#err1585

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  • reposter24 1d

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    I just wish to drink
    Elixir of harmony.
    Inside me, must settle,
    The murmur of life,
    Ah... Need a good night,
    And peaceful dreams.

  • reposter24 1w

    Perspectives

    My nights are of whiskey and cabal,
    And mornings is melon and drowsiness.
    I wish not to climb the trunks,
    But give me the rivers,
    And embedded rocks,
    So the beatings could be close to mountains.
    For my paths, doesn't wish peaks,
    But my nerves wish to beat life.
    No no, I'm not a bad one.
    The nights are inside books,
    And mornings with incomplete sleep,
    And mom's hand made melon drinks.
    © ritikapeace

  • reposter24 2w

    Sanity to Stay Insane

    Nights are made for some insanely,
    Those who can't explain really.
    Neath the stars and moons,
    They say things, precious, eternal,
    Not really compelled to reach anyone,
    For no one can really hi-fi',
    And be them.
    Few, few, very few,
    Who don't do it for being cool,
    Like most think,
    But it's just that,
    Neath stars and moons,
    Those who don't even wish like now to explain,
    They do things, which they hear,
    Not really sane.
    © Ritikapeace

  • reposter24 2w

    Bg by @albinsjodin
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    You dizzy lady,
    embrace your blues,
    keep them in your warm heart,
    dance on your feets,
    let the stars know your rhythm.
    Heat so, so those blues turn red,
    with your inner bliss, ~SMILE is yours to choose,
    let know he etch it for you. ©ritikapeace
    ~~~
    #err1585

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  • reposter24 2w

    Illustration by @sb_illustrations
    It's not like, I like being alone. 
    It's like, life gives me no other option for now other than being so. @ritikapeace #err1585

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  • ritikapeace 3w

    Amidst your broken pieces
    You still see the gore
    On the edges of your splinters,
    Which exists to tell you
    That you are great,
    With so much of feelings,
    To accept and love every being you meet.
    Don't give in.
    You are beautiful.
    You are beautifully bruised
    And you are special,
    In the world of darkness,
    You are an angel.

    ©ritikapeace

  • ritikapeace 3w

    In the hollowness
    Of the empty red heart
    Fill in the compassion
    And have the strength
    To connect everyone
    Everything
    With the vibes
    Of love.
    ©ritikapeace

  • reposter24 4w

    Endearing Brook

    No one was their.
    I was streaming alone.
    Changing the rhythms.
    Sometimes loud, sometimes low.
    Sometimes sprinklers
    Tried to touch the rocks.
    But all was cold.

    No one was their.
    I was streaming alone.
    The shiny sky,
    Gave me hope,
    Illuminating my path.
    Sometimes stream
    Tried to merge the glitters
    But all was cold.

    No one was their.
    I was streaming alone.
    I let me flow.
    I don't think it anymore.
    The vast ocean ahead.
    I must not believe it.
    Tried not to question.
    All was one!
    In depths was warm.
    But all was cold.

    ©Ritika Peace

  • reposter24 4w

    Raking Goodness

    Fierce and red
    All the hearts, shouting,
    Blasting aloud,
    Ah, my heart!
    Veins with gore, and
    Criminalised these brains,
    Cracking, creaking, breaking,
    These bones,
    Now, to call of duty!
    Ghouling and growling,
    The screams of red rains,
    Larger these waves be,
    Yeah, keep on feeding growth,
    To murders and mysteries.
    Anger, rage, anxieties,
    These are the manacles,
    Bonded are you and me,
    In this artificial, though natural world.
    Artificial... World.
    © Ritika Peace

  • reposter24 4w

    Boredom Be Like...

    Boring boring evenings
    With no one to talk to.
    Boring boring me
    With nothing to feel happy to.
    Boring boring winters
    With no one to cuddle with.
    Boring boring you
    With nothing to please with.
    Boring boring holidays
    For nowhere to visit.
    Boring boring room
    With no stuff to do.
    Aha!! I'm bored.

    © Ritika Peace

  • reposter24 4w

    Here I Start

    From where to start
    From where to end,
    I don't know how to begin,
    What to pretend?
    From the dot to lines,
    And unit to word,
    I can't say what's it about?
    From the way you speak
    To the way you stay away,
    I don't know how to repress my feelings.
    From unfulfilled to my circling chase,
    And those illusions to riddles of truth,
    I can't do anything.

    I feel engulfed by cyclones,
    By seemingly never ending storms.
    I want to breakthrough these walls,
    These tides and currents of my aspirations.
    Cleaning and building up my arms,
    Now, to fly higher,
    I'm closing away the talks.
    No more tears, no more options,
    I don't know anything,
    I can't control anymore my wings,
    It's the time to knock down everyone,
    And leave in ashes behind,
    Burning my soul,
    Reaching my fantasies,
    Connecting dots to realities.

    © Ritika

  • reposter24 4w

    Rejuvenate

    Aborning this naive life,
    Amidst arbour of abhors;
    Oh the solemn call of love,
    Affection piercing through my soul;
    On this nature's abridging
    Those sophisticated,
    Wavy ways to reach out to me and all;
    A new born, an innocent,
    Climbing these peaks now,
    From a new tide, new move,
    New wisdom,
    Renewed, flux of energy ball.

    © Ritika
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  • reposter24 5w

    When you write...

    When you write,
    Don't hurry.
    Stop and every word
    Must feel complete.
    The sentences,
    Creative and gleaming,
    The beauty
    And the emotion into which
    You want the reader to be.
    When you write,
    Don't run, stay,
    For a while,
    Crafting the canvas,
    That artists take time thinking,
    To even imagine how to draw,
    That symphonic and beautifully.
    When you write,
    Be it simple or sophisticated,
    Be it inside rules of sonnets or haiku,
    Or as freely spread as ones hearts beating ,
    So independent and affectionate,
    Be it anything,
    But when you write,
    Make it your masterpiece.

    © Ritika Peace #err1585

  • reposter24 6w

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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    I feel like a
    Flux of failure
    On the platters of well wishers.
    The deemed, the damned,
    No one's muse at all.
    For this human tendency is
    What they call, 'lol'.
    It chases that one,
    That can never be held.
    The one, too tough to love,
    To keep... The one that become,
    Heartbeat.
    Ritika #pr #err1585
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  • reposter24 6w

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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    "कायर खूब है हम,
    उनकी दिल्लगी को आंसुओं में छुपा
    निकल गए अपनी दरमिया।
    कायर खूब है हम,
    उसको तन्हा छोड़,
    इल्तिजा कर भी ना पाए,
    उसके बोलने के बाद भी।
    कायर खूब है हम..."

    ©Ritika #pr #err1585
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  • reposter24 6w

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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    "Catch my breath
    Was the night lame,
    Singing the Dorothy's mumblings,
    Was the casket of my nerves
    Numbing and unfaithful curves.
    Love.
    Catch my breath
    Was the night lame.
    Love.
    Catch my breath.
    Was the night lame.
    Gulp it all in one."
    Ritika #pr #err1585
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  • reposter24 6w

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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    "One page and I'm done.
    And then I have pen,
    And my heart,
    Hundred pages, yet,
    Still they are less!"

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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  • reposter24 6w

    Ritika #pr #err1585
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    "Precisely,
    I talk, you listen,
    Or,
    You talk, I listen.
    That's it
    Over."
    Ritika #pr #err1585
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