autumnbreeze

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Vruchi Desai An old soul knotted by wallowing words and wisdom. Seeking for a company to preach.

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  • autumnbreeze 43w

    These redundant hollow breeze
    resemble a sheer voice of defeat.
    It's stillness at obscure pauses
    murmur a name that I feel have been mine.
    Gloomed air trespass words of silence,
    alike a gesture knitted for disposal.
    Shallow flares of deemed sun still ask,
    a question illustrated for arcane truths.
    The coffined room tend to
    verbalize pain today,
    recklessly urgely my wails to activate more.
    I'm barely knowing the mild pounds of heart,
    conscience been at a plight for reassurance.
    These winds try to make your escape
    a moscot of burden,
    plausible rant for a hindering great perhaps.
    I sit here doomed by presence of my own being,
    awaiting for the night to shimmer it's validation.
    Tonight when the moon arrives alongside faint stars,
    a doomed act of condolence will be performed.
    With a sense of your torment words
    about veracious agony,
    I'll see you reside on the moon,
    a home where you'll always prevail.

    P. S.:- A poem l penned today to dedicated the sudden death of an aesthetic actor Sushant Singh Rajput. May he prevail admist the stars he admired the most.

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    These winds try to make your escape
    a moscot of burden,
    plausible rant for a hindering great perhaps.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 43w

    A list of things that are grey:

    1. the motionless appeal to cease a threating emotion.

    2. a clue left for retaining at corners of grieving journals.

    3. hints of rescue weaved at steam of ciggarette, alike blunt roots that suck negativity.

    4. flitered skyline which drench the act of withering, a gesture I'm quite familiar with.

    5. a compassionate hue that sheds relic restlessness when breath it's regime.

    6. fable companion tendered by my mother when spoken about despair and cults of anxiety.

    7. flared pages residing on pine that defines the creativity in me.

    8. a greased remark on sight of my vulnerability when taken name of acceptance.

    9. the dull wall of room where my echoes are buried beneath a glint of hopelessness.

    10. singling factor of existence who replicate the stigma of being too opaque, alike myself.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #potd, #poemoftheday, #grey, #depression, #loneliness, #art, #writingishealing, #healing, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod

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    fable companion tendered by my mother when spoken about despair and cults of anxiety.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 44w

    The tenders of lust
    run all over the edges.
    We speak with gripping hands
    which drizzle ashes of uncanny.
    Our tongues share diversion
    with outlines formed in haste.
    His is more stubborn, rigid,
    indicating how it overrule insecurity and hatred.
    Mine is much of blunt, rougher,
    demanding of the scars that slit my speech.
    We decorate words on gouged wounds
    which illustrate mending as a rescue from feelings.
    Our brain zone in various dimension
    that glue rehabilitation with veiled fatigue.
    His mind revolve around stability, sanity, recklessness,
    words that split voids in applied behavioral mechanism.
    Mine evolve around reverie, vanity, companionship,
    words that delay healing over and over again.
    Our eyes perceive amidst differences
    that montage circular resources to kneel when seeked solace.
    His glint rays of confiding,
    alike sunbeams volatiling to proclaim it's regime.
    Mine search for opaqueness,
    alike stars bearing night to foresee it's lucidity.
    Our hearts recite rhymes
    with wavelength as similar as of a sonnet.
    We listen with veracious ears
    which conceal sounds of withering.

    #poetry, #poem, #potd, #poemoftheday, #relationship, #love, #us, #writing, #healing, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod

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    Our eyes perceive amidst differences
    that montage circular resources to kneel when seeked solace.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 44w

    Broke pendulum with doomed timeline
    sync along the creeks of faded phatom.
    A traced remark of insanity
    withhold shallow steps covered in art.
    Fragmented phase tuned for havoc
    knit a mosaic of veracious disaster.
    .
    One minute:

    A glimpse of forgotten tale frame
    my heart at a twisted display.
    Unraveling thin strings of sustainability
    with knots fabricated in a relic time.
    .
    Two minutes:

    Silent echoes of fear slip
    through weakened creeks of conscience.
    Reincarnation of devastated abuse
    brush a life in the yester wounds.
    .
    Three minutes:

    Friction of communication withdraw
    from regions of senses - touch, hear, smell.
    Clenched hands force a trigger
    for ranging a enitity of aliveness.
    .
    Four minutes:

    Distorted vision of trashed memories
    sway hints of tendered wist of calm.
    Redundancy of drenched eyes
    reach for a figurative halo resembling you.
    .
    Five minutes:

    Tremors linked to uptight redemption
    shine alike fireworks greased on a night.
    Urge for a relief hinder beneath
    this flesh of bewailed remorse and vanity.
    .
    Six minutes:

    Ringing lullabies of silent monologue
    proclaim isolation over the calamity.
    Signs of stability murmur through
    sealed lips covered in fragile tears and naive blood.
    .
    Seven minutes:

    Rhythms of smothered heart croon
    hymns of faith weaved at his name.
    Chaotic breathes exhale debris of love
    slowly forming a cluster of your warmth.
    .
    With opaque mind and melted skin,
    I scribble the sights of everyday hazard.
    Journals stained with dust all over,
    I begin to peal my scars again.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #remedy, #depression, #loneliness, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #alone, #insanity, #sad, #writingishealing, #healing, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork

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    7 Minutes of Unnecessary Panic

    Reincarnation of devastated abuse
    brush a life in the yester wounds.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 45w

    Bits of clenched hatred resides
    on the creeks which encircle the pit.
    Prolonged strings of agony swell
    the insights into vacuum circulation.
    Veins with concealed truths gratify
    the ethos shunned from intangible audience.
    Wist of grappling some tender recognition
    revolve on orbits sustaining empathy.
    Bizarre entry into the veracious pit
    consume the voice buried under negotiation.
    Dull breathes within emerged opaque walls
    submit the hindrance of prevailing pit.
    Words stitched on burnt canvas
    release a shield evoked in name of solace.
    Presence of entirety is felt amidst smoke
    ignited from greased ashes of relic abuse.
    Air that manifest the bewailed pit
    timelessly inhibits beneath hazardous flesh.
    Urges for awaited rescue still knit
    threads of despair consumed by my own being.
    Penned journals fortune a way out
    only to reform the dwelling essence of the pit.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #solace, #healing, #heartbroken, #writing, #writingishealing, #remedy, #depression, #pitfeeling, #loneliness, #alone, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnrtwork

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    Words stitched on burnt canvas
    release a shield evoked in name of solace.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 45w

    With treasured destiny,
    I catered intangible glimpse of affection.
    Tranquill phases filled with faint smiles,
    cast the unwired circulation of a timid pendulum.
    Time turns into phantom,
    evading hours leashed for liberation.

    Twisted notions of nurturing,
    bounded the relic urges revolving inside us.
    Recorded facets of hindered nostalgia,
    stitch faded patches of awakening.
    Love turns into venom,
    trading bits of solace for sanity.

    Bridging remotely from sights of love,
    reincarnated laments that formed your name.
    Deciphered agony in segments of art,
    fabricate creativity that glorify my existence.
    Tragedy turns into epos,
    confiding wails released frequently for redemption.

    Figurative pleads rendered as prayers,
    fastened a mascot which murmur fragmented vows.
    Crumbled notions about recovering brekage,
    triggered the pulses to ignite bewailed words.
    Poetry turns into religion,
    assuring lost retaining voice evoked for recognition.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #relationship, #love, #lovecommunity, #lovepoetry, #lovepoem, #heartbroken, #him, #you, #we, #us, #healing, #writing, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork

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    Deciphered agony in segments of art,
    fabricate creativity that glorify my existence.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 45w

    3:15am, Monday

    A mundane occurrence about love escaped from sheer ochre stained coffee prints/burnt patterns. The stiffness of dark sky and timid breeze was enough to entertain the urges of vanity.

    4:08am, Tuesday

    Desk full of sticky notes portrayed as a landscape of languid murder, where the only witness remains as feelings. The smudged and elegant ink called out the reasons why love felt like autumn.

    5:37am, Wednesday

    Conversations enclosed by an endnote about well being declared fatigue as the first trespasser. The drenched sheets and glinted emptiness across the room, registered the day I felt occupied with excessive emotions.

    6:20am, Thursday

    With gulps of opaque coffee and forlorn paper about world in despair, I murmured words of your last visit. The echoes about forgetting sprouted a knot on how you still bleed within me.

    7:47am, Friday

    Depleted eyes search for a ray to hold, withstand and leave. The sun fills corners with beams of faith, something I never asked for once.

    8:56am, Saturday

    Glimpse of anguish fall upon distorted rough drafts, deciphering prayers seized too close to free them. The despondent desk read out fable remedies alike a veracious holy book.

    9:00am, Sunday

    Trading stillness with lamentability revolving around and within me, I whisper goodbyes to you in prayers. The brisk newspaper lay disclosed with a plot of your escape, alike a silent monologue chanted aloud.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #pooem, #llove, #him, #you, #we, #us, #relationship, #writing, #healing, #writingcommunity, #solace, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod

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    Depleted eyes search for a ray to hold, withstand and leave.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 45w

    We bribe for a wisp of mirth
    with strangled notions about fantasy.
    The uncanny rituals of reality
    slip away between the gaps of our fingers.
    We hustle for a receipt of sanity,
    while regaining fractures manipulated by chaos.
    The weaved multitudes of retaining
    knit somewhere within the blocks of our skin.
    We hinder for a room of faith,
    disregarding tremors felt by the weight of the word.
    The ranging wavelengths of uplifting
    veil broken tissue encircling the thorns of our heart.
    We preach for a quest of validation
    when no trace of gratitude surround the havoc.
    The surreal turns of destiny
    carve faint dates of union that cast the burns on our wrist.
    We request for a glimpse of love,
    forbidding debris of tendered gestures breeding inside.
    The whispered solicitation of belonging
    conceal laments that render the mist of our breathe.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #relationship, #we, #us, #him, #love, #lovecoomunity, #heartbroken, #conflicts, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #potd, #poemoftheday, #art, #poetess, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork

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    We hinder for a room of faith,
    disregarding tremors felt by the weight of the word.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 45w

    The body of resilience,
    sleep within isolated plains of lucid skin.
    How the flesh breathes
    inside a intangible time bomb.
    It bleeds answers,
    justifying the formation of destruction.
    How the red venom purges,
    unnoticing marks carved out for identification.
    It consumes hints,
    proclaiming the veiled web of torture.
    How the tissue conjures,
    every remain of prolonged grief.
    It sustains brutal,
    leashing fibers that speak my tongue.
    How the cells evolves,
    disclosing present stains of vulnerability.
    It weaves mobility,
    ensuring the sanity fill up the body.
    This body which revolves
    around clutches of hatred, fragility is still questioned.
    If I wear my name as a camouflage mask,
    will you foresee the dripping abuse?
    Yet, when I deliver this dybbuk to you,
    all you desire is my ruthless identity.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #skin, #identity, #loneliness, #agony, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #healingbywords, #art, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork

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    This body which revolves
    around clutches of hatred, fragility is still questioned.
    ©autumnbreeze

  • autumnbreeze 46w

    Summoned under all the
    tackling chaos of aliveness.
    I find myself amidst
    a land of retaining.
    Where lies a river
    that withers wallowing.
    The lucid water scatter
    drops of satisfaction all over.
    Oblivion beams of grief
    volatile the birms.
    Each night, the river croon
    to the forgiving moon.
    Brisk halo of validation
    allow shallow passage of vain.
    In the morning, the river
    strangle for a new aspiration.
    Clenched weeps of hopelessness
    recite a tale of reincarnation.
    Away from the fable land,
    I sit and mourn.
    Resembling the same dried cries
    shattered by the river.
    Chanting a name,
    sighting for empathy alike the mystical moon.

    #poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #writing, #writingishealing, #healing, #sustaining, #holdingby, #loneliness, #remedy, #wither, #wallow, #potd, #poemoftheday, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork, #pod

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    Oblivion beams of grief
    volatile the birms.
    ©autumnbreeze