abinaya14

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  • abinaya14 3w

    If moon was a lamp,
    I would hug it close and seek its comfort.
    It gives me warmth from far away,
    Just imagine if it sits as a lamp in my desk.

    If moon was a lamp,
    I would carry it with care and shower it with love.
    Repaying for all the lonely nights,
    It kept me company and make me feel loved.

    But, if moon was a lamp,
    Would it miss the company of sun,
    Whom she has dearly grown to love,
    Who's light she emitted as her own,
    Who's presence she longed for and at days
    Stayed few extra minutes to sight upon her love.

    Would she be happy to be able to feel the sun's warmth,
    But never getting the warmth of staying a few minutes extra to get a glimpse of her sun.
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    @kp_singh I got the idea from your writing! Hope you don't mind me using the first line ��

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    If moon was a lamp...

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  • abinaya14 3w

    Dark

    Dripping down the empty soul
    Dragging you through the corridors,
    Dancing around the blank night
    Drowning you in a ocean of fright,
    Don't try to lit up and set alight
    Dry shadows might creep up to stroll.

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  • abinaya14 3w

    #enso #wod #writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork @miraquillapp @miraquill @writersbay

    I actually have a tattoo of enso! Life is all about happy accidents! Just as how a strawberry in the shape of a mango is something to celebrate, people who don't live according to conventionally set standards are to be celebrated as well.

    *purple which I added in the last line reflects to the meaning of the color according to BTS. Purple means forever according to V, an idol from BTS.

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    Enso

    Life is fully shaped around imperfection
    Imperfection is the definition of beauty,

    We make friends with rejection
    And perfection remains all as duty,

    The dirt on your clothes and hand
    Acting as evidence to you experiencing life,

    The grass growing on the uneven land
    Just a bit more beautiful than perfectly mowed lawn,

    Shells and stones along with the sand
    Adding more beauty to the beachy dawn,

    A brushy stroke of incomplete circle,
    Adding beauty to life filled with purple.

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  • abinaya14 4w

    Just tried to personify what depression and anxiety would be according to me.

    #personification #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Her gente hands still engulf me at times,
    Gulping down all my warmth she leaves me in a pile of shiver,
    With dancing dark clouds accompanying her,
    Rythmic overthinking singing to the tune
    Of my rapid beating heart-
    Tapping fingers against the table echoing in a chime,
    Making my eyes foggy in a blur,
    But, I'm still willing to forgive her,
    For, without her there wouldn't be this piece of heart.

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  • abinaya14 5w

    What died before death?
    Is it the hope to live that you are asking about,
    Or the will to move forward for another day?
    The cold air basking in the warmth of breath,
    A lonely walk towards the doom before death,
    Life colored with hues of blue and grey.





    ©abinaya14

  • abinaya14 5w

    The moment between saying goodbye and leaving
    The walk towards never seeing you again,
    The lingering warmth of your hand,
    As we took our last walk-
    A lone girl and familiar song grow with each other
    I loved you a little more than I loved myself,
    Remember, you'll have place to stay,
    In my mind always.

    ©abinaya14

  • abinaya14 5w

    I was never a spec of dust
    I'm a disaster, like haboobs-
    I wreck havoc in places that I visit
    Not like some insignificant spec of dust.

    Maybe I'm not even dust which leaves trail,
    I'm like air which is only felt when swayed
    With no real recognition of it till the end
    Maybe I'm painting my night with happy lies.

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  • abinaya14 5w

    Is there an answer in those blank pages
    Those which were once filled with ink
    Ink filled with melancholic emotion
    With a sweet melody the pages flip
    Sway with the wind and leaves,
    The blinding blankness leaves traces
    Of those words which get lost in a blink.

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  • abinaya14 5w

    I'm painting the night with happy lies
    To clinch onto them while I sleep,
    With the stars decorating the world of lies I create
    And the moon standing guard to them,
    My world of happiness spreading through the skies
    As the day has paused with everyone else asleep,
    The beauty of the lies expand and dilate
    As the day dawns, the lies get condemned.

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  • abinaya14 5w

    Tu me manques

    As the moon shines brightly looking forward to the first ray of sun,
    At times staying longer to bathe in the warmth of her sun,
    I long for your presence even if I can't stay to enjoy it.

    ©abinaya14