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I shall ornate myself with every season's drape,�� And incense my periphery wearing earth's living aroma��

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  • chitra_p 6w

    Salty summer

    The wetness, the saltiness, 
    The sweat soaked hair,
    Unapologetically a gaze
    Saucy and drooled
    Runs towards
    The moisture beneath the veil.


    The look, the approach,
    The touch, the shudder.
    A thrill, an adventure
    An infatuation uncultured.
    Runs through the veins
    A taste that tastes like the wild
    Let loose by a ruthless summer.


    Summer sun, summer rain,
    With somersault of senses
    A summer dripped with longer nights
    Lingers on and on of smell- 
    Petrichor and lilies,
    Desires and feasts...

    Nearby, smell of woods, raw, drenched and damp
    Cover the scents emanating with heat.


    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 36w

    I have words, hidden deep
    Faceless and coward-
    Consequences of being me.
    Now and then they prick me from within, though,
    Moulding me further into myself.
    As they breathe in some fresh batch of air
    And release the pungent and expired.

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 43w

    I wonder which kind of me I would be,
    Without this often lost mind of mine?
    I probably won't be this crazy
    Also not this opportune
    To touch those unsettled stigma
    Feel those icy cold relinquished dreams
    Pen those in letters cracking its numbness
    Spilling out the yolk of absurd meaningfulness.

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 43w

    Shade by the Shadow

    Suddenly I realized
    I am more attracted to the crescent moon.
    Actually,
    Not the crescent but the mysterious dark sphere entwined with it.

    Like a ring the crescent dangles from an obvious infinitum, outshining all stars
    I happened to wander off from the glowing stone to the band that holds it firm
    And I could not stop wondering what blindfolded my imagination.

    Drowned invisible like an iceberg underneath the ocean,
    It drowns invisible in the night's sky wearing that luminous crescent cap.

    The secrecy it holds,
    The fantasy it binds,
    Throws a magnetic charm that happens to calm my chaotic mind.

    It looks like a door, an entrance to the realm of all possible impossibilities.

    It bestows my eyes a magical spade to dig deep into the shadowland and unearth my portion of the elixir.

    It ushers me into a world where all unacknowledged gems conspires to stand all odds.

    It fosters the depth, the relentless rendering of a diminished soul.

    It is a safe haven for the tarnished heart, eclipsed for a phase.

    This mystic shadowy bowl, waning and waxing, like the pumping of a heart, has infinite ways of endearment.

    It is the unacknowledged cave that leads to a myriad strands that yarns into a tale where the visitor is the towering protagonist.

    CHITRA
    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 45w

    I see your eyes gazing at me,
    Earnestly,
    Searching with fear,
    Unfulfillment,
    If I have any.
    Love,
    If I lack any.
    Gazing back,
    My heart cheers with joy
    Arching a contentful smile.

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 45w

    There should be no room for grudges in our life where every moment is so fleeting��
    #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #image

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    What grudge are you holding when you know that life can be so mean and unforgiving that it can snatch away your light in a second and being in a minute?

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 46w

    What if the sky falls apart
    And I go down with it
    Will you collect the scattered me
    And put a fire on it ?
    The rotten me may cause you more harm
    Poisoning the air you breathe

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 46w

    ~a nest~

    As the night approaches swift
    I started weaving the nest for a sleep
    I would want my dream to nestle in warm
    To throb not with the rhythm of my heart beat

    I shall ask the wind to go by gentle
    The dim light beside me to last the night
    I hope I will not be awakened by thunder
    Or disturbed by the croaking frogs

    I shall weave the nest with some strokes of sparkles
    Over the gay amalgam of rainbowed straws
    Surrounded with candies and popsicles
    To colour and sweeten my stay.

    I would not mind if the fireflies
    Somehow gets into my chamber and lull me to sleep
    Or twinkle like the stars and guide me
    Through the unknown lane of my dreamland

    I know the mysterious night would feed me enough
    Strengthening me to venture brave
    Convert bitter and dark to sweet and glittery
    And who knows my dreams might come true

    *********Chitra Pegu ***********

    #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork

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    I know the mysterious night would feed me enough
    Strengthening me to venture brave
    Convert bitter and dark to sweet and glittery
    And who knows my dreams might come true

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 46w

    Your touch rippled my senses
    Left me baffled, craving for more
    Edged my guilt inches more than end
    Love the way it echoed through my veins
    Feeding me a colossal sensation, intoxicating without intoxication.

    ©chitra_p

  • chitra_p 46w

    B r e e z e

    Kissing
    Touching
    Caressing
    Daring robes
    Tickling slum
    Uncurling locks
    Uplifting moods
    Disentangling thoughts
    Mending Refreshing Cleansing
    Soul

    ©chitra_p