TRUTH
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March 27, 2018
 

"We are all free to make our own mistakes.
You, are mine."

--ASC

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 21, 2018
 

And some time beyond place,
or place beyond time,

You would be mine.

--ASC

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 21, 2018
 

Do you remember?
You once walked over wooden boards
To a house that sat on stilts in the sea.
You have wandered lost a long time then.
The fairy tales warned you,
Of love and fear,
Of Angels and Beasts.
The moon painted me black,
Those sketches you believed.
And so,
You and I
Will become a memory,
Of a memory of a memory,
Shut and lost
in that house on the sea.
--ASC

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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March 20, 2018
 

Summertime coasters,
Sunsets and glaciers.
Vase of glass,
Bunch of sunflowers.
Sun on the high,
Leaves drinking blood.
Eyes belie,
What words scud.
Brewing coffee,
Black and lark.
Conversations,
Vague and stark.
--ASC

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 19, 2018
 

Words echo,
Syllables faulter,
Dawdle down to the creek.
Rains swell with brewing coffee,
Storm, a beckoned sheet,
Attempts to foment a riot.
Emotions concoct,
Swallowing breaths.
Desire, a valley with a wide rift,
Clouding, erupting and dying.
Fingers, painting the red in black,
Of straight paths and disoriented thoughts,
Of blueberries and scoops of cream.
Lips, a purple venom in pink,
Eyes, oceans of blue with chasms at the brink.
Immortal letters kept hidden under the casket,
Lose remembrance with clipped billets.
Yet, the fireside awaits thee,
Can't let go of what hithers me.
And so, further, painting storms in black,
On numerous whites.
--ASC

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 19, 2018
 

"You're my demand and desire.
Still, disoriented, I push you away."

--ASC

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 16, 2018
 

A known little coffee table,
in the corner.
The plane old wood surface,
A see-through vase of daffodils,
Two full coffee mugs.
Dusky skin and wandering eyes.
A fleeting emotion beneath a pulse,
A skipped beat,
A thumping vibration.
Memories clouding the
Train of thoughts.
Smell of caffeine.
Coffee mugs emptying.
Mumbles around the house,
Conversations that build up and die,
And loud silence,
Filling us up.
You still look the same,
Though the roses have dried.
--ASC

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 16, 2018
 

Most times, in rain or snow,
In moonlit or no-moon nights,
The beach has always had a visitor,
Me and my solitude,
Singing you like a lost-love-song.
The uncorked bottle of red,
With quarter cups of sneak-peeks
Into that rusty box of memories.
And your song,
That grows tall on me
Like weed.
--ASC

I LOVE WRITING DAY
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March 4, 2018
 

"We all have stories to tell.
For, we all have our own share of
broken wrists, battered hearts
and unrequited love."

--ASC

PULSE
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February 23, 2018
 

We have had days when we saw autumn despite the green.
And days blanketed with darkness
But also of unbreakable dawn.

We have had days when we thought we don't belong.
And days when we'd argued over petty things.
But then we also had days of apologies, embedded in loving gestures.
And so came the days of sweet surrender.

We have had days, sometimes months, of lost contact.
But we tried to reform, transform.
And found our way to find each other.

We had dreams in which we could no longer recognize ourselves.
But turned over a new leaf each day, with the hope that it'll be okay.

We have had days of closing doors on each other's faces.
But then we turned a corner,
Found ourselves somewhere in...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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February 23, 2018
 

And yet, it’s your side of the bed, the empty portion of the closet, that miniature plant you got for my study desk, our favourite set of coffee mugs, the blue ink you sprayed on my off white curtains, the stinking socks you left in the washing machine, our favourite little coffee table which we got here from your old apartment, the fat sketchbook you'd gifted me, the black dress you bought me, the 'You're my princess and I love you' note you'd stuck on my dressing-room mirror, your skateboard lying under the stairway and the phone charger that you forgot to take along, like always.

Each corner of this little place has a piece of you. The smell of your cologne still lingers around. But then...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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