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  • arya_ballal 2d

    Hope you all have a good day/night��

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    When you've been through enough already,
    That you don't fear fears anymore......

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    KALOPSIA
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    When the lavender fields bloomed in the first winter,
    The mystic fragrance covered landscapes high,
    That was the moment I saw your smile,
    That's how I fell in love with you,
    When the windy air flourished in blue,
    And all the butterflies started a search for something sweeter,

    You can open my heart and find yourself nonchalantly breathing,
    In my mind and even in my veins,
    Your reflections in my eyes are clearer than the rains,
    Flowing across the depths of my flesh, a beauty deeper than the skin,
    Your gaze becomes the melody in my ears, a battle for the win,
    Sleeping on my shoulders, I see our fifteen years pass by as our dreams start weaving....
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    Rhyming scheme- a, b, b, c, c, a

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    You're my kalopsia,
    Because whenever I see you, I get more and more hallucinated by your beauty by just seeing the way you are

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  • arya_ballal 1w

    HALCYON
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    A plethora of stars glistening in the sky,
    Exquisite moonlight shining so high,
    Almost made my solitude turn into esctacies,
    The feeling of melancholy fades away like a tide,
    Earphones in my ears, tears in my eyes,
    How jubilant sonnets can silence my cries,
    Slowly as sorrow is replaced by symphonies,
    I cry tears of joy even in the peril of life,
    The sky above me but nobody by my side,
    Probably don't need one to explore my shine,
    Songs in my ears, silence in my heart,
    Gone are the days of solitude, as halcyon melodies become my part......
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    UKIYO
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    Rivers gushing through the stones silently,
    Would they be cutting rocks so easily,
    If they were to think about their failed attempts,
    Or worry about the future uncertainties;
    Like the meadow blooming daffodils annually,
    Oh how spirited they must be,
    If they had to think about last year's floods,
    And still manage to bloom in a tyranny;
    Does the tiger know that its alone on the earth,
    And probably would die till the next year's birth,
    Still manages to survive in the wild in a vulnerable state,
    Without a home, food, or even the consciousness of its fate;
    Living in falied memories,
    Is as bad as thinking about future failures,
    Ruling out various possibilities,
    Probably that would make your future better;
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    Try living in the present sometimes,
    Its a present opening up surprises for you......

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  • arya_ballal 1w

    I added the last line, for the fear that I might bring tears in your eyes. Atleast I brought a smile. Hope you like it.❤

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    "One day I will leave my 6 flowers and a million butterflies"

    - Kim Seokjin

    "I think you are living in a bubble. Unbeliebubble"

    -also Kim Seokjin

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    || A completely fictional story||

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    I remember sitting on my sofa with the TV on, when I heard a loud thud from the kitchen. It was my mom throwing tantrums again. She is all happy and chill when she wakes up, but by the middle of the day she becomes vulnerable even to the slightest changes around her. I have no explanation for her behaviour whatsoever.
    She started slamming utensils on the table while doing her chores rather furiously. I was waiting when she would yell out my name out of nowhere, as if one of my darkest secrets were discovered, and upon asking the reason of calling she would answer, "This is NOT the place to keep the spoons. Spoons go here, and forks go THERE". Stressing on the word "there" as if it was a place in heaven for the poor little forks.
    Her anger tensing up every time I do a movement in that room, I had to get out of the house as soon as possible. Oh, I forgot to tell you that I work at a restaurant, which, considering Indian roads, is obviously far from the house. I have to walk through the small lanes untill I reach the main road, from which I take up any public transport facility feasible at the moment. I took a cab which was almost 15 minutes late, and reached the place 30 minutes late. Equations don't add up, do they?! Lest, there was heavy afternoon traffic on the main road.
    Upon reaching the restaurant (called "The Spice"), I did an anonymous discovery which would probably change the future generations as well as the world for the better. I discovered that half of the place was empty. I should be getting noble price for this discovery, as it just made my day a whole lot better.

    Upon entering the kitchen and greeting my friends, I tidied up and put on my apron for the day. I started with the lists that were already on the line. Half way through, I thought of glancing out the window to have a look at the amount of customers, where I saw something that shocked me to my core. My father, was sitting on a table, holding hands with another lady..............



    (To be continued..)
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  • arya_ballal 1w

    Unanswered call

    Silence on the phone when I called you last time;
    A sheer feeling of dissent crept through my mind;
    Where did our misunderstanding led us that night;
    I was left broken like an unanswered call in a solemn chime;

    I screamed your name from my heart;
    Untill all of my conscious ripped me apart;
    I saw that there is nobody entering from those gates that were once open;
    I was left silenced like an unanswered call in a tune of Mozart......

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  • arya_ballal 1w

    You don't have to steal the stars,
    Bring the moon,
    Or fight with the devil for me

    If you can make me smile through my pain,
    I will be more than happy

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  • arya_ballal 1w

    A dew was once held captive by my window pane;
    It struggled to just land to the ground sliding in vain;
    It reached the end of its journey with enormous pain;
    And met another one like it who went through the same;
    They became closer as time passed by;
    And ultimately became one and filled their empty stain;
    They were enjoying each others company when suddenly came the rain;
    And merged them along with other dews to flow through a dusty lane,
    Lanes were cleared and so was the windy rain,
    But they were nowhere to be found as if the cloudy sky took them,
    I sat there wondering when will I see them again,
    At the same moment I saw another dew on my window pain,
    And the story will continue till the next rain........

    #dew#wod#rain
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    A dew once crying in pain,
    Met another one with stories just the same

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  • arya_ballal 1w

    I was constantly taught;
    To hide all my tears as they were just fake cries;
    To become stronger than I could;
    Just to earn the label of a "man",yet becoming weaker than the lies;
    I was constantly taught;
    To man up before the sun rise;
    To get a job with profits even if the passion within me dies;
    If I don't beat up the boys who teased me;
    I am not "manly" enough to be called a man;
    If I try to wear make up like women around me;
    I am not real enough to be called a man;
    And when I got cheated on by my girlfriend;
    I was not a man because I cried;
    And when I was labelled as a cheater by my fake friend;
    I was looked down upon by numerous eyes;
    But I didn't do anything wrong to prove myself right;
    I didn't hurt anyone in my entire life;
    Still I am not "manly" enough to be called a man;
    And not "real" enough to protect myself if I can;
    I am a cheater as I was labelled by my friend;
    I am a sinner if I show a mirror to fake women,
    But inside all of this,
    I am just a human,
    A human with a heart, a human who is still a man

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    I might not understand all the problems that you guys face, but I tried to tell you that your problems should not be hidden anymore. I tried to see the problems that men around me face, so please ignore if I miss out on anything. Hope you will like it

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    I am a human who cries;
    With my torture becoming tears in my eyes

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