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  • tanishqa_ 5w

    Silently, fuck off.
    #thoughts

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    I feel like yelling out loud, all the thoughts in the mind. Letting all my hatred out. But all I can do is smile and laugh, when it's the least I wanna do. I feel like punching your face, but as I see you smile and talk confidently I wanna smack the fuck out of you!

  • tanishqa_ 7w

    How people with whom you had comfortable silences, you can't speak a word to anymore.

  • tanishqa_ 8w

    Its beautiful to take care of yourself
    Breathe
    And then let go.

  • tanishqa_ 8w

    Some people just can't show how much they care, but when you read them through their silence and their silent presence you know them, thoroughly.

  • tanishqa_ 9w

    Trust the overthinker who tells you they love you. They have, most assuredly, thought of a reason not to.

  • tanishqa_ 9w

    It breaks my heart,
    As the thoughts just run by,
    Those days when I smiled, now just seem to rather peirce as bearers,
    Those unkempt moments, rather feel like being hit by the stone of the sorcerer.
    Days go of,
    Then the smile fades,
    Then tears break open,
    'Ola! Comes the new year!

    ___________

    @ahaan_vaidya
    @create_and_compose

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  • tanishqa_ 11w

    Things do get a bit overboard somedays, a bit too much to handle most of the times... that time wipe the beautiful glare in front of you and remember that you're beautiful and worthy, smart and capable of a lot of things. Even the camera loses its focus when you keep it still for a long time, shake up a bit and grow to believe in you and let go of the loathe.

    /Tan

  • tanishqa_ 11w

    Those harrowed times,
    With the wind blowing cold,
    Passing through the strands of her hair,
    Reaching the cage housing her cold avenue.

    Every time a petal seemed to reach the avenue,
    Did it struck,
    It didn't let the petal but broke the strand into pieces, pieces to particles, to the smallest unit known.

    But then came a broken piece,
    His avenue as cold, but darker,
    Did they bloom together,
    Into a flower, black in colour,
    Appreciated not by many,
    But made for each other.

    /Tan

    Tell me what you feel about my writing these days, maybe this insecure soul would gain some bit of hope. Good or bad all are welcome, but fake truths aren't. If its shitty tell me on my face, which I tell you, it is perhaps as usual *shitty*

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  • tanishqa_ 11w

    It was a dark, creepy looking bus. After long hours she was walking back home. Her head was pounding. She hadn't slept well for the past week and here it was a Saturday. Weekend, break. And she saw a bus. With a weird looking guy in the bus who didn't well look like a passenger. But a carer rather.
    That bus was creepy, in literal sense. It had become obvious that it was pretty old, with rusted corners and worn off tires.
    It looked like the Nirbhaya case bus. With the creepy looking carer to mention. She was scared, her hands were shaking and she began her daily prayer as she took her EarPods out.

    She began walking in a faster pace. She walked faster. She tried to navigate the pepper spray she had, she tried to recollect every book that she'd read till now about self defence.

    And she walked even faster, and the bus still was behind her. getting faster as she paced. She walked through. In the light street, in a residential area.

    She remembered as she was walking the Netflix series Delhi Crime and how disturbing it was just to watch.

    She looked behind.
    Kept looking.
    She heard nothing.
    Nothing even came grabbing her front front.
    It was her mind. It all was in her mind. Her day of verdict she remembered when she hit her raper with her pair of heels, and now women killed the raper in court.
    But still fear persists.

    Her thoughts blind in the nocturnal caused,
    As the flower ceased that day,
    The bruised tampered face,
    Blood in the inside of her thighs,
    How she walked in pain,
    How she wiped the blood all by herself,
    How she pained, cried and cried.
    Darkness, the blood, the pain, the depression, and the mind's play of memories
    And the women who continually say,
    Was she wearing clothes quite inappropriate.

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  • tanishqa_ 12w

    Yeah.
    I see your eyes.
    As you look at me.
    Pure, and wide as you see,
    Brighter and happy that I appear,
    You say you fall deeper for me.

    You say I'm cute, I look nice, I'm smart wise and witty,
    I see as you take small opportunities to talk daily.
    In those small embraces, I get your vibe,
    Continually so, thinking that it is me but wrong,
    But as your black dark eyes look towards me,
    I question myself,
    How could you fall for your bully?
    Your heart so pure, or you too naïve,
    But again,
    How could you fall for your bully?

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