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  • revathychandrasekhar 3w

    The output comes when you get deeply affected by certain thoughts.

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    Incomplete stories complete the reality

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  • revathychandrasekhar 14w

    " I never had that mystical feeling
    when I inked about the dichotomy
    and imprinted all the odds that eschewed
    the oneness. Since the clash between Sumer
    and Elam,I haven't enthralled
    towards the submission of desire to expand
    in the unanimous minds."

    ~A note by someone who recorded wars in the books

    ©revathychandrasekhar

    (Dichotomy-a division or contrast between two things
    Sumer and Elam-First war in recorded history;
    Mystical feeling refers to peace of mind)

    #cees_spwp @luvnotes_challenge_host @antarraal
    (I tried this��)

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    "An eye for an eye
    A Tooth for a tooth~
    I never had that mystical feeling
    to imprint this"

  • revathychandrasekhar 14w

    The stormy waves of the blue depths sounded
    like a white horse of grudge for the decadent in the
    hard built craft that sailed through the howling waves.

    The howls and growls eschewed the strings
    of Ethicalness caressed by the bows of wickedness
    to invite the decadent to hear the indepth stories.

    "I'm Moana and I possess the white caps of anger,
    moon beams of peace and abyss where your
    white caps can't explore and exploit my solemnity.

    I protect my children in the depths where you
    can't embark with your hard built floating crafts.
    I hold crushing depths and icy gelid down in the
    trenches where sun's rays don't find it's way.

    Don't search for papyrus in the ruins rather ink
    my depths that's not visible to your superficial
    brains filled with hasty desires of acquisition.

    My crest play tunes of quietude and peace from far.
    The clamor of my stillness will raise then
    the downfall of mankind will be miserable and
    depths of humanity will find it's way".


    - Revathy��


    #wod #miraquill #imagery #honestgranny @miraquill
    (Wrote something meaningful after long hiatus)

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  • revathychandrasekhar 15w

    *Setting the alarm to wake up early
    and yelling the alarm for waking you up early*
    ~Dear Hopeless people, you are not alone in this beautiful journey.( My dear exceptional people, you have to skip this or else you'll be subjected to market risk)

    Six in the morning
    Hopelessly wrote a memoir of hopelessness.
    Somewhere being missed out in
    the hopeful crowd like an ugly duckling.
    Pressing the stress balls when the
    hopeful crowd talk about Gucci & LV.
    Dear amigos, Remember,
    You aren't alone in this journey of saturation.
    One fine day, the fleeting rage
    bursted only via bubble wraps, hopelessly.
    The only ray of hope was
    "Talking Tom",the animated version of us.
    When the white tables were filled
    with horde discussing about "Wimbledon"
    We desperately wanted to fly like an angry bird
    yet remained as a chick seated on the egg.
    Our mind goes gaga when the gaggles
    start waxing to put the "Vaccination done" pic.
    Once again amigos,
    You aren't alone in this beautiful journey.
    We behave like slime balls when we
    have to spend boxes of money to buy boxers.
    When the so called magic happens
    our hopeless life kicks the doors of logic.
    Our hopelessness had to be flushed afta
    Pooping to join the respected hopeful crowd.
    Adios Amigos,Let's meet once again in the
    bathroom stories- part two hopelessly.

    Yours Unprofessionally,
    Abi��



    (When bathroom tours are made, why not bathroom stories~Amigos, the floor beneath my feet seemed hopeless as I stood on that hopelessly)

    @uikeysuman @rahul_govindan @clichepenname @rockingpoet

    #honestgranny

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    Yours Hopelessly

  • revathychandrasekhar 16w

    'Lo,Miss you an' I start someone's day
    but none knew your day starts with me.
    You felt asleep in my warmth
    an' my hustle feels like a lullaby to you.

    All the way around, your journey
    starts in the by path carrying the
    global economy and beats.
    You carry them and I carry you
    That would be exact.

    I wish I could pedal along the
    rhythm of the morning squirrels
    and sparrows yet someone's
    morning coffee gets better with us and so
    I'll be moving with the rhythm of the wind.

    Somewhere in the journey
    I have become a good basketball player
    too.My heart slips like a bar of soap
    when you slip from my hand.

    Whether it rains or pains. I pedal
    swiftly with half sleeves but I envelope
    you with my mac.Well, the spectators
    wait for my proper goal like Ole Gunnar.

    But atlast it's time to show gratitude,
    you pay me for taking you home safely.
    "Miss, Have you ever thought,
    you and I make someone's bitter coffee better."

    ( You-Newspaper ; I-Newsboy)
    Context - The newsboy who shares his bond with the newspaper.
    If you want you can read it once again��

    - Revathy❤��

    @uikeysuman @rahul_govindan @sproutedseeds @clichepenname

    #honestgranny

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    You & I make someone's bitter coffee better

  • revathychandrasekhar 17w

    Restringing the abandoned sport
    The withering rubber
    punched the past desires
    in the court of sweat ocean and
    the nets faced the failure shots.
    The splintered strings echoed
    the untold hours of play.


    - Abi❤

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    Restringing the abandoned sport.

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  • revathychandrasekhar 20w

    Under the moon light rain with the mellow
    memories of stars dancing like a ballerina
    in the music box with rose dreams of
    night sky exploring the space with astronaut
    light waiting for the sunrise in another galaxy
    clouded like a sugar pink paradise.
    Flying high like a unicorn making a wish
    with balloons.Invading the secret passages
    of Flamingo's tea party in the swan lake of
    space garden unlocking the buried secrets
    in the purple dream lands of eternal lovestories.
    In the hidden landscape with dream breeze of
    after sunset,celebrating the love in the air,
    chasing the dreams of pink hour magic in
    the parallel realities of the rush hour and
    roof top thoughts mixed with wars and stars
    in the battle of words inked in the diaries
    of the hidden worlds with hidden exit.

    - Revathy.E��

    #wod #writer @mirakee @writersnetwork #fantasy

    @uikeysuman @rahul_govindan @sproutedseeds @clichepenname

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  • revathychandrasekhar 20w

    The stench of the dwindled hopes
    on the beds of departure.
    The pungent smell of capsules
    fed the prolonged wailing dupes
    of the immedicable disease.
    The mephitic vapours were the
    only scent that was around for
    years filled with agony.
    In the crowd of capsules,
    the musty syringes were
    the ambroisal for the immortal sufferings.
    The odor of pleasant and unpleasant
    were betwixt the choices of medicines
    and urinary sponged frame of flesh.
    The brutal sufferings ended with
    the last breath as senses
    faded away from the mortal.

    - Revathy.E❤

    #wod #imagery @writersnetwork @mirakee #deathbed

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  • revathychandrasekhar 21w

    Every fairytale has been told,
    Every customary folklore has been enacted,
    Every verbal folklore has been believed.

    Ever questioned the quiddity of the folklore?

    "Be generous to offer alms for the schnorrer"
    Being generous with the intention to help or just to become virtuous.

    "Be kind to feed the starving stray dogs"
    Being kind with the intention to fill the appetite of the selfless creatures or in search of virtues.

    "Don't walk under the ladders"~Who committed the sin? Neither the ladder nor did I.

    "The era of kings gone by,the age of hypocrites revived
    the say of serving people as the eternal prodigy."
    The verbal lore passed from generation to generation.

    The Tale of Mahabharata has been told as the war between Dharma and Adharma.The tale of Karna has never been told until it has been asked.If doing good deeds has been counted then the man of good deeds lost his mastery towards his art and the intent behind the mastery has been questioned atlast.

    "Every good deed counts." ~Everyone believed and so I.

    "The intent behind every good deed counts"~The folklore that has never been told until the inner spirit of one understands.


    Raw & Unfiltered
    Revathy.E ❤
    #wod #tale @writersnetwork @mirakee #raw #unfiltered

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