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  • depthofvoice 20w

    Rejection
    Self doubt
    they have accompanied me in the travel,
    Loss of Hope is what I felt.
    Advertisement revealing what called fairness a Highness!
    Self doubt prevailed in my usual thoughts, making me wonder I am nowhere near to the fair angels dropped from Heaven.
    Rejection is what I felt, when someone wanted a fair perosn to perform the classical.
    Dresses I choose between only those colours to make myself admirable to everyone.
    More dowry he demands because he is marrying a dusky lady fear his child may born with dark skins.
    Sin you called, I try tear my skin,
    And you tell I'm a hell of murkiness,
    Love you stop because your friends laugh on your face,
    Science you forget, overwhelmed by foolishness.

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  • depthofvoice 20w

    Our lives are fallen leaves on the ground, the same old decaying matter. Some are stomped into the heavenly earth others blow with the tiny zephyrs reaching the predetermined destiny. Deliberate life I was, floated and travelled miles to reach here. I often enjoy residing between the stars, gently placing my head on the floating clouds, i feel like travelling places. Everyday my journey in the midway halts at this place which called my home once, now a forlorn place for him. I peek through the clouds and observe my son coping up to live every single day. Everyday is same for him, looking at the sky with bundle of hope and begging for my return. Today I have decided to make my words reach him and my infinite love to be felt by him. I hushed to the constellations to drop down to the earth and they did what I have said. Breezing winds are carrying these bits of stardust to land up on the murky earth. They are born as a letter of pure love to address his reason of existence.

    They started to convey what my heart spoke:
    Dear Son,
    Hope is as good as death. My death should inculcate hope and fill you with positivity. Physically my present can’t be felt that doesn't mean that I can't hear your woes in sleep.
    I have noticed how well you dilute those flowing tears into the eyes and fake a smile. I know how many times you got those bruises painted all over the body. But I am a proud mother, my child. Just look at my boy in the mirror who once argued that he was some unique creation of God. You are, my dear.
    The world is never a better place but you have acquired enough potential to build the empire you want. All it needs is consistent hope and determination. No one is permanent in this world, dear. We, the formations of star dust will definitely ruin into degraded parts someday. And that someday can be anyday. I want you to learn yourself which will meticulously help you to discover yourself. Love yourself my dear, Self Love is the forte of survival. Respect each other and live with what you have. Don't expect a miracle indeed you should be a miracle for many. Your life should be a root to the hopes of many. Tackle problems with all yourself, never move back. Hardwork pays off my child. Those memories are stars and they will guide you to your destiny. Follow Omens.

    I finished last part almost with heavy heart. Souls do carry hearts but I have left it behind this house. Now it's time for my departure. I collected those stars back and they blinked at me. Sometimes miracles do happen. Never ever I have looked back.

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    A letter
    From
    Heaven
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  • depthofvoice 23w

    You feel alive somewhere
    Locked with the unknown creatures
    Noises seeped into the cracks
    Silently build up together,
    Looking for the invasion.
    Feelings and emotions run you
    Oblivion hypothesis
    You go through,
    Your deliberate talks are traps
    To hold you, and manipulate,
    Pierced through the skull
    Not a drop to bleed only pain to feel,
    Suffocating breathes, aches are cakes
    What they feed you every Night,
    Believe and obey
    You do, they make you do.
    A slave you are tied within yourself,
    We don't rebel.

    LB

  • depthofvoice 23w

    Broken wings
    Exhausted
    I fallen on the ground
    Completely merging into the subtle soils,
    I looked at the developing sky
    As the sun invaded the whole
    Ruining the placed patterns of the night,
    I gone once again to return in those
    Mornings,
    I penetrate into the soil only to rise in the hues of Tomorrow
    Eccentric I'm not,
    A piece of belief I'm,
    Death and Born is my usual.

    Lalitha Banala

  • depthofvoice 24w

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  • depthofvoice 29w

    My Hopes are Strong
    As they make myself to do all I can
    My Dreams are Big
    As they build the ways to gain my pace
    My Wishes are Ultimate
    As they burn my soul to sow the thoughts
    My Tears are Shallow
    As they seep into the voids carving my wounds
    My Fears are High
    As they push myself breaking the limits I bound to
    My Dreams are hopes,
    My wishes are hopes,
    My Tears are hopes,
    My Fears are hopes
    I am a Hope raising through the dark Night, bursting the shells of Past
    I am a Hope flying through the mask of clouds enveloping in the winds of Tomorrow.

  • depthofvoice 31w

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  • depthofvoice 31w

    Feel like we are broken somewhere
    Truth is we belong to unknown,
    Rituals ended, Skies gasped
    Words remain specially baked
    In our hearts, didn't get served.

    Smiles cracked through the studded
    Walls, broken fears invited us
    To the real journey of Life.

    Fights and cries, mumbled in our way
    Neither we care tiny voice of others,
    Ego couldn't stand our blossoming Love.

    Scars belong to us, Define what we are,
    Our journey is destined beyond Galaxies
    Our Love twinkled in the darkest ways,
    Holding our hands together,
    Hearing our beats pronounce at once
    I mumbled him,
    I Love you Husband.

    Lalitha Banala

  • depthofvoice 32w

    Waves carrying me forward
    Feet flowing to the course,
    Slender beams seen through
    Stretching waves apart.
    Memories germinating like weeds
    Green and Damped.
    The Staunch admirer, O sea!
    You showed even discarded,
    Fearful lies once he said,
    You Crafted how venomously
    He played,
    You Drafted how lonely I stood
    There with chunk of
    Emotionless Shank.

    Lalitha Banala