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seaweed
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Undiluted sugary milk
Flowing through a strainer-
Her youth,
Filling another's cup.
And her dreams-
The dust,
Thrown in the trash.
You sipped from the porcelain cup,
And frowned,
"Add less tea next time."
SEAWEED
Image: Pinterest
#writersbay @anirockz7
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I am burning
And you are drowning
You watch me burn
I watch you drown
Getting numb
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seaweed
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I passed the joint
To the demon beside me
I'm fine as long as I'm
In this blanket
I'm getting used to these
Dangerous liasons
A couple of decades of pain
Pulling me in
I swim up
Surface
Go back down
I'm getting used to these
Deep waters
The dim lights
Don't light my way
I'm so used to this
Cloudy mist
Wash the salt off these wounds
I can't go back home
I'm getting used to this
Floating along
© s e a w e e d
Image: Pinterest (credits to the rightful owner).
#sea_horse©seaweed
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Fish
You stood by the Ganges and dipped your hands in the water. I saw it swimming in your hands, hope, that was a tiny blue fish. You told me to watch it until you were back.
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seaweed
6w
The empress of not giving a duck
It is what it is.
Nonchalance shrugged.
For a moment
I was gripped by pain,
Drowning in yesterday's
pool of misfortunes,
missed things.
I get pulled out,
a green goddess,
puffing out my chest.
It is what it is.
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seaweed
7w
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APPARITIONS
Yesterday, I had this sudden urge to drink filter coffee at the small shop nearby. Without much delay, I threw on a t shirt and shorts and started brushing my hair. In the mirror, an apparition of a girl from three years ago, wearing the same navy blue t shirt stared back at me.... Holding a cup of coffee in her hands and dreams in her eyes. "Not now", I told myself. I took off the t shirt and pulled out another one from my wardrobe.
A black top, with golden buttons. I found myself standing in Nalla Beach Resort, wearing it, admiring the ocean and the night sky with you. I put down my beer and went down on one knee. You gasped. I said my vows and you said yours.
A voice was screaming inside my head. "NO! NOT NOW", I tried to follow that voice, but felt myself fall in to an abyss. I became one of those two wild haired hippies in a jungle, listening to the cry of water hens.
An hour later, I was sitting on the floor in my bra, surrounded by a pile of clothes and many apparitions. You were there too, in a white t, smoking a chillum. Your big round eyes pensive, telling me calmly that at some point, my throat would stop burning and my body would stop hurting.
SEAWEED
#apparitions #memories #mirakee #writersbay @writersbay #writersnetwork @anirockz7 @daphnae
Image: Pinterest. Credits to the rightful owner.APPARITIONS
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Forgot to live.
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seaweed
7w
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Word Prompt:
Write a 10 word short tale on Imbibe
#sea_guppy
Can't decide which...Feeling lightheaded imbibing your aura, or was it Old Monk?
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Lost in memories.
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Dark images and numbers
masked colours and the unfathomable.
©seaweed
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galvanizedthoughts
2w
Read MoreReverse engineering a woman, a poem
(I)
This poem is no crash course
Nor does it come with a starter package
Or a reader’s manual / guide
Much like the Whatsapp forwarded jokes
Of a man searches in google
‘How to control your wife’
And google has zero search results
This poem is as dry as your sense of humour
And the repetitive need of controlling
All the woman around you
This poem is dry
As dry as the summer nights
Where the ac fails to work
And you have lived enough
To see the nights treachery
And died enough to mourn for the dawn
This poem is the discomfort
As you switch positions
And end up curled in the foetal position
Imitating a mother’s womb
This poem is the fundamental human instinct
Of demanding familiar physical touch
Yet as the Sun arises
And the leaves sway with the wind
It only reminds you of women swaying hips
The type you would secretly ogle
As you come across lingerie posters
And underwear adds
When you think no one is watching
But we women always know
Call it a woman’s instinct
For last summer a girl of 14
Had her first menstruation and the
Whole village celebrated her ripening / fertility
The next day as she sits on the local bus
To school, the journey feels a little longer
A little more unnerving
And suddenly the bus ticket collector’s gaze
Feels a little more disturbing
As her stomach churns unpleasantly
As she notices a man thrice her age
Staring at her and then at his manhood
She pulls her skirt further down
And the man grins
That pure predatory grimace
Her heart shudders and mouth shutters
She’s felt fear
Fear of being a woman
For the first time
After all ripened mangoes must fall of the tree
Suddenly he stares at his handkerchief
And the name of his wife
Woven with strings borrowed from the Sun’s ray
And he looks away as the girl descends down the bus
( II)
Close your eyes gently
What happens when you think of the word W-O-M-A-N
Do you see women running?
Running in wheat fields or mustard
if you are that creative
as their lovesick lovers run behind
close your eyes or have them done so
by a woman seductively,
as she feeds you grapes and what not
do you see woman with purple skin
and neon highlights as hair
whiskers and ears of a cat
political and profound
or do you find them
shying away, their cheeks now a pomegranate
as you pull their drape
or do you find them sitting
sitting at a family function
all nice and tidy
even when the touches are far from acceptable
or even decent, do you find them cowering away
Or do you find them with their hands shaking
Eyes downcast as they give you the glass of milk
And crushed almonds on their wedding night
are they feminists and feral?
Are they submissive or dominative?
Are they bottom or top?
Are they shy or a tease?
the girl and the woman
the girl with the woman
the girl now the woman
are all this poem
with no syllable count
Nor even your aabb ccdd
they do not rhyme
they don’t need to
but in the kingdom of poems
where the rhymes sits as a monarch
and creativity will be a slave
where every syllable shall praise
As haiku's and limericks giggle
Over a cup of masala chai
this poem will be a prude, an outlaw
and when they shall search this poem
They'll raid it's home, it's identity
It's origin and individuality
And after they have checked all the surveillance devices
CCTV footage and of course the internet
strip a poem, you will find a woman
Strip a woman, you will find a free verse.
© Ayushi Saha 16 February 2021 1:42 am
@/galvanizedthoughts
@writersnetwork #pod @mirakee #gtwn
I'm not back. Just wrote this because I wanted to and I could.
Illustration by @/ richakashelkar on IG
I'm starting to hate everything I write
Stop deleting your posts beautiful hooman. Or else I will shave your eye brows.
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veloc1ty_
2w
Read MoreWhenever you feel like
the day isn't being kind to you,
or the night is being a little too rude,
you can feel free to crash
into my stalwart arms.
I won't mind for how long you stay
or how tight you grip me,
I will grip you back just as hard.
Let my arms be your refuge.
Let them take care of you.
Coz nothing relieves you from stress
as good as a warm embrace.
Nothing fixes a bad day
like a warm tight hug.
©veloc1ty_
#hugday
#valentines2021.
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anirockz7
4w
Read MoreFrom Entity to Empty -
Born an individual
With a distinct identity
Made a name for himself
And it soon became an entity.
Voice got deeper
Influence got stronger
Chaos occured
It didn't held longer.
Came unexpected
As expected from life
His presence got neglected
Got stabbed with an invisible knife.
He built his skyscraper and felt pride
He saw it falling down, his tears were bonafide.
No matter how powerful
He thought he was
Mother nature made an entrance
Earthquake came a cause.
His mind got broke
And soul felt DESERTED
His breathe got choked
And everything reverted.
- anirockz7
#deserted #wod.
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anirockz7
4w
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Today writersbay gave some interesting words
To write a line with 'burnt forests', 'white flowers' and 'soft blanket'.
Well here it is ✌️
#writersbay #imageryc
How's the editing btw?
333rd post ��!! What a no. Aye.
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Sometimes we think we deserve more but when we look around, we realize, it's enough.
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A r t
Divided in distinct forms
In nations and cultures
It's the expression of creativity
That rises from old learnings of deities sculpture.
It's like to reveal what others fear and conceal
Melodies of artist disperses there feel
Be it anger shown by a layman
An artist converts it to a film reel.
The art of fighting is known as martial arts
With the control of mind and our body parts
They demonstrate a perfect movement
For artist it's a discipline while for others, amusement.
Be a chef, it's an art
To measure the amount and quantities to start
They hold our taste and so our mood
A true artist renders delicious food.
It's in all of us
It flows through our veins from dawn to dusk
Unintentional we live unintentional we die
Try to realize, it's all art that's passing by.
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This quote you may not understand but will experience at some point in your life.
"Present doesn't seem unbelievable when you realize your past mindset manifested it".
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BALANCE -
It is inevitable
For both sides to exist
The bright and the dark one
To defog our fantasized mist.
Their is no courage without fear
Their is no fear without courage
Till both ends meet
To acknowledge.
Feel the joy
But also melancholy
For both will come
In your life as demon and holy.
Accept the truth
Accept the reality
For some are cruel
The rest have morality.
- anirockz7.
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