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  • suranjana__ 55w

    #diminishing #pod #friendsc #suwn #suquill
    @miraquill (2)a second pod i am just on cloud 9 right now feeling so special�� I love you..♥️
    @writersnetwork (10) i love you♥️

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    S-tiching few old veins that slept apart
    grabbed them as a pleasant part
    and spread hues of trust for a perpetual art.

    D-azzling bones whirled astray
    a skull of dead flowers with fragrance stray
    muscles of stranger collided as a hope ray.

    N-avigating an epitome of vacated charm
    to the cerulean sky far away from harm
    the sapien clutched warmth in the soft arm.

    E-manicipating scars I remember
    making me inhale a pure member
    this elf resonated tunes of i g n i s from ember.

    I-lluminating tales of capillaries to amend
    my half scribbled verses and mend
    to an anecdote of benevolent end.

    R-upturing horrific screams in the abode
    with ethical love the elf embedded the bode
    weaving zephyr of strength and mighty ode.

    F-abricating blood of sun and moon, a blend
    and hanging bars in the sky she lend
    a soul with whom i can manifest a happy end.


  • suranjana__ 56w

    #start #homec #pod #suwn #suquill
    @writersnetwork you know i love you(9)
    @miraquill thank you so much for making my day the best .
    i love you to the moon and back��♥️(1)
    @fairytales_ and thanks to you for enjoying your sister's pod and to everyone. dii i just don't know how to react.
    this is my first ever pod i was waiting for this so much and now i am like just mute. ��♥️
    thank you everyone!! you are a part^_________^
    i soon would reply..

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    E-ndings are not always
    as peaceful as sunsets
    they conceal string of veins
    played in a howling rhythm
    while one vacates day and night
    into hell's magma of perpetual pain
    by foam of wretched blaze.

    M-umma and papa packaging bags
    of thrown out knitted nerves
    of love and warmth
    of kisses and hugs
    connecting the key of promise
    with the lock of sacrifices they said
    " we have to die now."
    i grabbed them in my heart
    with a tight fabric of alphabets
    that were dropping from my mouth
    as if i was vomiting fountain of
    shattered voices.

    O-ne and the other
    ashes upon ashes
    of good people dying in stairs
    some in wardrobes, in bathroom,
    in the living room and on the roof two
    grandparents clutching hands
    while death embedded them
    singing a lullaby for lungs and heart
    uncle and aunty yawning
    for the expiry date
    of muscles, of skin, of bones
    that would fondle with the soil
    of a startle graveyard
    hanging in our dead cells.

    H-owled we
    while parents of our lied on the deathbed
    scribbling hues imperfect
    in the dark grey sky
    portraying their photographs
    of withered eyes and ears
    of broken nose and nerves
    of chopped hands and hairs
    of deceased arteries and abdomen
    of prisoned veins and vocal chords.
    scars and wounds embraced them
    and left us alone
    in the dark vault.

    i gulped fear and
    swallowed melodies of trauma
    and then a hand whirling in the roof
    took away my sibling in its arms
    with a tale of another death
    i holded the curtain
    gulping another fear
    i scripted a poem for my home
    for the deceased people
    to take away me
    and the home shook
    and whispered death
    you are mine.