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  • aivsairandhri 6w

    I wrote this for an online poetry competition,the topic was "return to nature"during the covid. But never heard of it afterwards ��
    It doesn't make much sense and yes it is too long ��

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the repost ❤️

    Walking through the burnt
    Ashes of a hectic life
    Combing for the crumbs
    Of a lost childhood
    The aroma of rebirth
    Sprouting in the backyard
    With its pellucid roots
    Grabbing me to the green
    Cracking the locked doors
    Of my distant eyes.
    Brewing grey nostalgia
    Metamorphosing to live
    Rainbow dusted memories.
    Hailing me with swishes and susurrus
    Descending to a lane of lost life,
    Rampage of echoing flashbacks
    Of a dead rosary pea calling me
    To collect tiny treasures,
    Soft scars left by touch-me-nots
    Buried somewhere beneath
    My frail synthetic shielded skin.
    The luminous trails of a snail
    Like the desperate rhizhome
    Of a potted plant
    Caressing the soaked wall;
    Following and falling to fights,
    A pirate handling cord moss,
    Gathered dappled lady birds
    In the palms carved by fate.
    Heard the flutter of a butterfly
    Smiling to the chasms of
    An uncertain life,
    Felt the swollen dead orchid leaves
    Ripened and yellow
    Drooping low to hide its flaky skin
    Black spots of cancerous decay
    Celebrating its slow death,
    Dead shells of maroon millipedes,
    Coiled carcasses;
    The coffin of a roamed past.
    Death was cabbage white,
    Lemon yellow and scarlet red
    A celebration awaiting revival.
    Smelt the wilted flowers
    drowsily drowning with dying time
    Adopting to press against the pages
    To fossilise the present
    For a mundane tomorrow.
    Nurturing and pruning
    A mutating mother
    Sprinkling potent pollens
    Of greenest imaginations,
    A beginning to ponder.

    Image credit to all the rightful owners.

    #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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    A Return to Nature

  • aivsairandhri 20w

    #medusa #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya #writersbay #cees_tp_chall #battle #past

    The worst battle is when you wage it against your own self and your past.
    Here, 'medusa' is the haunting past.

    Medusa slithers around
    Hissing the scaly past
    Turning present to stones
    And smashing them to scintillas
    Such 'eyeopeners',
    Their pity crash the ears.
    They giggle at the blindness
    And mock the escape plan.

    You had sworn to kill her
    But you are no perseus.
    You have no thunderbolt,
    No pegasus will fly to you
    You lost before the battle,
    You think and sigh.
    Then the puzzle gets solved
    The light at the end of the tunnel
    Has grown.
    Looking at Medusa
    You saw the marble tears.

    Its upto oneself whether to slay or to embrace their demons.

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  • aivsairandhri 22w

    #november #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #yaminiread #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya #writersbay

    Apricity flows like a silent stream
    Finds my frigid soul
    Cups my heart in its aureate arms
    Cascades to the blueth alleyways
    Where frostbitten leaves
    Cuddles the cold cobblestones
    The November breathes in me once again
    Cordolium dances around the fire
    Waving its selcouth self
    The thrum of its foot steps
    Starts something new
    Like a wildfire in the winter moonlight
    With bluish flames
    and heal the wounds.

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    November breathes in me
    once again;
    Like a wildfire
    in the winter moonlight
    With bluish flames
    and heal the wounds.

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  • aivsairandhri 31w

    #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #yaminiread #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya

    Pic credit to rightful owner.

    Its raining mahogony seeds
    The Spring in russet shades
    Shedding lances and ovals
    Over my dark brown shoulders,
    Caressing the auburn tresses.
    Camouflaging with my copper skin
    And rusty coral eyes,
    Once again Iam home.
    Musk scent of wet woods
    And petrichor upon cinnamon soil,
    Pours again coffee stained thoughts.
    The bronze sun wading my locks
    And kissing my split hairs
    Drying my tears,
    Burning the fears;
    Iam home.

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  • aivsairandhri 38w

    The silver sands
    Claustrophobic enough
    To break the hour glass
    And cut loose the time loops;
    I was one of them,
    Dying in each recurrence
    Losing worth in repetition.
    The apocalypse of our
    Quicksilver love
    And the resultant
    Acquaregiac tears
    Slowly liquified
    An old golden heart.
    I lived between them
    And died engulfed in them
    Without judging
    Whether it was pain or pleasure,
    In the end elegies
    Sprouted in the graveyard
    Of my mad moody mind
    After agony rained.
    The vermilion leaves
    Of autumn plays 'Gloomy Sunday',
    It falls on my eardrums
    As soothing farewell song.

    "Gloomy Sunday," also known as the "Hungarian Suicide Song", is a song composed by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress and published in 1933.

    #ceesreposts #bluepup #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #yaminiread #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya

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    Gloomy Sunday

  • aivsairandhri 43w

    നിഴൽ വീഴാത്ത സത്യം
    കനൽ ചിറകുകൾ പേറിയവൾ
    അമാവാസിയെ നോക്കി ,
    അന്ധകാരം കീചകവേഷം കെട്ടിയാടി,
    കെട്ടഴിഞ്ഞു വീണ മായ
    വെണ്ണീറായ് പറന്നു.
    കീചകവധം കഴിഞ്ഞൊരു സദസ്സിൽ
    അഴിച്ചിട്ട കേശഭാരം പിന്നെയുമെന്തോ
    അഗ്നിയിൽ പിറന്നൊരോർമ്മയിൽ
    ഞാൻ സൈരന്ധ്രി.
    ©Aiv sairandhri

    Unshadowed truth in its ordeal
    I looked at the blind moon,
    With embered feathers
    Embracing my self,
    Darkness put his villanious face
    But ruses burnt to ashes.
    Though truth breathed again,
    The burden of my loosened locks
    Speaks of another ordeal.
    I closed my eyes and remembered
    The first breath in the fire
    Who birthed me.
    Iam Sairandhri.
    ©Aiv sairandhri

    #truthbreathesagain #yaminiread
    #ceesreposts #whatsinaname #theresalotinaname #tbnc #writersbay

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    നൂറ്റവർ കറുത്തപുഷ്പങ്ങളെ
    വെളുത്ത ചായക്കൂട്ടുകളിൽ പുതഞ്ഞു
    നേരിനെ നെറികേടായി പറഞ്ഞുപാടി
    അഗ്നിശുദ്ധി വരുത്തിയ സത്യം
    ഒരു പ്രതിഷ്ഠപോൽ നിലകൊണ്ടു
    കണ്ണിൽ വെളിച്ചം വേദന പാകി.

    "What's in a name?!"

    There's alot in a name...

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  • aivsairandhri 47w

    You were an intruder
    In my lucid dreams
    A morpheus who
    Slept beside me
    in the bed of poppies
    Smoothing my locks
    And decking them with hemlocks,
    You recited archaic verses
    Where pegasus trodded
    The silver cotton clouds
    And chased away
    Crimson rays of the Golden sun.
    Apple blossoms kissed
    His pearly manes
    And the petals swayed
    With his gentle moves
    His redolent breaths
    Puzzled the bees
    And they swam
    Around him in ecstasy.
    Your chestnut curls
    Veiled your face then
    And your voice so thin,
    You smiled and paled away
    And I woke up to a cold dawn.

    #ceesreposts #bluepup #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #yaminiread #julietscorner #tanzread#shaliya

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  • aivsairandhri 49w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
    #julietscorner #yaminiread #tanzread
    #shaliya #cees_wow_chall
    Pic credit to the rightful owner.

    The azureous ocean of stars
    Lisps only your name,
    Nights turning to
    Combing curious constellations
    A quest to find your existence
    Never knew
    We were light years apart,
    Clasping the last fragments
    Of the stolen stardust,
    Speaking to shooting stars,
    I shrunk to myself
    A black hole,
    Vanishing to a void.

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