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Haunted
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I miss you like the road that leads home,
And old Grief,
She whispers in my ears and looks at me with her bloodshot eyes,
How long can I pretend that I didn't kill the only thing keeping me alive?
Wake wake up the earth is burning,
My love my love,
Come see the ashes drown with me.
Oh despair, great despair،
Why did I make you leave?
I feel the volcanoes erupting,
It's the end perhaps.
My love Oh love,
Come, come to the hill,
We are the last one remaining, don't you see?
Oh hurt, oh hurt,
Why was it me?
I see him in places you wouldn't believe
My love, my love,
Come lay down with me,
Come come to the ocean,
Let's see it burn as we be.
@theloudestwomanyoulleversee
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Hurt comes personified as him...
A cold air, a winter morning, A desire, a mourning, A shiver that freezes you to death, A flame that suffocates your breath. Hurt comes personified as him, The bright moon turning ever so dim, What is he? What does he mean to me? A dark soul, perhaps he is soul less A frightened person, so fearless… A wrath at the heart of a dying star, So close, but so far. Do I dare to look into his eyes? A gust of indifference, What will I see, if I am bold enough? What will he show me, if he is tired enough? Will he still be the end of me? Will he make me what I dare not be? Will I surrender to his lifeless, numb face? Will he burn us into a blaze? He’s a desire, but he is my mourning, How can he never stop running? His silver blonde hair sticking to his shoulders, Would he have been more brutal if he were kinder?
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Valentine's
There's love all around...
It's finally that week of the year when you celebrate your love and there's no one to judge how many flowers you buy. It's the time when a Rs. 30 rose is sold at 70 and all the love stricken fools buy bunches of it. Why shouldn't it be so, it's the reign of roses after all right? Also, who are they to blame, that's what love is... Random acts of foolishness
The shops are red and sparkles, Instagram is filled with "DIY gift ideas for your lovers"... Oh valentine, be mine.
Reservations are made, chances are taken, "maybe this year after all she'll say yes"...
Letters are written, amateur poets try their best to pierce words together, guys who have never been to Sarojini, try to figure out which झुमका is the best among all, guys who don't know the difference between red and pink try to find a "relentlessly red" shade of lipgloss. Old lovers recall old stories, gathering new memories at the same चाय का ठेला.
Chocolates are bought, experiments are done with the same cookie ingredients.
Secrets are stolen, rendezvous are hidden.
Smiles are shared, hearts are given at stake, lovers are won.
Love is loved and felt and celebrated.
By @its-ener
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The month of love...
The wind dances a little differently today,
The trees blush to the rhythm of the lovebirds singing,
The air brush passed playing with the little smile I have on my face,
My red dress flutters in the golden warmth of a half hidden sun.
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Life's moving at a fast pace, to be precise, 800 km/h, and in that one hour time where everyone's forced to wait, to stop, to sit... there's still so much happening around. Meetings on laptops, negotiations over the phone call, video chats, headphones, coffees, vending machines and amidst all this chaos there's a voice... "haan beta, I'll be home soon". Home... it feels like such a faded word when everyone's rushing back to their offices, their colleges, their rendezvous.
There's also an old couple going on their second honeymoon. A wife is scolding her husband because he forgot to book the cab for their trip and the husband is making up for it by booking a table at (what seems like) an exquisite restaurant.
The noise of the dragged wheels of a trolley interrupts my chain of thoughts. Here's a guy wearing a black trench coat hoping to be someone's "airport crush" and finally, there's a pop of colour, pink roses with another flower whose name I'm unaware of, carried by a guy with lipstick stains on his cheeks. And as I wonder what his story would be, I'm distracted by the announcement of my flight. Let me just call mom and tell her I'll be home soon,it'll be fast, to be precise at 800 km/hr.
By @its-ener
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Guys, you all remember Call Me By Your Name?
The movie based on the book by the same name, written by Andre Aciman.
I saw the movie a few years back and I don't think I've moved on from it. I think that's the closest I ever got to feeling "love". So, here's a little something...
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Call me by your name
somewhere in northern italy in the mid 80s i chose the best person i'd known the light of my eyes and the light of my world "who is not written for one instrument alone" you spoke, you told me i knew more than anyone else you'd met in the town words were our most powerful weapon i could listen to you speak all day long an inexhaustible source of power and magic something so beautiful and something so tragic for was "it better to speak or to die?" i still dont know but i couldn't stand that silence anymore now you've left me alone when i needed you the most... the weapons have turned into rust my words, so futile as if they're lost in the dust now i don't wanna feel something i obviously did, i wanna feel nothing so i don't feel anything but i know i had never felt more freer or safer with anyone before a part of me is now yours forevermore but there's nothing i can do to patch my heart or to make you stay to make you come back from the train that left for Rome, the train that left me stranded alone nothing had changed, nothing was the same it is just you left after you came you stepped out of the car into my life all i wanted was your gaze for a while but as you sat in the train and waved the last good bye i realised it was the last time you were mine the last night with us together the last night with you as my Elio and I as your Oliver still wondering why we wasted so many days because we happened to have everything but time so just once more, please... call me by your name and i'll call you by mine.
By @its-ener and @theloudestwomanyoulleversee
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Blurry Nights
It's foggy today, I think I know how the night sky feels Its emotions, as blurry as my vision is right now, Yeah I've got tears running down. My fingers shiver like that old man lying on the footpath, The night is cruel to him, I look outside and there's nothing I see, Just a world wrapped around in "what could be". The road's silent to the point that it feels numb, Soaked in dew, my heart is dumb, It hopes to catch the glimpse of the moon for one last time, While the sky's drenching its sorrows in a cold glass of white wine. The hours pass but it's all as desolate as hope could ever be, The clock strikes 3:33, The morning came, but it passed in a hurry, And the night still remains blurry.
By @its-ener
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Lucky For Love
I guess I'm lucky for love, Not lucky in love though, It's weird, and honestly I don't know how to explain, All I know is that I should've gotten used to the pain. I like you, you like her, My whole life I've just hoped to be heather, And when I meet someone who makes me feel seen, He keeps asking how she's been...? Had it been one, it would've been fine, But hey, how come you're Mr. Nine How come I'm not used to, Matchmaking guys I'm attached to. But with you it felt different, Or maybe it was just me being ignorant? I've seen this film before, I should have known the ending, But look at me now, sitting in my bed, crying. In my defence, I'm not the girl you fall in love with, I'm the girl you go to when you're in love. I'm the girl, who helps you stay in love... 'Cause I know how rare it would be to have you, And I know I don't hate her, she's such an angel, And just so I don't feel stupid, I guess I'll say I'm Cupid...
By @its-ener
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Happy New Year!
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You're pretty...
You're pretty, Not like the lights dangling down the old branches of a Christmas tree, But like that little pine cone covered in tiny snowflakes. You're soft, Not like the stockings that we hung on the wall, But like that matching sweater that grandma knit for us all. You're warm Not like the fireplace in an old hallway, But like that half roasted marshmallow in a cup of hot chocolate. You're kind, Not like the Prince in the Christmas movies, But like that guy best friend that hides behind the main lead. You're calm, Not like the carol singers in perfect harmony, But like the still red wine in my glass. You're beautiful, But not like those Christmas decorations we bought from the malls, But like the kid who patiently waits for his Santa Claus. You're love, But not like those golden gift wrappers or ribbons, Like the holly that I can hold in my arms. You're hope, But not like that Christmas star, that shines so bright and so far, You're hope, like winter itself.
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First Choice
I'm not the girl you fall in love with I'm the girl you go to when you're in love "Oh but tell me will she like this?" "Do you know if girls like red?" And then I tell you to write her a letter, Cover it with love and seal it with a flower, And give it to her, With that million-dollar smile of yours The one that I fell for. I'd look at you looking at her, Your heather... I'll always be the "go to girl" and the best friend, But never the "girlfriend", I'll be cute enough to exist, But never beautiful enough to be sought for... But it's alright, I'll buy me an extra flower I'll struggle in my heels, I'll carry my bag I don't want you to be troubled, I'm independent after all, I won't get an extended hand to help me get up after I fall. I'll be the one who walks behind when there isn't space on the sidewalk, And soon you'll be distanced. When you take orders for lunch, I'll be the one you forget Cause I've always been the one who's neglected, But don't worry, I'll manage, Cause after all, I'm independent. I'm the one whose messages get ignored Cause your priority is to reply to her on our common group, It's alright, I wasn't meant to be the first choice, So, take your time… But is it too much to ask for? How does it feel to be the first choice? The kind where one waits for you with no conditions attached, The kind where you say, “I was planning to go, but I’ll stay anyway”, Would it be a little different if I do just a little extra? What if I get gifts unasked for? Could I ever be loved more? She walks by, you follow her, Midway during our conversation, I disappear, You can’t let her go home alone, it’s not safe, I know But never mind, I will walk on my own, I’m independent, in case that wasn’t already known.
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Okay, so I was buying flowers for myself, when I saw this guy at the shop, he was on a video call with someone, bewildered, excited, happy and after every two seconds he just went, "will she like it", "will red be too obvious", "should I buy the white ones", "ohhh she loves yellow, lemme add a yellow", and the other guy on the call was just "dude relax, she's gonna love it, you also need to show up on time na"
Then he blushed, bought the flowers and went. (He bought white and yellow, in case you're wondering) and I just stood there smiling (and also creepily eavesdropping)
BUT IT WAS SO CUTE AHHHHHHH.
Hope you buy flowers for someone like that one day 😁
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It's autumn, that means it'll be Christmas soon, it'll be winters, the wind will turn just a little cold and then a little too cold, and you'll hug your blankets just a little tighter, you'll re-drink coffee, the leaves will fall of the trees just a little more, you'll miss someone just a little more, the moon would soothe you a little more, you'll sleep in just a little more, you'll put on just a little more clothes than you used to, you'll listen to sweater weather just a little more.
You'll live, you'll love... a little more.
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Hi,
So you know how your teachers taught you the subject matter and some life lessons and some taught you how to NOT teach and then you had your parents, your family, your loved ones teaching you how to take care, how to survive and how to love. And how you had that one person who in some ways taught you how NOT to love?
That one friend who taught you how you can mix curd with chow mein and made you realise that cheesecakes are actually not that bad? How Wikipedia and ChatGPT saved your assignments?
How people taught you to smile, to cry and how it's important to cry.
So, to anyone and everyone who's taught me how to be, a very happy teacher's day.
Here's to keep learning and unlearning and re-learning.
-with love and hope.
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"Happily we bask in this warm September sun, which illuminates all creatures."
-Henry David Thoreau
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"…there is a clarity about September. On clear days, the sun seems brighter, the sky more blue, the white clouds take on marvelous shapes; the moon is a wonderful apparition, rising gold, cooling to silver; and the stars are so big. The September storms…are exhilarating…"
-Faith Baldwin
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If you love me, tell me everything about yourself, and if I love you, I'll hear them all.
Tell me what songs you listen to, tell me what kept you up at night, tell me what makes you happy, tell me why you're sad.
I dare you to tell me the tiniest, stupidest things, how your place had a power cut, how you forgot to put your phone on charge, you saw a cool advertisement on TV, you cooked food.
Text me at 3 and tell me you wanna have maggi. Or you're sleepy but you don't wanna sleep, how you're waiting for the next episode of the show you're watching, how you saw a flower fallen on the road.Tell me that your pen's ink finished midway in class today.
Tell me whatever comes to your mind, your heart and then say, "okay, I'll tell you the rest tomorrow"
Don't restrain yourself, don't be hesitant. Tell me and I'll listen, with all my love for you.
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