¡.Sara's🌠scribblings.!🇮🇳
@winged_silence
••slipping thru' time⏳~hopping on words🔖silence & in-between🧩spaces•• ~scattered on far side of🌕moon~ ••pressed🎶dry in fragrant🌷diaries••
I fear touch my wings are clip on.. I fear touch my colours bleed black.. I fear touch my fragility is not an excuse.. I fear touch I've known tampering of soul.. I fear touch fingerprints illuminate in absence.. I fear touch as body is mortal, soul bears curse of eternity.!
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#Crimson reposting #vss365
Smear your crimson, brush it with my scarlet, Color the horizons, in our shades of Passion.. Watching sunset, wrapping velvety night, smouldering under the stars, in our moments of Union.. When it turns silent & lone, hold me close, fitting all universes in our Sacred Souls...!
A passing thought stopped midway, peered at me, judging my gait.. I stumbled waiting for the passing thought, to pass me by.. I stand at crossroads, I don't want to choose or decide & fail again, I want to be pushed.. So that I can blame the passing thought, I think it knows.!
Hazy mind conjures more haziness, to keep clarity away.. . . Sometimes, a clear mirror is the most nerve wrecking tool.. . . Perhaps harmless illusions make life bearable.. . . Perhaps someday I shall turn blind to details.. . . Perhaps today is just a glitch I want to reset....!
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Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. - Carl Sagan
Maybe a day I want to tear up in shreds, and keep in a neat box, like a badge of honour... I survived this....! 🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋🖤🦋
All the time... . . either is a curse, in its own way... . . knowing, . . feeling, . . but, (over)thinking, takes the trophy...!
I can watch this movie any day.. for moments that cannot be put in words, and their effect doesn't diminish with every watch.. One becomes a prop, a backdrop, or blows like the storm, folded in masterful storytelling..! Shutter Island, inhabits my mind.. and the question.....!
Which would be worse, to live as a monster or to die as a good man?
#Crimson edgy nervousness splashed across sky waves sip generously.. Sky dehydrates #crimson darkens thickens to a tarry quiet whisper, waves savour last few drops.. Intoxicated night floats I ease out, unfurl my hour drips in drops Dark embraces me without questions..! #vss365
Sun's last kiss Ocean sizzles gold The sky turns #crimson.. #vss365
#Crimson reposting . . #vss365
Sunset #contrarian crimson collided with sky's pastel hues.. Thirsty eyes watch in wait for gold droplets when horizon un-blinks.. Each drop traces a story lips tremble to utter tinged in 🖤's shame.. #Contrarian crimson will make do today My Gold is few sunsets away.. #vss365
A rare irritable day, when positivity spoils fun, motivation deflates my spirit.. . I don't dilute my sadness, as I savour it neat, it should burn in my throat.. . I've been numb, for a while.. . I want to shatter once again, a masochistic ritual, last time didn't hurt enough...!
I sear my insides with words, then unclip their wings, lock them in metaphors.. There's rage seething, under my skin, 'tis trapped words, clawing their way out, waiting.. On a moonless night, they enter grieving sighs, float in black bubbles, released in screaming cries....! 🖤
~Of hypnosis~ A second attempt, but quietly blowing off the night.. If sleep hears my plans, it will hide in its usual spot.. Despite knowing her whereabouts, I shall wait, out of courtesy.. Breathing, deep but slow.. Words rest on my chest, I hate to shake their slumber...!
Does moon lament phases, when night remains steady & tender in its hold..? Does moon yearn for completeness, dreads its far side embarrassed of its craters.? Is moonless night a transient break up, and eternal love, cycles, recycles.? Are stars, scattered poems of the night..?
Mood right now....
Some days collapse like a flutter of wings, not butterflies, but a hornet's nest in the mind.. . . And i prefer the stings as the fluttering wings, make me nervous, stings are a way of life.. . . The "suddenness" of collapse, is the amusing part, collapse, in itself, the norm..!
Maybe emptiness is to be felt, not filled.. Maybe feeling inadequate, grew on me, with time.. Maybe i m okay being fragmented.. Maybe i fear perfect, ideal, complete kind of folks.. Maybe, m just a broken ordinary piece of plain glass, my poetry is the coloured illusion..! 🖤