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  • inkliings 2w

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    In all the fun
    In all the sadness
    In all the moments
    In all the time
    First name clicked on my mind is you

    In my all lessons
    In my all poem
    In my all stories
    In my all morals
    First thought that clicked my mind is you


    In my all hours
    In my all days
    In my all weeks
    In my all years
    First thing I pin up on daily notes is you


    In my all shades
    In my all dresses
    In my all glances
    In my all graces
    First thing glows on me is smile because of you

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    In my all

    In my all shades
    In my all dresses
    In my all glances
    In my all graces
    First thing glows on me is smile because of you
    ©inkliings

  • inkliings 2w

    Perspective defines our choices, and choices defines who we are
    ©inkliings

  • inkliings 2w

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    Sometimes we feel all broken, curses our past and all our actions, when we locked the all of us in that heart and pretend that we don't have any

    And then when we are surviving through all,
    Just someday, some person walk in our life
    and with their heart they unlock our heart's lock where we almost hide our every feelings our every emotions and each and every part of ourself that is secretly desperate for love

    The way they are, the way they hold us, the way they stand right behind you, the way they just stay near you, even that person is at distance, you feel them closest to you, just their moves surreptitiously tells you that they are "one".

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    And then when we are surviving through all,
    Just someday, some person walk in our life
    and with their heart they unlock our heart's lock where we almost hide our every feelings our every emotions and each and every part of ourself that is secretly desperate for love
    ©inkliings

  • daffonix 28w

    I walk towards my bed, to finally lay down after a frustrating day. As I stride past my mirror, I halt gulping down all the saliva I can gather and take small steps back in front of my giant mirror. As I gaze at my reflection, I can see a tired woman who worked awfully hard to block out their voices. I put up a small smile and say, “Mirror mirror, on the wall, what happened last year, was it my fault?” A dry chuckle leaves my mouth, as I realize how delusional I am, for expecting an answer. I spin around and reach for my door and my keys. I put on the 2 solid locks that have been protecting me from the doomsday. I pull the handle to check whether the door is locked properly and I smile when I realize they are. I advance towards my windowsill, which views a cold, wet night outside. I seal it as well and drape the curtains after peeking at the lousy weather outside, again. This seems oddly similar. Sigh.

    I pick up my nightclothes and change in the bathroom. There’s another mirror here. I stare at my clad body. I make sure that every inch of my skin is secured with fabric. Ever since that day. It’s funny when I think about it now. I wasn’t wearing anything remotely skimpy that day, either. As far as I can remember, I was decently attired. Sigh. My hair is unkempt, but who cares? Right? My hair was unkempt that day too, but it still happened. Why did it happen? I still ask myself every day. I never quite receive the answer, though.

    I slip under my quilt, letting myself slowly cover me. Initially, when I slept with my arms and legs bare, it felt dreadful when the warmth of the duvet slowly stroked my skin. As soon as my head hits my pillow, I plunge into a peaceful slumber.

    I see him advancing towards me slowly. As he carries a wicked grin, I take a step backward. I flinch when my back meets the mirror, and he discharges a growl that is eerie. My breath at this point matches my heart’s pace. ‘Think, honey, think! You will not be unarmed against him. He won’t do anything, he will just warn you once and that’s it. He’ll leave you alone.’ All my attempts at convincing myself vanished when he shoved me against the mirror and trailed his fingers along my thighs.

    He cleared the distance between us by leaning on me wantonly. “You evidently want this, otherwise why would you wear those tight jeans when I advised you not to…?” He hissed in my ear and I could sniff the liquor. At this point, I was shuddering with dread. He shifted his mouth along my collar, and as disgusting as it felt, I knew I couldn’t give up. I roamed my hands in search of something that would stop him, immediately. My fingers clutched a lamp, and I flung it towards his head. As he groaned in pain, I released a giant breath infused with whimpers and un-comfort. With his hands off of me, I rushed towards the door to escape.I jerked the handle repeatedly, but no use. The silly door won’t open. As my breaths grew sharper, so did the fear that it won’t take him much time to recover. I struggled to open the window, just when he grabbed my hair and smashed my head against the wall. I could sense the blood dripping down and everything started looking blurred. I was in pain, but still conscious. I felt his fingers fidgeting with my jeans and soon enough my legs felt exposed. Every minute his skin touched mine was like a cruel sting. I recall crying, ‘no’ several times. But he never stopped.

    When I eventually attained full consciousness, I was struck with a throbbing pain between my thighs. I couldn’t believe it. He had his way with me and I couldn’t avoid him. I struggled to stand upright with tremendous difficulty and put on my jeans that were hurled to the other side of this reeking room. It hasn’t struck me yet. I’m still numb. I read into my reflection on the shattered mirror. And as I trace my fingers to my head, I feel the dried blood and tears. I tightly close my eyes as a fresh stream of tears trickles down my cheeks and run. I just run. I run till I reach my home. ‘What will I tell them? Dad will be heartbroken… will he take me to the police station and be my support?’

    My parents and brother are appalled by the news that I had just burst. My mother is in tears, and my brother has fear written all over his face and my dada, well he seems angry. And just when I hoped they would support me, my mother pops that bubble by claiming, “Why did you wear that western dress?”, “Why didn’t you leave sooner?”, “Surely, you must have prompted him to punish you!” And that is what severed me. They didn’t believe a word that I had to say. I quickly realized that the scorn on their faces was not towards my rapist. It was towards me.

    I wake up abruptly after being haunted by the same dream. My face is drenched with sweat. I pull myself out of my bed and ran towards the bathroom sink, where I splash my face with water, to get me out of my nightmare state completely. I gasp when a fresh set of sobs are released and I drop my body on the floor.

    We as a country are advancing in several fields. The patriarchy still prevails as hard as a rock. With everything that’s happening around the world, a 19-year-old girl was gang-raped recently in Hathras, UP. Another rape was committed not long after. It’s delusional to excuse and normalize the rape culture. We blame the victim shamelessly to escape the truth. The simple truth of something wrong is draped with caste, religion and stinking politics. We make noise for the victim but never let them speak. Her clothes don’t give you consent. Her smile does not give you consent. Her mannerisms don’t give you the consent. And honestly, speaking, it is not even about the gender of the victim. Such vile bastards are just looking to gratify their disgusting desires.

    And the saddest part of this is that nothing will change. No matter how much you or I scream…nothing will change. If you’ve read this far, thank you. Sadly, I can’t give you a solution, because there is no solution. I am not safe. You are not safe. All I can say is that “don’t make so much noise that their voices can’t be heard.” We live among a sick mentality, and sadly, we can do nothing about it.

    ©daffonix


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    Even with good people,
    Even with people that you can trust.
    If the truth is inconvenient.
    And if the truth doesn't, fit.
    they don't believe it.

  • daffonix 32w

     Here comes that night again, when I’m the cup brimming with melancholy. I sit by the windowsill gazing at the bright stars and the moon. Stars burn in fire and scar themselves to look so dazzling. The moon is just a facade of the scars of our very own sun. Foolish as I am, I compare all of us and discover quite a lot in common. I’ve burned in fire for as long as I can remember. I’ve shown myself as a lie that everyone remembers. But never have I been fearless enough to illustrate the scars I bear.

    I sniffle as the salt trickles down my rough cheeks. I peer up, struggling to stop them but in vain. Today, they demand to come out. They demand to breathe while leaving me breathless. They demand to glisten under the moonlight. They demand to feel the gravity. And I am too exhausted to fight them. I am too exhausted to wipe them off. I am too exhausted to pretend. I am too exhausted to care. I’m too exhausted to muzzle them when my sobs join. I wail incessantly.

    I sense your presence when you stand behind me, contemplating if you should nudge my shoulder. My skin itches when it senses yours inches away from me. Your palm meets the skin of my shoulder and I shudder as if a thermal shock goes down to my spine. It’s been several seconds, yet I’m still shaking and my wails get noisier infused with thousands of moments of anguish. This is how I acknowledge your presence while another hate monologue takes place inside my chaotic mind.

    My mind is an interesting place. It’s a penitentiary, housing a single but the most treacherous prisoner of all. It’s a torture chamber customized specifically for the most malicious prisoner of all. Her solitary confinement cell is overseen by an invisible demon who tasers her when she tries to flee. Every day is a unique day. Every day the prisoner is tormented by new devious thoughts. On conduct of moral behavior, they allow her to smile. On other days they suck away all the joyous memories from her. She preserves her faith to escape out alive and shields it with her life. And even though she’s been here on several occasions, she fails to recall how she escaped the last time.

    I smile when I conform and do what they say. I wail when I don’t and endure the repercussions. You bend your back and wrap your arms around my collar from behind. I exhale an intense sigh when your stubble kisses my damp cheeks. My head pounds even after being inundated by your scent. I try my best to breathe and calm down, for you are here. I find it tough to raise my fingers to rub the tear stains off. My breathing is jagged and you can feel it.

    You don’t move, hoping to radiate some of your warmth to me. But it’s vain because I don’t seize it. The magic I believed you could create does not spark. The embrace which I believed to be my medicine does nothing. Your silence, which I thought was calming, turns to be deafening. The soft kisses that made me smile fail to kill my tears. The face, I believed, would secure me, merely pushes me further into the pits of my anguish. You stand here behind me struggling to soothe my shaking body, helpless and overthink if you did something wrong.

    I am too exhausted to tell you what’s wrong because it’s nothing different. I am too exhausted to stop you from overthinking when I myself find it arduous to lose myself free from the shackles. I am too exhausted to form a lucid sentence. I am too exhausted to tell you my story all over again because it’s too twisted for anyone to understand. I am too exhausted to make you understand that nothing is wrong with you. I am too exhausted to believe that your appreciation will make me feel better. I am too exhausted to pretend that that my demons can only harm me. I am too exhausted to let you drown with me when I know how vicious my waters are. I am too exhausted to pretend that your love and time will heal my pain.

    Because sometimes pain is stronger than love. And love is too precious to be profaned by pain.

    ©daffonix

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    Said even if it's true,
    no matter what I do
    I'm never gonna escape
    I won't give up on hope,
    secure another rope
    And try for another day.

  • daffonix 33w

    As the sun descends the horizon, we occupy our usual spot on my maple convertible with a scarlett woolen blanket draped around our arms, shielding us from the outside chill. We delve into the others' eyes while a stupid action film plays on T.V. in front of us. We never heed to it. As I blabber my senseless notions about the world, you keep a straight face brimming to break into that charming smile of yours. My monologue is incessant and brutal, yet you stay here, with me through all the rants and dramatics since the day we met. Thank you.

    Date night at 8, passionately which I hate. Not because of the date but for my display. I toil for hours at job I'm no good at ; 'Maquillage'. Yes, I don't know the difference between an eyeliner and kohl. I don't know the difference between lipstick and lip gloss. I don't know the difference between foundation and powder. I'm traveling on a road without a compass only to look enticing. I stride the floor of my room while you wait downstairs. I finally give up and get down to face you unbeknown to your reaction. As soon as you reach my eyes, your priceless giggle repletes the room. You dwindle the space between us and dig out a handkerchief from your pocket, and wipe my messy lipstick away. I close my eyes in embarrassment when you place your lips against mine and ease the pressure off my mind. "You don't need it", you say as I take a big sigh of relief and deepen the kiss. Thank you.

    Unbeknownst to your cheeky ideas, we take a stroll on the soft sand with our bare feet that occasionally dampen with the caress of the sea. You jolt me into the cool waves and snicker on seeing me soaked. I make it my mission to repay your favor. I deliberately walk away from you forcing you to follow. While you're almost apologizing to my indignant facade, I bend down to collect your favor. The classic game of water spash turns perilous as my fingers amass the drenched sand beneath the cool water, that flies onto your bare chest. The disbelief lingers on your face for several seconds and I realize that it may have been too much. Just as I start to apologize, my hair meets with a mass of drenched sand thrown by you. I gasp on meeting those
    diabolical eyes and charge at you for revenge. The dreadful game continues until we're basically covered in sand. The laughter continues at a childish yet fun moment as we finally wash ourselves up and reach the shore. We giggle like cheeky children unbeknownst to the judging pairs of eyes. Thank you.

    I plan our first homemade dinner and prepare for it my best. Your mom gives me the recipe of the dish you were devoted to when a child. All the ingredients with right proportions; the perfect batter with a messy station; the perfect layering; the perfect timing in the oven; the perfect plating and lighting; the perfect dress and light music of the album you loved. Everything was perfect and ready be devoured. Even more so when you knocked my door. I could hear my heart pounding against the chest walls as my cheeks turned amusingly warm. It felt weird to be so excited every time you were around. I open the door to your nefariously charming face which closes the space between mine. It feels illegal with every kiss, which abruptly stops when you take a wiff of your favorite baked goodie. Your face lights up like a child when you recognize your mom's recipe of lasagne. You charge at me for a tight embrace and thank me. I cross my fingers lest our evening should fail as you take a seat in front of the sizzling plate. I wait for you to take a bite after I take my seat, cautiously analyzing your every expression. I hold my breath when the fork places the bite in your mouth waiting for a response. But it's all blank for a couple of seconds without any movement. Finally when you start to chew, you say, "It's so good! I don't have the words to explain it!", and I release my breath and start to devour my plate. Only after I take a bite myself, I realize what's wrong. Salt. I don't even chew it and run towards the dustbin. I wash my mouth till the all the traces of extra salt leave my mouth. Soon after, I'm joined by you with non-judgmental smile on your face while I offer an apologetic face. You wrap your arms around me in front of the mirror and while looking into my reflection, whisper, "It's the effort that counts. Wanna order a pizza?" I flash my embarressed smile and kiss your cheek, and say, "Please!". We both chuckle after with you reach your phone to place the order. We look at each other's reflections again and do our hysterical laugh. Thank you.

    Thank you for being someone I bared my soul onto. Thank you for being my hero when it comes to insects and reptiles. Thank you for laughing with me at an awkward situation. Thank you for being the loudest clapper in my single-person audience after a disastrous performance. Thank you for being the only one listening to my endless chatter. Thank you for lending me your shoulder and silence when I just wanted to float in my tears. Thank you for bad mouthing the things we hate, with me. Thank you for being who you are when you had the choice of being someone else. Thank you for seeing me the way I am when I was trying to be someone else. Thank you for being the heart of my heart...

    ©daffonix

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    Hey, you...
    Thank you.

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  • daffonix 36w

    You remember that exhausting moment when you know that you have won over your demons...yet they keep coming back again claiming what they believe is to be theirs; your sanity?

    You know demons are usually visualized as red in color. Mine is pitch black. It's almost like it's invisible. I never anticipate it's visit. And when I'm in that dark room with the dark invisible demon, I get this pins and needles feeling in my whole body. I feel threatened for being brutally violated to the depths of my core. Even when I know that I had once, defeated it, I feel ridiculously weak to my knees. It's like wherever I face it, it sucks away all of my power and my will and feasts on it.

    I feel so low every time I'm in that room. I lose the will to stand up. I lose the will to smile. I lose the will to even open my eyes. I lose the will to see anyone at all. There is always a will to live but its tiny. It's never fulfilling when I enter that room. It's like what makes me human, is sucked away by that darkness. I get this voice in my head to run. And I do. But somehow I rarely reach the end. It's always so obscure, I cannot comprehend the directing my legs move me. Perhaps they're tired too and run in circles.

    When I lie down, I try to take full breaths to control my deluging tears. And whenever I stop, to stop feeling anything at all, suddenly my body feels ponderous. My fingers lose the spirit to flinch. I eyelids confine my eyes to another darkness. I try to breath peace but my ears don't let me.

    I sometimes, once again wish for everything to stop. Sometimes, I don't want to wake up. Sometimes I don't want to smile. Sometimes I don't want to be grateful. Sometimes I don't want to have friends. Sometimes, I don't want to think. Sometimes, I don't want to go back into that dark room. Sometimes I don't want breathe.

    A part of me is dissapointed in me. A part of me wants to be her best. A part of me wants to win at life. A part of me wants to love herself. A part of me wants to breath life. A part of me wants to be content. A part of me wants to smile because she's just feeling like it. A part of me wants to conquer her inhibitions. A part of me wants to defeat the dark demon again.

    This dark room is endless.
    But so am I.
    There is always a key hidden
    Where you least expect it.
    One day, I will find it.
    One day, I'll be brave.
    One day, I'll laugh at the dark demon.
    One day, I'll smile because I want to.
    One day, I will love myself.
    One day I'll make myself proud.

    There is always hope, right?

    ©daffonix

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    The Dark Room...

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  • inkliings 36w

    Day
    It's another day
    past has gone
    future will come
    but
    present is in present
    your work is same
    even the destination isn't change
    only you have to start with new hope
    from new start point

    ©inkliings

  • daffonix 36w

    To
    The guy who stole my heart

    Hey there. My teenage years had 3 phases. In the first one, vampires and immortality enchanted me. I have always been a romantic and the song, ‘A Thousand Years’ was a fuel to my absurd imagination about eternal love. As I grew older, I entered my second phase of maturity in which I still had a deep-rooted belief and longing for eternal love, but thank heavens I no longer believed immortality was cool. I started disliking the complete idea of a long life, which is mostly lonely.

    In the third phase, my faith in eternal love faded steadily. I had a new concept brewing inside the maze of my mind. The kind of love I always craved was rare. 7.8 billion people in the world and I was craving for something that’s rare. My chances were slim. And the surprising moment was when I finally accepted it. I accepted that I wouldn’t really find love because there are so many humans out there who need it more than I. It was shattering at first, but slowly I got the hang of it. The reason it was so devastating was because I associated happiness with love since childhood. It was almost like a dream not coming true. Like everything that I’d been told was a lie. All of it. But then I started working towards what I wanted to do. At 17 I had realized that there are tons of things you achieve in life which bring happiness to not only that person but also those who surround him or her.

    Sigh…those were some days, huh? Well, before writing down the most cliche line in this letter, I just want to confess that I was an imbecilic little girl. And then we stumbled upon each other like a cyclone stumbling upon land and obliterating everything in sight. Don’t worry, you’re the kind land that let my demonic storm be at peace. Trust me, I’m the most insecure person I know. Meeting you was like a shot circuit in my noisy brain. Millions of insecurities gathering up one second then ‘poof’! I’m kidding…it didn’t just poof. For a long time the voices in my head just started getting louder and louder till it became deafening.

    You had the key to my mind’s prison but unlike an impulsive famished prisoner; I waited till I was worthy of my freedom. I waited till I was sure I could control my demons enough to never hurt you. It seemed like forever that way, so I willed myself to see things from different perspectives. And that’s when the grenade of my mind exploded. I never took into consideration what all good I could promise to give you. I realized that my fear of my demons affected me more than they ever could to you. I considered all the possibilities, and it was 50-50. I followed my heart because its pounding was all I could hear. And it led to a place that was warm, gentle, uncomfortably comfortable and demanded your chin to rest on my head. If only it wasn’t uncomfortably comfortable, I’d choose to be in your tight embrace forever.

    I’m sorry if it’s not the cute love-story you expected, which you must know is yet to be written. You “just” stole my heart. I am adamant, there’s a whole new story after.

    For now, consider this as a thank you note more than a simple confession. Thank you for not choosing me when I was at war with myself. Thank you for making me desire for another way, because there is always another way. I am ready to begin this new journey with you. And I honestly don’t care if we’ll last forever. Since all I’m asking is one day, every day…

    From
    Your ardent companion

    ©daffonix

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    One day...
    ©daffonix

  • daffonix 37w

    Love is a complex notion. It in itself is a concoction of millions of sentiments, vibes, gestures. It is in what we think, what we see, what we expect, what we feel, what we do and even in what we don’t want to think, see, assume, feel or do. Every movie and book of the romantic genre you’ve stumbled upon has brainwashed you into thinking what love really isn’t. Contemporary entertainment builds up a couple of grim scenes to represent that no matter how rough the situation is, love will consistently triumph.

    We live in a fast-paced world. And in this world, it is a rare phenomenon for love to win. In our system, love fails constantly in several families. Why do you think children of our generation are susceptible to mental health issues? It is not the inadequacy of love showered by parents that induces this; it is the inadequacy of understanding and trust. I have constantly believed that there is no love without trust and there is no trust without communication and there is no communication without observation and listening.

    Entertainment has obliterated the idea of love, hence our perception of it. We don’t have a clue about what love truly is. Throughout our childhood, we have been taught of love being the light we follow to evade our darkness. They never teach you that your darkness is inevitable. Your darkness never leaves your mind. One just learns to live with it and control it. They never teach you that love is a darkness in itself waiting to find light in us but is ultimately disappointed because of our petty greeds and lies.

    Love has become a veil that everyone hides behind. It has turned into a convenient lie to get what we want. Otherwise why do we start believing in the motto “Love Yourself” only after we’ve been wounded by it. Admit it, no one prepares you to love yourself when you fail. And and in this weary journey you acquire a toxic definition of love.

    To accomplish any target, there is an equal possibility to win and fail. So I will end my note on this; Love is an obscure hope which only sparks when we find light in our self. So instead of inferring about this notion from what you read and see; because trust me, there are hundreds of diverse theories about love. My conclusion is that love means different to every different individual. It is an extraordinary but a peculiar gesture. It not logical, it is nonsensical. It is when you have power to wreck, but you don’t. There is no special explanation to it. Either you will fall in your beloved’s arms or into the obscurity of your own doom…

    ©daffonix

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    Love is not special per se,
    You make it so...

    ©daffonix

  • inkliings 37w

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    Dear Kizie Basu ,

    I just wanna write this to you and wanna tell you that I know you don't want to be strong but you are strong

    We have seen your struggle with pushpinder and might we are impotent to understand how irritating it is to not be able to breathe freely.I know you believed that one day you'll left your love ones behind and this dreadful thought is sole reason for you to live .

    But the way Manny traverse your life , we have seen your two lives and both are
    completely different .With Manny you are happy , you have his prepossessing smile to live one more day , you have him and you wanna live one more day to live with him.
    You wanna be normal not strong and with Manny ,you are normal and beautiful .

    When Manny said to your papa that , sir , I always dream big but cannot make them true but Kizie has only single wish and I really wanna make it true and next day you all landed on the land of paris...that's so beautiful

    I cannot imagine how hard it would be for you ,when you come to know that his PET scan lit like a Christmas tree and you have to pretend that he is not dying .and then u have tried your best to make his remaining life best.

    When he said " heroine should have to compromise and with full love in your eyes you replied in yes " at that moment I felt completely different .you are ready to do everything that makes him happy .

    At last scene when he said "seri kizie Basu " ,I think we all feel the same way like you did
    We all have seen his attractive smile last time and it left us with tears

    But now I think u have to be strong , because Immanuel's story live as long as you live ❤️







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  • daffonix 38w

    I sprint back home in a drizzle
    Clutching my finals' results.
    I finally reach the door and
    Try to calm my breath
    Which is rimmed with excitement.
    Locking myself in my room
    Where it's just you and I...
    I sit down in front of my mirror
    And quickly trace your tip over my eyelids.
    As I look in the mirror,
    I see a young smile breaking into laughter
    And the eyes gleaming like never before.

    I plod around restlessly in a dire need
    To hear something, anything other than
    the callous voices in my head.
    Even the thunder renders itself vain
    To hush the whispers and tears.
    As my head pounds, I find myself
    In front of that same doorstep,
    I once called home.
    The voices have taken me far away
    And I don't know why I shouldn't go inside.
    Here I am again, locked away from the monstrosity of the world.
    I sit in front of the cracked glass and stare.
    My restless fingers find you and
    I, once again trace your tip over my eyelids.
    My red eyes have never looked so vicious.

    Why? Why do I seek you at every emotion?
    Why do I need you to validate my emotions?

    You are meant to enhance one's beauty yet I feel you just trace a facade. Facades over me and so many other humans. Why can't I see myself when I'm without you? Why can't I control myself, when I see you? Why do I have to have you over my eyes whenever I feel something, anything.

    Why do I let you validate what I feel? Why do I always keep you close, lest if I feel something, I will need you?
    Why do I need you to remind myself to feel something?
    Why am I tied to your shackles?

    ©daffonix

    ~I honestly don't know why I wrote this. Just can't sleep. If you can read between the lines...do let me know. Yours truly.~

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  • inkliings 38w

    Sometimes in somone's boundations we feel free
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    To the raghav from chichore

    Yes I know you failed your dream but u know what you didn't fail your life . If a part of your life doesn't trace the path of success , it doesn't mean that your whole life resides in the shadows of failure .

    On your result day , you have no right to fail your life . A dream is a part of your life in which u have to live , it's not your whole life .
    All dreams don't come true .If they do ,then there would be almost no failure - success stories.

    Yes I know and I accept failure feels like hell , like everything is destroyed , like u have failed everyone and most important yourself
    But at that moment you have no right to fail your life , what you can only do is to accept that failure with big smily curves and give yourself one more chance always

    You have plan A that works when u have success but how *do* you dare to forget about Plan B that works when you *deal with* failure .
    Failure doesn't mean you are a looser , it means you have to do things on your own way , not in the way that others teach you.

    Yes I know , it is very easy to say all this , but I know you are the strongest and still you have your most imp thing with you "life"
    and you know applause are *louder* for the one who stand after failure

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    To the raghav from chichore

    Yes I know you failed your dream but u know what you didn't fail your life . If a part of your life doesn't trace the path of success , it doesn't mean that your whole life resides in the shadows of failure .

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  • inkliings 39w

    Sometimes we have to be rude to hide our feelings for good
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    Sometimes all we need a tight hug from our love ♥️

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    I don't know what kinda magic mom have .In her love sight , our broken heart heals even she has no idea about our broken heart ❤️

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    To the person I wanna hug right now but I cann't


    Ohh man!
    yes I'm also eagerly waiting for the day when I would lose myself in your tightly hold arms .

    hands are numb enough ,
    Just wanna wrap them around you
    to make them feel ,
    'how it would be like to feel live !'
    I wanna live again with the feel again that , 'how it would be like to smell like you !'

    I want you to hold me tight as much as you can
    I want to hold you as long as I can
    I wanna feel your magical ride again
    I wanna sympohines my every breath with your heat beat

    I would like to be on my toe
    try to kiss you
    and I want you to lift me
    So I can kiss your head
    and make you feel that
    How much I have missed you !

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    To the person I wanna hug right now but I can't

    I want you to hold me tight as much as you can
    I want to hold you as long as I can
    I wanna feel your magical ride again
    I wanna sympohines my every breath with your heat beat

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    MAA
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    I can't share pain of my broken heart with her
    But with her I cannot feel that pain anymore
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  • daffonix 41w

    To
    the guy whose heart I’ll break,

    I should start by apologizing. Not because I will tear your heart. But for meeting you. For letting you in the ceaseless storm of my life. I need to apologize for being selfish and not allowing you to receive the love you deserve. For saying “it’s not you, it’s me.” It is me. I’m messed up real bad. And the ugly fact is that I can’t do anything about it.

    Nothing had ever scared me until I realized that I can ruin the lives dear to me. It paralyzed me more than the thought of ruining myself. People have hurt me too many times until I became numb. Every time something bad happened, it was like yet another layer of vibranium shielded my heart. I always pushed people away, maybe for the fear of getting hurt or hurting them.

    Then you come along just like the rain, to annoy and soothe me at my low points. I never can comprehend why you hover around the person who consistently pushes you away. And just like that, my sanity will get the best of me. I wouldn’t imagine a day where I didn’t bicker with you; where you didn’t pull my leg’; where you deliberately did not speak loudly to get my undivided attention. I wouldn’t imagine a day without being within your proximity. And that is where I should quit. But I know me. I wouldn't be able to.

    Unfailingly, I would go along this dreadful emotion called love. While you will offer me that calm, I will be preparing a hurricane. I will love staying up all night just to hear your voice; I will love your old school notes between our classes; I will love the time when you tickle me for no reason; our secret after-hours rendezvous’; our stare games during the lectures; our food fights and romance; I will love debating over things that don’t matter; I will love your annoying little heart with all my spirit. What will go wrong then?

    I will happen. I will realize it isn’t ethical for you to love a breathing corpse. I will realize that all good things come to an end. Soon, I could ruin you beyond repair. If only I can love myself the way I will love you, I would never fear breaking you. You will touch my heart, cradle it, and I will push you away before the force of vibranium collapses on you.

    I am not justifying what I am about to do. I am just saying that sometimes; the time is wrong for 2 people to come together. In our case, I will be wrong. I am writing this letter to you so you find closure and the girl who showers you with love more than what you deserve.

    From
    The cactus who loved you too much...

    ©daffonix

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  • daffonix 42w

    Once upon a time, there was a songbird who tried to replete the lush green woods with her saccharine voice. She fluttered around and around the greenery during the day, hoping to revive the peace of a crowded mind. She sought and sought and sought and sang and sang and sang. She tried her best to present herself as a lively, polite and melodious songbird, precisely as they demanded her to. Her eyes always tried to spot beams and mirth, and when they did, she felt proud. Proud that she could alter the curve of faces.

    But no matter how hard she tried, the evil callous voices somehow always clocked in in her own mind during the night. When she expected to have a goodnight’s sleep for revival for the next day’s task, the voices crept in her mind and rendered her weak to the bone. When she expected to hear the quiet chirping of crickets at dusk, all she heard was a travesty of laughs and her own humility.

    She doubted her skill to calm the storms of folk’s minds by her soulful music. She doubted if her existence was valid. She doubted if the curves she produced was just a facade to mock her vulnerability. Oh yes, singing was her vulnerability, as when she sang she was transparent. Her own voice strayed her from reality and she never noticed what she was exposing.

    “I’ve been so naïve,” she always thought to herself at night, drained. Without taking a decent slumber, she began her task of the day bearing a feeble frame and mind. As days passed by, she grew tired and weary, was unable to create the magic that had kept the forest alive. The callous voices found their way to her mind now during the day. She couldn’t rest at dusk or sing at dawn. The voices were getting obese day by day.

    One day, her flight failed, and she landed hard on the wet grass. Although she was hurt, the fragrance of a bright daffodil hypnotized her. The daffodil gently nuzzled her frail frame, while she tried to rest her heavy eyes. The pain endured by the songbird disturbed the daffodil who wrapped her in her petals.

    A wonderful idea struck her which could alter everything. She hugged the songbird tight when the poor farmer burned her green patch. Before the flames turned them into ashes, the daffodil released her poison in the songbird’s mouth.

    Everything went quiet then, except for the cracking noise of the fire. Suddenly the songbird emerged out of the flares with burning feathers and wings. She was grateful for the daffodil’s sacrifice.

    The sacrifice was meant to give her another chance at life, which she was resolute to preserve, but it farther gave her a new identity of a phoenix that she didn’t want to relish alone. Hence, she devised herself a unique and sleek name.

    DAFFONIX; The one who is reborn from someone’s kindness (ashes).

    ©daffonix

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  • daffonix 44w

    For years, I have been trapped here without a trace of escape. I have been floating around in this boundless ocean waiting for your lifeboat. Swimming is frivolous when you don’t recognize the direction you’re moving.

    All my eyes can perceive is this ocean expanding rapidly with the season. I have counted my years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes and seconds under the scorching sun. I’ve tried to drink but all I feel is salt.

    At first, I was strolling on it. Slowly but steadily, the water reached my feet, then knees, then chest and now it rests comfortably till my neck. While the wind is tranquil, the water is intense.

    One day I realized that the liquid I was floating in for over a decade was not water at all. They are tears, hence they're salty.

    Someone once suggested never interrupt your tears from escaping their home, for they belong on your cheeks. The only problem is… I believed that someone and look how that turned out.

    I'm waiting for you to liberate me from this ocean of misery. I'm waiting for you to not let my tears cover me whole. I'm waiting for you to hear my wails and screams that have been silent for too long. I'm waiting for you to make me realize that this is not the end. I'm waiting for you to hold me tight in your comforting arms. I'm waiting for you to calm my worst jitters. I'm waiting for you to make me know that I'm enough. I'm waiting for you to take my hand and take me to our sweeter place. I'm waiting for you to wake me up from this nasty nightmare. I'm waiting for you to not let me drown.

    Will you come? Are you on your road? Or am I chasing a cloud?

    I have finally joined Instagram, so you can follow me there. The username is daffonix.

    ©daffodil_as_pheonix

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    I don't wanna be sad forever
    I don't wanna go one more day
    I just wanna wake up and realize
    Everything's gonna be okay
    I don't know how else to say it
    I don't wanna go through that war
    I don't wanna be sad, I don't wanna be sad
    I don't wanna be sad anymore...

    -LAUV

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