(A)pril rains birthe a daisy, (R)ainbow heart lives in whom. (Y)odeling verses from her pen reflect harmony, (A)esthetic, her soul and graceful, her disposition.
~ She's like a gentle reminder in the midst of chaos that every bright morning births from a dark night.
~ She's like the first ray of sunshine that breaks into your cold home of darkness, rejuvenating the moribund bud within you.
~ She's like the warrior, pronounced of worldly battles, that sit by the fire at the end of day and tailor your senses with lessons of wisdom.
~ She's like the butterfly that flutters its delicate wings along your steps so you don't astray from the path that takes you home.
She has always been a giver, holding onto the airial thread of a neonatal friendship ever since it birthed between our hearts. She has been the one who fueled my extinguishing core, brought me closer to the million stars in a purple galaxy I never knew, would become the home I've always sought for. She's the most humanoid fairy that has gracefully sprinkled her fairydust on my withered soul and brought me closer to the heaven on earth where every moment spells happiness and love.
Thank you for being the only and most precious aryu I've ever known. It hasn't been even a whole year, but the thread that binds us together has held onto the standing grounds of a statement saying 'time doesn't matter when your hearts resonate with each other' in the best and most beautiful way possible. From sharing our love for the purple world, to the love for ( ꈍᴗꈍ), I know we've come far. (Let's only go further from here!)
So today, as your 18th year passes and 19th arrives, I wish you all the best things in life. May your words bloom into beautiful verses and love flourish on your heart's soil. I wish every passing day makes your stronger, wiser and more mature to go through all the things that get in your way. I love you, and I hope you've an amazing year ahead.
Happy birthday ( ˘ ³˘)♥ @arya_abhipsa and let's meet soon! Here's Tam waiting for Aryu to have that fish curry together :P ❤️ ; Have a BEAUTIFUL year ahead !
Thanks to every person who made yesterday so beautiful. I never knew someone could be loved without reasons and expectations, and people who do, deserve all the same. I love you guys a lot. And I wish you only and only happiness and peace. ❤️
REALIZATIONS ARE SAFE DANGERS
Today, I woke up, Hands tucked into sleeves Surprised, I walked upto the mirror Glanced back and forth at my body. I was a little too homesick to see myself Perhaps that's why I turned up earlier too, But then my home hasn't been built.
Today, time kept moving, But the world stopped for once to see me I felt happier, thinking today it wasn't me who's left unseen. In the hour between night and dreams, When rosemary made perfumes for me, I was a little too dismayed to realise The fragrance I was gifted has borrowed life from hemlock siblings.
Today, I read life, From pages of a book written not by me, It said life is beautiful and purpose defines it, I thought of rainbows, their beginnings and ends looked like no heptad, Yet like a mother it births, offsprings seven. I thought again, the writer was also human, People make assumptions and believe them Like I did when my self-love wasn't born yet and I assumed it never existed. I rained with rains and dessicated with summers, For all who came, I held on with love, Expected reciprocation and a verbatim life.
Today, I woke up again, Pockets stuffed with neon highlighters Surprised, I walked upto the mirror again. This time, glanced at its face and saw- Rivulet-like cracks on its reflecting surface, and abberations too, Realised only today I've been feeding on lies. My mirror wasn't plain but a convex lot, Explains well why disarray of life converged to a point where I believed it didn't exist, I saw expectations metastasize fast into stagnant dynamics.
~Half-writer, half-human had said it right- Life is beautiful and purpose defines it. What he didn't choose to say is beautiful flowers can kill and definitions aren't absolutes, Why would he, or how else would mornings start a new day unless we've woken, Up and away from cold records of yesterdays called- 'Homes built on graveyard of realistic dreamscapes.'
I no longer care. I've been fed so many lies now that my stomach hurts. My guts want to throw up and my mouth wants to let go of those honey flavoured meals that smell of lies.
Reality, they say, is harsh. But what good is real if it only clogs your ears for the humdrum is too loud, the decibels too out of control, and your voice honks like a broken trumpet that is too tired to decompose its remains.
They call me a traitor for not loving summers. But I never said I found home in those seasons that pass by without calling my name. I feel ignored like the ripened fruit that fell off the branch because its father was too busy taking care of the other siblings that he had to let go of one bad apple.
I'm not a black sheep, not a rainbow either. My spectrum ends where opinions are born. My warzone lies condensed within the old diary that has seen more years than the generation of bougainvilleas in my garden. I water them everyday with no hope of ever blooming like them.
The family next door are celebrating their second son's birthday, and I'm sitting beside the oak, bidding farewell to the winter which has settled so deep within my skin that it refuses to let go. The bees and the humming bird flaunt their flying skills to the cat lazing on my lap as if it's just returned home from a battle it wasn't supposed to fight but lost anyway.
I tried to mumble a small prayer to the clouds closing in on themselves, but the old radio of my grandfather cracked up at the first two words. I suppose I should've prayed to the skies like they all do, but what good would that do, if none would answer the same.
The wind arrived, hushing me silent. The sun left to converse with sunflowers on the other side of my garden. I should leave too, now that my wounds are tired to heal themselves, so what good would it be to sleep on doors that are still willing to let me in, while I fix my gaze on houses I don't belong to anymore.
she's the happy face birthed from the lap of a myriad of efforts that bore sweet fruits on a may day.
she's like the mild lavender that blooms as a blend of fiery red and ocean blue gifting your mornings a harmless hue.
the sterile air of yesterday's gloom reside not in her sunflower words as if no hindrances can work her aura down.
the complexity of the world's systems can't enter her zone of happiness and love for she belongs to a universe where geniality reins.
-from comi to jomi XD Happy birthday
thank you my dearest @jias_wand for being the loveliest sister I've come across. And when I say loveliest, I mean the most most most loveliest. from the day I've known you, you've been a sweetheart. ofc we don't talk everyday, but whenever we do, you manage to crack me up with the most little and sweet things. you're one person I can't afford to lose. I hope we meet soon, sooner than we plan to. and I love you so much! thanks for being the cute jomi to comi. thanks for being born. happy birthday!! I wish you all the happiness you deserve, and yk you deserve the world. enjoy your day :')
The Hour Hand struck 9pm The Ink Devoured The Virgin Hues Of The Skies Inhaling The Twirling Fumes Of Grey Behind Which Lay The Hidden Shining Dotted Figures(stars)~
The Tandoor's On Fire The Men Clinging Glasses To The Air Celebrating The Hourglass Layout Of The XX Sapiens While The Left Pieces Of Bread Crumbs Remain On The Table Untouched To Feed The Abdomens Of Stray Dogs~
Bleached White, Rusted Red And Pale Viridian Lighten The Entire City More Than The Igniting Sun Of Yellow Hues Still Every Time I reach Home I am served with a bowl Of Poisonless But Bitter Cyanide And Some Meat Loafs Of Melancholy Garnished With Some Elements Of Sadness~
Do Sapiens Uniting Behind Closed Curtains Interests You More Than Knowing How The Universe United With The Atoms To Produce Galaxies? Time passes The Canvas Rendered White And Yet Again Filled With New Shades But will HUMANS Ever Smell Cactuses Instead Of Roses?~
I'm sorry my sweetheart! My minion!!!! My Jimin-ah!!!!✨ Ik I'm late..... I guess I couldn't write anything better..... But I still tried I had exams.... couldn't make it on time.... I'm soooo sorry! Pleaseeeeeee....forgive me my mermaid!
Please be happy for me! I love you sooooo muchhhh!!! ❤️
Sweet zephyr embracing my fire, she's the sunshine's hope, her warm smile's enough to light on me, carrying butterflies in her soul, my little mermaid confines love in her hayat. Pleasant night stories of her's, are a healing, aesthetics of amaranthine ukiyo.
//her words split open the hearts of all, her soul 's a safe place for the wounded, her scars show the stardust she's made of, her smile hide wars she's been to //
Among the clouds rests her mind, amidst of ocean beds stuck, is her heart, still no way she's giving up, my little mermaid rules this world.
//Diamonds sparkle in her crown, flowers bloom after she steps with her heels, ain't no one's seen such precious gem, the winter slips into springs as she meets.//
Scintillating saudades of epiphany in her poems, her seraphic stories begin in search to end in love. Dawn with her voice and nights as she guides, The(is) pluviophile amyrallis is my world.
Let's be a VMIN! I know....we are...... Blessed to have met you dearie.....✨✨✨ I can never tell you how sad I'm to miss ur bday... I'm always there for you.... let's make ALIEN×MINION I really wanna meet you sweetie.... my lil mermaid♀️
Bae, on your Beautiful Birthday, we wish you all the happiness in the world. This is what we dream for you Bae, may all the joys of life be yours. We will always stay by your side as you go through and grow through life.
DARLING, When the night is falling And i have lost my way to live Come and hug me like you used to do Darling..let your warmth makes me feel like I'm alive again At this short time i felt as if everything I'd done up to this moment was being negative The thing's i thought would be okay, To give up as long as i had my darling The effect i made to avoid getting criticized..for loving you I'm not good enough for you though I realized then, that trying not to hurt someone Can also lead to pain You know i can protect you darling when everything goes worse again But now I'm tried of everything, So let me ask you one thing darling What do you desire? Don't tell me my sorrowful feelings? If you look back, in the past The day we met..become nostalgia I'm so fascinated by you, Even the hopeless destiny..take of my breath away If i told you show me how to live happily, There's an overflowing distance between us I described this feelings to you one day And now it has come to feel completely natural We will feel this bits of warmth while next to each other In my funeral perhaps..., I'm not so weak as i seem..but when it's come to my darling i don't know what to do..maybe someday i show you, What my love can do Mark my words, My present..future..are within you My wishes for you burst out of me I can't say them to you..but they don't disappear with me So darling
"Come and kill me to heal Darling I'm not that good as you believe I commented lots of sin I'm not that naive as you think Darling So come Kill me to heal Cause i think your happiness, in my demise Ohh come on darling Kill me to heal It's not even a big deal Anymore, And i promise i will spend all my 8th life with you Now give me permission to die Darling"
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED 7th April 2021 20 : 56 pm ( Wednesday )
Evening everyone !
I don't know from where to start , I'm somehow , lacking enough words to say what I wanted to tell you all . This day already is the one I cherish the most . And now I've found many other reasons to do so . This year was the second time I celebrated my born day with you guys , and let me tell you , it keeps getting better and better with each passing year . You all , you've actually spoiled me so much with your wishes and your gifts that now I cannot even think of a 7th April without you guys . Thank you people , you made my day . Truly . No exaggeration, no sugarcoating , receiving your gifts was the best part of today just like it was the best part of previous year . No matter how many times I mention it and no matter in how many ways , I still feel that I'm not doing justice to my admiration and adoration for you all .
So let's keep it simple . Thank you everyone , it was the best birthday of my whole 19 years . And the credit goes to you my darlings . I LOVE YOU ALL ♡
I wanted to give you all something , even if it is not enough . Just to inform you all , this day also marks the day I completed 3 years being a part of the ARMY fandom , or better say , family . I just completed my first ever story ( which was a BTS fanfiction ) . So I'm putting a snippet of my favourite chapter from it for you all to receive it as my gratitude . Take it as a way I'm sending my deepest gratefulness for you all . The name of the story is "A STROLL IN SEOUL" . I hope you like reading it .
Also , if you want to read the whole thing , just search up the name on Wattpad and you'll find it roaming around there .
It was just another day when I was randomly checking post on mirakee, But now when I look back and think about that day I realise it was a damn special one Because that day someone special had liked and commented on my post And the special person is none other you dear Arya (Aru angel).
I was very happy to have a new reader and being the curious person I immediately clicked on your profile to get to know you. You were new here and had few posts. Your write ups left me in awe. Those posts were enough for me to understand that you are a flawless writer and a great thinker.
Your posts have a magical power to cast a spell on everyone reading them. Your pen always write wonders and it has a thing which always attract readers like magnet.
You have always inspired me in many ways may it be your post or just a random talk. You are a hard-working person and very determined towards your goals. You are a kind soul and have a heart as pure as an angel. You are an amazing friend and a fantastic human. You are the solution to all my problems.
Angelllll @arya_abhipsa Where are you?????????? Finally today we are sharing the same age Remember the day we got to know this we were so happy. So today it's your second birthday which we are celebrating together As you know I'm really bad at wishing birthday's so I just jotted down our memories and my emotions. I hope you like it ❤️❤️❤️
I wish that I can meet you one day just to tell you how amazing you are ..... I wish to make a lot more memories with you .... Share more stories with you .... So it's still unfinished ... Our story .... This is more like how I see you ...and how I know you .... My picture of you ...
Below the tree canopy, I would sit watching her sneak out of the broken window to then jump over the fences.
We would then lie supine in the patio sharing fables of the shooting stars.
Nights would look at us in dubiety as we embrace it's sorrow in bliss.
Rain, her love unlocks the tales of nefelibata like the dreams in fantasy crafting a perfect romance.
But the story she left unfinished once held my tears to pacify the pain as if they tried to tear a page from a gruelling life.
With her deep set eyes fixated on the barn owl she smiled, untangling the story she tried to be a part of...
Her pretentious face struggled to make me believe that it wasn't her's to lament.
It began from her eyes in which I counted the stars adorning the sombre sky.
Channeled through the realms facing the storm, the snow and the gale. She stopped once, just to gaze into my eyes.
It was as if I met her for the very first time, under the same sky once, to make a wish before the shooting star vanished.
All I want is the story she left me in, like a forsaken wave wishing for a destination.
Betwixt the broken lines of her unfinished story, I drew a picture of her, picture of my Amaryllis in the night sky and it never looked so enchanting.....
I turned a blurred mystery back in my raw gardens, It took me a minute to hold on myself, What a jerky turn did my feet rest into, Would I just brag about the sand weeping in my hands or rather nurture the sapling of only hope that arrested my body, What was it? It has been 23.4 hours past it, I still am recollecting the bits around, A million miles of brokenness and a trillion breaths I revisited within the moments.
After being 24 hours harsh on myself, I turned around and looked who and where I made myself fit into. It wasn't pounds of jealousy or lost focus. All it was just insecurity. Something to be deprived of, something to loose a feel of, a "high" or even that esteem. And I grabbed myself a cup of warm water and sat on my ramshackled chair, laid my head on the white furnished desk and rested my weakened palms. That moment had a momentum, it made me reciprocate a lot of things. The world had never seen it easy, never do I expect it would, it just taught everyone to be with the flow, to come and to survive; and in this battle of surviving we forget how much hollow the insight of a person becomes. Maybe it was you too today, being harsh on yourself; but in this battle of you and the world never stop plummeting against the odds.
There are 1001 lies and a journey of discovering what people want you to become. Im still covering my wounds, wrapping it up in a blanket of the boundaries they admire me to be in, Finally facing the existing cultures of this adulthood, of how some unsaid words build a trash in your head. I walk past the road, sobbing with the only piece of torn handkerchief realising the testimony of this "Realistic" world.