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  • ananya_writes_ 30w


    A withered diary, hidden necklace
    Kept safe, a shining bracelet;
    Just another dead end,
    Just another beautiful dying secret…

    Songs on loop, books of stars,
    Visions i couldn’t really escape;
    Pages full of hopes and hurt, now lost,
    Maybe I’ll just save your mix tape

    Pearls of words, melodies of lost love,
    Adorns all that I see; I’m hurt and yearning for more;
    Scars of moon, all the stars we named,
    What’s left of us now? Just a haunting lore?

    Roads crossed, for a moment,
    To run away from each other; apart we drifted;
    Would our paths come together again, or was that all?
    Would I just be the fever you can’t forget?

    All the maps of stars you gave me,
    All our stories and dreams, slowly turning blur;
    I’ll let you haunt my dreams, not escaping your spell,
    Only if you let me be the disaster you won't ever recover…

  • ananya_writes_ 32w


    Stepping into the frozen lake,
    Moon sleeping in shadow of us;
    Within the dark forest, far away,
    Sweet memories enticing me, now all lifeless

    Hollow voices all around,
    colder than the dark waters;
    Even the stars gave up tonight,
    Clouds hiding every ounce of hope, oh the horrors…

    Taking in the cold air,
    Looking at the shadows coming to life,
    Ghost of me and you, living their lives,
    I submerge, seeing our story for one last time

    Every lost hope, broken promise
    Comes back rushing in, making me heavy;
    Falling down into the depth of the hell,
    Grinning, I let go of the last breath, such a pity…

    Looking at us, now hollow,
    I fight with the water, darker than the night;
    Blurry faces before me, smiling at my death
    Faces of you and me, devoid of any love, any light…

    Fighting for breathe, on my way up,
    Leaving us behind, to be lost;
    Few moments of dreams of our story,
    Who knew this high would be the cost?

  • ananya_writes_ 33w

    Love, heartbreak, moveon

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    Broken Flowers

    Another bet gone wrong,
    Another night of broken heart;
    To reach the sweet dreams I saw,
    Breaking again, how many times do I start?

    Reaching the start line again,
    All promises, bleeding away,
    After another storm, on the road
    Only broken flowers and dead hopes lie

    Letting go of all mistakes
    Of us, wrapped in a letter of sorry;
    Hoping peace is where our story lost,
    Adorned with tears, I let the past free

    I'll hold onto the heart so weak
    To mourn over all dreams I shatter,
    Alone, I'll tend to my wounds,
    Just to risk again, this time holding a dagger

  • ananya_writes_ 36w


    You heard it too?
    The layers in your favourite song,
    Dreaming of the person you yearn,
    I see you wait out in the cold, since how long?

    Oh how stubborn you're,
    Hoping against all stakes of hopes;
    Oh how I pity you,
    Hurt and still standing, fighting your ghosts

    Who broke your dreams again?
    I see you mending your heart,
    To gift it once again to the soul you love,
    To be broken again, with the same shard...

    Crying, you reach me, to move on,
    Holding your head high, in your pride;
    The next moment, a memory of your story,
    And you run back, teardrops on your pillowcase, dried...

    The hand that held yours is gone;
    Promises those brought back life, sounded so true;
    Hopes you had, now hanging in air,
    For once fall in love, with the poem named you

  • ananya_writes_ 38w


    Ah another new song
    To write to once more;
    Ah another broken heart,
    I’m upset again, something you adore

    Here’s to another risk,
    I take in name of our story;
    To forget how you hide,
    Crawling out when you like; it's that easy?

    Through those mixed signals,
    Are you trying to lose me too?
    Promising me again and again,
    Are you trying to love me? Be true

    Had held onto your hand,
    To smile more, to craft few more dreams;
    But this game of hide and seek,
    I am so lost, where do you run to, whose realms?

    Shadows circling my sky
    New fears every day, ever again
    Are those echoes of my past?
    Or are they sirens of your game?

    Frozen at your indifference
    Melting with songs you sing;
    Where do I go now?
    How do I escape this boxing ring?

    I can see you honey,
    For a change, I’ll be your villain,
    I’m tired you see, waiting,
    So I’ll be playing with you, your own game..

  • ananya_writes_ 38w


    A new fear every other day,
    A new magic you show;
    A new dress I wore today
    Just another day I try to let you go

    Fears you face, I’m sorry,
    From someone who belongs to me;
    Within moments of smiles
    I lose you again, it’s not easy

    I’ll be there even if you’ll leave
    Even if I’ll be fighting my nightmares;
    I’ll chose you over my fears yet,
    But I’m worn out, I too need some care

    Another poem I wrote today,
    Another song I found last night,
    Another dream I crafted for us,
    Who do I tell now, against my mind, how I fight?

    I’m sorry I’ll give in to
    My fears now, I’m tired;
    Call my name, when you’d want,
    I can’t see right now, everything's blurred

    If you could see me
    If you'd known I'm hurt again;
    Waiting for you to smile once more
    I'm losing mine away, with the pain

    Even if you’ll forget me one day
    I’ll keep you alive in my musings;
    Even if I’ll not exist to you one day
    You can be sure you’ll be in someone’s writings

  • ananya_writes_ 39w

    Love, fear, hope

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    Apologies, I got lost again,
    Where I shouldn’t have gone,
    I’ll visit the house I demolished yesteryear,
    Even if except me, it is visited by no one..

    I say do not walk to days of gone,
    And proudly stroll to my ghostly cities;
    Am I scared enough to dream again?
    Or am I comforted by rubbles of my stories?

    I’ve no courage left dear,
    Build a new home with new plans;
    Promises change, our hearts would too;
    Praying for a home, with hammer in my hands...

  • ananya_writes_ 39w

    The song

    If I could let you in,
    The world I’m always lost in;
    If I could draw you the emotions,
    Painting the canvas of my soul, on my skin

    If I could write you a prose,
    The rhythm of the beating heart;
    If I could sing what the heart yearns,
    The waves crashing on your shore, another start

    If I could touch you once,
    In your dreams take you with me;
    If I could show you the hell within,
    The meadows so sweet and full of sin

    If you’d walk with the slow song,
    That of my soul, somewhere new;
    If you could step beside me,
    Show me the world you belong to

    If you’d sing the songs,
    Those you hear, your soul’s whispers;
    If you’d let me see through your eyes,
    All the angels and demons you harbour

    Locked in our distant hearts,
    Sitting safely on our thrones as castaways;
    Would it be a life together to remember,
    Or just another story we throw away?

  • ananya_writes_ 96w

    Something I had wrote on my way to home from school, 7 years ago. Life was way simpler back then:

    'I was still in the bus, on my way to home,
    in the ride along with other passengers,
    when I remembered something and my eyes shone,
    that the land just got showers as monsoon beginners;

    I looked at the sun almost on the horizon,
    which as if were retreating after work all day,
    and said as if it had tired and so its done,
    indicating that night would soon come to colour the sky grey;

    I turned my pair of eyeballs to the other side,
    Where there were still the clouds who had recently poured,
    on the land as its poem and its smile's guide,
    who used its strength all and so now lowered;

    My mind raced to all the thoughts of its own lane,
    where I had cried and smiled altogether,
    sometimes in sunny, windy or sometimes in rain,
    so that no one would have gathered my heart's weather;

    I thought who must have cried in this shower,
    To not allow anyone see their precious tears,
    So that they could smile again, using all power,
    to resist own pain and laugh to brush away other's fears;

    How the raindrops had painted the infinite,
    by all the beautiful 7 colours they could use,
    and tell everyone as if the coming nite,
    would give them happiness after the cry they'd choose;

    I thought how much the raindrops had tried,
    to bend the light and disperse it for others,
    so that they could smile after they had cried,
    to do good to the unknown sisters n brothers.'

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    I looked at the sun almost on the horizon,
    which as if were retreating after work all day,
    and said as if it had tired and so its done,
    indicating that night would soon come to colour the sky grey

  • ananya_writes_ 96w


    What is built not to be broken?
    Why would you think, we are sane?
    For our lust of trampling on souls,
    We are ourselves, the poisonous snake

    A hope is what, hearts cling to
    For another morning's shine,
    Breaking the hopes of lost souls
    We break them more, for our own smile

    It could have been a better world
    If every scar mattered to all,
    Be quick, or you might lose
    witnessing them, fall from their lives...