I love him, the night, The darkest Hue of the skies (≡^∇^≡)

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  • u_star 1d

    Hey everyone. I just penned this down a little while ago which is in my original style. It's been a while since I wrote something which is more like me and I hope you all would give it a read. Thank you @lovesmessenger to help me find myself. Good night all lovelies. (^._.^)ノ☆

    **✿❀★☆ ������ �������������� ☆★❀✿**

    I saw her, a girl who danced with the wind,
    She looked like she has never sinned,
    She seemed to believe in magic,castles and elf ,
    She sang a song for him and herself .

    She smiled heartily whenever she met him,
    She loved him though he was a pilgrim,
    She let him caress her and play with her hair,
    She giggled her cute giggle at his stare.

    She let him touch her curves and hold her by her waist,
    She'd go shy and his lips she went to taste ,
    Unlike any kiss it was cold yet soothing,
    They comprehended each other's words without much talking.

    I saw her, the girl I am talking about in the reflection,
    She is me and different is our love's connection ,
    The one who stole stars and moonlight and embedded in my eyes ,
    I fell in love with him, the night, the darkest hue of the skies.

    28th Feb'2021


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    I'm sorry I'll be unable to be back anytime soon but I'll try my best. Warm hugs to everyone out there who are genuinely waiting for me . I love y'all and yes I do remember each one of you. To everyone reading this I hope you all are doing fine and having a good time. A very good day ahead (≡^∇^≡)♡

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  • u_star 3w

    Hiya Unicorns! Me is back and me missed all of my lovelies. I apologize in advance for the long read. Hope y'all don't judge me for penning something like this down.I'll catch up with you all real soon and thank you so much for asking about my well being. (≡^∇^≡)♡


    **Might Not Be Suitable for Young Audience To Read**

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    5th Feb 1950 , I remember everything about that evening . Who would have known that a heartless person such as me would drown in love with a miss he saw for the first time at that ball.

    I had just entered the room and some lady in her ravishing maroon ball gown rushed past me hurrying towards the dancing area of the ballroom . I know what I was going to do for the rest of the evening after beholding such a pulchritudinous woman in her late 20s . I sat on a chair belonging to the bar which faced the ballroom. And I can not wait ,to commence narrating it to you how wildly my eyes played with her curves with a distance at which I was located.

    I have read about the "reciprocate towards stimuli" but little did I know it were just mere words to curtain cover over my actions that I reckon being foreign to me that evening . Everything, every thought that ran through my mind ... made me feel like she had activated some part of my "hormones" which I had only read about, let alone the adrenaline rush.

    I heard some lady addressing someone named "Rosemarie" from far across the room and my eyes glistened when I acknowledged that its the name of "my woman ".Funny how I thought to myself that she is mine though we didn't even exchange our greetings. The only thing soaking me up in despondency is that this happened in erstwhile from the era I'm writing this in.

    I was jealous of how her ball gown gave a perfect cwtch to her ever perfect body. I was envious of the mid of her sweetheart neckline because it exactly terminated at the inch of her skin where I wanted to leave my "trademark" . Oh, how much I wished for her to sit on my laps so that I can kiss her back all the way down till where her backless dress ended . I was unable to control myself from knowing the temperature of her body, would it be cold as a result of the weather and her skin-showing dress or hot as she was dancing some stupid ball dance with a guy who doesn't even deserve to behold her. Oh , how much I fancied pulling her long melanoid elf-lock which would make her skin have a medley with the warmth of my closeness whilst she would be sitting on my laps. I would bite her earlobe betwixt my lips hungry for her taste and then continue kissing till her high raised collar bones giving it the limelight it deserved. I couldn't stop imagining about how she would moan while I bit her passionately on her neck which would leave a greenish purple hue on her milk like skin . After that, I wanted to wrap my arms around her waist giving her a backward jerk and then advance my head forward to eat all of her sweet moans making the silence dance the same rhythmic dance which my heart would have been enjoying.

    I blinked for a second and lose the sight of her . She wasn't near any vision my eyes ransacked her in. I sighed and asked for a refill to the innocent bartender who was unaware of my situation.This time a strong one. As the bartender gave me the drink I requested for , I hear a sweet voice asking for classic red wine almost giving me a reverie and I swear it wasn't because I'd been drinking for a long while . She was standing right besides me and I couldn't help but loathe myself for being able to imagine about all the things I would have done to her but I couldn't. I wanted to extend one of my arms wrapping it around her waist and swirl her right where she belonged, to me. My diabolical mind at that time had suggested me to lift her up and make her sit on the table of the bar and commence to tear her dress up as if it was the only barrier I thought we had. I clenched my teeth as I was on my verge to lose my calm and do all the things to her I was just able to imagine all this while. I was so furiously jealous of the drink as that mere inanimate thing messed up with her red lips the way I wanted to. She swallowed the last bit of her drink the way I wanted her to swallow my passionate kiss .Oh how much I wished to explore the galaxy she hides in her mouth unraveling it entirely to myself.

    She took a leave after a while she finished her red wine. When she left , I felt like she took a huge piece of me with her sabotaging all the visions I envisioned and I was not able to subjugate it . That evening, my dear , was the only love experience I've ever had and I comprehend that it will be buried with me. Sad that I am not in the vicinity of her visions or in her acknowledgements but the way I felt for her will always be summoned by these pages I decided to bleed my first love on.


    8th Feb'21

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  • u_star 6w

    Will be taking a short break. Hope this piece justifies enough to be the last one for this month .I wrote something like this for the first time as this isn't my style but hey , there is a first time for everything.Let me know in the comment section below how you liked this?


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    prejudice or discrimination against individuals with a dark skin tone, typically among people of the same ethnic or racial group.

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    Kissed by the angels when she was born ,
    With her exotic , exclusive and "different skin tone,
    She didn't know it will be arduous to go even for a mile,
    With a society that ridicules a skin tone like hers and that could steal away her smile,
    She was a little princess of her parents,
    She was bestowed with cerulean eyes, beautiful smile and many talents,
    But when she grew a lil' older her peer never forgot to point out her darkness,
    Reached home that day crying ,sobbing and losing her sacredness,
    Was rejected by the first love of her life,
    'Coz she was not "Fair & Lovely"and with herself she was in a strife ,
    Now she is twenty and looks like a pulchritudinous woman,
    The people who scarred her heart are now all forgotten,
    She wears red lipstick and dress that shows her perfect curves ,
    She is bold in the way she talks and poignant in the way she carries herself ,
    She got everything that she deserves ,
    She is perfect medley of beauty and brains,
    She now helps the girls who are under accentuated like her ,
    Yes she is dark, yes she is beautiful and when she walks in everything else is a blur,
    Like a warrior she fought the rude remarks and didn't let it dim her abilities,
    But most importantly she kissed away all her ������������������������.

    // Wear that dress you thought doesn't suit your skin tone,
    Pout like a model with your favorite lipstick on ,
    Walk in red heels and a tight white dress if you want to,
    Give a big ✌➖☝ to the world when needed to //

    (Coz you can shine and smile and dance and love and be loved just like everyone else! )


    19th Jan'21
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  • u_star 6w

    I'm sorry if this doesn't make any sense, lol, I am so unsure about readers understanding this..I don't know I'm just getting better at writing trash ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

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    I'll remind you of stars when you will look into my eyes. I'll lay on the meadow with you staring at the stars though it's late at night .

    I'll hold your hand tight and rush you into the rain with me. I'll let you cling to me by my waist pulling me closer to the warmth of your body. I'll smile diving into your eyes and tip toe to kiss you. I'll let you kiss me passionately while allowing the little droplets of water to tease our skin.

    I'll watch the sun setting down the mountains spoiling the serene azure sky with its romantic hues of amber and scarlet with you. I'll let you play with my melanoid hair and laugh looking like a Deity. I'll let you stare at me for as long as you want to.

    I'll let you run down your fingers through every inch of my skin and let me kiss at places nobody else did before.

    I'll watch movies with you leaning on your shoulder. I'll drink water from the same glass you drank from and eat with same spoon you ate with.
    I'll laugh so merrily and like those in the anime movies making you fall in love with me all over again. I'll do your favourite things with you and make you happier each time you come closer to my radar.

    But don't fall in love with someone like me. I'll wreck your heart , shatter you and poke your soul innumerable times so that it becomes equal to void. Don't fall in love with my smile , with my eyes, with my face and with my voice. Don't fall in love with Me as a whole because I'll turn you into nothingness when I leave you and you'll exactly be reminded of why love hurts the most. So when you meet me and fall in love with me don't blame me for not coming with a Warning.

    15th Jan'21
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  • u_star 7w

    ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇◦•●◉✿ ������������ ���������� ✿◉●•◦⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ 

    Life is so uncertain and love is uncertainty at its best. Today, while brewing the coffee I just had this little thought running through my mind that just few years ago, he was there in the kitchen staring at me like I'm the best piece at an Art Exhibition. I would hum any random song and he would just come and stand behind me saying that he loves it when he is closest to me. His warmth was the most comforting thing and very therapeutic for me and together we were a perfect definition of hopeless romantic . For a coffee, that would take normally five minutes I would purposely take twenty minutes as I enjoyed the little fairytale I was living in. He would often ask me what takes me so long and I would answer him that I pour out all the love I have for him and yet nothing could ever sum up to the enormous amount of adoration I have for him. I told him that good things take time and this is the exclusive one. He named my coffee as Melody's - Special as he was very sure that no one could make it like I do. Luther would hold me by my waist and we would swing and dance to the song I hummed .Then , his arms would just cling me into a classic "hug-from-behind" and a cottony peck on my neck received from him would turn me so red that I could have boiled the coffee by just dipping my index finger in the cup. He would then whisper a soft, "I love you " and here's how my coffee would turn sweet. We enjoyed drinking it in our garden watching the two butterflies playing and chasing each other cheerfully. Those little but adorable creatures seemed to have visited us everyday at this time of the morning. The sunrays would hardly penetrate through the clouds but its soft lights were enough to add to our romantic mood. The dews were still seen on the little roses we planted together and the birds could be heard chirping in their nests and join blithely to our little lovey - dovey song.

    I almost had tears in my eyes realising that I'm not living the same life anymore. The cold zephyrs which were once soothing pierced my heart as it snapped me back to the reality. I wish I didn't over accentuated our love and should have noticed instead how it dwindled away as if it was never there. He always assured me that he would love me in the ways anyone can ever will and the fact that he was the one to fall out of it makes my "love is just a fairytale in books" belief stronger . How it ended is something I would like to desert from my memory and that is the only reason I am not writing about it. I take my cup of coffee and sit in the same garden that now has wilted roses perfectly depicting our love story. I start to work on my laptop pretending anything like this never happened . But the sun rays that I thought would be soft and gentle at this period of the morning reminded me of the drought that Luther brought in my life . That's why they say "Sunshine all the time makes a desert. "

    11th Jan'21
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  • u_star 8w


    A Cheery Hello To Everyone !
    I hope everyone is having the best time of the year ,in their own dearest way. I'm sorry for my late wishes but A Very Merry Jolly Molly Christmas to everyone who's still stuck with me and yes of course, A Very Happy New Year.
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    I was so naïve to believe that Running away was a solution,
    So I packed my bag and filled it with paraphernalia ,
    I thought that was enough for me to survive an eternity of life,
    And hoped I was going to an alluring Paradise.

    Why did I flee away with the zephyrs, wasn't the question,
    "What was I running away from ? "in my heart this thought made an accommodation,
    I hoped for it to get answered , but I ran out of imagination,
    This sorrowful query emerged out of my agitation.

    Soon I comprehended that "Everyone, Everything" was the answer,
    Maybe I left my place in search of a Life Enhancer,
    But to no avail I found none,
    I should've looked in the mirror instead of ransacking earth for The One.

    Far away where I was, I cognized that everything is same,
    Except I'm able to breathe the air of freedom here and I have nobody to blame,
    The green is greener and peace is more peaceful,
    Yet I don't like it here and for my life I've become more doubtful.

    I was so naïve to believe that Running away was a solution,
    When the answer was always within me,
    I always strolled alone when The Problems almost chocked me,
    I looked up at the sky so that my tears stay in.

    I stroked my own head assuring and reassuring myself that I'm doing well,
    Rather than where we are, in more serene place we wish to dwell,
    We want someone to whisper in our ear that we are going to be okay,
    But when it is The Time everyone leaves you astray.

    I'm grateful to the stars that twinkled with my tears,
    I'm thankful to the clouds that hugged me in my atrocious fears,
    Just like the GlowSticks you need to break first in order to glow,
    "Brave Is Always Bruised" every fighting soul in despondency should know.

    ★☆★In Deadliest Storm Or In Horrendous Cyclone,
    O' Darl' in your life YOU HAVE TO FIGHT ALONE ★☆★

    //Starting right now I'll be strong
    I'll play my fight song
    And I don't really care if nobody else believes
    'Cause I've still got a lot of fight left in me//


    Written :- 19:53;31st Dec'20.
    Posted:- 00:00;1st Jan'21.
    Edited :- 15:53;5th Jan' 21 .
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  • u_star 11w

    Heya everyone! I hope everyone is doing well and keeping up with their studies and health . I thought over posting it and I always thought that I shouldn't because this is utterly absurd thing to even write about .But again I thought of giving this little piece a chance ... ; )


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    She was with me when I stepped into adolescence ;
    With a heavy heart I accepted the one who had a capacious core .
    I still remember the grade I was in and the commencement wasn't an allure ;
    Was too young to comprehend the altruistic sense of an inanimate being , I was so unsure.

    She was maybe the lady luck in my life, at that passing moment ;
    I was too late to realise this and I loathed her for a long time which now has no possibility of amendment.
    She cheered me up when I failed in things I had great connoisseur in ;
    Besides the moon in solitude she kept count of all my tears that abandoned me when vulnerable I have been.

    Days mingled with Years and Years dwindled into forgotten moments ,
    I cognized too late that she'd accompany me only for four years ;
    Yet she stood by my side at times when I betrayed myself ;
    To my pale and lifeless life she adhered her pulchritudinous self.

    While departing from her today she looked me in my melanoid eyes and I beheld things to us that belong ;
    Her tranquil gaze played me memories of times she celebrated me and also of times she had made me stand strong .
    Many of those atrocious times as of when my someone dearest forever journeyed to heaven , she unleashed from her authentic form and I felt like to me she was hugging ,
    This was a little tale of a novice writer who wrote about the medley of emotions she shared for the most inconceivable friendship of Herself and Her Ring.


    10th Dec'20

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  • u_star 13w

    This was literally a tough topic to write on in my consideration, yes you might think its contradictory for you coz you all are word jeweled writers. I didn't do a great job in expressing my emotions but I've been rusty these days come on y'all know how it goes. So here it is me trying to decipher feelings for us all.


    Another meaningless day mingles with sleepless night , I lay awake as I whisper a question which reaches my mind with the zephyr . I ask , "What is it that we really await? " The moon gleams , assuring to bring tranquility to my restless mind. "What does really make us happy? " yet another query is pumped in my veins by my untamed core....


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    When you pour all of your love to everyone dear to you 'cos they do the same,
    It leaves a roseate blush on your cheeks,
    But why do you feel that tiny bit of melancholy in
    in your heart?
    You don't know for to know you are out of techniques .

    When The Winters is your beloved time of the year,
    And you feel delightful about it,
    But why does its wind carry the gist of despondency?
    You don't know because you didn't try a bit.

    When the sun sets and spills navy hues onto the sky,
    Being a Nyctophile your eyes gleam brighter than the stars,
    But why the moon appears sad to you and the shimmer of the stars effortless?
    You don't know for you believe that to comprehend it you should be one of the czars .

    After cogitating for a long time what I comprehend is,
    It is not loving or being loved that we really long for,
    It is the �������������� of being loved that we really await,
    It is not the winters that we really long for,
    It is the �������������� of warmth in cold days that we really await,
    It is not the night that we really long for ,
    It is the �������������� of being in light of the moon and stars in such darkness that we really await.


    28th November 20

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    // ������ �������������� ������������ ���������������� //

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  • u_star 16w

    Hey There Mates... Yeah the wind carried me away with it again and this time I took a lot of time to come outta it. I have missed many events here and no one can feel more guilty than me. But, as I say better late than never. Here, I am posting one of my old posts again. Hope you all pay me a visit and lets exchange our cheery hellos ♡ .

    ✿❀✿❀ ������ ���������� ���� ������ ���������� ✿❀✿❀

    Have you ever been in love ?
    The kind where your heart feels tranquil and flutters like a pulchritudinous dove .
    I'm a Moon Angel , daughter of Moon herself and The Darkness ,
    I'll narrate you my story if you want me to and trust me , to comprehend it its not very arduous .

    I'm born every night , I breathe , I dance , I sing ,
    But as soon as the mere scarlet rays of the sun touch the sky , you'll see me no more as a real being .
    The one I adore is not an angel or a demon but he is the brother of Sun himself , for me he is appropriate ,
    He helps the Sun to rise above the horizon and even rest below it with his golden chariot .

    I met him when it was TWILIGHT ,
    When the scarlet rays of The Sun were rose pink and not very bright .
    His hair glowed as if he would bathe in the liquified gold ,
    His body shone as if when any metal kept on him would beautifully mold .
    His eyes had thousands of glitters from the broken rays of The Sun ,
    Like him , in these thousand million years , I have witnessed no one .

    But we could never really write poetries ,
    I'm talking about the ones where you write on each others lips .
    He never could touch my melanoid hair ,
    The differences that we had is only what we really shared .

    But can we really mingle ?
    Or are we always going to be like oil and water , Summer and winter ?
    Is it that we can only meet each other when the sky can divide itself in halves ?
    Watching us being in love , even the sky laughed .

    Just like Yin - Yang where darkness is necessary for the light to prevail ,
    Where evil is necessary for the goodness to sail ,
    Where Night is necessary for the Day to be awake ,
    We were really significant for each other's sake .

    We never can kiss each other Good Night ,
    We can never walk holding hands , its not alright .
    We both still get bruises and burns when we meet each other at The Nightfall ,
    I wait all night only for his call .

    The Resplendent Twilight , you say ,
    We don't even know for how short at that time with each other we stay ,
    So whenever you behold The Crepuscule I hope you think of this story ,
    The thought that me and him can never be together makes me loose my glory .
    I have been shedding tears and asking for help for so long that I forgot even my own authentic avatars,
    The tears that I have been shedding got scattered in the dark blanket of the sky is what Humans now call ������ ����������.

    //������ �������������� ������������ ���������������� //
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