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  • arya_abhipsa 10w

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    September/26/2021 (9:00am)
    ©Arya Abhipsa

    Upon being asked "what makes you happy ?" I cannot think of anything else other than pictures which have captured a faraway memory I was smiling in. Because whenever my gaze slips on it, the time tends to stop there and my mind travels all the way down the memory lane, halting at that particular moment, reminding me that maybe cresent moons are adored only when hanging lose from the sky, and not when dwelling upon our lips.
    What makes you happy ?

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    pictures wombing me
    smiling without a moment's worry
    are the things that make me
    the most happy
    I've heard my laughs–
    silently echoing from them
    mumble into my ear,

    "maybe, an upturned cresent moon is made to capture hearts only when it is framed upon the sky, and not when it dwells upon our faces, threatening our breaths ?"

  • arya_abhipsa 10w

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    September/23/2021 (10:10 am)
    ©Arya Abhipsa

    The sun dies, only to let the moon breathe in the life sitting upon it's ashes. What is love, if not the gentlest tragedy in disguise?

    edit : @writersnetwork thankyou WN! good day <3

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    the sun is buried
    within the casket of her eyes
    the moon is cradled in
    the womb of mine
    when our lips meet
    I taste
    the ashes of
    and she breathes in
    the trembles of
    the bones of

    we're the dusk of tragedy
    and the dawn of peace

    © a r y a a b h i p s a

  • arya_abhipsa 11w

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    September/21/2021 ( Tuesday )
    ©Arya Abhipsa

    Them eyes say it all, more than words could ever dare. All we need is the thoughtfulness to decipher that the lips that are dressed up in curves at the corners to look like a smile are just a glance below the eyes that are hanging lose with thoughts that hold the power to wipe that smile out forever. 

    All we have to do is look.

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    if only we had searched for
    voiceless stories 
    tucked under the curves of
    each pair of eyes
    tragedies would have roamed

    on the streets of

    © a r y a a b h i p s a

  • arya_abhipsa 12w

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    September/15/2021 ( 18:15pm )
    ©Arya Abhipsa

    to me,
    people always appeared more enticing
    moments before they left
    and I would scatter like dandelion's pollens
    sighting in them the distant sun
    that paints the sky in hues of a
    f a r e w e l l
    minutes before the sunset

    / minutes of farewell desire to watch
    my emotions imitate the sunset sky /


    ps. Hey! :')

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    - ꜰ ᴀ ʀ ᴇ ᴡ ᴇ ʟ ʟ -

  • arya_abhipsa 25w

    ( yesterday's rain saved me from writer's block XD )

    11/June/'21 ( Friday )
    11:25 am

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    I look at you and the smile you struggle to rip off from your bellows-baked trachea isn't the first thing my eyes land upon . Rather , my gaze shadows at the calamitous stories clinging to your skin , at the corners of your mouth that don't twist well when your insides constrain you to smile and at the sighs that your lungs render homeless to inhabit the voids moulded by your tongue that refuses to utter a syllable.

    Dams built on your eyelids overpowered by vapourising drops of grief – drowning my irises into the wrath of a cataclysmic saga – when my vision collides with your form and bleeds watching it striving to marinate into the rotting earth below , I watch you rubbing veils over all the scars scratched on your body – like meteors searching for a place where they can turn into flames . Orphaned whispers run down like shivers down your spine :

    "��������'���� �������������� ���� ������ ���������������� ������������ �������� ������������ �������� ������ �������������������� �������� �������� �������������� ������ ����������"

    Yet , you fail to conceal the niches of the stigma mottled across the dips – the skin of your face plummets into – as if you're too determined to introduce to the world the putrescent epidermis layered upon your arteries – conducting currents of an unuttered catastrophe – like shreds of quilts tossed over a naked child dying slowly over a reckless street threatened by December.

    Scandals will pound upon eardrums , mounting over hideous mumers reciting how your skin turned into a crumpled canvas for someone's explorations one day . Nevertheless , below a tranquilizing moon , your tears flee from a pair of collapsing eyelids , irrigating thorns of your blemishes and stinging them again .

    And I'm left to wonder – ���� ���� ���� ���� �������������� ���� ���������� �������� ������ , ���� �������� ������ ���������� ���� �������� �������� ���������������� �������������� ������ ���������� �������������� ������ ������ ���� ���������������� ; ���� ���� ���� ���� �������������� ���� ���������������� �������� �������� ������������������ ���� ���� �������������� �������� �������� �������� �������� ������������ ������������ , �������������� ���� ���������������� ������ �������������� ���������� ���������� ���� ���������� �������� .

    There is something so tragic about you .
    © a r y a a b h i p s a

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind read , like and repost ! :^)��

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    t h e r e
    i s s o m e t h i n g s o
    T R A G I C
    a b o u t y o u

    © aryaabhipsa

  • arya_abhipsa 26w

    Theories have it that this song comes into play when you're in love with someone who wishes to end their own life . Fortunately enough , I've never fallen prey to a situation like this , but this song ( especially the 'prologue mix' version ) is my safe place and has my whole heart and I've tried to write here exactly what this song potrayes . #butterfly_aa


    @luvnotes_challenge_host Thank you so much for this beautiful challenge ma'am . Means a lot to all of us :^)��

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the ♡ :')

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    my gaze collapses
    into a lamenting mess
    just at the meanders
    of your receding smile
    but you're not looking at me
    you're watching the sun instead
    it's dissolving into the shadows
    of an infantile dusk
    you're looking at it
    as if it has tucked in some promises
    between the blends of the
    remaining hues of crimson in the sky –
    promises to return back
    once the moon folds the stars
    into another slumber


    you look at me all of a sudden
    and breathing upon your lips
    trying to make up
    for your exhausted lungs
    is a small smile –
    less of a smile
    and more of a dungeon
    for your tears to sink into
    so the world will never ask you
    for reasons
    of your eyes stealing
    shades of crimson from the sky

    ? ? , ?

    "no! don't!"
    i beg my silence to scream
    for courage to speak i don't have
    and courage to let you go
    i don't have either
    "don't say anything . not even a word."
    because i recognise that look
    metamorphosing over your eyes
    i know what you're trying to say
    "i wish my heart stops here –
    just at this moment
    so i'll blame it upon the sun
    and this sky
    for stealing my breaths away."
    but instead
    you whisper back an answer –
    an unexpected reply :

    "do people look into the eyes of someone or something they love the most and end everything – then and there , just so they'll be offered the blooms of a happy ending atleast ?"

    i look at you
    hoping to catch reflections
    of the sinking sun
    as you speak the words to me
    but instead
    find you looking at me
    eyelids parted like two palms
    begging for answers
    i turn away from you
    upon feeling the tickles
    of some threatening tears
    i don't wish for you to see me cry

    , ? ?

    like a butterfly you're
    i push my palms against each other
    to cup you in between
    but i realise
    how darkness sneak into the space
    between them to greet you
    so i spread my palms open
    to let the sunlight nibble at your wings
    but what if you fly away
    and break then ?
    you're scared to live
    and i'm scared to love
    so i pull you closer
    and whisper back to you
    "don't say anything ,
    not even a word
    just give me a smile"
    let the moment stop here
    just at the moment
    i have you here with me

    , . ' .

    15:00 pm

  • arya_abhipsa 27w

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    23:40 pm

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    ( V I O L E T �� ) @fairytales_

    Dearest Elsa / Jelly Bean / Jelsa

    This letter is for you ! I've named it "������������ �� ��������'�� �������� �� ���������� ���������� ������ ������������" , inspired by your post "THINGS I DIDN'T KNOW I LOVED BEFORE" . While writing , this made me realise how you're made out of the things you love you know ?

    Happy birthday to you , you beautiful human . We adore you a lot ! It's the second time celebrating your b'day already . Hard to believe isn't ? Time really just flies by . Anyways , I hope we get to spend many more birthdays of yours like this together , and not only in Mirakee , but in real too someday . I've to make you noseless too , go for a rollercoaster ride afterwards and finally , ask you the same question over and over again : "�������� ! ���� ������ ���������� ���������� �� �������������� ?" This is your gift from your purple fam . Hope you love it just the way we love you !

    Yours truly
    Anna / Baby Girl / Arya

    Letter part 1 : @the97_introvert
    Letter part 2 : @thesunshineloves
    Letter part 3 : @taekook_maknae
    Letter part 4 : @btslove
    Letter part 5 : @tamanna3
    Letter part 6 : @ak_anjali_daydreamzz


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    your face resembles an , the kind i would steal from a clandestine album and trade my heartbeats for it. only some revised numeral jammed together and etched between the folds of my mind provide the reminder of the years gone by or else, you're that burgeon under your eyelashes-heavy with an awe for the beauty that dwells within people everytime someone whispers you're just so beautiful . giggles of emotions echo from your words and is enough to satisfy me amidst a thousand tenebrous days. just like an empty pen, some days.

    your heart is shred into bits and pieces and left abandoned at a corner where dusk builds it's empire. but just like an empty pen, your heart can be cascaded upto the brim with the and just like you once said that's the thing about artists, they have the ability to make us admire the scars ." the days your heart no longer appears uninhabited are the days that startle the ones who thought they had used you enough to leave you worthless forever.

    somedays, your poetries are caught red handed while cheating from the they stopped reading years ago and eventually start mimicking them at some point, or is it the other way round ? no matter how many trespassing gazes visit them, seeking to know you more through your words, no one realises that even the pauses between your phrases – at times , speak for themselves. but their voices are hushed by the applauds echoing from the minds of those who nibble at your words at midnight , .

    © a r y a a b h i p s a ,
    the thief of the violet-y tinge of rainbows

  • arya_abhipsa 28w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #pod #cg_city_chall

    > Thanks a bunch for the kind read , like & repost @writersnetwork . I'm honoured ♡

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    ᴄ ɪ ᴛ ɪ ᴇ ꜱ

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    ( concept-prompt )

    / when a chuckle saunters past the candy-stained tongues / and roams deliberately across the footprint-laden roads

    / are numbed under the duvet of shivering sunbeams / whose fractured limbs extend gestures of greetings / when dawn breaks free from the hold / of a mollycoddling mother / dressed up by the flickers of ebbing stars

    / isn't what brushes past / the water clogged lungs of the blooms / growing from the fissures of the barren lands / because conquered they're / by the respirating overripened wombs of the florets / penduling a little harder when a traveler passes by

    / submerged with the sputum / of scandalous narratives / isn't what drums over the tympanum / of the glass windows of shops / mobbed beside the streets / rather / chirrups of canaries freeze over the outlines of these windows / and melt into the intruding ears / like little girls bejewelled with prettified anklets / darting past the streets / with two bare feet

    / befriend the timid moonbeams / and they scratch folklores of perennial recollections / upon the dessicated gullets / devoid of any dampness of recent laughter and joy

    we let city lights bathe in our tears ,
    we let stardust plug into our crooked lungs ,
    we let the rain moisten our choked smiles ,

    all the while strolling past the naked streets of the
    // //
    b̶u̶t̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶w̶i̶s̶h̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶h̶o̶w̶

    © a r y a a b h i p s a
    18:10 pm

  • arya_abhipsa 29w

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    18:20 pm

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    ���� ������ �������������� ���� �������� �������� ���������� ,

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    �������� ������ �������� ������ �������� ���� ������ ���� �������� .

    © a r y a a b h i p s a ,
    love sows breaths for a wretched heart to survive

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  • arya_abhipsa 29w

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    21:00 pm

    "someone , somewhere , someday"
    "wait , hang in there"
    "you're someone whom others think about"

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    © arya_abhipsa

    palms folded over the lap/ and fingers hideously crossed over each other/someone, somewhere, someday must have sat down next to you/ while you would be deep inside the pages of your favourite book/because fiction always appears more beautiful than reality isn't/ you would be unaware of the heart next to you beating an octave louder/ and the proximity between you two would be guilty for it all/ and their crossed fingers would be mumbling in a language of their own / " ." /but you never realise do you/ we never do/somehow their guts/to start conversing with you/ to know about you more than just your name /to watch a smile dancing over your lips whenever you talk about something you love /slip from their open palms / the moment they catch a sight of you/ and all they can do is just sit next to you/ with crossed fingers and a loudly beating heart / and just that way/you never know how someone, somewhere. someday / had craved to hear you talk / to watch emotions clothing your bare face / and while you're deep inside the pages of a book / bragging about characters that took birth from someone's imaginations falling for each other / you keep telling yourself/ " ' "

    ', .