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  • _kiran_ 5w

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    neither free verses nor any rhymes should i put into places
    to seem endearingly fit for ascertaining whether my soul has decided to abandon me.
    whatever it is that it wants,
    i find myself more and more suppressive under its haughty countenance-
    as if it were to adjudicate and pass a verdict of its own.
    so now, i can no longer feel in flesh and blood.
    my existence lies with the storms, rains, in the woods, and whatever else that is blissful and destructive.
    it must be very counterintuitive, isn't it?
    -i have several mirrors behind my face and yet they're not all the same.
    some are laughing, some are precariously murderous,
    some are voyaging, some are on the verge of collapsing.
    certainly, they're not all the same, yet all of them are nothing but apparitions from the deepest corners of my abysmal paradox.
    i am incapable of deserting them so holding onto them, i run wild in the sunshine and incinerate with them.
    i don't detest myself in presumptive numbers for being a majority of these mirrors, which are now languid shards,
    but in an exalted passion of a thousand thoughts.
    -to love myself, i have to love the hurricanes and snowflakes and the wild wind embracing my soul, the evaluator of a shagrin mind.
    although i am one body one soul,
    i'm pertinaciously scattered like pollens in the wild wind which can never be secluded.

    ~kiran��

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  • _kiran_ 6w

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    from farcical affections to despairing desire
    i burned bits of myself in the blazing fire
    if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
    i'd prefer turning to ashes from my heart's dire

    the ghosts who deride at my sweet blasphemy
    their lurking eyes never reflected any empathy
    if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
    i'd prefer some madness prior to my final sanity

    what is love, if not a delirium crafted like art?
    like sky and sea seem as one yet so far apart
    if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
    i'd prefer to be a prudent hoax before i depart

    all of my skin delineated many abysmal dreams
    it personified a lost soul as ancient as it seems
    so if oblivion were to cast itself in my little world
    i'd prefer to combust hysterically betwixt the seams

    ~kiran��

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  • _kiran_ 7w

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    withered roses were the last thing i recall
    you kept me a little longer in your embrace
    between the pages i was a lost vagabond
    while you held me firmly in your grace

    this love was beautiful but only a dream
    our hands were locked and souls intertwined
    you turned my nightmares into such a bliss
    so take my hand dear, yet again spoil my mind

    am i blossoming into a sunflower garden?
    or it's a tomb where my soul is in slumber?
    i cannot collect my pieces in all this mayhem
    when the fiercest heart is now torn asunder

    though i'm nothing but a grieving mess
    as i yearn for warmth in this hope so blind
    will you call my name and ease my chaos?
    take my hand dear, yet again spoil my mind

    ~kiran��

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  • _kiran_ 7w

    the subsiding storms whispered a name
    while i trod back to my safe place
    i turned around in ungauged despair
    and saw the destruction left no trace

    i am blurred out of visions thinking,
    why are somethings so beautiful that burn?
    i am struggling to find your heart in the way
    like a moth, to your light, i'll always return

    the storms actually don't destroy me
    i've lived a life without any sunshine
    i'm neither cold nor warm anymore
    i'm the tears that you mix in your wine

    honey, all this while i've been contemplating
    whether to rest in the soil or fly to the stars
    for i haven't been the one to love you right
    so just let me burn with the ashes of your cigar

    ~kiran��

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  • _kiran_ 8w

    from a brokenhearted who turned into an empath
    if you're reading this, you're awesome ❤️

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    dear someone,

    i know what keeps you awake at night. i know what makes you listen to those five songs on loop. i also know what troubles you from doing something for yourself. because i am pushing away my plate of food, just like you. i am avoiding interactions that'll put me into fits of anxiety, just like you. and i'm hearing my little playlist on loop, just like you. so tell me how am i any different from you? it isn't about harkening those songs. it isn't about starving yourself for days. trust me on this- these things won't liberate you from the abyss you're falling into. i've tried it and it didn't work. better late than never, however, i've realized it. i know what you need the most because i've particularly yearned for it when i was falling apart. it was empathy. and even though i've hardly received any of it, i just know how important it is for us living creatures.

    so here i am shouting out to you, i am no different from you. i am not an exception and nobody is. we've all drowned deep at some point in time. unless you suffocate and gasp for breath, you wouldn't know the importance of the urge to survive. it's okay to swim up to the surface with scars on your skin. don't ever be shameful for that. those are the ultimate proofs of your struggle. i think of my scars in this way so it doesn't hurt anymore and i'm not ashamed of them. i hope one day even you'll feel the same. i hope one day you'll be the one saying these things to the ones who are drowning. i hope one day, we'll become empaths for each other, no matter how far or near. i've come to realize the power of empathy so far so strongly that it can impede the worst. so just let time run its own accord and you keep standing your ground. time isn't always the same.

    with love,
    an empath

    ©_kiran_

  • _kiran_ 8w

    i realized my heart was plagued with grief
    and eternal yearning together at once
    i fought my battles fairly against shadows
    with struggling smiles and guns

    i felt how my soul got exposed from resisting
    all the love that traced my course
    and my fortified heart was in jeopardy
    for it became a consequence of remorse

    i was christened by the title of my last poetry
    i reckon to have left my spirit there
    i'm fighting somewhere among folklores
    that never narrated the tales of my despair

    i'm balancing on this fragile noose of joy
    where my countenance seems to freefall
    and yet all that is keeping me lucid
    is to battle the grievest shadow of them all

    ~kiran��

    -quote by Edgar Allan Poe in a letter to his mother-in-law Maria Clemm, 7th July 1849, exactly 3 months before his death on the 7th of October the same year.

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  • _kiran_ 9w

    " i have been wandering about past memory lanes where i didn't care about how endings would be. i have been conceited about a notion of love that would set me free because liberation is what it's made of, isn't it? at first it seemed like the smooth waves that passionately kissed my bleeding feet as i walked along the coastline. what i didn't see coming was that despite it, tornadoes can recur equal damage to all that is peaceful and beautiful. and so 'love' and 'melancholy' are two drops in the same sea. now it's easy for me to sense the disposition of my heart. i know it's the waves of love when i feel liberated. and i know it's melancholy when i feel tornadoes rising in my heart. nevertheless, what terrifies me the most is that even before i realise it anytime soon, love and melancholy will merge into one large ocean and wash me away from the coast. and i'll never know the mystery of whether i'm drowning in love or i'm drowning in melancholy."

    ~kiran��

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  • _kiran_ 9w

    HIRAETH- "a deep, inborn sense of yearning for a home, a feeling, a place or person that is beyond this plane of existence"

    i found myself on the highest cliff i'd ever seen
    there were two trees and a swing in between
    back and forth was the pattern all the time
    beyond the mountain peaks i could see the sunshine

    out loud to the valleys below i called your name
    the leaves rustled and mocked, said "you're insane"
    they've lived here for centuries, they must know
    lost ones are forgotten just as quickly after snow

    and yet this world feels like a puzzle void to me
    betwixt smiles and sorrows i would find thee
    so i spread my tattered wings and flew away
    hopelessly to the next high cliff before i decay

    i bellowed so hard, the leaves rustled in despair
    i swung so high, my wings hanging behind all bare
    the sun is setting now, the mountains turn dark afar
    i'll find you in this hiraeth, no matter how lost you are

    ~kiran��

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    HAPPY NEW YEAR 2021 to my Mirakee family ✨��

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  • _kiran_ 10w

    things we never imagined, or ever wished for, always make surprise entries in our lives. things, good or bad. things that are least desired. and i think that's universe's way of making us acceptable to the unwanted. what do we usually do with an inevitable situation? obviously, we make our peace with it. we contemplate, we curse, we cry. we even wish selfishly, driven by escalating emotions, don't we? however, in the end, we accept. we accept the unwanted and the inevitable. and what do we do after that? we move on. we should keep asking ourselves- can i really afford to ponder on the bad things that happened? we have our whole lives in front of us and yet we are blind. we can build our way into the future and yet we don't know where to start. well, we can at least start with self-analyzation because trust me, looking deep inside your heart and mind is the best place to start.

    ~k��

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    ... things to accept
    things to understand...


    ©_kiran_

  • _kiran_ 10w

    Plato said- "At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet"

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    i loved you despite
    all my heart's grief,
    but all you did was
    stroll over them
    until they were scattered
    like dead autumn leaves...

    ©_kiran_