#lalawrites

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  • p_a_c_324 15w

    I'll never be the poem,
    That will run in your veins.
    I'll never be the song,
    Etched in your soul.
    I'll never be the someone,
    You will like a forever with.
    -P. A. C

  • smily_aina 20w

    I pass by a familiar, snow filled lane
    Who would've thought I'd come here again
    A miracle, what else could it have been
    Who would even believe what I’ve seen

    Back then, I was home earlier from work
    I lived alone, now that I broke up with that jerk
    The path felt oddly eerie
    Wind gushed, chilled and dreary

    Inside my pocket I reach for the keys
    Something grazes by my nape, and I freeze
    Spooked, I look left and right, then turn behind
    I see nothing, Am I out of my mind?!

    "It's me “ I hear a voice creak
    Wait… did my door just speak!
    What nonsense, I dismiss the thought
    But is it him? Is he sorry that we fought

    Hoping to open the door, I go ahead
    “DON’T. Pls don’t come inside” he said
    “Alert the cops first, there’s a guy here, armed.
    If not... you will be harmed”

    It was a desperate plea
    But surely was hard to believe
    To act upon what I heard
    Yet I decided to trust his word

    Soon arrived a group of men with guns
    Supposedly there was a criminal on the run
    The silent street was soon filled with chaos
    It wasn’t a needless warning, I suppose

    The criminal was caught and apprehended
    But they couldn’t find a trace of the one I stated
    I contacted my ex, apparently he wasn’t the one
    That voice is gone now that I had a safe return

    Well of course I moved to another place
    But it doesn’t help much, the change in space
    I still do remember, my mind plays it on repeat
    I still freak out when I hear a door creak

    ©smily_aina
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    #cees_doors

    #lalawrites (hope u read it)

    P.s Finished it at last..and I do feel this was rushed, and I was still late in submitting -_-
    I tried making it fun to read...hope it is

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  • subhamrizal 23w

    I have loved you since I saw you
    Beneath the roots of my smile
    I loved you all at once
    Like if time never existed,
    Or a bullet shot
    From a madman's gun.
    Since then you lit over
    All the corners of my heart,
    No one will ever learn
    How barren it was,
    Now I see my heart
    Blooming with roses of your name.
    It's amazing how immortal
    You are in my heart
    -Subham Rizal

  • serrated_ink 26w

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    I don't exactly remember when was the last time I got drenched in rain.. Earlier, every time when the rain showered on me, I always felt good and happy about it.. But today, it was different.. When I got stuck in there nd all my cloths got wet, I felt some kind of clinginess towards my wet soul.. I felt like the drops rolling is taking down all my fears, my sorrows.. It felt like my disheartened soul is getting cleaned and clear about what has already happend in my life, and about what I want to have now.. It felt same as the earth getting washed away from the pollution and a clear sky can be seen, soon after the rain ends.. Nature teaches us lessons so pure and beautiful, with so much ease that it get pinned inside us.. We just need to let it sink in..
    Today, I literally danced in the rain and now I feel alive again..
    I feel, now I can write a long story about the renaissance of a dead soul, a story about the rebirth of the nature each time the rain showers..
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    Dancing at the toe_tip,
    On the rhythm of the dead soul,
    Feeling, alive again..

    ©serrated_ink

  • p_a_c_324 28w

    Love is not about buying gifts,
    For people with pretty eyes and smiles.
    Love is not exploring places,
    With a hand to hold.
    Because from where I have been,
    and saw people.
    I learnt one simple thing,
    Love does not mean,
    Admiring someone or trusting someone,
    It simply means,
    To love the flaws people feel are unlovable.
    -P. A. C

  • subhamrizal 28w

    "She's an Angel"

    Just like the moon hiding in the silver cloud,
    You shroud yourself behind your silence
    You love me like a breeze sooting the head
    Ladened by what's happened what's yet to come,
    She looked like a heaven in the daylight
    Smelt like the petrichor of the countryside
    Felt like the moonlight of the summer eve
    And warmth of the freezing winter,
    And her face is like a sail
    Speck of white, so fair and pale
    Everywhere she lays her soul
    Looks like sky in front of me
    She shoots her colours all around
    Like a sunset going down
    -subhamrizal

  • serrated_ink 29w



    यूही किसी राह पे मिलना,
    कुछ यादें बटोरना
    फ़िर, बिछड़ना

    जिंदगी..||


    ©serrated_ink

  • serrated_ink 29w



    व्योग में तांडव
    भक्ति में भोले
    प्रेम में संयम
    अंत में अनंत..

    ©serrated_ink

  • serrated_ink 29w

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    The rose petals in my journal have dried into shades of brown and your photographs in my drawers haven't tasted air for years now.. Your fragrance is now fading from that jacket of yours, but our memories still stains my soul.. Your imprints left on my heart, gets a little dark at the night time, the giggles, and the smiles, and the tears, and those cries still crawl my ears.. Though I still smile..

    I grew daisies and sunflowers in your heart and watered them all winter only to lose them into the fall season.. The fall of my heart and love.. The fall which once broke me into pieces, and continued that agony till I found my solitude.. That melancholy, engraved into my soul to a depth of self hatred, but then
    I realized..

    Love, like silence is sometimes too comforting, especially when you have been subject to chaotic wars in past.. It makes you rethink and relive, reevaluate the reasons of fights and reweave the unreeled soul.. It builds you for yourself, for peace and for satisfaction..

    Love, like silence is sometimes collecting the broken pieces and fixing it into more beautiful art piece called life.. The cracks in it resembles your struggles and your failures, and the story of your renaissance..

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    The more my time runs away from you,
    The more I grow,
    Stronger
    And
    Beautiful..

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  • serrated_ink 30w

    LAST_LOVE

    I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and safeguarded it, as mine..
    I thought, "WE created"
    a REALM of 0UR FANTASIES,
    a W0RLD of 0UR DESIRES and
    a KINGD0M of 0UR L0VE, beneath that blue sky..

    But now,
    when i look back to the fading memories of my last love, I realize, the lesson it taught to my sour soul, has changed my perspective towards life..
    My last love taught me that,
    I belong to my little happy sphere,
    to the people I love, to the people who loves me back..
    To the haters giving more power to me, to grow more, to conquer the heights..

    Now I feel, I never borrowed his part of the blue sky,
    rather lived beneath my dark starry night welkin, under which
    "I created"
    a REALM of MY DREAMS,
    a W0RLD of MY CH0ICES and
    a QUEEND0M of SELF-L0VE..
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    Make sure your

    "LAST_L0VE"

    is

    "SELF_L0VE"

    ...........................
    ©serrated_ink

  • the8specky 30w

    You

    You
    took me,
    bathe me
    in your element,
    and I
    strived for more.

    you
    dived in,
    flowed my vains
    with love,
    and I
    craved for more.

    you
    drowned me,
    left me
    inside
    the deepest trench,
    and I
    still yearn for more.

    boy,
    I really thought
    you were
    the son of aphrodite,
    while in fact,
    you were
    the god of fools.

    ©the8specky

  • serrated_ink 30w

    मेरे घुंघरू की जनक ने भी
    साथ मेरा छोड दिया,
    मेरे पैरो की थिरक ने भी
    रूह से मुह मोड लिया..❤

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    It's been a really long time, when I left you..
    But your memories, never left me..!!

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  • serrated_ink 30w

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    Jamie you know, people leave but places don't.. They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances and some truths with lots of lies.. They never abandon our hearts instead knocks daily.. They say alot about them who left.. They keep secrets safe of the sweet and the sorrows we ever shared.. They became a part of our life.. It seems to be easy not to return to those places but even if you don't, they stays in your heart forever.. They are embraced with essence of the memories, good and bad.. The bad ones will hurt us but the good ones will hurt us too, because our unconscious mind is knitted with unreal expectations.. So, live a life that you can remember with smiles, and some acceptable tears..
    Take both deeds, but always try to choose right..
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    because our unconscious
    mind is knitted with
    unreal expectations..!!

    ©serrated_ink

  • serrated_ink 30w

    ATTIC: Forlorn Truth..
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    It was three in the morning, I woke up to the sound of pouring rain.. The cozy weather was making me nostalgic.. Suddenly, my thoughts were scattered by a rolling sound, it was coming from the roof.. My body got numb but mind went into the curiosity land..

    My shivering foot stand on the last stair at the ickled wooden door of the attic, that rolling sound gradually grew, while i was leading towards the old garret..

    I entered into that loft, if was covered with the cobwebs and the white bedlinens overlayed on all the old boxes, almirahs and also on that broken sofa.. While my eyes were saccading fast, it stopped at the tiny tree house which was once my favourite place to hide in..

    I saw, someone sitting into my old tree house.. Fear ran into my veins but it feels like I was so known to her.. My steps were not in my control it went towards her and I sat near her, she smiled at me and continued to color her drawings..

    She was me from my pre-teens, happy in her own world.. She has everything, that I wished, I have now.. Those old drawing books, crayons, a small kitchen set and most importantly the jolly vibes..

    While I was busy in my nostalgic thoughts, I felt she was staring at me as if she wanted to ask something.. I could read in her eyes that urge of growing up fast, into a young women, her expressions says it all..

    But little did she knew, its tough here, to live up in my present age.. Its lonely here with a bricked body, crumbled heart and a different mindset.. You realize the reality of the world, the line between sanity and insanity, the boundaries of rights and wrongs.. That excitement of growing up early feels like lame thoughts.. All you want is go back in time and hide again in your old tiny wodden tree house..

    Suddenly, my thoughts interrupted with the same rolling sound which brought me up here, and my surrounding again turned into the cobwebbed attic.. It was cold, and to I turned pale, I looked back to know what's rolling.. Screamed into fear, I saw a rodent running over the broken sofa.. Hurried, I went to my bed..

    But now I think,
    I saw this coming when I was a child..
    I still feel all the good vibes of my childhood.. I live in nostalgia..

    But today I witnessed that life has its own path which we all have to walk on.. And the mantra of living is to love what you have, work hard for what you desire and be grateful of what you already had..

    When I was a child
    Wanted to grow real soon..
    Now,
    When m grown young
    I want to feel my pre-teen toons..
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    ATTIC: Forlorn Truth..

    When I was a child
    Wanted to grow real soon..
    Now,
    When m grown young
    I want to feel my pre-teen toons..

    ©serrated_ink

  • the8specky 30w

    Patience is Beautiful

    Sweet scent that intoxicate your mind,
    amazed would be only those, who try to find,
    bet you, many tried to bind,
    rose is she called, one of a kind,
    and gladly her heart is within mine.

    ©the8specky

  • serrated_ink 30w

    Only in the PARALLEL_UNIVERSE..
    Like the parallel lines, which never meets
    These universes, never intersects..
    Then, life would be little better for some..
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    #multiverse #wod #pod #universe #parallel #lalawrites #writersnetwork #writersbay #readwriteunite #mirakee

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    For this universe
    If there's a parallel one
    I hope,
    Its free from the
    society's aphorism..
    I wish,
    Women are given the
    freedom to fly..
    I desire,
    Equity is served..

    ©serrated_ink

  • serrated_ink 31w

    SPICE_B0X

    On a sunday sunrise
    Waking up to some good tidings
    Thought of rustle up some nosh
    Peeped into the wooden spice box..

    The red hot CHILLIES
    Swirled in stance of attitude
    As if the red devil queen..

    The bright yellow TURMERIC
    Smashed the spoon
    Making an angle,
    Too bold in my eyes..

    The warm brownish CINNAMON
    Twisted in sharp posture
    To pinch the taste tight..

    The deep, muted, rusty orange
    With a copper undertoned NUTMEG
    Tinched to make sour warm exit..

    The brownish black CLOVE
    Stood tall in pride, as a cox
    As to host my wooden spice box..

    The greyish white fresh resin
    Which turned to dark amber colored ASAFOEDIA
    Acerbed to flinch my face right..

    The last, to catch my site
    Pure white SALT in my mind
    Smirked in triumph as the ruling knight..

    As these spices talked to me
    With their appearances, I turned
    To my favorite delight
    The powerful pungent GARLIC
    Giving significance texture to all my viands..

    Glossary-:
    1. Good tidings = Good News
    2. Rustle up = Prepare
    3. Nosh = Food
    4. Cox = In charge of a its crew
    5. Acerbed = Sour
    6. Triumph = Victory
    7. Ruling Knight = To rule all the cookings
    8. Viands = Item of food

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    SPICE_B0X

    On a sunday sunrise
    Waking up to some good tidings
    Thought of rustle up some nosh
    Peeped into the wooden spice box..

    ©serrated_ink

  • the8specky 31w

    What if it ends, what if I end, what if we both end?
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    What If My Pen Ends

    What will happen if my pen ends?
    Will my name be erased?
    Will my work be forgotten?
    Or I will be the news’s title?

    If tomorrow my pen is no more,
    What will be the title to my story?
    That I was great,
    Or I was a passerby in this jangle?

    I’m in fear if my pen comes to an end,
    What will I become?
    What will my work become?
    Or I will end too as the pen?

    It is a great debate inside me,
    Debate that is full of fear,
    As I watch my pen drain out,
    What will happen next?

    ©the8specky

  • rekhuu 31w

    I'm full of myriad emotions and battle mood swings every other minute. Right from the time daylight sneaks into my room through the screen of my bedroom window. A blaring alarm is enough to raise your temper and make you see red, like a red hot chilli. Whilst the morning ginger "chai" refreshes your mind. The mind-boggling aroma of different spices like cloves, cumin, cardamom and cinnamon sticks being fried comes wafting through the kitchen from my sunday brunch, "the Biryani". The turmeric - a commoner in all households is an antioxidant and an all time healer motivating me to be kind and humane to everyone around. Black pepper adds flavour to the dish and salt, the seasoning enhances the flavour. My senses are highly enlightened, thinking of the output - an appetizing and sumptuous meal. The biryani topped with mint leaves adds a coolness quotient and brings with it an aura of immense freshness. With a refreshed mind, I write through the day - tales of bygone years of distant lands that no longer exist. I use the spices of writing - mellifluous metaphors, sublime syllables, soulful similes, pristine verses, amorous alliteration. I stretch out in the evening and drink a glass of turmeric milk. Turmeric keeps diseases at bay and maintains my health. Now it is dinner time and off I go to yet another appetizing dinner filled with colourful spices that maintain my health and add colours to my life.


    /Chai - Tea

    Biryani - A mixed rice dish originating amongst the Muslims of India. It is made with Indian spices, rice, and meat, and sometimes, in addition, eggs and/or vegetables such as potatoes in certain regional varieties. Biryani is popular throughout the Indian subcontinent, as well as among its diaspora./

    #spice #wod #ceesreposts #lalawrites #RT_M_R

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    Colours are to life
    as spices are to food
    and posies to poets

    ©rekhuu

  • serrated_ink 31w

    As the frost enters in the year and the chills start to wind around, the sunrays struggles to feel the forest land and the cold breezes tend to shiver the greenery.. My bulbs are dug eight inches down the earth's crust and the wait is on..

    As the high noon starts to crawl into the year and my bulbs are ready to bloom, my leaves and stems are now set to glow and have the very first petal of mine..

    The journey begins as I m now sired and ready to blossom in the new life.. The insects crawling and the birds chirping, the sunbeams tickles the holy ride..

    The sprinkles giggles,
    To kiss my lips
    I The TULIP, smile..

    Different shades of me resembles different emotions of you, so I am gifted to different people as the gestures of your feelings up right..

    The RED of me is for the everlasting intense L0VE, the perfect one as a delight..

    The PINK of me symbolizes the happiness of C0NFIDENCE, gifting this to self is pride..

    The PURPLE of me is for the lavished R0YALTY, the heist of the best life..

    The YELL0W of me symbolizes the cheerful TH0UGHTS, making the atmosphere around bright..

    The WHITE of me is for the art of F0RGIVENESS, the craft of setting free the negativity..
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    I was B0RN to BL00M

    The sprinkles giggles,
    To kiss my lips
    I The TULIP, smile..

    ©serrated_ink