sreyasipatra_

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I love nights, animals and magick, and most important, my Priya.

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  • sreyasipatra_ 10w

    Easy Go

    You could have stayed
    One more moment.
    You could have said
    I am your constant.

    You could have loved
    Me for some more time.
    You could have hugged
    Me for one last time.

    You could have been
    Sure about wanting me.
    You could have seen
    How I was on my knees.

    You chose to leave me,
    Insulted and in pain.
    Am I supposed to believe
    I have loved you in vain?

    ©sreyasipatra_

  • sreyasipatra_ 12w

    “May I be born again and again, and suffer thousands of miseries so that I may worship the only God that exists, the only God I believe in, the sum total of all souls — and above all, my God the wicked, my God the miserable, my God the poor of all races, of all species, is the special object of my worship.”

    Swami Vivekananda

  • sreyasipatra_ 12w

    Recollection

    May be we met at elementary school.
    May be we met at a random grocery shop.
    May be we went on a tour together
    And thought how arrogant you are.
    It was not because you were haughty.
    It was because I wanted to be your friend.
    Innumerable telling on each other
    To prove who is better at the end.
    Or maybe, maybe, to prove
    We are worthy of each other.
    A few fights, no talking.
    But no backbiting to others.
    Life happened, we got into separate paths.
    But let me tell you, my friend,
    We can still tell when the other needs a hug.
    It's been a long time but look at us!
    We can still laugh together without a veil.

  • sreyasipatra_ 12w

    Mirror

    For a moment, she stared at the mirror
    With a fast beating of the heart.
    I am looking at her through the glass
    Healing her heart before we part.

    ©sreyasipatra_

  • sreyasipatra_ 13w

    Red

    O the brightest of colour,
    Love, passion, blood, valour.
    Red are blooming flowers
    Washed by afternoon showers.
    Red is that purest of blood
    That let's a new life bud.
    Red is that revolution of youth,
    A fight for endless truth.

  • sreyasipatra_ 13w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 10 word one-liner on Barely

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    Barely a soul, I prayed to Lilith, my queen.

  • sreyasipatra_ 13w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Haunt

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    A haunting draught of new love

  • sreyasipatra_ 13w

    Tired

    He said he's tired.
    Tired of my love.
    Tired of everything
    I have done for him.

    Tired of a heart
    Beating for him.
    Tired of hands
    Praying for him.

    Tired of the truth
    Shown to him.
    Tired of darkness
    That let him sleep.

    Tired of pretending
    To love a person.
    Tired of the faith
    Where I took the leap.

    ©sreyasipatra_

  • sreyasipatra_ 13w

    It doesn't matter

    Every night filled with tears,
    Terrors and damned fears,
    Doesn't matter to anyone anymore.

    He gave up on our fight.
    I wanted to keep love tight.
    Doesn't matter to anyone anymore.

    I sent him one heart,
    Now it's broken in many parts.
    Doesn't matter to anyone anymore.

    Doesn't matter to anyone anymore.
    Turn of fate-
    He's the ascetic and I am the whore.
    ©sreyasipatra_

  • sreyasipatra_ 20w

    Your eyes, your lips, your palms,
    From which I want just only one kind of alms,
    Forever I am able to sing your psalms.




    ©sreyasipatra_