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  • laus_deo 1w

    Light leaks from the leaves of the
    sugar apple trees after feasting on
    fresh fruits and touches the morning
    petrichor sungazing on the ground.
    The holiday lights snore unapologetically
    as the hustle and bustle of the busy
    city is added as a preservative in the
    jar of January juice being served on
    the first Sunday of the calendar year.

    Twenty minutes have already passed
    in the hunting of the novel I left unread
    on Pg 243 last night. I am wandering
    helplessly in the woodland of my house
    with arrows shooting from my eyes,
    hitting on the kladeoscopic titles
    resting on the bookshelf and weapons
    oozing out of my hands, digging the
    scattered clothes and littered table.
    Giggles slice the silence in the air
    and crash on my ears. I peep out of
    the window in the garden to trace
    the source of its origin.

    Winter wearing blue sunglasses is
    sunbathing while resting comfortably
    on the chaise longue. Laughing hysterically
    with joy, holding a hot mug of coffee
    in one hand while other clutched on
    the novel which was the treasure of
    my hunt. I cannot calm the fury
    down while screaming its name.

    ©laus_deo


    #patheticfallacy #wod


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  • laus_deo 2w

    The falcon skies and withering daylight
    bolstered the undaunted anxiety clasping
    in between my fingertips, the one that is
    not a conflagration intended to confine
    the light flickering at the end of my mind
    but the one that comes like a desert storm
    at the tickling hours before they strike the
    commencement of a significant event.

    I am adding five drops of lemon and
    two tablespoons of sugar in my tea
    when the yelling sound of my mom
    commands my attention and I rush to
    the lawn to witness a cold scolding
    for missing her call twice. I blame my
    absence to the earsplittling volumes
    of WWE Smackdown that beguiles
    the senses of my younger brother
    sufficiently to brush aside all the
    happenings of the real world
    surrounding him, he frowns at once
    and screams in ruffling excitement
    while staying glued to the television.

    The indignation of the alarm clock
    seems justified to me because on
    significant dates, unsolicited elephant
    processions march past my eyelids
    before the usual hum of wake up call
    gets distilled in the air and I curse
    myself again for succumbing to a
    malnutritioned sleep.
    ©laus_deo

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    EN ROUTE

  • laus_deo 3w

    sweet cacophonies,
    pumping hearts
    and trojan clouds
    swindles out of
    confiscation at the
    glimpse of auburn
    sky infused with
    nerve tonic by a
    syringe that floats
    on the archipelago
    of sun-feasting horizon.

    like the adorned anklets
    of a classical dancer
    with musical bells,
    my poems are embellished
    with nature's charm
    as my perpetual muse.

    when my feeble trials
    to club metaphors and
    alliterations go in vain,
    the words themselves
    create a vaulted valley
    for me to chase under
    the evergreen trees and
    bougainvillea vines.

    flowers are the clementine
    sips of chamomile tea
    brewed in the nature's
    cafeteria that rejuvenates
    the downtrodden curves
    of comforting peace.

    the nature's lap doesn't
    discriminates rather
    offers guidance,
    protection, acceptance,
    encouragement and
    healing with a soft touch
    of magical therapy
    wrapped in silence.
    ©laus_deo

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    SOLACE

  • laus_deo 3w

    the coffee flushed pages
    of my journal reeks the
    relics of a medieval castle,
    the cramming words scribbled
    in a downpouring hush looks
    like a bombarded battlefield
    wincing at the blood-breathing war,
    a hefty snowstorm flicks out
    of the ocean liquidated pen
    when I hold its neck untying
    the monstrous story buried
    down inside my chest,
    thumping indecisively at
    the autumn dripping sun.
    they think they can understand
    but they fail every time to
    sneak cautiously at it's
    calloused edges from the
    corners of my lying eyes.

    a superstitious notion
    is as dangerous as a
    triggered phobia.

    a gratitude refilled heart
    is as lively as a
    newly bloomed hibiscus.

    a comforting positive self- talk
    is as surprising as an
    uninvited robbery.

    to thrive empathy and to unleash
    the magic taming in your heart,
    include your name while addressing
    yourself, catch the fireflies
    exclusively meant for you.

    what fires together wires together-
    don't let your negative way of thinking
    become an autonomous vehicle of your mind.

    ©laus_deo


    #cottonseeds_and_selflove

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    DYING RUMINATION

    "Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion."

    -Rumi

  • laus_deo 4w

    SWEET SLICES OF MOON FESTOONED
    WITH DATE-PALM LEAVES

    a dreaded dictator,
    a grazing goat,
    a trotting tourist guide,
    an abandoned poet,
    a lopsided maniac,
    a withstanding criminal case,
    a rain of glittering confetti.

    Does the shivering sky split open it's cracks
    to reveal its rain-soaked eyes?
    How am I supposed to recognize it's fraternal twin
    living miles apart, perhaps?

    Somewhere in the woods, a ferocious brawl
    simmers the winter eaten air.

    Somewhere in the closet, the hidden vintage
    skeletons guards your crumbling fortress.

    Somewhere in the town, a peppy-eyed child
    shuffles the coins lying in ironed pockets.

    Somewhere in the dead of the night, wearied fingers fumble for keychain tucked in old leather bag.

    On assembling our priorities
    and prioritizing our happiness,
    what remains behind are broken
    palanquins of sickening tendencies.

    Do you compromise on relationships that
    tolls your sanity on the pretendence of
    blood is thicker than water?
    Well, I don't.

    If you don't like me, that's fine because my lungs
    aren't stifling to buy your validation and
    hollow appreciation.
    ©laus_deo


    #cottonseeds_and_selflove

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  • laus_deo 4w

    Stormy clouds, calm down!
    with mercy hymns, farmers frown,
    gentle raindrops bounce.
    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 4w

    I am not really a collab person xd so this is my first attempt which somehow turned successful because I was supposed to lead the poem. All thanks to @anirockz7 for this collab.

    _______________________________

    The syllables of goodbye
    share a contagious relationship
    with nostalgia,
    the tip of tongue burns,
    the ache of heart returns,
    memories of the past savagely
    stifle the passing hours,
    I wonder whether our
    amorphous tale was
    crafted in cloud swept
    heavens or fiery hells.

    ©laus_deo

    So after long realization
    I realized that it was
    neither hell nor heaven
    but beyond infinity
    cause when I whispered
    goodbye I uttered in our
    love language so gods
    or demons can't take you
    away from me and I shall
    send you to 7th dimension
    where you'll be free from
    favours of karma and
    ultimately achieve salvation.

    ©anirockz7



    @writersnetwork Thank you. I am happy (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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  • laus_deo 5w

    #combination #wod

    @writersnetwork I am truly grateful! ♡

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    INTRINSIC PHARMACY

    What a strange time this is when
    distilled reveries curl
    over my shoulders and
    the resilient bones
    in my arms wheeze at
    the deprivation of relief.

    when the prospect of
    a corrosive twilight
    gratifies my senses more
    than the scattered sunrays
    for it holds the power to bestow
    upon me the supreme blessedlessness
    disguised as my nightly rest.

    perhaps because my soul isn't tired, my body is;
    my heart isn't tired, my mind is.

    brimming to my throat
    is the simmering heat
    of mercy plea filed
    under my name
    for the mistakes
    that I have
    committed
    not as a
    criminal
    but
    a
    human.

    People who despise
    you seek home in your
    flaws
    while people who are
    concerned make you
    register the
    cracked rooftops
    casually settled
    within you.

    you seek empty chairs in crowded corridors while blanketing the empty spaces in your heart.

    what's more hurtful than hurt itself?
    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 5w

    COLOSSAL DAMAGE

    the hallucinating citylights are
    stealing the sleep over me
    as I walk past the echoing
    corridors and unbolted doors,
    whisking in my own frenzy.

    my love has turned into a fallen chapel
    while you were an absconding priest.

    where will I find the guide to
    unlove you while embracing
    the leftover love for myself?

    the crumbling sky has a monstrous
    eye hawked at my naivety
    and I won't blame you for your
    blood-spattered clothes
    basking in my sins that I have
    committed while grasping for
    two cents of lucidity.
    ©laus_deo

  • laus_deo 6w

    The sky is a revered hermitage
    of saintly sun and summer is
    a falling star at the dawn hour,
    the letters of my penciled notes
    are clambering over each other
    as I have advertently subjugated
    the comfort of one word while
    thrashing another close to it so
    as to avoid turning over the page.

    Trembling on the floor of
    my tongue is the aftertaste
    of sour streaked statements
    twinging my nerves in guilt
    for overstepping the uninvited
    threshold of sentiments that
    shared a cursed mismatch
    with my noble intentions.

    Darting between the alphabetical
    clothesline on the white polished
    surface of my notebook, my pen
    is vehemently leaking ink to secure
    a second reading for finalizing
    an acceptable apology note
    marked in name of the person
    who fell a victim to my slip of tongue.

    I believe in the supremacy of
    a living person over a dead one
    so I am heading over to the
    market to select a carefully
    maneuvered bouquet of
    daisies to convey my regret
    with a hope of not letting
    my efforts go in vain.
    ©laus_deo


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    SENTIMENTAL INJURY