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  • laus_deo 1d

    I dwell upon the rainbow flames twerking
    on the clouds where dragonflies under
    the bronze toned sky kiss their reflection
    on a calm lake sprinkled with sunlight.
    Under the shadow of sage leaves who
    flaunt the raindrops fallen of them during
    monsoon showers, I breathe in the heavenly
    garden of my mother's heart brimming
    with a ocean of pure love for me,
    she's a kind human who cares for other
    people more than herself but plants
    while lilies and red cotton flowers that
    blooms only for me.

    The ancient scriptures inscribed on the tall monuments glittering with gold are the
    teachings spoken by her that nurtures my soul.
    The coos of dove are a prelude to the gentle
    sunrise which plasters it's yellow warmth on
    the grassy meadows, deciduous forests and
    well pruned vineyards.

    Romanticizing the season of autumn in plum poetries, I found a permanent shelter on the
    half moon bridge of winter. In the platoon
    of sestina poem, I am the scorching verses
    of a heart broken poet.

    ©laus_deo


    #roots #wod

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    WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

  • laus_deo 5d

    The vignette of a love poem
    slung on a pistol
    thousands of half baked verses
    melted on porcelain tiles
    withering the carnelian dusk
    dangling from hanging baskets,
    blood dropped like the whistle
    of steam train knocking on
    unknown earlobes,
    death sneaked from the
    tangled braids of brown hair.

    Crockery set breathed out
    the overcooked saying,
    "time heals everything"
    resting on her lap,
    the hamstrung grief
    was the blowing trumpet
    of how time kills everything,
    it scrunches the pain until a
    cassette of void builds a
    home within you,
    your shadow mocks you
    and you feel the urge to run
    away from the blinding lights
    to a place striped of known faces,
    the facade collided with the
    globules of lies long ago
    when you were a false prophet
    preaching the unpractised.

    ©laus_deo


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    RUSTED FIRE

  • laus_deo 1w

    I don’t know how I got this way,
    I’ll never be alright.
    So I’m breaking the habit,
    I’m breaking the habit tonight.

    - Linkin Park

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    BROKEN GLASSES

    Under the yellow citrine sky
    your shadow smells of burnt forests
    ashes raining from dying clouds
    you inhale and exhale
    you inhale and exhale
    until a pink phantom enchants your mind
    your eyes are the excavation site
    of a 14th century ancient city
    reeking ruins and treasure trove
    you stumble on flower strewn floors
    and clutch the cottage of lies
    but they know the howling winds
    caged in yout chest hums
    a different melody.

    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 1w

    Ice cream vendor chiming bell,
    birds singing and childen giggling,
    sage leaves dancing in the wind
    under the flickering street lights,
    raindrops on the window getting restless
    seeing the rays of longing in my eyes.

    she promised,"we will be together on your birthday"
    but promises made sometimes slither away.

    worn out ballerinas sticked to jaded feet
    are still tapping on the stone cold floor
    across the busy city,
    it's already eight in the evening and
    mama is still working,
    juggling with four different jobs to
    keep the home fire burning.

    dad left us long ago,
    no not to heaven but with his heaven,
    they say mama is a evildoer who
    prioritised her ego over her daughter
    for they haven't seen the onyx under her
    eyes that squeals she's sleep deprived
    but she tells me,
    "my daughter deserves a better life."

    she slides chopped vegatbles in fry pan
    and the clattering oil burns just like
    her bejeweled dreams now in ashes
    lying in the tombstones strewn with birches,
    I didn't realized when mama's dreams
    became mine and mine became hers.
    she's weary and suken but still won't
    give up to easily the naked storms.

    I have failed enough number of times
    to feel like a fallen disaster from the
    cloud capped sky but everytime
    I question my existence, mama
    embraces me in her arms and whispers,
    "You carry the most gorgeous smile
    I have ever seen."

    clock strikes nine, bricks and cold stones
    transforms home,
    the dinner tastes perfect tonight.
    together under the night sky,
    her face looks like a resplendent sanctuary
    I smiled, looked at her half sepia eyes,
    "woman like you drown oceans."

    ©laus_deo

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    GLITTER TO MY SKIES

    The core strength in me chants her name like an orchestra of carmelite monastery playing the violens
    of divine symphony.
    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 2w

    A letter to my dreams ✨

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    Dear dreams,

    Everytime I see sun splashing it's colours across the horizon, I wonder how it feels to soar high in the sky.
    There's a deep vault in my heart that flickers firelight and I am a firefly chasing you with earnest efforts.

    I wonder sometimes how will I ever be able to love and accept myself when today I am running from every bit of me. I can understand why people don't like me,it's because I don't like myself.What lies ahead is like a beast roaring with ferocity to catch me and keep my heart caged behind the iron bars of self loathe. I feel apologetic for hurting others but believe me the person most wounded by me is myself.

    So many years have passed since I lost myself. Still searching for her. Don't know how she is, where she is and will she ever come back?

    I feel guilty as my sternum is chocked due to the museum of excuses I can't hurl at others anymore. Looking in the mirror scares me at times when it reflects the fear stuck on my face like an ostrich.My pillow is a graveyard for the failures I have dumped over the years.

    I hope every step that I am taking is bringing me closer to you.I try stretching myself an extra mile everyday so that you don't slip away from my fingers in the pedestral of time.I know I am not living you at the moment but believe me when I think of you I find a purpose in my life, a hope to clinch onto when there's everything around to pull me down deeper and deeper.

    When every speck of hope is fading,I fathom how I still manage to catch a ray of sunshine that drives me towards you over the oceans and mountains stretched on my path.I feel myself drifting closer to you when I manage to afford a highly expensive sleep of intense satisfaction extracted from the toil and turmoil I go through the day.

    I have walked through the fire and the darkest alleys not to give up but to rise and salvage an empire from the ashes. You are not my desire but an irresistible need and I am not chasing you to get ahead of others but to get ahead of my yesterday.

    You are my savior and you are my beatitude.

    Your perpetual lover
    - Aditi

  • laus_deo 2w

    Memories staggering on the
    beach soaked in the last of
    August rainfall are rippling
    through the sand chanting
    our names
    let us taste the stars tonight
    crushed in fresh lemonade
    and lavender infused syrup
    can I unlove you just for a
    moment to plant the moon
    between my ribcage
    to slip the night through
    my fingers and allow the
    silver light to cascade
    down my veins and wash
    off the sins that I have
    committed in the name of
    love.

    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 2w

    I don't know what I have blabbered here *-*
    Tried something different than what I usually write.

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    HAVOC

    I wonder if the world would be ending tomorrow,
    will I able to extend a one mile smile
    across my face while standing
    in front of the dejected mirror
    just to know what self love feels like
    or whisper to myself I love you
    since I don't remember the last time
    I uttered these words to myself
    It's been really long feeling like the
    burnt edges of the toast
    guilt and self loathe are more
    stubborn to leave the home they
    have built within the damp walls
    of my soul than the waggish children
    who jump in the backyard to collect
    unripe mangoes fallen on the soil.
    If you are unfamiliar about me
    then do ask from other people,
    some will tell you how my heart
    smells of white lilies and some
    will tell you how I flaunt arrogance
    and evils stitched in my bones
    some may even narrate the
    tales of my old version that
    does not exists anymore
    It's lost somehere in the past
    and that's a beautiful relief
    aren't we supposed to be humans
    rather than god with incomplete
    stories and monolithic mistakes
    of tragedies and beautiful smiles
    all my desperate attemps to move
    away from my past
    to unlock myself from the burning
    bungalow caged in the middle
    of a dark forest is fleeting away
    with every passing dusk and so is
    the desire to live in this world
    still when somone asks me about life
    I shamelessly reply that it's fine.

    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 2w

    Doves are like death
    my poems are like you
    burning in agonized fire woods
    enshrouded promises buried
    beneath the cobblestone street
    of an overcrowded city
    will you save the breathless
    words or will you sell the stock
    of their heartbeats to the
    scavengers of time
    the raucous cry of bellbirds
    erupting across the magenta
    sky is a perfect classical chorus
    to match the words of my
    crestfallen poetry
    I stare at the station of sky
    through which several train
    of clouds move gently towards
    self destructive path
    at times the empty spaces lying
    between them stares back at me
    with shunned eyes
    what's more empty than a
    calloused
    heart dripping hope
    a saint once looking at the
    massive tombstone stiched on
    my forehead
    preached that this world is
    a beautiful disaster
    I told him that I was a dying soul
    and you were an igniting flame
    full of sparks and smoke
    grief isn't as soothing as it feels
    on a wrinkled piece of paper
    maybe I should write another
    poem in the name of love
    but tell me will you come to read?

    ©laus_deo


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    DIAMOND DUST

  • laus_deo 2w

    Thanks a bunch @writersnetwork!! ����

    #wod #hyperboles

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    The footsteps of spring are echoing in lemongrass and the clouds are shivering in summer cold. The rich soil below my feet is blended with the evils flowing endlessly from the garland of pearls hanging on the necks of solemn prayers daydreaming under the red cotton trees. Perhaps god has refused their passage through the gateways of heaven since they are singing the note of misery for others instead of hope for oneself.

    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 2w

    Happy birthday love!! ♥️��

    @jeelpatel

    Stay happy and enjoy with precious day ✨


    Wise girl who adds rainbows
    and smiles in your day when 
    you find yourself diving in
    turbulent streams
    she's a golden palette dipped
    in summer hues
    Of march freeze and sunset eyes,
    her heart resembles a
    cherry blossom forest
    with glorious castles in her bones,
    she's a rare gemstone
    honeyed soul who scatters
    stardust across her poetry
    and sings melody like a
    chirpy nightingale.

    ©laus_deo

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