ankeeta

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Nothing defines me; nothing stops me and nothing makes me.

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  • ankeeta 30w

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    and all this time
    when I thought you're mine
    you were really living your dream
    oh, how beautiful you seemed

    it's all so hyped
    what them eyes see
    lay next to me
    tell me how your heart feels

    and when we is gone
    I'll be left alone
    a myriad of dreams
    of how a tired head fell asleep
    on the death bed of time

    You're mine.
    O' dear, were you mine
    all this time.

  • ankeeta 37w

    I have loved you a lot. So much more than you even deserve.
    And that is why you can replace me with brilliant ease. For you think every girl that comes along will love you with such profundity.
    Actually, they might; because you are just that lovely.










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  • ankeeta 63w

    Distance makes the heart wander
    Not every heart finds their way back home after
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  • ankeeta 93w

    at what point in life do we stop pretending
    like there's a competition
    of who got it worse
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  • ankeeta 108w

    Be as invested in loving people as you are in hating them
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  • ankeeta 115w

    Dear love,
    I had to tell you something. I am telling this in an open letter because it's too complicated a paradox for you to understand alone. Also, I kind of need a validation of what I conclude to be true. About love.
    All this started because, we both agree, destiny brought us together. I am not a religious person. But I definitely am somebody to trust the signs of the universe. And sometimes it just all feels topsy turvy, like I have misread some sign and hence I'll end up as a miserable old person because I deviated, contemplating if I have dugged down too deep and may be read it the other way round. I realize ups and downs exist but the downs still feel like the end of the world. This letter is about my side of the story, of a happy, or may be not-so-happy 365+
    I was reading this book The Zahir and something hit me. How love is bigger than obsession, attraction or just merely sticking together to pretend we are normal adults. Also, I figured it's normal to fall out of love even if that person has meant the world at some point, or may be even still does, but love somehow subsides giving way to monotony.
    For a person as flaky as me, a blunt confession it might seem, that happens pretty often. But here's the thing. I have not yet clearly determined as to which feeling or phase is to be called love precisely, but there's something that fills my heart with sudden storm of sadness everytime I think of leaving or giving up. It has been tough, this long year, of doubts and fights and bursts of loneliness even though I wasn't particularly alone, but somehow looking at your heart warming face melts all my troubles, even if that trouble is an absolute anger with you. I crave you at times and despise you at others, but I love you? Always.
    But love beyond the physical kind or the materialistic or even the realistic kind doesn't exist to me. But what does exist is including all that without classifying and a lot more. So much more that the world revolves around it. All our attempts to be loved and keep that one precious thing alive with the passion burning is what fuels our every other action, work, words.
    And somehow with all that makes me me, you are one important core stone, tugging on which might just crumble the whole building.
    From making desperate attempts to love you (because I had no clue how to), to my silent heart wrenching aches after you turn towards your home, (for the moment of depart however insignificant just breaks something inside me) I do not promise to be your forever, but, if this thing called the universe's plan is working fine, may it keep us together, may it keep us in love.

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  • ankeeta 119w

    How do you pretend everything is fine
    When nothing really is
    How do you sit back and watch your favourite memory fade away in whirls
    Like nothing ever was real
    What do you do when you realise its gonna break
    Your favourite human is becoming the absolute thing you didn't want them to
    As if everything perfect is just beyond this veil
    And this veil?
    It's not even real
    Or is the utopic dream that's the most surreal
    The house of cards fall
    And fall
    And fall
    With the touch of a trembling finger
    Extended only to make it stay
    And there it goes
    In the whirl
    Of wind and sand and dust and cards
    Mostly
    The cards
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  • ankeeta 119w

    I gave up
    On the only warm blanket
    For some fancy old ingle
    And when the woods run out
    The fire doesn't burn
    In a cold silver night
    Alone
    That torn old blanket
    Still in pieces
    All holes and dirt
    And well, so warm.
    Only if
    Ingles burnt for the rest of our life
    However scorch
    You wouldn't die loving one
    And die when love burnt out
    Everytime
    Because ingles
    Aren't phoenixes.

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  • ankeeta 119w

    Cross your heart and tell me the lie
    Of a thousand years
    Of kings and queens and happily ever afters
    The way love is supposed to live
    The queer demands no sympathy
    For only when love has lost all fights
    Of being the one and proving things right
    Has it thrived in melting hearts
    Not kings and queens
    But next door sweethearts

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  • ankeeta 130w

    Each note of the noise destroys
    Piece by piece
    My childhood
    So blissful, so merry once
    Now that it lays in ruins
    Of insults hurled at each other
    Penetrating through tight shut ears
    Every pillar trying so hard to hold on to
    Every pillar of different height
    The lopsided building slowly fracturing
    Moving towards its final demolition
    Right before the eyes of its builders
    How longer the fights
    How mightier the attacks
    How heartless the screams
    Will this be the end of the once blooming smiles
    Or shall it lay like the corpses of a dead city
    Every once a while
    A wind whimpering the golden leaves
    Trying to hint on a life.

    ©ankeeta