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  • landscape 5d

    ƒιяѕт αттємρт


    You're like a song that battles with life, a folded suicidal lyrics and it is okay if I add a melody to it. You are the black wall when solitude brings me to a corner and I stare at you. I wear you like bandages over my bare skin, a bruised metaphor sheath over my framework. It used to be a glossary of what moistening melancholy seems like. It had painstakingly built itself but sometimes the sebaceous glands happened to impregnate it. Further, pimples and acnes were used to such feeding on regular dosages of the lubricant, they grew and spreaded like thorns over the bosom of a rose.

    I let my skin breath but all it does is weeping more on a lonely summer. My fall was not the story of a maple leaf but of a pebble down a rocky hill. It would be a sin if I didn't let the zephyrs bury me to the seashore and kiss the sand tubs.
    You know it isn't very easy to peel off the autumn, poise the injuries which are already poised. They want to live more, they find solace in your arms, they too tear. Their tear's blood. Injuries weep blood and young, oozing blood soothes their eye walls. They suffer and we let them suffer more, poor skin!

    Shadows suck the sunshine from the horizon and melodies are left all grey dancing on those moody strings of my guitar, left untouched. There lies melody in broken faces but what more grey personalities do, adds a teaspoon of depression instead of pouring euphoric smiles. Even if death is certain, why not make it a happy end? As long you live, do not forget to crown yourself a happy life. Do not die with a frown, die with a broken smile.

    At last, I should thank the poison, the nutrient that I was going to consume before my death. It lacked the ego of being a poison, so I did not pluck any interest in it. Moreover, my parents are too busy to take the blame of nourishing a betrayer. *tears the suicide note and bursts out in tears*


    - coral


    #melody #sinc #wod

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  • landscape 2w

    Lullaby

    Sun cries hard
    for winter to get back
    and hibernate
    leaves shatter with
    the rust of autumn,
    storms begin,
    nature screams at a
    glance of poignancy.

    Look at that lady
    who has a grip over your pain,
    you had a share of her land,
    her womb, an umbilical cord
    that could not separate 'you'
    from the landlady.

    You who paddles your
    life ahead, should not hibernate.
    You are a girl child and the
    mother of generations dormant
    do not hibernate!

    You are who is going to pay the
    landlady not with huge amounts
    but with huge respect.
    You, the young lady, is a beautiful
    caption, both visible and audible;
    winter, you are not an embryo anymore.

    You are the eldest sister of your to be born brother, spring.
    You are everything for your mother and not the cursed one.
    You are parallel of her love as the landlady writes on the white clouds,
    a notification - "visit me soon mama"

    *winds recite and nature conceives spring, winter pats the head of her younger brother and passes by*

    winter migrates abroad, sun longs for his daughter.



    ©coral

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  • landscape 3w

    Nostalgia has wings,
    thus it flies to the sky of longings
    hugs the melodies it has to pass by,
    kisses the threshold of days keeping it alive
    and finally hands over the key of survival to the present.

    ©coral

  • landscape 3w

    Life was an open yard
    emerged in black and white floral beauty
    but greys were pansexual
    left alone after nightmares
    so they stretched their limbs
    crawling over the four walls of nostalgia
    to grab the blue of the sky,
    also attracted to every black and white
    when the colour pastels were let
    to stand bare feet like grasses
    and eyes owed glances on them.

    ©coral

  • landscape 5w

    Within the braids of solitude
    The cocoon of memories rose
    after such dormancy of time
    that even nine months
    could not be enough
    for my mind to conceive
    its ashes.

    ©coral

  • landscape 5w

    Death, you look like the pages of the same old book from where the chapters of life emerged;
    Adam & Eve.

    ©coral

  • landscape 5w

    Chupke chupke raat din

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    Charo taraf tabahi machi huyi thi
    tino taraf rahi khayi
    zindagi aisi rone lagi,
    aanshuon ne orr liy razai.

    ©coral

  • landscape 7w

    I swallowed the abundance of brightness
    to watch colours rest in peace
    the other half of it was me
    drenched in a canvas,
    a rich painting.

    ©coral

  • landscape 7w

    Say, nobody says
    pain tied all over my breaths
    ashes of laughter underneath my self
    but nobody says, say...
    you are too long gone
    from the lanes of people
    but pain is a strong moustache
    you are a nostalgic melody
    you are a melancholic scene
    you, are just a memory
    that my mind ships every night
    through water of my tears
    again you depart
    tired of binding my mind.

    ©coral


    ps- just thought of writing a song.

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  • landscape 8w

    The fragrance of my verses
    holds the grave of my pen,
    on the paper, a story is gifted with losses
    a story about its death which occurred by ink loss,
    epitaph.

    ©coral