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  • hey_dude 9w

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  • hey_dude 9w

    Dear 15 self
    I guess you have suffered the most in this short lived life. I'm sorry because I never tried to make you understand what exactly is in my head. I have gone through several changes,met several people and losed too but never tried acknowledging weather you are comfortable with it or not.
    I remember I cried on the first day of this year and then whole year was passed subsequently. Even several months were nothing but anxiety. I wonder how you faced it all without even a whisper. I never made you sleep for long on the cosy bed and even if I slept all what I dreamt was blood sucking nightmares of dreadful past and mysterious futher. I developed dark circles and scars and turned you ugly. I'm sorry for being so cruel and heartless towards yourself. Tarnished with bundle of miseries you never grieved or perhaps I did not allowed you to do so that no one should consider me fragile. And you accepted everything, every unjust thing I did. I know people don't handle you with care and affection and then blame you saying teenage is curse. But the patience you showed in this whole 365 days were enough for me to say you aren't curse rather you are the most truthful. In the quest of real friends today I ended to myself, I ended to you. Two last months were much peaceful when you dragged me close to my parents to whom I considered as the biggest foe.
    Yeah I will never forget those pathetic day and bellicostic nights when I was nothing but a pessimist. I'm grateful to you you let me understand my worth and made me believe life is not just this fifteen but many more such fifteen to come that are even more disrupting.
    Thank you for all the love and trust you showered. I adore you and I promise I will work on you this year so that when you turn 16 next year you become the strongest version of yourself. Happy New year.

    With good vibes
    From the one who Loves you like hell.
    ©hey_dude

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  • hey_dude 10w

    all of the stars will guide us home..

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    Looking at the night sky
    i start becoming unrealistic
    my tears write poetries of love
    that resembles stars
    apparent yet visible
    ©hey_dude

  • hey_dude 10w

    Volatile ignite

    It was December when he came so close to her. Just an Inch away from her lips but still all into her. He stroked her curls and held her palms tightly merging with her own. Swiftly he blew charcoal lies into her eyes. And her lips just glowed red evoking heat without flame.
    Snowflake starred. Snowflake chuckled.
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  • hey_dude 10w

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  • hey_dude 10w

    My sighs are not sedate
    They are exclusively sour
    They levitate
    They drill deep
    On the fringes of futile what if's
    /I walk through this labyrinth in search of solace/
    (Uncertainties)

    My heart don't struggle
    To breathe in the ivy December
    It contrast.
    And relax.
    Smoothly
    Giving space to my epiphanies
    To fit with this frozen world.
    /I feel warm/
    (Patience)

    My body has impaccble
    Curve lines
    That no hands could
    Clutch amibly
    To dance on roads of roses
    Followed by firecy thorns.
    /I enjoy reckless pain. All alone./
    (Misfit)

    I sit right besides the perfection.
    The bunch of flaws
    Flowing through my veins.
    No tears,no greed
    To be flawless
    I glanced towards mirror
    And perfection embraced me
    /I find my way back to home/
    (Acceptance)

    Your muse melt
    In my ballads.
    Mine burn high
    In your prose.
    From all the words in my diary
    Few adored me as a crown
    Most ruined beneath the toes.
    /My senses are vurnerable to demons within /
    (Company)

    I wonder
    How the tiny wish
    To get a miniature plastic plane
    Has now kindle
    The ravish desire
    To be a pilot.
    /I grow with dreams alive in my eyes./
    (Childhood - Adulthood)

    My soul speaks
    Profound treasures
    With emotions
    That spills on my lips
    Imperceptible they remain
    Nevertheless I thank God
    For that
    I start getting s little fainter
    The world starts getting little brighter.
    /I taste the subsequent forgiveness buried in the selfless heart/
    (Gratitude)

    ©hey_dude | Magnifying self reflection

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  • hey_dude 12w

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  • hey_dude 13w

    When all the tired eyes fall asleep my eyes were tucked restless; with eulogy of dead love bleeding over those inclement pages.Torrential showers of melancholy obtruded.Hedious scars on my skin and grabbed my habromania that was had preserved for long

    The quiescent silence denied from letting me scream aloud and the grief continued to flood through my chocked veins impelling to find its home. A pyromina in my heart to catch the hearth but collapsed with darkness around

    I kept chanting hymns of lament and cigars of haunting memories smoking on my drenched Lips. With scuffling feets I rushed towards the door,opened the door I was exiled in. Clock ticked 4a.m. sharp. It was moon incandescent in the
    Silent Vivid sky starring me

    Holding sighs I sat in the corridor, crossed my hands and rubbed my palms around my arms. I saw moon turning twice;one in the swriling sky that induced caim to my coward nerves and the second one in the tile next to my feet crawling upward to embrace me with hopes. Swiftly the moonlight weeped trickled whiskey from my eyes.
    Moon uttered,
    Tell me about your bellicostic nights; show me your scars that you have been disguising beneath the tacenda. Tell me what height you have fallen from. Disclose your flaws for which the world is humiliating you. I don't fear to hold you cordolium. Because I possess it too. I too have dolent scars. I too don't remain noilceur every night. I too shiver and cry and hide myself in the dark.

    I unveiled my bruises and caressed it with pleasure I never felt before.With tender faith in my eyes I dragged myself towards the roof. It was the ravishing sky above me . The horizon with three different hues followed by cosy fog that made me shiver. Not with fear but with childish curiosity. Bottom of the sky was drapped with roseate as if she kissed the sky with her red stained lips. A inch higher was a broad strip of white blowing newly born peace into my blood which was engulfed with anguish. The next was blooming blue earning a gleam of mauve sereni.

    I glanced for long and long and flies like the symphony of my favourite song. The sky made me believe joy remain inseperable with the scinticlla of blue that withered with the dancing tears. The Milky moon smiled at me and keep on disappearing with the golden bunch of sunshine cuddling and strengthening me like a Anam Cara. The cigars away and at 6a.m. I went brewing a coffee of happiness and moving on in this busy life with a new enthusiasm.

    //Though rare some moments bounds us differently with leas of beliefs and mormoris of good vibes//
    . Dear writers their is no identical difference between us and the world. But what makes us unique is the way we perceive things. The moment when we don't feel like inking pages but still we do breathing quiddity of aura because we know someone breath when they read us.
    ©Hey_dude

    Habromania : Delusion of happiness
    Caim: an invisible circle of protection, drawn around the body the hand, that reminds you that you are safe and loved even in the darkest time
    Anam Cara: a person with whom you can share your deepest thought feeling
    Leas: ray of light

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  • hey_dude 13w

    //White daffodils in the blue//
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  • hey_dude 13w

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