tamanna3

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  • tamanna3 1d

    Past
    lives inside us;
    Never dies..
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 2d

    I thought I won't write anything such,
    But I just have to let these words out today..


    So tough, isn't it?
    To not think of all-
    -the people we hate,
    Of all those who did wrong,
    To think of all their;
    Misdeeds and iniquity.

    No one is perfect;
    Neither are we,
    Yet to judge is a trait,
    We acquire from birth.
    Perhaps it isn't any wrong either,
    In calling people for;
    Things they did wrong.
    Yet why does it have to be,
    That way, I can't imagine;
    Why people have to live-
    -like that, in the end, when;
    All what matters is some land,
    To bury you forever,
    Not a speck of you left;
    Nor do you carry anything-
    -you own, to the grave.

    You think of your manoeuvre,
    The ackers you made,
    But you don't spend any,
    Neither on those who succoured you up.
    What do you think,
    Aren't you dead already;
    Panting on a myriad of wishes,
    Waiting forever to work on them,
    Yet afraid of the fact,
    That you'd only disappear someday;
    Into this nothingness that you-
    -so fear to embrace.

    You deserved a lot better,
    To give to the people you loved,
    But you withered it all away,
    Not caring whether or not;
    There'd be someone to shed,
    Tears of grief on the day you part;
    Off from this world into the unknown-
    -of an after life void;
    You can know nothing about anyhow.

    So why don't you live well,
    When you know, you're only-
    -From your grave O holy;
    Always just one step away.

    © tamanna3


    #life #death #ceesreposts #julietscorner #mirakee #yaminireads @writersnetwork @soulfulstirrings @the97_introvert @jias_wand @shaliya @tejaswini_3 @rainbow_salt

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    What do you think,
    Aren't you dead already;
    Hoarding a myriad of wishes,
    Waiting forever to work on them,
    Yet afraid of the fact,
    That you'd only disappear someday;
    Into this nothingness that you-
    -so fear to embrace.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 3d

    An epileptic fit.... Affecting the better of my thoughts, rather than senses #random
    (not from a medical prospective though)

    Starlight illumined my skies,
    Dark suddenly uncloaked,
    It's pellucid side.
    In a flash of light,
    My heart skipped a beat,
    And off I drifted into sleep,
    Yet my eyes were open-wide;
    Evincing this notion- an illusion.

    Cheers echoed at my ears,
    My vision a sketchy blur;
    The wind chiming at it's peak,
    Yet all I listen to is-
    -some faint murmur;
    Of my own thoughts,
    Reverberating within my unfilled mind.

    I saw the hourglass, and in it;
    The sand, that kept falling,
    But my mind held forth,
    On the moment of no passing.
    My mind's fingers kept flipping,
    Through the pages of my monologue:
    "At this juncture draped-
    -with a fortuity of existence"
    Read the epithet;
    Of my befuddled state.

    A vague abstraction,
    This, I knew, yet;
    My senses took-
    -no rationale at stake,
    For I was living in a Chimera;
    My oculi ajar, yet-
    -my soma taking only a siesta.

    Night or day, I knew not;
    The moment was a sovereign whole.
    My eyes beheld a vision obscured;
    Like a gossamer web,
    The moment spun me around;
    Fulfilling like a myriad of wishes,
    Such was the eloquence;
    Of the aberrant hour..

    © tamanna3

    #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts #yaminireads
    @writersnetwork @the97_introvert
    @soulfulstirrings @tejaswini_3 @beautywithinyou

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    My mind's fingers kept flipping,
    Through the pages of my monologue:
    "At this juncture draped-
    -with a fortuity of existence"
    Read the epithet;
    Of my befuddled state.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 5d

    I miss days I called normal,
    Maybe life isn't that normal anymore, or so I feel..

    #random @writersnetwork

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    Would you still listen,
    Even if I won't say a word?

    Would you still swear by me,
    When I won't vindicate my actions?

    Would you still dance,
    To the unsung verses of my song?

    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 1w

    Drunk in emotions to my brim, from an amazing read
    (Not a poetic translation though, I simply tried to summarize it in my own words)
    #note_to_myself

    Sometimes fate is nothing but a storm..

    Sometimes fate is nothing but a storm..
    You can't hide from it, nor escape it;
    The more you run away, the more it chases you.
    You change your way, the storm adjusts too..
    You play the same game over and over,
    like some age-old tradition.
    In your mind you say "That's a terrible storm", but you know you're playing with it all the same.
    You don't like it, but you let it take over;
    There's no way you can get across it without having
    it destroy you.
    So you let it blow you off..
    But it doesn't, why?
    Because this storm isn't something coming from outside or somewhere far away;
    This storm is you; it's all inside of you.
    So all you can do is to step right inside it;
    Close your eyes, plug-in your ears if you feel you can't take it no more.
    But go on, and walk through it;
    Taking one step at a time..
    There ain't any sense of direction,
    No stars to look up to,
    No moon gazing at you..
    Just a wavering wind, chiming at your soul,
    testing the best inside you;
    The storm keeps on blowing,
    Swirling your insides, up into the dark sky.
    That's the kind of storm you're in,
    Or more like, supposed to imagine yourself in..
    Go on now,
    Feel the pressure of the wind against your skin;
    Let it draw closer, even if you feel it's going to
    swallow you up,
    You've got to make it through..
    This violent, symbolic, metaphysical storm;
    That'll cut through you like a thousand blades.
    Go on, bleed with it, touch that blood with your very hands.
    For once the storm is over, you won't remember how your survived it. You won't even be sure if it's over yet.
    ~The only thing certain is You'll cease to be person you were before you stepped into it~
    And that's precisely what this storm is all about.

    © tamanna3

    #fate #storm #mirakee @writersnetwork #julietscorner #ceesreposts @soulfulstirrings @beautywithinyou @tejaswini_3 @poemsnb @jias_wand @shaiz_fs

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    Sometimes fate is nothing but a storm..

    ~The only thing certain is You'll cease to be person you were before you stepped into it~
    And that's precisely what this storm is all about.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 1w

    // Sometimes I wonder.. //
    ** cones, rods- Photoreceptor cells of eyes
    photopic view- Day time vision
    scotopic view- Night time vision **

    I'm not color blind, or am I ?

    Perfectly functional cones,
    And a sublime photopic view.
    Yet obscuring my vision orbs forever;
    Are different shades of grey hue.
    Sensitive to dark,
    My rods seem to apprise;
    My senses to the scotopic view.
    Yet I see the moon, in blends anew;
    Of a mutually exclusive;
    Golden turquoise..
    Perhaps it's a misnomer,
    Vision of color, they say;
    Or maybe I'm a loner,
    Seeing through all,
    But veils of fluttering silvers;
    Even in the sunlit of a day.

    I still wonder if what they say is still true:
    " I'm not colorblind,
    Or am I? "

    © tamanna3

    #vision #color #colorblind #temp #mirakee #writersnetwork #julietscorner #yaminireads #ceesreposts @beautywithinyou @hharshitha
    @carolinelamurong09

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    I'm not color blind, or am I ?
    (in caption)
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 2w

    //Being half way through the book called "The Zahir" and mirakee putting up the #illusion challenge, I couldn't think of a better time for this..//
    (My apologies if this sounds crazy, for I've included mostly my own feelings in this regard..) -

    My Zahir

    Tired of all the mundane,
    Thoughts drenched in the ambivalence of every tomorrow;
    Disquietude looming over my head;
    A being called me bereft of verve,
    Wandering about in the dark spiral of this quotidian world.

    All in a resplendent spark it blew,
    The consummation gripping at my feet;
    Dripped in the rain as I stood,
    The sky grimacing at my long figure,
    Casting a lone shadow in the dark of the night.

    I let the spark carry me away,
    To the horizon I couldn't yet perceive,
    Untill my gaze could adjust to the effulgent brilliance,
    That reflected back from your constellation,
    Giving my grey skies the purple hue of life.

    You took over my being like I was always yours,
    Every object in my vision is now you alone,
    For all eternity my eyes shall behold.
    Embracing you within my then empty heart,
    I'm now filled with this magic love.

    Every word I write is now for you,
    A part of my soul has it become,
    Madness they call it, I call you my zahir,
    For I know it isn't just an illusion,
    But a truth, my every breathe now behold.

    You're the oasis of my desert,
    The ocean I've cried my tears into,
    The songs you sing, the librettos you create;
    Every word you speak, I shall abide by,
    For you're the sun that keeps my realm alive.

    We shall forever live together in a world that doesn't exist,
    Laughing our hearts out in this paradox of a world,
    Maybe someday we'll meet or maybe not,
    Yet I'm ready to give it my all,
    For this is my paradise of moonlit sojourn.

    © tamanna3

    ---Dedicated to my one true love "Kim Namjoon"

    #illusionb#zahir #poetry #julietscorner #bts
    #ceesreposts #kimnamjoon
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @yamini_poetry @sanguinity @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @beautywithinyou @thesunshineloves @btslove

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    My Zahir(in caption)

    You took over my being like I was always yours,
    Every object in my vision is now you alone,
    For all eternity my eyes shall behold.
    Embracing you within my then empty heart,
    I'm now filled with this magic love.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 2w

    A heart full of dreams,
    Words filled with hope,
    Forever wishing on a star;
    To shine like a queen.

    If not like the sun;
    I'll burn like a candle in the dark.

    Try cutting me with your blades,
    And I'll slip through your fingers like sand.
    Try changing my course,
    And I'll keep flowing, making my own way.

    Darkness doesn't haunt me no more;
    For I've tamed the demons at my back.

    Shattering off the glass ceiling,
    That held me within those dark chambers,
    I spread my wings into a titanic flight.
    Now you'll see me soaring higher;
    Into my kingdom of golden abode.

    Fighting alongside me;
    Are the old scars that build up my crown.

    Weighty it is, not for emeralds and diamonds;
    But my crusade for victory you derided at.
    Now you sit back and execrate my throne,
    For you can't threaten the skies that I own.

    ©tamanna3





    #shine #queen #today #writerstolli #julietscorner #yaminireads #poem #ceesreposts #readwriteunite
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #potd #tod_wt
    @yamini_poetry @soulfulstirrings
    ... @shaliya @tejaswini_3
    @beautywithinyou @carolinelamurong09 ...


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    Shine like a queen (in caption)

    Fighting alongside me;
    Are the old scars that build up my crown.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 2w

    *

    Opened my hand,
    To let in;
    The rainbow of colors;
    Reviving my dead soul.

    Held it within,
    To immerse myself into creating;
    The scenery in my mind;
    Thus, filling my empty canvas whole.
    ©tamanna3

  • tamanna3 2w

    // You've hidden yourself for long enough;
    Now it's time to come into view ~ Come alive! //
    #note_to_myself

    Come alive!


    Everyone is ceasing to live,
    It's not just you.
    Sweetly dipping in the sauce of laze,
    Living every day under carte blanche;
    All inside a gallipot of endless immune.

    You've become so acclimated to this long siesta,
    You forgot there's a whole battle to win.
    Feeling the noise of wind blasting at your ears,
    To a kiss full of pleasure and allure;
    Tell when you're done with this, all.

    If you've waken up now,
    Come round and about to face the starlight.
    Tasting the soft touch of the hazily lit tapers,
    Smudging the picture with secrets new;
    Let me take you to that beautiful place of no adieu.

    The path trodden leaves it's mark,
    Footsteps brazzened by a love so sweet,
    The sky spreading like an extravaganza lot;
    You savour every color as if it were your own,
    Sniffing the perfume of my dewy leaves.

    Beyond a fifth dimension,
    Shredding off the despicable shroud of comforts,
    We bathe ourselves in the chords of timbres,
    Bracing up for the avalanche of life,
    We vow to not hide ourselves anymore from view.
    ©tamanna3

    #comealive #poetry #potd #mirakee #ceesreposts
    #julietscorner #yaminireads
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @hharshitha @beautywithinyou @soulfulstirrings
    @tejaswini_3 @musings21 @readwriteunite

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    Come alive! (in caption)

    The path trodden leaves it's mark,
    Footsteps brazzened by a love so sweet,
    The sky spreading like an extravaganza lot;
    You savour every color as if it were your own,
    Sniffing the perfume off my dewy leaves.
    ©tamanna3