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  • redolent_smile 37w

    At nights when the
    December's gust blew
    my lacerations hiding
    beneath my shrug, my
    dermis could feel the
    scorching impetuosity
    of the irked scoffs &
    taunts that the world
    spewed on me .

    My legs used to shiver
    and stumble every
    Morning while going
    to school because
    I was recognized
    as a �������������� ,
    who wrote Love letters
    to a girl and kept them
    in her bag which
    eventually settled down
    in the dustbin everyday.

    People always told me
    that loving is easy but
    staying intact on it is itself
    A very difficult process ,
    but for lovers like us,
    the idea of falling in love itself
    Gives goosebumps and
    makes contumelious pictures .
    Days when I try to feel a little
    Proud of myself by putting that
    rainbow emoji on my bio ,
    vanishes as soon as ears
    Get to hear those domineer
    comments of the society.

    December gale covers
    my wrist from where
    blood oozes out in pain
    every night when
    I missed my own self
    And cursed my existence.
    There wasn't a single day
    when I didn't think about
    Slitting my wrist and ending
    my existence on earth.

    My identity was daubed
    On benches as "soft butch"
    "Gold star"and I drank
    such humilations in silence.
    I chew all those calumnies
    and broke down on my bed
    to kill the love that's alive
    Inside me. But
    can you run from yourself?
    Can you run away from
    the truth you veiled
    behind those curtains
    of imaginary views of this world?

    I still wish her
    throat warbles my name,
    I still wish my lips
    plant a seed of
    realisation of how
    vulnerable and
    helpless I'm on her red lips.
    I still wish she reads
    the last letter that
    I gave her before the
    farewell and comes
    rushing to me and hugs
    me tightly and say
    "I'm with you. I understand you."
    Because I'm jaded gulping
    all those melancholy alone.

    I want to kiss a girl in a throng of people,
    I want to dance my heart out
    with a girl on Valentine's day.
    I want to sleep with a girl who can dress
    My mental health with her
    nudge and love poems.

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    �� �������� ���� �������� ���� �������� �������� �� ��������.
    �� �������� ���� �������� �� ��������!

    नाजाने ये ज़माना क्यु चाहे रे मिटाना
    कलंक नहीं इश्क़ हैं काजल पिया ।

    sadrita.
    ____________________________________
    @mirakee @writersnetwork hey!

    @heartease
    @paneer @mellifluous_soul @_nida_ @the_poetic_soul you guys are love ❤

    @someone_alive my honeybun ��❤ tumko kese tag nhi kru ❤

    P.S: i was trying to write something on this since a long time. Finally did ��

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  • redolent_smile 38w

    Happy women's day ♡ you're strong and beautiful ��

    @the_frozenn_heart since you asked me to write ��
    @someone_alive I miss you. Come back soon sweetie ��
    @love_whispererr my all time favourite writer ��❤
    @writersnetwork Thankyou �� (7)

    #sadri_writes #wod #free #pod #magicalmarch #ceesreposts

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    The multifarious shades

    She wears teensy trinket around her neck like minute array of stars that decide to sleep on her collar bone everyday, shimmering with each motion. An audile reminder of memories that absconded long back, carrying the blue past in her chest.

    She is a curvaceous anatomy who drinks red wine and spills some on the sofa staining it like a map of some abandoned place with tranquil beaches and sea shore. Or maybe a wretched town with empty gray walls and stages where she can write and recite her maverick poems with her heart out.

    She prays to god twice daily, once before the morning tea and one after the evening,after watching the news. Once for her and her family and that how she's grateful towards god for providing her with proper food,shelter and once for the dying economy, for the penurious people who sleeps without food and shelter most of the day.

    She's a potpourri of fables and revelry lending an ear to those stories that her grandma tells about their childhood or somedays you'll find her dancing in the rain wearing her favorite silver colour jhumka with her lucknowi chikan salwar. Her heart is a treasure box of old tales filled with rumours and gossip.

    She's desolate; many have tried to tame her, mend her but she is wild and strong like the fire burning in the hearts of revolutionaries. She's wild like the twirling pages of revolutionary poetries of Shelley; an illustration of unkempt hair. The Zephyr, a fickle enchanter blows serpentinely compelling her black brown curls to sway with it.

    She is every women,
    Full of jolliness and dreams, preaching equality. A storm resides in her mind and fire sleeps in her belly.The purity of her soul is like those enticing tender petals of Zinnia. Pretty tinted hues of her love paints all those blue lives with pink.

    She's you,
    She's me,
    She's every women out there.

    sadrita || पिंजरा तोड़ के उड़ जाना हैं

  • redolent_smile 44w

    Some post inspired me to write this.
    Idk what's this tho. This is a shit. Ignore :")
    @writersnetwork @mirakee hey (●’◡’●)ノ long time no see! You two are ♡

    @someone_alive @taekook_maknae you guys are love ❤ I saw your lovely comments on my previous post. Thanks for missing me and my write-ups ❤

    @the_frozenn_heart you've a special place in my heart ❤

    #sadri_writes #jollyjanuary #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    ~Who is my muse?~

    I met an oracle who promised to plait my angst into a tapestry from the fabric you ripped with your bestial words that dangled in the scowled eyebrows of your singed eyes, to unveil the caws that hooted in your atria that rhymed with Je ne t'aime pas'( I don't love you) which made my sticky crimson liquid that ran through the frozen vandalized veins turn into acidic translucent phenols erupting from the symphonized wounds over my torso that made my lacrimals sleazoid.


    n-u-m-b


    the world is a graveyard of arctic hearts with pain cremated on the epidermis of our anatomy and hope reposed in the clenched fists; human bodies a carcass of decapitated promises buried in auburn sands that smells of bitumen carrying tombstones on the mesophyron and battles between spitted words embedded in ammunition and buried thoughts in origami cells that melted memories from the ore of feelings, reflected in thousand different hues that were kept as a clandestine to the eloquence of heart and ignorance of the mind.


    n-u-m-b


    we were two poles, two charges, two energies like Hathor and Seth , oblivious of our archetype, weaved Othello of verselets which were forfeited in a wooden frame, painted in sandcastles and seastorms, seamed with a tapestry of your bestial words and dolor heart that repulsed me from your aura each time I tried to reminisce the lost caricature of moist calla-lilies rooted on my lips, the only remnant of yours left with me, to devour you with the insatiable smooches syszy on the shrouded petals that lie at your gravestone and makes heartbreak my muse.



    sadrita || heartbreak is my only muse.

  • redolent_smile 48w

    Perhaps the last post of 2k20
    Happy new year in advance to all of you ❤

    @barasiya__ @the_poetic_soul you guys are the best thing that happened to me this year. Thankyou ❤

    @love_whispererr @_sleepyhead_ you both are my favourite ❤

    @someone_alive I feel so special when you specially tag me in your poems ��

    Edit 1: @the_frozenn_heart I'm so happy to see you here again ��❤ welcome back!!!

    Edit 2: @writersnetwork @mirakee someone pinch me please! ��❤ this can't be true. I'm so happy. So much!
    Thankyou. You just made my last post of this year so special( my first pod and sixth wn repost ��)

    Edit 3 : @the_poetic_soul can't thank you enough. ��❤ you were the one who compelled me to post this. You're the best ��

    #sadri_writes #dulcetdecember #bluethemeofsadri

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    I sit on the viridescent grass
    under the sky at night,
    Illuminate just a little
    By the constellations of stars
    That I've deciphered
    Onto the black canvas
    That had held before
    Tinges of black and blue only.

    I've always craved to daub the sky,
    With those colours that my heart
    Chooses to bleed.
    But all I could save was
    Gyrates of silver, drops of pearl white
    And shades of celestial blue.

    I spun the star string
    With uttermost elegance and delicacy
    Fearing the chagrin of Athena.
    As had Arachne,
    Her shouts and terror played before my eyes,
    But slowly they faded away.
    Eclipsed by beauty,
    I concocted my own essence.

    My perishable hands failed to darn
    The fabric of celestial bodies but
    "We are celestial beings.",
    Someone once told me this .
    So I allowed my own stardust
    Flow into it with ease.

    Paradigm I wove
    With softness that's not mine
    And sprinkled into them life
    With what was left of my whole.

    Once I was done with it,
    I wrapped the angelic veil,
    Beaded with the string of Orion
    Onto the black space of the cosmic sky.
    And the universe discerned art
    Oozing out of my veins.
    But no single homosapien spared a glance.
    Not a single praise tickled my ears
    And the sonorous silence clawed at my heart.
    But I wouldn't let that be.

    The euphony my soul warbled
    Cuddled deep in the milky way of my creation.
    Too messy to make out
    If all I did was disburse random symphonies.
    Or my messed up tiny heart
    Had pondered for aeons
    To present the orchestra my eyes saw unfold.

    But none of them mattered
    Because the universe of my creation
    Was silent no more.

    - Sadrita

  • redolent_smile 50w

    The saccharine little laments of my sentiment bringing back the ardent meter play of the pink cherry blossom blushing full on the skyline's panorama that is sombre and meagre that lasts undefiled caffeinated straw in my hand while the void heart only pumps pale red blood , so terribly fragile.

    Drop by drop, it finds a way to those scandalous expressed dumb things and brings back those delusive glitters of elysian nights. Every sip of the saccharine drink which is made of berries that I intake , takes an impost on me tethering my larynx with virulent liqueur, my tongue turning as ruthless as my confessions will gasp me to death while sleeping on a late dark night and leaving blur series of happiness behind.

    I've always been told, but in opposition to that I yell, scream and shout deceiving to stand bold and dauntless, victimized everytime when I tried when I made myself another one of your faults. Drowning numb, zonked and into the murk often attempting to incline to that shimmering moon, the feathers of affection that forges me lunatic and agitated.

    Those tiniest pecks on my shoulders hurts me like blades incising my bones in the most defensive way. The sheer and pellucid shroud that protects my unexpected withering jocund array, manages to transude the sanguine stained cloak through the flickering and compulsive pain and that lately cracked stress of denied strokes are kept safe.

    Soft touches of rose petals on my ecchymosed skin makes it feel spry at times that grew brown in the illusion called
    " l i f e ".

    Unexpected fulgurating glitter that seemed to bloom full and whole, seeped into my eyes and bled them dizzy because

    //the details to captivating tales are always horrendous.//

    - Sadrita

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    Idk what actually this is.. Maybe a rant of mine *_*

    The girl in the bg is me *sigh*

    @writersnetwork @mirakee idk why I tagged you guys ;__;

    My reach died. Lol

    #sadri_writes #dulcetdecember #bluethemeofsadri

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  • redolent_smile 53w

    •ALPHABETS FOR MY DOLDRUMS•

    A stands for the "a n g u i s h" that lies deep inside my talons that has nothing prepossessing about them. They only embelematize cataclysm.

    B stands for the "b r o k e n p i e c e s" of my heart that I try to amalgamate with the adhesive of hopes every morning. But it ends up rending again and exsanguinates the entire night.

    C stands for the "c r o w d" of anthropoids that I'm scared to deal with because all I see is people preparing themselves to evacuate me soon.

    D stands for the "d i s m a l d a y s" when my anatomy and heart feels torpefied and I discern myself being unable to ramble and smile.

    E stands for the "e m p t i n e s s" that I feel in my heart everytime I try to scrawl a poem with the blue ink of my pen.

    F stands for the "f r i g h t" that paralyses me untill and unless I end up addressing my life as the nerve-racking part of any horror movie.

    G stands for the "g u i l t" I've amassed in my heart for loving someone more than myself. Drops of pearl oozes out of my eyes and says "you should've chosen yourself over anyone else".

    H stands for the " h u m m i n g s " of those melancholic songs that the voices inside my cerebrum do diurnal and I've lost my zeal to warble along every night.

    I stands for the "i l l u s t r a t i o n s" of wounds of pang that has been engraved on the epidermal layer of my skin since ages.

    J stands for the "j u m p" I want to do from the cliff because I feel choked in this world but then again plan to step back because I'm too much of a craven.

    And now ,
    //my alphabet's heartache, they cry for help.//

    -Sadrita
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    The line in // is written by @barasiya__
    Prompt by @barasiya__
    PS: I LOVE YOU @barasiya__ ❤❤

    @someone_alive you're the one who kept on compelling me to write. I love you sweetie. ♥

    @love_whispererr your comments always make me happy ♥

    @writersnetwork don't come if you aren't reposting this :) jk you don't have to repost this!

    P.S: tried to write till Z but failed terribly! Don't curse me ;_;
    #naturalnovember #sadri_writes

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  • redolent_smile 55w

    Well.. I'm struggling to write :/

    @the_frozenn_heart I miss you here. Come back soon :)
    @love_whispererr you can't imagine how much your single comment made me happy :D

    @writersnetwork me loves you ಥ‿ಥ♡ Thank you for the repost :") ❤ my 5th one ❤
    @mirakee :)
    #naturalnovember #mirakee #writersnetwork #sadri_writes

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    ¢σηƒєѕѕιση(ѕ)

    To every word I use and every sentence I express, I lacerate a piece of myself scrapping the quill over the yellow paper until and unless it tears apart and shreds off like it never survived and remains obscured.

    //I'm an evocation of love, who promises forever yet never fulfills it. //


    To every splotch of ink and blue of obliged doubts that I'm scared to scratch back and dive into the moana of depression, from where I'm sure that no hand will pull me up and would prefer to leave me getting drowned in depression.

    //I'm a drowning poetry, with every trope, I heave out a exanimate part of me.//



    To every drop of pearl that oozes out of my eyes and successfully smudges the kohl and collyrium of my eyes highlights the puddle adown my eyes. This evinces the disarray I made last night gazing at those surfeit stars in the sky and reminiscing those rhapsodic days and trying to irrefute the sovereignty of my dreamscape.

    //I'm a scream that has been put on aphonic mode, with every inhale of oxygen l fill myself with gloomy dust.//



    To every scorched layer of emotion that still inhabits within me wants itself to get peeled off from me but the friction restricts them to seep out from me and ends up delving in my fragile edges and makes me torpefied.

    //I'm a new torment, with every twist, I spew new ravages.//




    ~Darlin' this is the last time I'm divulging you that I'm a perfidious soul who buncoes people with her smile telling that she's a jovial soul but deep down she's a lifeless cadaver . With every breath, I endeveour hard to liberate the trapped hostage in me but ends up failing every time I try to do so.~



    SADRITA || कहे बिना समझलो तुम शायद

  • redolent_smile 57w

    If you ask me who I'm

    then I'll stare at you with a bemused look for a few minutes and answer in a perplexed tone that I'm a
    v a g a b o n d who carries a transparent yet an obscure heart in the ribcage and forages metaphors in serenity and tries to hear the clandestines that are camouflaged behind the grey walls of my monotonous room.

    If you ask me who I'm

    then I might say that I'm a subdued p o e t e s s who hopelessly scribbles for the one who made me believe that forever is a "fable" and broke my heart into myriad of pieces and wrapped it in the box of melancholy and gifted me. I'm a poetess who spews the remains of the torment reposing in my heart since long in the form of my poesies.

    If you ask me who I'm

    Then I'll say that I'm an underrated p o e m made up of broken words, obscured phrases and nubile vocabulary.I run candidly in the megalopolis of literature unveiling my vulnerabilities and insecurities.

    If you ask me who I'm

    Then I'll say that I'm a s u r v i v o r of the brain wars
    that plunges my larynx with slender knives and swords, awaiting the very moment when I'll perish. Shortly, when I would be gone , but till then let me persevere to endure all the havocs that the brain wars create every day.

    If you ask me who I'm

    Then I'll say with a wide smile on my face that I'm an eensy p u p a sleeping inside the cocoon and anticipating for the day when I'll finally transform into a flamboyant butterfly and float from petal to petal blithely.

    //I'm devoid of life, clutching the brook of tears for aeons in my eyes until I let them transude to cry. Quick chokes all of a sudden declines , as soon as I Iet my pangs lie supine on my sleeves so well that now, I seem half dead to myself.//

    ~Who am I after all? ~

    SADRITA | with a question...

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    Prompt by - @the_poetic_soul :)

    PS- idk why but this bg looked so cute to me ��❤

    #sadri_writes #optimisticoctober #pod #tod #writersnetwork #mirakee

    @writersnetwork heyya! Thankeww for the repost ���� my 4th one ♡
    @mirakee

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  • redolent_smile 57w

    #artquill

    Another one ��❤

    3d art

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  • redolent_smile 57w

    #artquill ��❤

    Won't delete this because my firefly @philosophic_firefly ordered me to keep this ��

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