ritwika_somya

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  • ritwika_somya 8w

    #PoetryWednesday #rain #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork.

    I like the town on rainy nights,
    As the drops descend on its feet,
    It whirls around forgetting its plights,
    And I whirl around on its metrical beat.

    I march into my treasured monsoon place,
    Swaying on my feet to the sizzles of the rainy singer,
    As a flurry of drops patter against the windows in embrace,
    With my tea mug cupped between my fingers.

    I exhale a tepid breath on the cold glass pane,
    And I sketch my name on the foggy retreat,
    Oh how inundated I feel with the seraphic rain,
    Watching the streetlights yawn on the untenanted streets.

    -Ritwika Somya


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    I like the town on rainy nights...

  • ritwika_somya 9w

    red eyes,
    bed of cries,
    web of lies he stitched.

    she shivered,
    screams undelivered,
    weak livered, for he had it twitched.

    needless fights,
    heedless plight,
    she had sleepless nights on the floor pitched.

    red eyes
    bed of cries,
    web of lies he stitched.

    #stitch #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • ritwika_somya 9w

    He's that early shaft of sunlight,
    Which debuts in the break of the day dawning,
    Which vouchsafes a chance to make things right,
    Which yawns at my face yellowing it every morning.

  • ritwika_somya 9w

    She was underfed,
    On love and acceptance,
    On reverence and confidence,
    Till the lines of melancholy,
    had conquered her wrinkles.
    Beetle browed ,she sewed,
    Her eyes at the sight of the ones,
    Tagging her self worth with,
    Questions and scepticism.
    But her eyes had swamped up,
    unravelling the fibers which had,
    Hemmed her pair of eyelids,
    Letting her tears to a vent.
    Her mind was gridlocked ,
    In a psychotic delirium.
    But a storm was brewing inside,
    Her heart which was stronger
    Than the one she'd been through.

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    She was underfed,
    On love and acceptance,
    On reverence and confidence,
    Till the lines of melancholy,
    had conquered her wrinkles.
    Beetle browed ,she sewed,
    Her eyes at the sight of the ones,
    Tagging her self worth with,
    Questions and scepticism.
    But her eyes had swamped up,
    unravelling the fibers which had,
    Hemmed her pair of eyelids,
    Letting her tears to a vent.
    Her mind was gridlocked ,
    In a psychotic delirium.
    But a storm was brewing inside,
    Her heart which was stronger
    Than the one she'd been through.

  • ritwika_somya 10w

    Release the lethal chemicals,
    Of procrastination and pessimism,
    and let the fresh blood of ,
    Positivity and optimism get infused into your veins.
    ©ritwika_somya

  • ritwika_somya 10w

    The powder of hatred was choking
    The throat of his love till it was dead,
    For he kept devoting his everything and,
    In exchange was being cursed with hopeless hatred.
    ©ritwika_somya

  • ritwika_somya 10w

    The worst thing is,
    I'm not okay,
    With not being,
    Okay.
    Okay.
    ©ritwika_somya

  • ritwika_somya 10w

    HE'S SCREAMING WHISPERS
    Ritwika Somya

  • ritwika_somya 10w

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    ©ritwika_somya

  • ritwika_somya 10w

    FABRIC
    The stellar bedding swaddled the lunar visitant,
    Who stayed the cosmic night away,
    With his moonlight yawning, lucent and wide,
    On a bedding, made of the fabric woven with,
    Prepossessing pleasure and scintillating stars,
    Waltzing and winking in the nightscape,
    Endowing upon the the Moon a benison sleep.
    ©ritwika_somya


    #fabric #mirakee #writersnetwork #composition

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    FABRIC

    The stellar bedding swaddled the lunar visitant,
    Who stayed the cosmic night away,
    With his moonlight yawning, lucent and wide,
    On a bedding, made of the fabric woven with,
    Prepossessing pleasure and scintillating stars,
    Waltzing and winking in the nightscape,
    Endowing upon the the Moon a benison sleep.
    ©ritwika_somya