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  • game_of_life 1w

    Beneath those crumpled sheets
    Clasping trust as a Blunt weapon
    Escastic heart was slitted into numerous pieces
    Excruciating pain piercing skin veiled in innocence
    Laid numb beside perceptual strains of sin
    Drriping love, regardless of flaws.

    Filching those tainted hue of your guise
    Senses snatched my life and
    Painted my existence, outlined with splattered feelings
    Listening to those bleak hymns
    I began to live putting on a facade.

    #sinc
    #melody


    ©game_of_life

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    Laid numb beside perceptual strains of sin
    Dripping love, regardless of flaws.

  • game_of_life 3w

    A fragmented piece of my heart
    Drowned in pain, wandering along the lonely street
    Beneath blinking lights of love
    Searching for a kind soul dressed with tattered pieces of life,
    Busy painting his scars with the dripping hues of melancholy.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 13w

    A book designed Alluring, marvellous laughter craft and small oval eyes right larger than left - A bright sunny yellow logo depicting smile. Word portrayed book mark hanging, text depicted - "life & death both are magical" emphasized.

    Gazing hazy sunshine, I stood on frost covered terrace, clenching book closer to my heart. Pinkish clouds lurked those golden rays and painted sky with scattered shades of light.

    Puff of wind wafted faint odour blew my hair around, riffled through those pages of book soaked in past. words over folded edges fluttered in the sky, plethora of moments sketched began to fly.

    Those Blotted Verses dripping melancholy, deckled edges, Tattered pieces fallen apart, ripped off and rippled through spilled emotional hurricane, Reclined on curled edges of reminiscences, the space betwixt words began to sing lullaby.

    Splattered feelings and a whiff of pain gathered smirking pearls of past ; A silver lining to pourout heart and decorate flatten pages of future with tranquility.

    ©game_of_life

    #pastpearlsc
    @writersnetwork

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    Those verses dripping melancholy; space betwixt words began to sing lullaby.

  • game_of_life 17w

    Behind orange hues, dawn of darkness emitting light, like a hurricane lamp in dusky sky.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 18w

    Life dances to the music of heart.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 18w

    I remember my school days, I was a 8year old kid with curly hair, innocent smile and naughty behaviour. After enjoying weekend with my family, I just didn't want to go school. I used to think every Monday morning how to escape but my dad never believed my silly lies, he used to drop me at the school gate, with no other option carrying lunch box in one hand, school bag on shoulders, with a gloomy face I used to enter the class room.

    Days went on and It was saturday again - left this world for happiness along with my family. But, hours ran like minutes.
    I was back home, looking at the calender,
    Tommorow is going to be Monday, I had decided I'm not going to step out.

    It was a Monday morning, I was not on my bed. My dad was searching for me everywhere, but that time "Table" in the corner joined hands with me.

    On the day, I looked at the table, old books were placed on it and covered by a cloth. Opposite to the table a clock was hanging on a wall, I just climbed the table, placed the cloth on books over me, for every minute i used to look at the clock expecting it to move fast. But, oops! It couldn't help.

    I was hidden for 10 minutes,but I started to sneeze, this gave a clue to my parents who were searching.
    Being allergic to dust, doctor advised me to stay home for a week. I was very happy staying home.

    From that day, table has became a part of my routine, I used to write homework by placing book on it, run around while playing, climb and sit on it.

    Eventually, old books were replaced with the pc. Table is one of the thing I approach more oftenly, brings back the smile reminding childhood memories.

    Holding my coffee mugs, anger hittings, fingers tapping. A part of busy life.


    #childhood
    #daadigotyourback

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    Childhood

    Hiding under the table, an escape from going to school.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 18w

    Then came the really cold temperature into November, with leaves still on trees
    Evening breeze caressed branches, gentle sweet singing of leaves. Enjoying dull sunshine, pleasent whisper of birds
    imminent harsh weather, indicating the journey. Along with time, color started to fade, began to detach from stem.
    Sheeding leaves, Gifted bareness to the branches, Fluttering on ground, looked at tree once they used to paint green.
    Blown away by the wind, floating on the river, stuck to the boat, heading to combine with rest.
    On my way, one of them picked to place between pages, While the other, crushed driving the car. Some captured as their memory.
    Travelled too long, but stranded until I turn brown.

    ©game_of_life

    #leaf
    #genuine_readers

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    Even human faces autumn.

  • game_of_life 19w

    The Night fell upon me, like a curtain,
    While gazing orange hues of sun.
    Reminiscence of memories,
    Brings the smile, sprinkled with stardust.

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 19w

    cologne of words,
    Spread fragrance of hope,
    Uniting people together,
    to make a garden of life.
    standing up for difficulties,
    wearing the humanity,
    let Aroma of goodness,
    touch every heart,
    before it gets
    evaporated..!!

    ©game_of_life

  • game_of_life 20w

    Wings of my dream are broken, while trying to fly above the mountain of perception; across the sea of stereotype,thoughts like thread tangled my wings.
    How can I fly? I felt like the day I had missed my fortune flight, fear of failure formed like dark clouds that hide shine on a rainy day.

    Heading with an intension that I'm going to build the nest on blossom tree, Surrounded by garden, with a hope of fallen flowers would attend my arrival;eager to enjoy pleasent aroma , chriup music, view of lake beside.

    Flapping my wings to move up but seemed impossible, decided to rest in the boat of confidence, it could be easy to sail hurdles lake, washing the bleed with courage, fixing broken wing with tape of passion around the body, of course! It took time.

    Now, I'm ready to fly like a falcon into sky, without flapping,
    Nature stood Gazing at me with clapping..!!

    #unforeseen

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    The day I missed my dream flight.

    ©game_of_life