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  • eurus 5d

    @_rainfrost_ thank you so much for this beautiful challenge, Potterhead. ♡

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    I'm standing on the shore, with my forehead burning with the light of eclipsing sun. And the tides which are emptying sand beneath my feet, are making me realise how everything affects everything. Time is relative, and so are feelings, eventually they slip away like an evanescing dream, leaving us wanting more.

    A soft breeze catches me off guard and all my thoughts scatter, just like that. I wonder if the sky ever tried collecting back its stars but let go, for it realised there's more beauty in growing apart than to hold on to something and keep it from shining.
    I lay down on the caramel sand, this time without worrying about my favourite sundress or my messy hair. As the waves hit my feet rhythmically, I can't help but think about the song that I always skipped but couldn't ever delete. Our hearts hold onto things that are meant to be temporary; choking them, which in turn suffocate our dreams. Do we ever learn?

    The sand that somehow ended up in my fists seemed to be struggling and the tighter my grip became, the more it slipped away, so I freed myself; from digging into my own skin. And believe me, the feeling was refreshing.

    It was soothing to watch the clouds play hide and seek, while the wind and waves danced coyly to each other's symphony. Even the ether blushed a deep crimson at nature's alluring chicanery. Or was it just an innocent serendipity?
    Either way, the feeling was ethereal and the urge to capture the moment in my parched polaroid was overwhelming.
    I keep it in my scrapbook, intending to stick it later, and scribbled some words beside it;

    "Waves of past embrace me like a rose; yet all I can feel are the rancorous thorns, maybe someday they'll fade away too and I'll find my abode."


    We humans are bound by the chains of memories and feelings, and though the key is just within a hand's reach, we are too afraid to set ourselves free. Maybe it's stockholm syndrome that we have entangled ourselves in.

    It's a beautiful sight and the more I look at the vast sky, the more depth I keep finding.
    I lay there for another minute; one that feels like an eternity, hoping to find a meaning of our existence, it's just in vain.

    So I decide to let go of my worries and let the wind caress me, even if it's just for a moment.
    - Sakshi

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    //Waves of past embrace me like a rose; yet all I can feel are the rancorous thorns, maybe someday they'll fade away too and I'll find my abode.//
    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

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    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

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    ODE TO RAIN

    The pitter-patter of droplets,
    sings a blue melody;
    to the parched leaflets,
    like a saccharine drop of honey.

    Lightning bellows ferociously,
    mourning the Earth;
    breathing in agony,
    sans its usual mirth.

    Winds balter with grace,
    sky being the broadway;
    the universe they encase,
    with their chasmic grey.

    Soothing is the petrichor,
    a way of reminiscing;
    the dewy vellichore,
    on a nostalgic swing.

    A miracle sublime,
    rain is nature's poetry;
    with elysian rhymes,
    a beautiful serendipity.
    -Sakshi.

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    Ode to rain

    //A miracle sublime,
    rain is nature's poetry;
    with elysian rhymes,
    a beautiful serendipity.//
    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

    The same way;

    Sunshine
    dulls
    sorrow.
    -Sakshi.

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    ©eurus

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    Winds
    c a r e s s
    melancholy.
    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

    Idk if it makes sense. You may skip :)
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    They say that when we look at the stars, we are in a way peeping into the past.
    The journey their light started millions of years ago, reaches our eyes today, so does that mean they don't shine anymore? Would you find the twinkling lights any less brighter after knowing that their glow is an old one?

    We humans have a tendency to leave things in the middle when they don't go our way.
    Just because it's dark and the sun is covered in fog doesn't mean it does not exist. All you have to do is wait till the sunrise, so you can see things in a better light, but that's the part where many give up; for it's hard to endure the silence on a moonless night when even the stars seem to be lost and can't find their way to sing you a soothing lullaby. And if you can get through it alive, there's nothing you can't survive.
    It is said that time never stops for anyone, it actually does give you many chances. But if you are always in a torpid state, all it can do is continue its voyage, for someone who doesn't want to be; can't be helped.

    So whenever you feel like giving up, think about the stars, filled with love, that twinkle and every night, longing to see you smile.
    -Sakshi.

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    Time
    b e g u i l e s
    cosmos.
    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

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    Teardrops on my pages.

    When the effulgent sun smiles at your groggy mornings, isn't it the nature's way of nudging you to wake up from the deep melancholic slumber?
    I write poetries about rainbows and sunshine, when in reality all I've endured is trauma and misery, and that is the reason I try spreading happiness, for if not me; let someone else experience its tenderness.
    The teardrops on my pages are a reminder of the ferocious rages, that I felt that at a very young age. And so I write my songs, hoping to heal, if not many; at least one being.

    Phoenix is the metaphor for my soul, for the fire within me burns with the same intensity. Stones and venom spells aimed at me melt like the rain in my vicinage.
    So even when my wings are tattered and my heart is tired, I rise from the ashes of my destruction and fly above them all; only to be stared in awe, by the same ones who adorned my coffin with flaws and scars.

    Scars that might be dull, but still have atoms of the brightest star. So I smile, anytime I see another stone aimed at me, for I know my core is strong one.
    - Sakshi.

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    //My teardrops,
    are like dew
    on the
    rose;
    my soul.//
    ©eurus

  • eurus 1w

    #tears #writersnetwork #mirakee

    @mirakee thank you for the sweet surprise ;)♡
    @writersnetwork thank you so much♡♡

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    Let tears breathe,
    for they resuscitate;
    the life within you.
    ©eurus

  • eurus 2w

    @shashagilbert_ When I read your Wedding Band post, I knew I wanted to write on the topic, but I did not know how.

    @_aradhya And when I read your letter, I was blown away and I knew that I'd for sure write something in response to it.

    @dandelions @dusky_dawn When I read your posts yesterday, I was urged to write too.

    Thank you so much guys. ♡
    I tried reaching your level, but ik I'm no where near. (You can skip if you want, I just wanted to give credit where it's due ;)

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    To my-love's-lover,

    I know you said love is neither right nor wrong, love is love. But sometimes love makes you do things, things that are wrong and no matter how much you try, they can't be justified.

    I still remember the day he promised me forever, but I did not know then, that forever was a journey that would end at your feet, and start anew, leaving me behind.
    He still says he loves me, but he can't look in my eyes, for I know there's some guilt inside.
    But that isn't enough to ease my pain, is it?


    I blamed you, both of you, but I blamed myself the most, for it made me question myself everyday. Where did I go wrong?
    It haunts my every single nightmare, where you both mock my despair. I tried being strong, but I broke down again when I heard you humming "our" song, and I wondered then, "Can love be shared?"
    I tried erasing your scent from his shirt, but what about the one that resides in his heart, how can I erase something that reeks of eternity.

    Tell me, does your voice calm him? Cause mine is being choked by shadows unknown.
    Does he let you sleep on the right side of the bed, now that he loves you? Do you make him lilac paper planes the way I used to? Do you write him love songs too? Do you both laugh at the same lame joke I shared with him on a silly night? Does your song lull him to sleep too?
    Tell me, when he shares his guilt with you, does he tell you about my sorrow too?

    When he smiles at me, all I can see is your reflection in his eyes, that screams in agony to be freed. When he kisses me, all I can taste is the chocolate tart, the one I remember being so much adored at your house warming party.
    In every part of him, resides an atom of yours and I cannot unsee anymore.

    He seems too lost in his world that's torn between guilt and love, that he doesn't even notice how I'm fading away; slowly but in misery, into nothingness.
    He doesn't seem to notice that I no longer wear the emerald chain he gifted me, for now I know, how easily stones can be replaced by diamonds.
    He doesn't seem to notice that the same smile he created is getting destroyed by his very being.
    He doesn't notice and I try to be ignorant, for ignorance is a bliss right? But sometimes it's a curse that annihilates each and every single one of your dreams. Tell me how should I feel?

    My hate is replaced by indifference, they say I'm healing, but numbness is still a feeling.

    You both found love in each other, but in the process, you destroyed an innocent soul, one that is scarred for life and won't ever feel enough.

    From
    The-girl-who-never-found-true-love.

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    //My hate is replaced by indifference, they say I'm healing, but numbness is still a feeling.//
    ©eurus

  • eurus 2w

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    The key to happiness,
    is just one hope away;
    it's in the blue sundress,
    in which, elegantly you sway,
    to the rhythm
    of your heartbeat;
    a celestial prism,
    made of stardust; concrete.


    The way moon
    follows your path everynight,
    just like the red balloon,
    you let out of sight;
    when you were seven,
    now it haunts you constantly,
    let's hope it reached heaven,
    and shines there too; brightly.


    The key to happiness,
    can be found within,
    you know the address;
    just let go of the deep buried sin,
    let the emotions flow;
    it'll make you stronger,
    so you can see the glow,
    of the hidden rainbow; just a few miles yonder.
    -Sakshi

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    Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
    -Albus Dumbledore.