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  • brain_dump 16h

    How poignant it is to dream of you- as if the entire universe is urging me to fall for you even if i do not intend on loving ever again. Yet it's equally sanguine. For at times when I think of it I realise that falling for you on purpose wouldn't have been as beautiful.
    I dreamt of you. I thought of you. It's insane. I'm proposed on loving you unintentionally.

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 21h

    FOES to FANCIES


    "sweetheart"
    became impulsive
    derogatory to desire


    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1d

    Her upper lip is red -with a poison lipstic- that kills with thrill; whereas, her lower lip is more like the colour of strawberries- dipped in the antidote- which lures the lust in for an ultimate benign endgame

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 3d

    What mountain
    gave you such shame
    For you repent
    your heart flowing like a river?
    What bird rearer
    clipped your wings so bad
    That you fear the flutter
    of your own feather?


    //Who can blame you?
    Love is a hurricane
    Wrapped inside a chrysalis
    And you're a girl
    Walking into the storm//

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1w

    My person is like the autumnal breeze.
    He gifted me the nourishing rays of the cosmic sun
    when I was 5 sunbathing on the terrace.
    At the age of the teens,
    he brought me brightness
    and my world was lively again.
    He held my hand
    and drenched me in syrupy nostalgia,
    one drop at a time
    like honey straight out of a hive.
    He looked at me with iris
    flecked with the colours of solace.
    He made me see the word with a bittersweet perspective.
    He was the last warm thing that held me
    before winter froze my fingers to icy grief.
    I thought this love would last forever,
    but I was wrong.


    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1w

    What/Who is the light of your life?

    (Shut it. It's just an article i wrote for my assignment lmao. Ain't fit for this place ik )


    #start #wod
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Light of my life

    When flowers bloom in cold December nights, the chances are that the year's floral show is ruined. When bushes are pruned before the reaping time, or a sampling is planted too early in spring, melancholy germinates on the mango trees.
    Dejection gets the best of us when things do not go as planned, and this pandemic birthed the best-suited environment for such emotions to creep into one's life. Plans got canceled; exposures got narrowed; lives were in sudden confinement, and mine was no different. But amidst all the disappointments and discontentment, I found many peculiar and personal ways to vent out such emotions. Not only had they been a source of better engagement, but they also morphed me into someone who looks up to herself as the energy source of her own life. If I am the lamp, they are the lamp-holders.
    When I had nothing to do and felt disoriented, I got used to writing about it. I usually put some solemn music on in the background and would scribble about my frivolous thought processes. It helped me expand my thinking abilities. No matter how cliche it may sound, I feel that my cognition has evolved for the better. Usually, I did not feel so easy and free talking about my feeling or expressing myself, but writing about the same, over time, has enabled me to understand myself better, organize my cerebrations, and present them with greater ease. It was during the pandemic that I got time to explore various styles of music. Through music, I've found a great sense of familiarity, solace, and peace.
    In all, art, in its different forms, has gifted joy to my life and has helped me understand my surroundings better. It is now an essential part of my days because it allows me to have a deeper understanding of my emotions; it increases my self-awareness and enables me to be open to new ideas and experiences. Art has helped me become the light of my life in these pandemic times.

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1w

    why do I hate the indigo in your eyes?

    for it's the mystical borderland of a deeper blue. it stares and digs. it leaves me guessing. indigo dances flecked in your iris, while mine shower in blue.

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1w

    It's been long. Hi people.
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    PERHAPS

    Do I live in a cage with them?
    How do I ever measure my life?
    What comes after an existential crisis?
    Another war, or the end of life?

    Perhaps~
    The true essence of a war rely
    In the truth of ones living to die.
    This environment suffocates us
    Stimulus, responses, the conditions make us
    This world is a cage
    Our society is the lock
    And our cognition is the jailor
    Clipping the fluttering flock
    The foundation of our life may crumple
    But you tell me, who's to blame
    Disturbed sense of integrity
    Guilt, fear, anxiety, and shame
    You tell me, are our crises all the same
    No one has known what comes after
    Do we ever get over it
    Or do we breathe daily with a baggage of it
    And die carrying it on our backs
    Die of an existential crisis.


    //What am I thinking?//


    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 1w

    Perhaps,
    Loving breaks you.
    But it's absence
    Leaves you vacant too.

    So do you choose to be whole and broken
    Or live in empty bits and pieces

    Perhaps,
    You are never know

    So you watch them go

    ~udisha

  • brain_dump 2w

    Disturbed me?
    They have haunted my days and nights.
    The last time I looked in the mirror
    without their reflection scaring the living devil out of me
    Was when I woke up shook with a dream of dying
    Buried beside them
    with them
    With their cold hands on my cold cheeks
    The only day when I felt lively
    Was when the devil dreamt of dying

    Disturbed me?
    They have given me wild desires.

    ~udisha