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Based in India 📍 A girl in her late teens who loves to write,reads a lot,make craft works, I occassionally sing and make sketches as well

Live like a flower

Recurring rejuvenation on momma’s face
To watch me bloom in her dahlia
Dew drops hanging on me precariously
Meets a departure as sun hungs straight up
In the azure sky oozing me warmth
Butterflies reaching all over me
And I become cynosure of serendipity
Which metaphors could never express
My stem moving on the rhythm of zephyr
carrying me a benevolent touch of faith
and dreams flutters around as a fragrance
interpreting the rhapsody of
inexplicable boundaries between time, space and beauty
 
//Momma told me back in those halcyon days hopes breathed and miracles survived//

Flowers truly teach us bunch of lessons

  • Pleasure is always followed by pain (Thrones and delicate petals)
  • Be kind. The more you give it enriches your soul. (Butterflies and honey bees feeding on them and eventually let new ones to grow by pollination)
  • Real beauty never needs cover. You are loveliest when you be yourself.(The colours, texture and fragrance of every flower is different but they don’t tend to change them; that’s what makes them perfect)
  • Everything takes time trust the journey with hopefulness (The bright blooming flower was someday a seed in soil with time it let grew stems,buds and slowly a flower in your Tiara)
  • Death is inevitable. So live every second of your life happily and do something that you become a good example for other.(Flowers are never dead their essence is eternal in aura)

Tenderness, Acceptance and Perfection

Live like a flower dried but never dead.

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Forgiveness

Veiled with clouds stars stood lonely
Staring at me and I stared them too
With deserted eyes and lost conscience
My heart kept getting heavier
Of the debt I never repaid
Tears that do not rolled down
Rather dried on my face
Ashamed for felonies
I longed for death to embrace me
for their is no forgiveness
To my dready soul
Angel carried me in her wings
To the coffin drapped with lilies
Buried in the earthly essence
On the shores of serene sea
Washing off the false contemplations
That sprouted on my palms
Stained with blood of agony
And my eternally closed eyes
whriled around universe
That forgives me, forgives all my crimes
bringing me to the greatest
Attribute of life
Humanity nestled in my arms
Soul rejoiced with mercy
I received in abode.

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Sunshine

I always wanted to get closer to you just to let my wound heal under your glossy sunshine. But little did I knew to hold sunshine in my tender palms I have to wander among insecurities; behold my worst fears with aftertaste of acrid heartbreak on my lips; I have to shield myself with the thorns that grow among the wildflowers and let my skin breathe through suffocating nights.
Only after this there peep a slight ray of sun from the horizon blushing my curious smile and scars with soothes of reassurance. Fear has calmness that blooms in the most uncertain blend of art and imperfections disclosing the secret of this gracious land that carries a ecstacy to survive and ambition to never give up. After all you made me believe every shade has enormous strength to paint trails to infinity.This is how I learned to caress the void in me assuming to be a pulchritudinous flower with aromatic petals glancing straight towards you every morning.

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Learn To Respect Difference

There are different species of plants in my garden but not all of them let flowers bloom. Some had grown taller than my dad rest have stunted upto my knees. Sturdy,stiff or creepy there are lots of variations.Looking at them I often wonder the universe has only single source of strength that maintains growth of entire creatures on this planet; then why growth differs from one plant to other? Yesterday I was just introspecting gazing at the maple tree and I got the answer
Even though the energy is same; capacity to consume is different. The sun is just one flourishing its rays on the Earth every creature living here cannot use it in same amount. There potential to absorb,generate,destroy and decompose is different. These provide them varied anatomy and this where beauty dwells,in diversity isn’t it?
We often trouble ourselves saying if he/she could easily cope with this distress why can’t I? This interrogation is profound because yes inevitably we all are humans with equal organs and alike senses. But music everyone feels it differently. For swhen we reflect back to ourselves more consciously this question becomes irrelevant because even though our physical appearance is same our inner strength has huge difference,our mind composition and approach of every individual varies.
For instance when a group of people listen to the sameome the silent music could be a medium of peace,for some it may symbolise departure or for some it could be a secret romanticism with beloved.
What I basically mean is everyone is different in one way of other; respecting this difference makes us stronger and unique. Let your growth not be your growth alone but a fount of learning for millions. EVOLUTION IS PROCESS AND PROCESS IS THE ESSENCE OF BEAUTY.

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Let me

Let me walk through the lilies of your heart where you have dissemble all your lesions and pain.

Let me just pluck out all those blue flowers of your dahlia and adore my wall with cologne of your melancholic verses.

Let me merge my lipid fingers with the graveyard corners of yours so that I could sow a seed of belief of being alive again.

Let me hold you closest to my arms; grab giltters of necklace and rewrite the incomplete stories inscripting stars in your eyes.

Let me strech all the haikus I wrote for you last night into the sumptuous Limericks so that you could feel my rhymes of faith when the next morning you walk all alone.

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The night

The pink sky with wavering clouds once kissed me exuberantly.But now every time I glance towards it I feel void in me exploding leaving me in overused state.Every song on my playlist reminds me of you; it inflicts me and I turn it off before it starts playing the song that you sang for me when we met for the first time on the fifth street. I fear that listening to the same song may carry me to old times, the same old world which is now colourless. I remember it was once showered with beliefs, the iridescence of spellbound symphonies,the cuddle under the sheets and the Serene waves of the sea shore on our feets adding firmness to our love. Every time I think of this I smile with pendulous tears in my eyes.
Now all I have is the insipid world.I feel cursed. I live in disgust just to know why my soul is getting heavier and heavier everyday, every moment.
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Paper Hearts

Believing you was like searching trails of stars that entangled themselves in constellations of twilight sky.
Your vivid blue eyes were the oceans of all the thoughts I had someday drowned inside and then tied them into the strings with one end in your tender plams and the next one embroidered on my heart beats.Every word you uttered reached to me as a melody which stays timeless on my lips on my lips. I kept learning how to really sense rhythm in your breaths and move my feets towards you from miles away. I kept summarising your definition in a different language which became oblivion for everyone; but to you it was straight call asking my secrets to be embraced in your arms.

When music kept fading, crowds kept vanishing; my muse emerged to you as a promising kiss over your scars that travellers stabbed on your back.
In  snowbound December my heart soaked with blues lost its dimensions and the sonnets you icicled on the strings kept slacking it; bringing us closer to each other. When my heart could not beat any more, when my soul could not be recognised anymore, it choose to mingle with you.

I died for you and little bit in you reciting all those poems you wrote over me.You could hear me and feel me as ebullient butterflies in your belly.You kept discovering me all over you which eventually offered me rebirth.This time I choose to spent my entire life within you.Instead to being a sinner I choose to dwell in your sacred soul and I learned what it’s like to be

pure,compassionate and loyal.
Being you I realised blues are not always grief;sometimes it is the medium making us inextricable.Beyond the boundaries of black and white we are just one. ‘A Solitude Soul’.
After all you were a poet with folksy blues and I had paper heart.

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Let’s Start spreading love

Heavy rains of misunderstandings put you apart from each other. And you both cried. Somedays you sobbed under the shower; some nights your trepidation encumbered the pillow with tears.

Days and months passed and slowly you understood those cold nights of misunderstandings were never enough to replace your warm cuddle of selflessness.
Don’t regret, don’t wait for her to come to you, she might be afraid of this world,she is shy. Reach to her as soon as you can. Embrace her, don’t let the passage of time take away a precious part of you away from you like those beautiful dreams that the dreadful nights has stolen from you leaving a heavy kiss of insecurities on your lips..you are tasting this every moment, every second this is sucking you.
She loves you and feel blessed to have her in your life because not everyone get showers of eternal care on their arms. Look around Some are dying every moment with the jerks of explosive saudade.


It’s not about Apologizes, neither it is about self respect. It is about the petrichor of realisations that furious downpour of departure has left in your chaotic soul.
Don’t force her to share miseries with you if she don’t want to do so. Let her grieve but insure her to feel that you are there where she needs you.


We all are fighting, suffering hard with grisly hallucination but the difference lies in the way we let others perceive us. The best way to heal yourself is to let your soul be adobe of solace for others. Nothing could be more prestigious than letting your tear carve someone’s smile. Let the string of your metaphors be a rhyme in someone’s poetry.

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