The storm and thunder Stirring inside your heart Collected in the cauldron of your mind To prepare a magical brew of poem Served in the chalice of pen to feed the infinite paper of blankness. You are the cosmic witch waving spells with the Phases of moon In your mind. Crushing the petals of withered emotions and the fragments of Futile fears Filled inside the spell jar of heart With the dried lavender of love. You are the fraction of divine dust Holding the fusion of feelings Inside the complex piece of flesh Clasping a universe at the core Expanding and changing At the brim of existence. You are an atomic vessel Filled with an eternal soul Thoughts bouncing between the walls of the fragile heart and the meshy mind where the Choices are waiting at the middle. Abandoned and Floating On the ocean of life Moving with the waves of fate Controlled by the wind of time to the shore of death. -raathrri
To my emotional reflection
Set A-pen Set B- The storm and thunder Stirring inside your heart #combination#wod
I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunsets. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and Other times they search the broken pieces of toys in the coloured boxes in my attic. The clock is still counting the seconds to crosscheck my life span. Near to the ribcage staircase, there is A large room painted with crimson red and still playing an old melody. Arcane emotions and feelings scrawling and doodling poems and paintings on the walls. Some crumbled sheets of confidence muttering about the muted muse. The folded blankets of memories stacked over the corner of the room to cover the soul in the shivering Winters of loneliness. The dusty curtains of trauma cobweb of regrets a mirror of imperfections and lanterns of dreams adorned the room. At the centre,an ocean of love is confined in a box of occult. Cosmic clouds showering stars to bloom the galaxy on the terrace. Sunlight draping dangled flowers on the cornea painted glasses and rejoicing spring at sunsets. My miseries warapped inside the black sheets of nights where the silver bowl of moon pouring serenity through the windows. Abandoned, but astonished by this alluring solitude to reverberate the inner voices of my soul in the valleys of my muffled mind. -raathrri
This lake reminds me of Veronica, her Blue Ocean Eyes And The Sparkle in them whenever she would sit by this lake. The tears forming eddies of agony in my heart, blurring my vision and creating a shadow of her smile in front of my eyes. The wind wiping my tears, caressing me by holding her sweet scent. The sound of Lake resembling her giggle. This place painted our presence in this air with an infinite palette of love. But she dissolved in this waves of time by borrowing My soul and replaced the space with her memories. Now I am dead with beating memories, inhaling moments and exhaling time. Vein carrying the blue and the heart scribbling poems. Mind is muted by the sewing of saudade and eyes screaming to a shade of red. The dried leaves murmuring memories to me when I visited the shades of trees ; they beheld our talks, fights and smiles.
This is my favourite place in this whole world. I can feel her presence near to me. And when I look at the reflection in this lake, she is there. Smiling, holding my hand and whispering "I love you, and I'll never leave you". -raathrri
When the weather changes abruptly in the sky of my elusive mind.
Smiling but struggling I'm thirsty but already in a well Quenching my thirst but knowing that I'm going to die. I'm a bird without legs Continuously flying and tired. Soaring with my thoughts In the infinite sky And diving with my emotions In the deep sea Muted, but I'm screaming Numb, with beating feelings Blank but filled Oscillating to the extremes By the force of feelings and fate. -raathrri
Image credit to the rightful owner. #lockdown#wod Thank you for EC
A fair with full of colours Reflected as happiness in my face. The things i bought from the fair Giggling at the cover. A wand to vanish the scars and wounds on my heart A broomstick to escape From this reality ride A dairy to drink my wine of pain A quill to kill the wraith of regrets. I bought a bottle of ocean with Endless waves of serenity, Filled with Corals of happiness and mermaids of memories. I purchased the paint from sunset to cover my walls with hues And a slice of night sky to fix at the top of my room. I bought every needs and dreams to shield the soul from suffering I fell the feathers of trauma with the sword of fantasy.
/An insanity infused Infinite escapism Blowed a bubble of fable Around a muffled mind./ -raathrri
Lying in bed, unable to rest She knew the way to go To the place of tenderness In which she completely gets lost wandering clumsily, When the actual world is out of sight
Lost in life everyday Lost in love , lost as a person When she can't find her way. She gets herself lost happily in comfort, in her favourite writers mesmerising words.
Once, When boredom hits , her mood swings sucks When life turns out no more sweet She thinks of quitting from her so called home But as an excuse she always found Penning out the hearts gave her ease. But the warmth filled writeups , those poignant lines Those amazing not known humans deliver That was her forever reason to stay
There was days when she was late, Late again to read the master arts "I've made this mistake. I should have checked it or atleast stayed alert " Her mind screams , blaming her for the not so serious loss.
That densy forest, she soared happily Though the trees were barely seen Those still fresh memories This very minute Why does it all seems to be an illusion!!
A Man Married a Beautiful Girl. He Loved Her Very Much. One Day She Developed a Skin Disease. Slowly She Started to Lose Her Beauty. It So Happened That One Day Her Husband Left for a Tour.
While Returning He Met With an Accident and Lost His Eyesight. However Their Married Life Continued as Usual. But as Days Passed She Lost Her Beauty Gradually. Blind Husband Did Not Know This and There Was Not Any Difference in Their Married Life.
He Continued to Love Her and She Also Loved Him Very Much. One Day She Died. Her Death Brought Him Great Sorrow. He Finished All Her Last Rituals and Wanted to Leave That Town.
A Man From Behind Called and Said, Now How Will You Be Able to Walk All Alone? All These Days Your Wife Used to Help You. He Replied,
I AM NOT BLIND.
I Was Acting, Because if She Knew I Could See Her Ugliness It Would Have Pained Her More Than Her Disease. So I Pretended to Be Blind. She Was a Very Good WIFE. I Only Wanted to Keep Her Happy.