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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 3d

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    Eyes
    Rain rivulets
    Deluge of despair



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    #oxymoron
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    Commingled oxymoronic odds

    AND it doesn't matter
    if you are a devout agnostic
    or a nihilistic theist.
    We are all wise fools,
    living a death and dying a breath.
    In this land of undead,
    every scenery is wrapped
    in bittersweet belie and
    beclouded bedlams.
    Here sauntering swevens are
    illusions of luminous bedim.
    Every soul climbs down
    ladders of leal and lie,
    an equanimous chaos,
    a nothingness of existence.
    Just to succumb to
    the dark light with a dull roar.
    Every confession and commitment
    is a loud whisper of loving hate
    and bliss is a piercing beaut
    no one seems to attract, yet
    ignorance is a blooming thorn flourishing
    while awareness is a weed withering
    Hence nothing can help
    rewrite the history of mankind or
    reform the fate of future,
    what's in store for humanity
    is merciful wrath.

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 4d

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    O eternal empyrean !

    Forgive this traitorous humanity for never hee
    ding your traits of acceptance and abundance
    For never in a billion years would they own a h
    eart as vast and valiant, as kind and kaleidosc
    opic, as monochrome and magnificent, as leal
    and limitless as you
    You are never as close to touch as you are to t
    rust, an irony, you bear witness to evolution yet
    no kind could own you, you're in line of sight ye
    t far to fight
    You're a tease of canvas for moribund metapho
    rs, myriad hues and multitude dreams
    You're home for all and none, for you're a mirror
    to mind, mood to madness and muse to master
    You, my eternal love, let this ephemeral bud soa
    k your gleams and glees to grow and gain, you'r
    e a guide and a guardian, a charm and a chalice
    to the nefelibata in me, let me soar as high as
    humble, for I yearn to belong in Aurora's Abode

    O cloudland, you're a warrior unbeatable !

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 2w

    #combination #confessionc
    Why do I write poetry ? @writersnetwork
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    Poet-tries ~


    Poetry sits on my tongue like a pack of camphor and I light it with my own hands, without trembling or quivering. It burns me, bleeds me, cuts me, wounds me but not as much as my heart burns inside my ribs //

    I'm someone who hates routine, and discards
    rules, yet I make love to syllables every day w-
    hile the Helianthus heals morning mist with a-
    n upward curve of petals and every night while
    night jasmine drips honey for a far away moon.
    I'm someone who abhors principles, yet I shed
    my thoughts in free verse to seal envelopes of
    poetries just like the autumn wind shakes the
    maple leaves to pirouette all the way to land on
    pavements. I'm someone who abandons legac
    y, yet I stitch sonnets in the sombre seconds of
    existence, levitating between life and death, lo-
    ve and hate, grief and glory.

    I'm someone who ignores traditions, yet throug-
    hout the lane to my hireath, I've planted haikus
    in hues of a dream palette. I'm someone who g
    -ets annoyed with similarities and embellishme
    -nts, but my garden flourishes in similies and m
    -etaphors. I'm someone who skips side dishes,
    but my taste buds are acquaintance of tanka a
    -nd limerick. Repetition irritates me but villanelle
    and blitz are my rainbows and sunshine. I avoid confessions of all kinds, but odes are a mystery
    my mind often whispers. I don't try to pen down
    letters, but love pushes my heartbeats to weave
    my feelings as a kerchief for my dreamboat.
    I don't offer wreaths at the gateway of death,
    but my heart laments in elegies and eulogies.

    I have a spot near the valley at the far edge of the waterfall. There's a river flowing inside me that's gushing to reach there, where I sway with the summer breeze and break myself into specks of wishes. To fly with the wind as multiple wings of a dream, while the world is wailing in winter frore, I'd be sipping the honey of spring.

    It's the aftertaste of that honey, that time treasured on branches of birches, which burns with the fire dancing on my tongue. I chew some chords of ballads and barf symphonies at the eleventh hour, I bleed some phonemes and morphemes as an epitaph and a last will, before the curfew curse imprisons me in slumber. By dawn, poetries had sprouted around my grave with my signature as flowerets and my fading voice echoes around those oxymoronic daffodils and ironic daisies.

    If my poem doesn't rhyme, the feet of every syllable twirling inside the wineglass of my thesaurus glides through my throat until my emotions overflow at a spontaneous symphony. Behind my broken heart, I carry tapes of teary notations and discs of euphonious rhythm, the treasure chest in my soul never empties, as long as my life's lit on this altar.

    Poetry is my last hope to revve up the stars falling astray Painting the welkin with broken crayons in my bag of blueth //

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    ⍚// Poet-tries

    Poetry sits on my tongue like a pack of camphor and I light it with my own hands, without trembling or quivering
    It burns me, bleeds me, cuts me, wounds me but not as much as my heart burns inside my ribs //

    Poetry is my last hope to revve up the stars falling astray
    Painting the welkin with broken crayons in my bag of blueth //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 3w

    #kwansaba
    6 Oct 2021 11.15 am
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    #timec it fits !

    Inspired by bts-ptd
    Quote- We are welcome generation ♡
    Pray for this to be Reality asap/

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    Prayers from all over the world heard 
    Hands retrace love and care, in person 
    We etched worries on stones to drown
    We painted dreams on balloon to wish 
    One purple balloon to million floats free
    Time winding up tragedy of twin year
    We're not 'lost gen', we're 'welcome gen'

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 3w

    #color #ak_prose
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    Basic shades of RED are 20 /
    & Coz Red is m y favorite color /

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    20 Shades of Red ~


    Red ~
    I wasn't even five winters old when I first fell in love with red. Beauty, from then was, etched on those tints and shades of red, as if, while every color passed by, red lured my attention and all attraction.

    Cherry ~
    Kindergarten was a kaleidoscope of rainbow hues yet the bento box with cherry slices sticked to my taste buds. Adolescent days had me fantasizing of cherry kisses that his lips would brush on mine.

    Rose ~
    I was a toddler springing with bees and butterflies in the park when that scent seeked me. Blossoms that enchanted me with dreamy redolance and beauty was red, a hue that sparked within me such vigour and passion.

    Jam ~
    Playdates and picnics baskets with Grandma's special fruit jam thwarted homesickness to a limit. After her, someone special also has his favorite jam strawberry, while my favorite part was stealing bites of his breakfast bread.

    Merlot ~
    Autumn roasted verdant dreams and toasted hopes on grilled grief and nights had me etching my heart onto parchments. Verses soaking merlot memories and dripping metaphors were addictive while amor was so far away.

    Garnet ~
    Purging pyre polished the stone heart into glittery garnet just like my heart that pains in flames and later let all the light inside. Grieving was prohibited, for glory awaited at the end of trials.

    Crimson ~
    Sunset ribbons red over the horizon, cloudland blushing a robust rouge. That was my first kiss. Twineyes in the drowning twilight, cried crimson to the careless waves yearning caresses. That was my first heartbreak.

    Ruby ~
    Pale skin infected with infatuation, some butterflies fluttered near hip bones and ruby pimples sparkled on my cheeks while my heart slipped at his feet. Later on at late nights when sleep evades me, I grind some ruby and chew some philosophy.

    Scarlet ~
    Though A letter in Scarlet print was stamped for shame, it synergized to pride through flipped pages. Dawn welcomed my days only when he spreads some scarlet sindoor on my forehead, and that's where pride glows.

    Wine ~
    When winter passed without a summer or spring in reserve, dusks lead me astray and some bottled wishes swished in an oval glass to bring me back to the land of undead. Winedrops that parched my momentary thirst knows how deep my drought rooted.

    Brick ~
    I was twenty two summers when I held his arms and stepped into our cottage in the hills. The brick walls smeared red of our raging scent and tapped our whispers. Those winter bricks sang lullaby to my loneheart clutching to a faded silhouette.

    Apple ~
    I wasn't going to fall for temptations in this birth and you shouldn't have too. Yet history repeats itself but altered in a way, in the place of single serpent, venomous tongues tracked you. And I couldn't say no when you pushed a poisoned apple into my hands.

    Mahogany ~
    I was sweet seventeen, scared and shy, eyes searching for alphabets sewed into stories slumbering in mahogany shelves, when his gaze crossed mine and we fell into a new story. Scenery turned sweet to sour while memory remained sweet.

    Blood ~
    A hue is innate to me within, running circles while blooming life into me. Blood red races as a tapering ivy, branching off beliefs, illuminating illusions and igniting musings. If passion has a color it would be blazing red.

    Sangria ~
    First grey clouds on our skyline didn't fade away but gifted some purple patches. They lay fuming betwixt frowns and tears. Eventually cascading as burnt red anger. That was our first fight, the one that we couldn't resolve afterwards.

    Berry ~
    I was as ripe as a pink berry, and kisses were never enough. Some cravings yearned for more than sweetness. We danced through blue to red and reached purple and sour desserts sated souls. One bite of berry and I'd think of your marks on my soul.

    Currant ~
    And I hide behind black and grey shadows when my own love scares me to death. Red also meant danger, so I lay under the veil of tinted melancholy, my love growing in the shade. My red wasn't really red, it was a mirage of black.

    Blush ~
    And he never wrote Poetries about my smile or sang songs about my dimple. When the last of my blushes sank, I realized that he did nothing but made my blushes bleed.

    Candy ~
    I was twelve springs young and ignorant of the taste of kisses but my dreamboat chewed on bubble gums as if obsessed of it. He replaced the flavor of candies and gems and sowed some red seeds that tasted of his breath.

    Lipstick ~
    Life was too short to stay wilted forever. As the spring of love dried up leaving lipstick smudges as signature of heartbreaks, I gulped some red and saved the rage to ensure my fight. Because even if love ends or not, life sure goes on.

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    I wasn't even five winters old when I first fell in love with red. Beauty, from then was, etched on those tints and shades of red, as if, while every color passed by, red lured my attention and all attraction.

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 4w

    #Pleiadespoem
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    Oubliette - a secret dungeon with only one door in ceiling

    Pleiades poem - one word title
    7 lines/ 6 syllables, starting with title alphabet

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    ◘// Oubliette

    Odour of woebegone
    oozing out of ceiling
    of dungeoned doldrums.
    Ostracized emotions
    occulting nostalgia.
    Odyssey of mishap
    onerously shackled.





    // Poet's mind is a dungeon
    Pondering how to NOT escape //


    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 4w

    #tanka #poeticallyc #poetssayc
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    Tanka - 5 7 5 7 7 syllables

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    ✒// Poet's Tanka

    As the poets say
    We are imprisoned in ways
    Poetically
    Laconic love lingering
    Tesseract time tormenting

    -•-

    As the poets show
    We are reflections of words
    Veridically
    Gauging galactic matters
    Swooning solitary space

    -•-

    As the poets prove
    We are wanderers of world
    Exotically
    Aroint quest astray hiraeth
    Soaring by the strings of thoughts

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 4w

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    ☽// Oracle to Odes

    You once told me that I look like love
    To unclasp the apparition of despair
    And let nefeli sail my winged desires
    /Nefelibata of Neverland/

    You once told me that I smile like summer
    To unearth the symphonies of sweven
    And mould my aura marvel melliflous
    /Psithurism of Pre-plight/

    You once told me that I smell like spring
    To unfurl the petals of rainkissed rosettes
    And embalm my scent to the essence of eve
    /Petrichor of Post-poetry/

    You once told me that I feel like home
    To unfollow the trails of the lost zephyr
    And tread lightly the path of poetry
    /Hiraeth of Hallucination/

    You once told me that I race like rage
    To unlock the flames licking my passion
    And dance with the fire igniting my mind
    /Vengeance of Vagabond/

    You once told me that I outsold galaxy
    To undo the veil of mundanity in life
    And grace the world with my universe
    /Universe of Unique/

    You once told me that I inspire peace
    To unleash my charms of solitude
    And overthrow the conspiring chaos
    /Penumbra of Peace/

    You once told me that I light up hearts
    To unsplash the beams of my being
    And kindle the candles starving light
    /Halo of Heart/

    And your words wrapped my verses
    As an oracle to my odes, I descry

    // I'm a Minerva of a Memorist
    Mapping Manifestations to Melic //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 5w

    #kept #ak_wn_repost
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    List of things I preserved over the years / :^)

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    ♞// Preserved plights, refrigerated reveries and canned chaos

    A room full of rotating planets
    orbiting my pyche in retrograde
    and prograde cause I'm the Helios
    A ceiling full of luminous stars
    burning in the empyrean of my
    desires, for me to wish upon
    A night lamp full of fireflies
    shedding light on my pathways
    while the dark night blankets me
    A closet full of claustrophobic chaos
    where my thoughts run-around in
    circles setting up plots for poetries
    A fireplace besides my frozen heart
    where my halcyon days slumber and
    wake up sparking flames of creativity
    A shelf full of books, amalgamation of
    bewitching blues and beguiling ballads
    lexicons in leisure and numb notations
    A bag full of blithe viridity, meandering
    morosis and tristful tapestries that
    enkindle my passion and whimsicality
    A vase of vorfreude daydreaming
    about hiraeth near the windowsills
    gazing at the waltzing hues of welkin
    A verandah with coruscant lights
    augmenting ataraxia, enticing my
    ebullitions, where my reveries stroll
    An alley up by the staircase of memories
    cosmopoetic clutters, epochal bygones
    and absuming proses about passer-bys
    A diary of aliferous alliterations, chaining
    verses of surreal sonnets and melancholic
    monologues and clysmic quotations
    A moonbroch of magic tapering my
    longlocks, a vault full of vagaries and
    a palette of moribund metaphors

    / Thus a poet resides in memoirs and
    mysteries, equal parts lovelorn and
    loveless, wholesome of woes and bliss /

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 5w

    #haiku 5 7 5
    23 Sept 2021 5.50 pm
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    Rhyming Haiku- end rhyme

    / All creatures are mere carcass
    When war harvests death /

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    ⚘// In lieu of peace 

    Oozing wounds on grass 
    Wars coated verdent hues brass
    Left heaps of carcass 


    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    #monostich #ak_wn_repost
    21 Sept 2021 12.30 pm

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    Sounds and syllables duetted in poet's bone marrow panting poesy



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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 5w

    #combination @btslove HBD my love ~♪
    #thispoemc #purplefambdays
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    Love - Seek - Call me wind if you do please
    War - Fear - When the world fights a war
    Death - Empty - What a strange time this is
    Afternoon - Again - A part of me is holding back tears
    Blue - Halfway - I breathe, wait and hope

    / To My Love, on your Birthday ♡∀♡
    Everything I want to wish is HERE /

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    ✷// Bittersweet Dedication

    This is a confession
    For all the days and dreams we shared
    Together, in love

    Call me wind if you do please
    I'd chase the wings of time with my wings sewed up
    With the coccineous thread of your love
    Call me sky if you do please
    I'd stretch over the horizon spreading my dreamscapes
    With the cyaneous clouds you adorn on me
    Call me ocean if you do please
    I'd whelve deeper and deeper in mazarine drops
    With the bathic waves you ripple on me
    Call me blossom if you do please
    I'd bloom over the valleys emanating redolence
    With the porphyrous petals you wished for me

    / The Love we seek has found us while we bask in the friscalating twilight
    This is a love poem my lexicons ballet for you /

    ~

    This is a declaration
    For all the dread and drought we suffered
    Together, in war

    When the world fights a war
    You and me clutch a needle and quill to weave and write
    For a battle we fight together against wars
    When the river fights a war
    You and me melt our metaphors and offer our tears and trust
    For a memory we flow together against time
    When the rain fights a war
    You and me become a rainbow and amass hues of our bond
    For a landscape we paint together against colors
    When the fate fights a war
    You and me build symphonies and cwtch our rhymes and rhythm
    For a melody we sing together against sorrow

    / The war we fight has bound us closer nullifying fears and mallacht
    This is a war poem my vagaries holler with you /

    ~

    This is an eulogy
    For all the codes and corpses we dethroned
    Together, till death

    What a strange time this is now that tasks evade touches
    And tides embrace terrors
    What a strange time this is to play our cards
    And win coins amongst clutter
    What a strange time this is to bask in beguiling blues
    And emerge with azurite ambitions
    What a strange time this is to begin our voyage
    And embrace our paths where destiny calls

    / The death we won has no qualms to empty our bonds or us
    This is a death poem that is all about life and for living /

    ~

    This is a soliloquy
    For all the leisure and pleasure we bath in
    Together, for joy

    A part of me is holding back tears
    For it wished to be more closer to you than we ever could
    A part of me is dancing with the dawn
    For it promises another day to walk with you
    A part of me is swimming with glee
    For it paddled with the paper boats you made in monsoon
    A part of me is blooming in the shadow of peaking pines
    For you water it with your care

    / This eventide is evergreen, glaucous and glorious
    This is an afternoon poem that'd charm the dusk to daydream again /

    ~

    This is a free verse
    For all the warmth and wishes we save
    Together, for tomorrow

    I breathe, wait and hope just as you do skylines apart
    We carved a dream on rocks and wore bulletproof vests
    To travel miles together, for a destination of delight
    Let us wait for the hourglass to fill us a fortune to trade our forlorn

    / This day is marked with purple promises that'd last all our lifetime
    This is a blue poem in honour of our heart beating halfway to heaven /

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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    #beauty #ak_alphabets
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    ✿// Beauty is upon you

    / Beauty is upon you, Oh beholder of benevolence
    What sensibilities sails your boat, sets your soul free /

    Ardent adoration of your heart, keeping art alive in crevices of you
    Archangel of abundance, love that never fades as much as it flows
    Benevolence of "the butcher, the brewer, the baker", a spiritual selfishness
    Balding banality and blooming bewitching blues, like Beethoven's symphonies

    Caligo clutter ceiling the bluest of the skies and seas
    Consequence of clarity, crystalline clearance of chaos
    Dreamscapes of a wandering monk, an iota of wholesome
    Draping desires over despair, a bait for brimming balladry

    Echoes of extremity and shadows of sublimity
    Enriching extravaganza or enamoring enthusiasm
    Fernwah farewells, felicitating transient Trouville
    Flourishing flora and fauna, an escape from endanger

    Glory of gossamer while fog smooches forestry
    Galestorms raging, ganges glowing, gaiety and grieving
    Hornbills hollering, hallucinations of a faraway hiraeth
    Hitherto hidden conscience, spiralling sparks of epiphany

    Instincts fueling imagination, surrendering to surreality
    Ink that enshrouded the entire galaxy, universes are specks in verses
    Jaded frames of amorous hearts, floating in forelsket
    Justice that's blindfolded and impartial impressions

    Kalon glazing embers of entity, meraki on mind
    Kaleidoscope of shades that lean to the land of lights
    Lonesome tranquility, liven squares of sanity
    Lavishness of simplicity, like lavender on lissome leaves

    Maimed magnificence ethereal, overpowering perfection
    Mutating mindsets, the winged victory of Samothrace
    Noori of notion enwrapping thoughts like a halo
    Neon lights of phosphenes scattered in Eigengrau

    Origami of aesthetics and orchards of original beaut
    Orchestra of peace, subtly playing and swaying kindness
    Polar stars that polished wishes and painted palettes of dreams
    Pigments of pondering, nuances of mastery

    Quills that hold the valour of thousand swords
    Quietude that swoons in to mitigate cacophony
    Rays of rising Aurora, rivulets of patience
    Ranting raindrops on the rooftop of loneliness

    Sirens luring salvation, unexpected surprises of stupor
    Stellar stars and silence embracing the scarry moon
    Theurgy of solitude and threshold of singularity
    Thousand suns glowing on the threshold of enlightenment

    Umbra of morale and unwavering resolutions
    Uncharted territories of fate, reveries of renaissance
    Villanelle of vagabonds, oneism on board
    Victory in letting go, armoury of ambrosia

    Wanderlust souls waltzing in bonfires
    Wavelengths of wisdom, whispers of hearts
    Xenia of reciprocasy, universal homes and
    brotherhood blood
    Xerox of solemnity amidst scavenging vengeance

    Yestreen twilights dawning in daydreams
    Yonder residing evergreen sovereignty
    Zenith of zeal, riding the waves of euphoria in mind
    Zealous zephyr of Utopia embracing ebullient soul

    // Beauty is upon you, Oh beholder, I repeat
    What sensibilities sails your boat, sets your soul free //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 6w

    #combination #ak_wn_repost #ak_prose

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    ✻// Between goodbye and leaving

    The moment between saying goodbye and leaving feels like an aeon cradling an infant heartache, a blooming thorn rooting over trachea, climbing though windpipe and budding over the tongue. It's a rather stubborn blossom, sticking to the freezing moments of recurring flashbacks, as if mortality of this life is about to slip through the hands of time, within moments from now. Thorns stitching lips and paralysing vocals, or else the shattering heart would take reigns, stifle and stutter, forgive and flutter, undo and utter, " it was the spur of the moment. "

    ~ No it wasn't ~

    This moment is a one-eighty turn in life - had you been lamenting for the other, its time to put an end to their lies ; had you been breaking for the fact that, " you loved him a little more than yourself ", then it's time to realize how to love truly, and that is to love yourself before you love anyone else ;  had you been stringing on the thread of guilt, for you've been defending a love that did not prioritize you in anything at all, it's time to destroy the way pain kept crawling back into the dark corners of your mind. 

    / I'd rather walk away for the moments to come than stay for the memories to repeat in waves of woes /

    Even though with this moment, a part of life dies way before real death, rest of the life can grow in to fill the void left by the cursed ninth symphony of heartbreak. You're not chained to omens and oracles, let alone empty promises of fake love. 

    All that matters is that, this moment will eventually leave, die down the thorns of pricking past and uproot those heartache blooms away. It's never the end of the story you're living, so what if a chapter ends here killing a life ? Turn a page and touch another life ! 

    // Remember, If you survive this moment, you can win anything in life. In the hourglass of life, this moment of heartache is a mere filmstrip of nightmare in a camera bag, a lone girl left for a familiar song of epiphany //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 6w

    #start #ak_wn_repost
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    16 Sept 2021 10.10 am

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    ❋// Is there an answer in those blank pages

    On the blank pages of night sky 
    My quill bled crystal beads of pain
    A constellation of blazing scars 

    On the blank pages of life 
    My every breath weaved
    Candour lexicons of calibre

    On the blank pages of love
    My forelsket heartbeats played
    An ardent sinfonietta for amor

    On the blank pages of truth 
    My lifeline etched scrolls of
    Whimsical swirls in ecstacy

    On the blank pages of dawn 
    My hope splashed in hues of 
    Veritous vibgyor to the end of trust



    Is there an answer in those blank pages,
    one might ask, but I know for sure how
    I've left my signature on each of them

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 6w

    #traditions #ak_nostalgia
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    11 Sept 2021 1.15 pm

    (Here Acts describe particular tradition
    And scenes represent particular festival)

    Can anyone identify the scenes ?//
    // Scene I - Vishu, Scene II - Onam, Scene III - Deewali ||
    ________________________


    Heirlooms of Hiraeth ~

    Act I
    Touching gravel soil with tender feet and falling
    Tasting sugary rice and desserts with eager tongues
    Being embraced in warmest hugs and cuddles of family
    Being the source of joy and happiness, brightest days
    When even tears were as sweet as smiles, spreading glee

    Act II
    Greeting the dawn by the riverside,
    Dipping in the flowing glee,
    Freshening up to toil the day,
    Tame few flames and wipe any blames
    Lamps lit early to dawn and dusk affront the deities
    All kith and kin gathering for every meal,
    Tightening togetherness
    Native calendars and cultural festivals,
    Binding tales and truth

    Act |||
    Adoring aeonian antiquities, tracing ancient threads
    Reviving religious flames and reform sparks
    Sustaining sacred groves and shrines
    Enchantress dancing to percussive music
    Temples and tribes, folklores and flares, art and literature
    Tradition is a thread that tethers one to timelines
    One that preserves fire of permanence, even while ephemeral flames burns out

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    ❁// Heirlooms of Hiraeth

    Scene I
    Skylark on the dawnbranch of April
    Hymns along with the chiming zephyr
    Cuddling laburnum blooms of golden glow
    Sing songs the celebration of spring equinox
    .
    .
    Scene II
    Dragonfly chasing September blossoms
    Marigold and hibiscus, ensues harvest festival
    Treasuring halcyon days of solidarity
    Bonding heirlooms of hiraeth under one sky
    .
    .
    Scene III
    Even still eventides murmur
    Twilight flames dance away
    Folklores echo in berserk breeze
    While deities guard the green groves
    .
    .
    Somewhere a poet chants balladries
    Longing effervescence of bygone glories

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    #sometimes #contest_j #ak_caryotte #ak_wn_repost
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    5 Sept 2021 3. pm

    Caryotte : 12 lines, 6 couplets.
    Head and tail rhyme in each couplet
    Rhyme a-b a-b c-d c-d e-f e-f g-h g-h i-j i-j k-l k-l

    (Moët is a cocktail drink)

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    Season's Cartwheel

    Sometimes dreamers wither like autumnal maples
    Ofttimes streamers wield those season's fables
    Fallen leaflets bear swirls, cotyledon's calligraphy
    Pollen, swaying in breeze, spring's choreography
    Autumn snatched floral desires of forever
    Tantrum of storms raining birches in weather
    Rushing came droplets of delight and despair
    Gushing thoughts knit verses that got impair
    Wounds left on hearts seldom heal with time stifles
    Eludes clock of counts and evades cloak of cycles
    Poet preserves violescent scar buried under winter frore
    Moët of memoirs lovelorn, tasting stolen summer yore

    *

    // Season's cartwheel inciting poet's zeal //

    *

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    #paradox #triolet
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    4 Sept 2021 12.00 pm

    Triolet : ABa Aab AB
    8 syllables each line
    And Quote- Paradox

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    Windfall Wealth

    Windfall wealth of a cloud walker 
    Jaunty zephyr sashaying bliss
    Vim leads mere nelipot hawker
    Windfall wealth of a cloud walker
    Rodomel saké lieu pauper
    Rufescent cordolium wis
    Windfall wealth of a cloud walker
    Jaunty zephyr sashaying bliss

    // Isn't a poet the wealthiest pauper in all people ? 
    To be buried in the clouds of chaos,
    alive n breathing yet dead n decaying... //

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  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

    #paradox #fseasonc
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    4 Sept 2021 4.50 pm

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    I wear your smile when wintry gale smooches my windowsills
    And suddenly warmth is all my hiraeth feels 

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz