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Ravija Sharma

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New Zealand
New Zealand
If I am losing a piece of me, maybe I don't want Heaven...
December 18, 2016
 

Tears of Gasoline.

Today I hugged the floor and cried,

And saw the haven, my safe space inside of my mind,

Burn down to pieces,

One shelf at a time

I saw the fire start,

I was the fire

Now it is grey as ashes inside of me

And yet all the tears in the world 

Weren't enough to stop that fire

Maybe they weren't made of water, maybe they were gasoline

Burning...

Ashes, Ashes and we all fall down,

And so burned my haven, 

As I hugged the floor and cried gasoline.

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December 13, 2016
 

My mind didn't have the luxury to be proud.

My mum was and still is highly stickler about her potted plants. And the neighborhood kids, my friends were not the most careful people at that age. So let's just say one of my mother's plants had a little accident. My mom was THE terror in our neighborhood, no one messed with her and had the balls to believe they will get away unscathed. So my mom's fury was unleashed on those kids, and the after math was that I was boycotted from their games. No one talked to me or played with me. That whole incident claimed two casualties in its wake, the potted plant and me.

A week went by and I would walk around aimlessly, while the other kids outright ignore...

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November 23, 2016
 

Why does tragedy and trauma make up some of the most interesting stories?
Are humans really that attracted to the macabre?
I am not pointing fingers, I am saying, I am as guilty as anyone else.
I would rather hear a tragedy story than a happy go lucky story.
So, why does tragedy and trauma make up some of the most interesting stories...

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November 19, 2016

What will my last words be...well let's imagine it is a huge monologue, a superpower that has been granted to me by the grace of dramatic movies...

To my mom, I'll say,  " I have loved you mum, despite our differences, dspite my aloofness, despite my everything...I will always love you mum. You are the rock that rocks my world..."

To my sister, I'll say, "My skin used to bear the marks of our childish fights, I remember those scars with love now. I wish we were closer, but I have loved you with every drop of blood  in my viens, rather than just loving you just because you are my blood".

To my friends, "You are the most important parts of my life. I don't have many of you, so the few ...

ORIGINAL
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November 8, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

    

    If my tears were blood, I'd be dead.

WINTER WHISPERS
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September 14, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

It is deleting and rewriting,
Writing, and rewording
Every word you have written about it,
It is the thing that makes you realize that you have got nothing to look forward to,
It is the thing that takes away any reasons to get out of bed,
It is the angsty feeling,
The sweaty palms,
The raised heartbeat,
At any social interaction,
It is the wanting of company,
But having no idea,
How to conduct yourself in the midst of it,
It is the sly escape to the washroom,
Because it was suddenly too hard to breathe,
It is the clear and uncontested awareness of everything you do,
So much that it feels all pretend play,
It is the third person bashing of your own life,
It is the constriction in your chest...

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September 10, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

Oh, she is art,
Rendered in black and white,
With shades of charcoal,
Going lighter to dark,
From her lips to her eyes,
With blended pencil lines,
Rough around the edges,
Smudged in a limbo between black and white,
Oh yes! She is art,
With black pits where the light is intermittent,
And sometimes never reaching,
Rendered on a page,
Drawn and Erased,
Erased and Drawn,
Until her identity is the confused 2 inche remains of a new pencil,
Oh yes, sweet Lord,
She is art,
An art that is rendered in black and white,
With specks and shades dancing on her thighs,
An art, with black palms,
And white calves,
And just a trace of a black abyss around her heart,
An art, an art, an art,
We call her,
But nev...

HERO MASK
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September 5, 2016
 

I know everything is supposed to be
Black or white,
Right or wrong,
But it was in the grey and the blurred edges,
That I learned to love my demons....

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ORIGINAL
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August 25, 2016
 

I have love enough in my heart,
To love others,
But how do I love myself,
I have kindness enough in my heart,
To wish the best for others,
But where can I learn to be kind to myself,
I have life enough in me,
To live on for others,
How do I live for myself!?

ORIGINAL
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August 14, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

The pen is stumbling in my hands,
And the ink is blotting my finger tips,
The parchment is a blur,
And the tears are like rain in the sky,
I slowly press the tip of the pen to the paper,
Begging...groveling for the comfort of words,
Begging them to breach the abyss of darkness that I find myself sinking in...
The ink seeps into the paper,
Blot blot blot,
And I beg and beg for the comfort of words to embrace me,
But all I feel is cold...so cold

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July 26, 2016

Only if time will stop for me,
Maybe today I'll be able to make my cold bed,
Only if time will stop for me,
I will buy a hammer and smash down my anxieties,
Only if time will stop for me,
I can trick my breaths to come out normally,
Only if time will stop for me,
I can will my hands to punch the next extrovert that comes across me,
Only if time will stop for me,
I will beg my heart to start writing maladies again,
Only if time will stop for me,
I will try too, to stop this nausea from making me a ghost,
Only if time will stop for me,
Maybe, just maybe, my tossings and turnings will finally give into sleep while the stars are still frozen in the night sky,
Only if time will stop ...

ORIGINAL
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July 12, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

I wouldn't say that I had an Eureka moment,  or the  words hit me like an oncoming freight train, and suddenly the world was poetry and the proper use of your and you're was the difference between me hating you or loving you (btw don't be a hater, spread love La la la).

Nothing of that sort happened. It was pretty normal, even boring if you may, and very Teenage-ish. It was my 8th grade term final, and being an average student, the only class I expected to top was, well, Maths(WHAT!?). Anyway, I didn't, but I was in a complete shock, when I got my English paper marks, I had topped the class, which was stupid, I mean sure I was a book hoarder and everything, but I never had actually thought I...

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July 7, 2016
Auckland, New Zealand

Just a letter.

Hey, I am an addict,
You might probably recognize me from the dead faces that splashed the yesterday's newspaper.

Hey, I am an addict,
And you have every right to judge me.
I am the stubborn one who refuses to go to rehab,
To be sterilized and stamped quarantine on.

Hey, I am an addict,
And I understand why you hide your children from me,
After all its me, who looks like your worst monster brought to life.

Hey, I am an addict,
And surprisingly it's not the heroine, cocaine or even marijuana that corrupts my veins,
All that runs through me and powers me is hate.

Hey I am an addict,
An addiction that I loathe,
An addiction that is not of my making.

Hey, I am an addict,
And...

WORLD DOWN THE DRAIN
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April 29, 2016
 

I hear voices,
I see people, I should not be seeing,
They talk to me, raise me on an alter one moment, and then drive me to kill myself the other,
There is always a cackle surrounding me,
They are real,
As real as the blood that coats my collection of blades,
Some of them sleep with me in my bed,
Some under the bed,
Don't you go around calling them monsters,
They are my friends,
The monsters are the people injecting me with funny stuff,
It makes all of my friends disappear,
But when they appear again, they are angry, so so angry,
Angry at you, so they rage at me...
DON'T!!!
STOP!
I need to feed them,
They are my guests,
They need my blood,
They are my only company,
Don't stop the bleeding, pl...

DARK DEPTHS
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April 28, 2016
 

I want to start something,
Something which Tyler Oakley would call a Q and slay!
So it goes like this- Comment your question(s) that you want to ask of any lettrist, and I will make sure you get your answers (I am the slaying mediator🐥).
So start asking peeps👅

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DOUBLE BUBBLE
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April 28, 2016
 

My brain hates the body that houses it,
Every time it processes the thigh gap of a VS model,
It secretly runs scissors up and down my thighs,
It loves the sound of hunger,
Every time my gut rumbles,
It rejoices with zero-calorie crackers,
In a mirror, it does not see a person,
It sees a monster made of cellulite,
It makes my body want to vomit out every meal it takes,
My mind hates the body that houses it,
So, it makes my eyes avert in front of mirrors,
But then again,my body is designed to irritate it,
So, I just randomly eat a cake!😁

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ORNATE LUXURY
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April 28, 2016
 

I am not here to tell you that it will get better. No way, it gets a hell lot more bad before it just dulls out.
I am not here to tell you that you should wear your scars with pride. I will be a hypocrite saying that, when all I own are long-sleeved shirts.
I am not here to tell you to stay strong,
I have locked my doors and shut out the lights hundreds of times, and almost broke my "strong".
I am not here to tell you to back off the ledge,
Who am I to advise you, when I stood for hours at the ledge myself, almost taking the last step!

All I want to do is ask you of something,
Ask you to stop yourself,
To let the blade rust under the bed,
I know of your pain,
Of the hours you have spent tr...

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April 23, 2016
 

It's all or nothing with me baby,
So if we decide to fall...
We will be falling from aeroplanes,
Straight into the deep undersea,
Climbing against the wind on that rocky reef,
And then falling again from the ledge that no one ever dared to leave,
I don't do Netflix and chill,
I do cliffs and oceans,
Wilderness and deserts!

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ASPHALT GREY
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April 19, 2016
 

"How is our love different?", he asked
"Its not and that's the whole beauty of it", the other groom replied.

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BLUE WHIRL
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April 17, 2016
New Delhi, India

I have not written to you in so long,
And I know you sometimes wonder, what mistake did you make in your last letter to me,
That my letters made of misspelled words and unexpected innuendos stopped showing up at all.
I know you sometimes think of me when you are posting a letter.
Wondering what became of me,
Yearning to know whether I think of you at all.
I know I am being plainly presumptuous,
But I would like to think I was more than a heartbreaking full stop to you,
Coz I would like to think, that your heart sped up every time you saw my ink- stained letter in your post.
I think of you, so much, everyday.
I yearn to read your beautiful scrawl compared to my barely legible one,
You used to...

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April 19, 2016
New Delhi, India

Me and my friend's fight:

She: One Direction is never getting back together...

Me: I hope Jon Snow dies...

(Don't you judge me over my 1D love, coz I honestly don't care)

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March 15, 2016
New Delhi, India

Without losing a piece of me
How do I get to heaven?
Without changing a part of me
How do I get to heaven?
All my time is wasted
Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh
So if I'm losing a piece of me
Maybe I don't want heaven?

-Heaven
-TROYE SIVAN

LETTRS CHALK
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March 14, 2016
New Delhi, India

The coffee brews slowly and languidly. A book lies on the floor, face upside down. In one corner of the kitchen, the eldest child of the family, a black pug- Sky, with the wisest wrinkles in the entire world sniffs around "wisely".

Lying on the couch grandly is a golden retriever-Chomp; second in the hierarchy, don't question the name or he might just chomp down your socks for breakfast.

The third child is in a bit of a flustered state. She is nursing a whole litter of 8 puppies at the moment, she has all the right to complain about the almost literal 101 dalamtions state, she is in right now. Sherry, you brave little mother. Look at you go!

The fourth child is in the cuddling phase, so s...

LETTRS LATTE
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March 10, 2016
New Delhi, India

Green and Yellow and Black!

We are supposedly meant to be together,
The world teaches so,
Yellow and I,
Meticulously put next to each other by the little girl in her color box,
She sang a little happy song,
Probably thinking how perfect we look snuggled together,
But my little wax heart yearns for Black,
My scribbled out edges, yearning to be mixed in its depth,
But No, the teacher thought her to make me yellow's mate,
But who taught the teachers,
Who taught them to stereotype me and Black many sections away from each other,
Un-approachable in every context, in every way!
Yellow hates me, because sometimes my gloom mixes in cheaply with it!
But No, the teacher claims its beau...

LETTRS TEAL
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March 9, 2016
New Delhi, India

I want to die...

...I want to die for a day,
And see what my mother does with my assorted range of certificates and medals for things that I absolutely detest!

...I want to die for a day,
And see all the conspiracy theories my relatives come up with for the reason of my passing at such an "early" age. "Was it drugs?! Suicide?! Pills?!!!!!!"

I want to die for a day,
And know who my real friends are,
To see who is really shattered,
And who is faking sorrow for likes by posting 'RIP her soul' on a dead person's wall!

I want to die for a day,
And live through someone else's eyes!
I want to die for a day,
And watch the most beautiful sunset!
I want to die for a day,
And be refreshingly alone!
...

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March 9, 2016
New Delhi, India

"You look sexy!" He murmured with a cigarette dangling from his mouth.
You would say it was a compliment,
Try explaining that to my unsuspecting ten year old self,
Playing on the street with her friend,
When a stranger, 20 years her age, said this to her!
We ran away, our innocent game forgotten
Because a not so innocent vulture had decided to interrupt us.
I didn't speak up...

Fast forward it by a few years,
Old friends-a faint memory,
Moved to a new place,
And new friends-nil.
I went to a reputed place for a haircut,
I was left red in the face, when the hairdresser groped me
We weren't even alone, he dared to do it right in front of my sister,
Alas! she was too engrossed in her phone.
I di...

THE GAME OF LETTRS
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March 9, 2016
New Delhi, India

Since I was three, you taught me ways and methods to put a lid on my mouth,
You feared that someday I might say way too much or way too less,
And have my face ruined in an Acid attack

Since I was four, I was stereotyped in frocks and Barbies, in cooking sets, and damsel in distress!
You told me to take a beating lying down,
To let the pain of my petty humiliation reflect in the dried  tracks of my tears.

Since I was five, I started to infer that sexist jokes were funny,
That somehow after marriage men who cheated were studs, and women who even thought of another man were sluts, whores, ....

Since I was ten, I was taught not to interact much with boys,
Suddenly my playing innocent games wi...

DARK ASH GREY
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March 7, 2016
New Delhi, India

I am ashamed of my tattered dress,
Loose threads that bellow in the wind,
My hands are quick to hold down the weathered seams,
But the shame still slither in the crevices,
My feet are bare, dotted with smears of dried blood,
I have been walking since ages,
And my  hair has become a fiery mess of tangles and complications,
Is that the much talked about light I see, at the end of the road?!
I can feel my deliverance waiting for me at the end,
but the thorn bushes weren't done with me,
They clawed at me, shredding away at the last piece of my decency,
And then there I stood,
Naked, Scarred, and...Happy?!
My hands had nothing to clutch at now,
They were free, no loose threads to be brought into ...

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February 23, 2016
New Delhi, India

Hello fellow homo-sapiens!

No flowing words today, just boring conversation...okay?! Okay.
And anyway, I won't be able to form a single rhyming sentence, so that point is moot.
Okay getting back to the one way conversation-
Has your mood ever felt like "ugh". Yes you read it right, no typos there...you just feel like "bleh", like absolutely pits in the mood scale. That's me right now. I am in my "ugh" mode and also not having written in like a mini forever doesn't help it. I just can't write, coz(yes I used coz...just let it go) I have got the dreaded " WRITER'S BLOCK"! Every time I open a blank screen to write...I go

Blank space is not a typo😔, coz that's what happens, my mind goes as blan...

STRIPE ME A LOGO
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February 16, 2016
New Delhi, India

I stare down at your freshly turned grave,
As I let go of the last handful of mud,
My eyes rain contempt at your dead name,
You rest in a deep slumber underneath,
While I am getting burned in the midst of a storm you caused,
They call me your widow, I call myself your killer
These mourners...your mourners were spitting condolences at me,
Unaware that they were mingling with the snake in their midst,
How dare you affect me even when you are dead,
I measured you up, and then I killed you darling
Yes you were the one who pulled the trigger,
But it was either you or me,
And I chose me,
After enduring a million atrocities from you I deserved to live...
So I became the imperceptible poisonous force...

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