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Gauranshi Mistigris

PO# 502190
India
India
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February 16, 2017
 

For someone who lives romance through movies and books more than real life can provide ( No, I'm not a skeptic. I just know what not to expect in a life of 365 days of a rollercoaster of joy and sorrow ,from a movie of few minutes and a book of few pages :) ).

They say, the most amazing things happen when a movie derives its meaning from reality but I disagree. I think sometimes ,we need an escape. We need a hidden gateway to beauty, love and fantasies and that's what the romantic movies do. They make your heart melt and sometimes even the hardness from a love gone wrong and when all had failed to get the tears out, these movies will, it's therapy really..

I have lived through so many, I ca...

KISS A PRINCE
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February 15, 2017
 

Dear  John Green,

I don't know how you do it. I don't know how words stop becoming sounds and instead become wavelengths when you weave them into sentences. There are so many sentences from all of your books that I carry within me, some as lessons and some as a solace to the fact that I wasn't alone in feeling the way I did..

One of your best lines was "Some people don't understand the promises they're making when they make them," I said.

"Right, of course. But you keep the promise anyway. That's what love is. Love is keeping the promise anyway."

I was the one made those promises to and I was also the one who made them. The man I love, is also the man I hate . The boy who made innumerable...

LOVE IS...
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February 3, 2017
 

I sometimes look back and shake my head in wonder. If someone had told me a decade ago I will be where I am today, I would have laughed it off. What is it that seperates me now from that girl ? Time, experiences, evolution and destiny. They say, your destiny is in your hands. I began that way too. The wild zest that hope comes with, and then series after series ,some events unfolded in my own life that had nothing to do with my choices or actions. I met people that hurt me like enemies and I went through life shattering losses that I couldn't alter despite trying my best to.

I look back and I think maybe I could have done xyz differently, but would I have really ?? As time passed, I began fo...

LETTRS BLACK AND WHITE
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January 3, 2017
 

What is it that you wait for now ? Is it my skin to grow flowers of love from the scars of nostalgia that you left on my heart ? Or is it the wait that never ends, for me to say it was okay, to leave when you did, while I learnt to live with this heart, shattered ,taped but very much in love with being on its own...

LAST HUG
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January 1, 2017
 

Go easy on my heart ,oh restless soul. It may be a new year but I'm still me. I still have scars and I need to take baby steps towards change.

Rome they say, wasn't built in a day.

©inkspill_gauranshi

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GLITTER AND GOLD
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December 28, 2016
 

Skylark Challenge #67
#1

"I never gave you a grand gesture gift", one lazy morning you had asked and this is what I said

"If I had to do it all over again, I know I would still end up here, in the blanket of your arms wondering what it is that kept pulling us together when everything else was acting as nothing but barricades to a destination , that we still haven't reached. We've been slowed down and stopped, jaded and scarred but here we are. One look in those eyes and I melt like the very first time and one touch of your hand on the wounds that we wear like battle scars now and I know I'm done, done for an eternity. We can swirl together or  escape to an island of solitary wandering, bu...

LAST HUG
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December 27, 2016
 

What if your breath is all that I'll breathe into anyone henceforth..
What if your eyes are all I'll see each time he smiles and looks into mine..

What if your touches have left birthmarks,from the whole new person that I've become...

What if you really were the one and time is all we needed and if only you had some.

Ink Spill

GEORGE MICHAEL
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December 24, 2016
 

The below is a small glipmse into what festivals do and that's just simple....Unite and tie and smear the walls of the world...With Love...❤

"You can try to ignore the happiness and anticipation but it won't go away..not just yet ...

You can try to tell yourself, this isn't my festival and that I don't need the hassle but it won't go away..not just yet..

You can try and act unaware when your timelines are flooded with cheers and gifts and food spread out for the world to smell and taste but it won't go away ..not just yet...

See you can try and try and try some more, that festivals not unite hearts scattered across the world but the hatred won't be back for a few days....not just yet .."
...

HIPSTER SANTA
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December 12, 2016
 

Not feeling, is also a feeling. Sometimes bitter, sometimes sweet.You could be discussing your lost love and realize you don't feel a thing anymore. You could also be in the middle of a party and realize that the noise doesn't reach you anymore.Bitter or sweet, the only aftertaste that's left is , who or what got you there and the lessons it imprinted.

-Ink Spill

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DREW
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November 21, 2016
 

Something about that evening,still rivets me. Your awkward attempt to twirl me left me instead with a free laugh and an open heart. Who knew that in my quest to perfection ,I was losing the togetherness that only clumsiness and imperfections bring.

I met you when I was a young girl, brimming with ideas of movies and songs and romantic novels and crushes and there you were. You were all I had hoped for and also all I feared. While your love warmed me ,like coals in a fireplace, soft and happy, you on the outside,like all beautiful things were somewhat imperfect as per the world standards. You see ,you weren't towering above me like men should, and you weren't into dancing like I was. You di...

LIVE OUT YOUR DREAMS
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November 11, 2016
 

And when the music within me,stops,I hope my lyrics still find meaning within you..

And when all's said and done and  dust settles on me,I hope I still breathe life in you through my words..

©Ink Spill

#RIP Leonard Cohen .

VOTE 2016
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November 8, 2016
 

Photo Challenge #23

"EUTHANASIA"

And here I am. How did we get here ? I ask myself . I ask myself because you're never here ,like all those times when you just weren't . I listen to my sinking heartbeat and hear the pain drowning me like a rock tied to my feet. I listen to my insides because you haven't heard me ,like all those times when you just didn't....

Do you remember the day you gave me this ring ? I rake my thoughts for the answer. I rake my brain because you used yours to capacity from the beginning . I was a calculated risk. You didn't give me the ring on a day full of romance. You handed it as an eventuality you were fine with.

Do you remember the day we first touched ? My...

DAY DREAMING
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November 5, 2016
 

When I leave,I'll leave behind trails of me ..trails that lead you to me like merging roads ending in the same destination..

It's the day I'm gone darling,that you'll breathe me on each journey ,smell me in the petals scattered on the way. ..

You didn't love me...you lived me...I was you...and when I leave ..I'll take you with me...and you'll have some of me...

-Ink Spill

VOTE 2016
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November 6, 2016
 

It all begins with the little details. The books they love,the places you locked eyes,the corner where you first stole a kiss,the curve of their lip when they smile, the tiny wrinkle near their eyes when they laugh too hard.

It's these seashells that you're left with once they leave and you struggle to find new meanings to old details because haven't you heard...

"The devil is in the details " ??

-Ink Spill

VOTE 2016
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October 6, 2016
 

I couldn't breathe,no matter how hard I tried or how many times I twisted in my chair. There were hordes of people around and the world around me kept buzzing with a thrumming silence. What was happening? I was sinking inside and somehow still wide awake.

A week back ,the love of my life had decided that things weren't exactly how he planned,that he wanted different things in life. I agreed . Breakups are as common as the flu . I didn't care. He never loved me enough or it would have worked . I ignored the signs of pain and kept going on,blocking him everywhere(a ritual that follows breakups just like night follows day)

What I didn't expect was the crippling pain that decided to curl arou...

STRONGER TOGETHER
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October 5, 2016
 

They say when you find the one ,you know it's forever

They say when I saw you ,they saw my eyes light up like glistening orbs as bright as the moon

You said we met by a delicious chance of fate and that ,like the peaceful corners of a church ,I finally brought you home

I said, I am naive,and that my face still bore resemblance  to the road maps of scars life before you left

We said , we will brave it all and that love conquers all

But darling,between what we said and did, we forgot one little detail,

Love comes in like autumn leaves,washing over all the pain but life comes in with seasons and you and ,with our timings were just a little bit late...

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GOLD
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September 28, 2016
 

The proposal

A rolled up crafty paper ring, paint on her nose,he did not go down on his knees. He kept her hand to his booming heartbeats and smiled through the eyes. His muse and hers' would melt into togetherness and create art forever.

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ROCK OUT
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September 25, 2016
 

"The Last Melody"

The music just didn't stop ringing in his ears. It wasn't the kind of music you could run away from. It was a call, and he could do nothing other than follow it . The notes melted in his ear drums and yet his nerves were on edge ,knowing that this dark pond isnt exactly where his long walk was supposed to end.. Up until this very moment of all consuming feeling of awareness, he had been numb for a while dealing with whatever life had been throwing at him.

A tap on his shoulder jolted the insides of his belly , and a curdling scream later ,he was inside the pond, drowning ,the music growing closer , almost like thick whispers of upcoming horror.  There was noone but her....

DARK AND STRIPED
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September 19, 2016
 

Her love made her a warrior, his made him a diplomat
Her love opened her eyes to the world, his were half shut looking at 4 walls.
Her love screamed a galaxy of promises, his were a handful of party glitter .
She was fire and rainstorms, he carried umbrellas and avoided the puddles.
She was a forever, he was a rest stop.

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HASHTAG
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September 2, 2016
 

Tonight I want to remember , all that went my way instead of flying astray like that tiny soap bubble we once thought would stay afloat forever because as we grow, we also know, that most things weave a pattern that our plans know nothing of.

We live in a world where cynicism jumps on us, in every corner. We all need to feel loved and yet we have hidden the expectations that come with it in the attic of our hearts, the key handed to the brain. We want the love but not the hurt that comes with being vulnerable. We want peace but we don't want to give ourselves the reasons to achieve it. It's a vicious circle, some say

Tonight, I want to remember my blessings and if we really open our eyes, ...

TULIP
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August 30, 2016
 

War against terror
Or terrorising with war
Faith against science
Or science diminishing all
How many times can a man turn his head and pretend he doesn't see?

Destruction for reincarnation
Or reincarnated power that destructs
Man against horror
Or horror inflicted on men
How many times can a man turn his head and pretend he doesn't see?

Blood against brainwash
Or brainwash running in veins
Is humanity fighting terror
Or terror killing humanity
How many times can a man turn his head and pretend he doesn't see?

PEACE AND LOVE
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August 24, 2016
 

#MFQ

"You will never say to yourself when you are old,
Ah,I wish I wasn't good to that person.
You will never think that"

--Khaled Hosseini , And The Mountains Echoed

I never regret my small town childhood. I think somewhere it gave me time to breathe life before life knocked the breath out of me. But it also made me question time and again if somewhere I missed out learning the ways of the world.  I blamed myself for being too emotional as most would put it..

We come into this world ,so blank and empty that whatever voices and emotions that perspire around, slowly resonate and fill us until the brim overflows..

We've all had those bone breaking, crushing moments of anguish where we sc...

WORLD DOWN THE DRAIN
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August 24, 2016
 

Musical notes carry so much with them. In their intangible closet ,they store memories- of a love long lost , inspiration to get up and show up, chirpy glimpses of that party you went crazy wild in and danced till your feet hurt, favorite songs of the loved ones you lost and so many emotions that human words in 26 alphabets can barely gather .

But most of all...music makes you feel things in the most unadulterated form that there is. You don't hear music judge you or leave you when it suits...

Had a bad day? Plug into that funky number that gets you to go into "I don't give a damn" mood. Missing home ? Some long lost country song plays somewhere and tears fall like rains in winters, without...

MUSICAL NOTES
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August 23, 2016
 

And gradually we stop dreaming. We dream in the confines of our mind ,scared to tell anyone what the heart really wants

It could be that you always loved cooking and dreamt of being a sous chef but hey, you're an engineer!
It could be that you wanted to be a traveller , no holds barred,but hey you have a loan to pay!

It's not that we don't want those dreams anymore. We just stop listening . We are the "All or nothing " generation after all.

But let me ask you this..When was the last time you really really felt peace ?
Did it really come at the price of an expensive outing among friends you wouldn't open up to or was it when just out of nowhere you connected with someone ?

Ask any celebr...

PUPPY POWER
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August 17, 2016
 

#skylark challenge
#entry 1

He was nothing less than a surprise since the day he walked in.. the jumpy restless firebrand had finally found her balance.

She was a storm and brought hurricanes,he was an ocean and brought stillness

Their smiles touched aeons before their lips, their eyes caressed the lonely rooms in the other's hearts much before they decided

He looked for love ,she had plenty to give , he waited for salvation and she had demons in her head

Wandering what felt like the lengths and widths of a desert, the alchemy that transpired , led them to believe.

Love stories are all kinds , some are silly, some  intense
Some short lived, some legends
As long as we have a story, you...

MAGICAL LOVE
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August 16, 2016
 

We both laughed like idiots on the same lines of friends..we both wanted to marry Chandler..you loved chocolates,i loved cheese.. you loved black , I loved yellow

"You have a pretty smile..it makes people's days!" You said this so often.."Damn, I don't think people get that friends can be more than family sometimes!!" I said equally often every time we pulled one of our cray cray soul sister shenanigans...

We ruined each other's days and we made them brighter. We needed no one but just stupid us and our friendship.

They say some friends last forever but I think some just get away...leaving behind a bunch of songs,movies and a part of you that only they got...I call them the milestone frien...

FACE MELT
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August 15, 2016
 

For a long time I believed that pain is physical and the rest is a phase..haven't we all heard it after all.."this too shall pass "

It's the day I sat with him, on a sea shore in the middle of the night, with waves hitting my feet, caressing whatever part of my wounded soul that they could, that it hit me...sometimes it doesn't pass...he will live within my heart as a painful jag that never healed.. His words and deeds that cut through me, as much a part of the pain as were the memories..that I could always smell ..sometimes it doesn't pass and maybe it's okay...because some pain is needed to turn your untarnished soul into a transparent bubble which everyone can look through but the next ti...

BARE FOOT
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August 5, 2016
 

Pain knows no language. But it does have meaning. You may be walking alone, crying inside and some wandering blurring face may glance your way and you may feel more understood by that anonymity than someone your hearts screaming to be heard from .

Pain echoes in silence but it also class against noise. How often do we seek noise so that we can forget but then crave to be alone so that the liquid raging within the heart finally let's go..

When there's noone but you curled up in a ball crying, what is it that picks you up? Mostly it's you and yet why is it that in all that white noise, you wish you could hear that familiar voice gently guiding into the false sedation that it usually is...love...

LOVE,PEACE AND UNDERSTANDING
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