You and I, a pair of misfits Devised of diametric disposition, Collide like a ball of chaos to drift Away like petals of impetuous fission
My dragunov heart undergoes Flickering ripples in your vicinity; My romanichel soul now knows It has found and lost its only city
You're a dancing wildflower A little shy, a little brave And a lot beautiful, and empowered Deep-seated withstanding strong waves
Festooned with incandescent halos Bracketed within choices and decisions; You have a heart with printed rainbows Heartbeats of oceanic waves and galactic collisions
Your hands baptize my skies with sunshine Inhabited by wrecking thunderclaps And echoing chirps of dwindling shine; You insinuate life, heal my burnt wings to flap
I pull out snippets of your benignity, I'm a lot selfish you see— I tear apart hems of your sanguinity and fill your eyes with tears instead of setting you free
You are fragile but not brittle Not now, nor ever, True sangfroid soul with little Unpredictability: a sanguine garden of words
A finite shoreline, and an unending ocean, I purloin grains of sand to fill my fists with A wave of belongingness awashes With love and cliched unfounded grith
Bricks of our home is falling down I overdo my scribbling silence into a blistering pyre Attending my own funeral wearing bridal gowns Visited by dead versions of mine
So let me hold your tender palms, one last time; You deserve to fly high, smile and live your life to the fullest; Let me whisper three syllables In your heart, for I have cut an infinity Into half, an act wholly unforgivable.
To one of the most genuine people who wear their hearts on their sleeves @manasaa
Happy Birthday Manasaa. I don't think there is an extra a in the end?! Or is there one? The bg is a reverse acrostic
I love the person that you are. You're rare and precious and unique. I wish skies, hope and smiles in your way.
Siddharth has exams till 12th July so he won't be available. Happy birthday from his side as well
--------- This one's for you(hope you like it)—
With flaming wings of a whimsical unicorn, wearing a crown of benevolence, jasmines tied on hair loosely, an armlet of safflower; a halo of sunshine hovering above her head, she flies away into the land where unicorns exist and so does magic.
Where the sky is a chandelier adorned with hanging ribbons of hope and candlelit dinners are celebrated with blabbering teacups and dancing spoons.
Where fleeting auroras stop for a moment in their path to gape at her, a sunset with sunshine clenched in her little palms and nails painted with shades of lavender. She wears a marigold necklace gifted by winds and an anklet of a poem that clangs as she scampers to search for sunflower in a garden of roses.
She’s a firefly and her father is out there somewhere in the welkin sometimes proud tears in his eyes twinkles as stars watching his daughter grow into the brave and beautiful lady who has always been a synonym for optimism and hope and kindness.
As the dawn breaks in, she sails back into reality in an attempt to transform it into the magical land with her words.
To one of the bravest men I know (my little beautiful princess ) Firstly I love you. I miss you. These three weeks were very tiring for me and time bounds me along with the boundaries of writer's block, plus maintaining other account so that I could say to writer's block, o writer's block kal aana.
At first I was very sceptical about posting the birthday wish on Mirakee as I'd planned to never write anything on this platform but nevertheless after much pondering over, I decided I shall write for you, in the platform through which we could meet and know each other. I want to thank Mirakee and for the universe to conspiring for me being at the right place at the right time and with the right person. I'd never been a believer of love and have never felt it on a personal level until you.
You, my words fall short while describing you because you are an emotion. You're all the beautiful things my eyes could set on, all the tepid emotions of love I can feel. I had the honor and privilege to see you grow into this ravishing, vintage wildflower from the seeds of coy misfit and the confidence you've gained through these months is incredible.
Does it feel like one year has passed since your last birthday: to me it just feels like I've just time travelled from 2020. But somehow the memories we've made together tells otherwise. Thinking about the past months and your now non-existent starstruck for sangfroid personality, I behaved very bluntly with you. If only I could go back to those days when it felt like we had little time but in truth we had all the time of the world and I wish I could re-spend them without the fear of them or you losing away from my fist. All those long posts, one liners and everything is now in dust and I know it hurts you more than you show, me killing sangfroid soul felt like I stabbed a knife in your heart. It was sangfroid who was hurting me and the unwanted fame that brought unwonted hate which I'd never experienced in my life of that intensity, now all the stalkers and haters can rest in piece and peace. I am sorry for deleting sangfroid, I genuinely am, because hers was the account that drawn you to me, but she was just a part of me I had temporarily made.
Also rone ka sochna bhi mat mere itne saare posts dekh kar, smjhe? Kyunki aansu honge toh read kaise karoge. I wish I could record something in my voice. Right now I as I write to you, strong winds unexpectedly knocked open the windows of my room, and oh haan, it has started to rain, news mein pdha, delhi mein 3 din ke liye baarish hogi, I COULDN'T BE ANYMORE HAPPIER. it just feels like nature listens to me and understands me just the way you do.
You, I don't know how to put down what I feel after being with you. It's a combination of combustible fragile heartbeats that soar high fluttering swiftly and searching for yours. You make me feel romantic and captivated even though you say you're boring. So hear it out, I LOVE YOU IRRESPECTIVE OF EVERY-FUCKING-SINGLE-THING. And I know we're too young and it's unrealistic to call ourselves soulmates, but, I really feel we are. When I feel pain, you do too, and when you feel happy, I do too. You and I feel emotions with the same intensity without having to explain what the other is feeling. Tbh this level of connection I've felt only with my brother and you do have the skill to take up any form, my chuhu ;_; my mom, my elder brother/sister, my younger brother/sister my soulmate, mentor, my best friend (forever) aur kya oh haan possessive overdramatic girlfriend and ofc understanding boyfriend... Toh par yes, point smjh gye hoge tum.
You've seen it all, my all phases that there could be,(if something new doesn't take birth, hopefully) and you stayed. You stayed despite the storms and scorching heat, tsunami and droughts and strong winds. You stayed when I had thought you'd leave me, you stayed when you could have loved anyone else, someone better than me, someone with a stable mind and static personality. You stayed during my lows and highs. You stayed despite I told you to leave thrice. I don't know kis janam mein maine acha kaam kiya, but definitely not in this janam that I deserve you. And yes as much as possessive and selfish and clichèd this may sound "you're mine and I'm yours" but that's the truth. Thu thu nazar na lage kisi ki. You helped me become the best version of myself and I was reading my diary entries of initial time of 2020, 2019 and 2018 and I couldn't even comprehend the amount of sadness and helplessness I was going through in 2020 and 2019 and the zeal of i-am-and-i-will-bring-change which you've tried your best to help me retrieve. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you my angel. Thank you for staying by and accepting me the way I am. I don't have anything more to say. Maybe I do have but only my heart can speak and my hands can't.
I love you. Happy Birthday, Siddharth.❤️
Yours, Devika Aji (Your prince)
Edit: //Feb 14, 2021//
To my first valentine
Dear Siddharth You're special, you know that right? In moments when my tongue fails to align with what I wish to express, only an I love you, is able to tell you. You're so much than you. There's so much of love. As I write this letter of love to you and the song you sang in the background, it's been a whole one year. Woah. One year. Can I imagine that. No. Can you imagine that. No. (XD) seemed like a nursery rhyme. You are an angel. An angel sent by an external entity just for me. You make me sane and safe wrapped in your short voice recordings. I only desire your smile and happiness and keep it intact stretched till eternity. You are this power packed gift and you're everything that I can ever ask for. Pdhayi mein bhi ache, awaaz bhi achi(BAHUT ACHI), guitar bhi baja dete ache se(har ladki ki fantasy), and love letters likhte. Etc etc. It's been one year of us, and it still feels like kuch maheene pehle tk toh hum Bhai behn ka natak kar rhe the(tum natak kar rhe the) You make my heart explode and defy all the things I've Guessed about you. I'm a hard person to deal with I know. And mostly an emotional mess and you try to entangle it so lovingly, like you were made to love me. You're perfect. You're my kind of perfect. I love you.
I love your everything with my everything. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
And I promise to never let the corner of your lips down and keep it tucked up with my hands.
Since I'm running out of ideas I'll be sharing some points I read over in the past few days some quotes and poems and advice that I think is worthwhile cherishing for all people alike.
Disclaimer: not written by me
1. Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little, and never touch the ground. — Kyoko Escamilla
2. Everything in life starts with your mindset first and your actions second. Your actions follow your thoughts, your beliefs and ideas. To make a shift, to free your energy: start with getting your mind right, and then, take action.
3.Remove yourself from people who treat you like your time doesn't matter, like your feelings are worthless, or like your soul is replaceable.
4. Align actions with intention (this is for me)
5. "I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in." - Haruki Murakami, South of the Border
6. "When I first met you I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time running away for all you're worth." -Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
7. "I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.” - Hélène Cixous
8. "When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it." – Paulo Coelho
9. "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.” – Muhammad Ali
10. Stop saying yes just because you feel guilty saying no.
11. "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." – Ernest Hemingway
12. "What we think we become. What we feel we attract. What we imagine we create." — Adele Basheer
13. Just always be the better person. And make your intentions pure. What and who you are is what you'll attract, what you'll maintain. Pain is inevitable and it will always exist, but if you focus on understanding what you are feeling and why you are feeling it, you will overcome it." — The Minds Journal
14. "Patience is when you are supposed to be mad but you choose to understand."
15. "It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace." Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
You are whom I think of after listening to Arijit Singh's raabta, tum hi ho, agar tum saath ho, uska hi banana, tera chehra, and all his love songs
Swirled within the mellifluous voice of Javed Ali's Saudebazi and
loving voice of Armaan Malik's songs, ranging from Main Rahoon Ya Na Rahoon
stuffed between the songs of Shreya Ghoshal's Bahara and Agar tum Mil jaao
You swoon me like the ageless voice of Kishore Kumar, listening to Hume tumse pyaar Kitna, Pal Pal Dil ke Paas, Sagar Jaisi Ankhowali, and
Lata Mangeshkar's Lag ja Gale, Ek pyaar ka nagma hai, Ajeeb Dastan hai ye, Aapki Nazaro ne smjha,
the one I reminiscence about listening to Kahin Door Jab Din Dhal Jaaye and Kisi ki Muskurahat se, and
Thinking about whom I drown after listening to Mohammad Rafi's drenched in love songs— Gulabi Ankhen Jo Teri Dekhi, and
KK's Ajab si, pyar ke pal, Tu hi meri shab hai and
Khuda bhi, Tum se hi, Tum ho of Mohit Chauhan and
All songs of Anuv Jain
And when I hear Ed Sheeran songs, Perfect, Thinking out loud and Photograph, it's you that pops up in my mind, Hearkening to songs like Christina Perri's A thousand years, Shawn Mendes Never be Alone, Like I'm gonna lose you by Meghan Trainor, Plain White T's Hey there Delilah, Can't help falling in love by Elvis Presley, La vie en Rose by Michael Bublé.
Daylight damascenes over dewy-eyed dandelions dancing to the tunes of bees drifting with the dusty dunes; daffodils dangle from the sky dainty little petals reaching to dazzling damsel of cloudland reclining against disheveled duvet of white distorted clouds, dauntless stitches unloosen rain-drops plop over my bestrew dreams
My gaze falls over you, your eyes closed and lips curled into a smile You see— you're here yet you aren't You are with me, yet you aren't I'm alone but not lonely You're with me as I press my ears Over the window panes and close my eynes Listening to the pitter patter that sounds like you : nonchalant that exhumes my soul from the casket of my heart. The windows start sounding like your chest, the lub dub gradually increases and then becomes steady
My fingers desiring to decipher the language Your skin and fingertips speaks The rain breaks into a simmering storm As I take the alphabet in my hands To refill my pen of poetry that fell in love With you before I did I take a carton of crayons borrowed from nature's beauty and Set out to delineate you starting with red, for your lips, pink for your cheeks, yellow for the flowers of your brooch, green for your vivacious hands, daisies for your skin, dark chocolates for your eyes, blues for the colour of your soul, black for your starry hair, orange for the wildflowers you keep at the back of your pocket, magenta for the little bag hanging from your shoulders. I realise even if I borrowed all the colours, the universe flowers, skies, rainbows possess It'd still end up dull and devoid of life, Because there's only one YOU and there could be only one YOU.
—Sangfroid 28.05.2021 18:21
P.S I legit feel like either the vocabulary is too much or it's not upto the mark or maybe I'm unable to encage the emotion within the walls of words or the soul is missing but it took me a very long time to even etch this. (｡•́︿•̀｡)
The corners of his lips are carved from clusters of galaxies of colours and bombardment of stars and poetry. He shines brilliantly like an array of full moon night's light. He and I are made of the same things stars are. My muse sings for the crushed flowers and their sacrifices. He strums for broken hearts and lovers alike, telling a saga of his bizzare life. He has a broom onto which he hops and flies over every nook of my heart and imaginations. He makes me castles of poems out of the remnants of a sour experience and beautiful aftertaste. He lends me his smiles frequently and summons monsoons to hover above my city. Days when he's genuinely happy, the sky paints the clouds and drape them in pleasing pink hues reflecting his subtle beam. When his eyes collide against mine, I witness a catastrophe of my insecurities and a rebirth of our love, in the form of phoenix from its ashes. I love him, would be but an understatement. He is mine would sound selfish but I love him and he's mine. Above his head hover the soothing haloes that refuses to define him, because he keeps oscillating between transcendent and temporal realms. He's a human, but far above than any other human I know. The love his heart irradiates a love that is selfless, patient, blooming, coy, brave, divine, unearthly, unreal, magical, passionate and kind. Seeing him, my heart feels pain and solace at the same time. For he's an angel desired by many, but he's only mine.
— 27.05.2021 23.31
My home resides with- in his loving eyes of fire shared with colliding heartwarming little wishes rambunctious, he's my secret
Upon the breeze
she spread her golden hair
that in a thousand gentle knots
was turned and the sweet light
beyond all radiance burned
in eyes where now that radiance
Petrarchan conceit is a form of love poetry wherein a man's love interest is presented in hyperbole. In this the beloved is shown as paragon of beauty and virtue. The primary consideration is to appreciate beauty of mistress lavishly.
Listening to the sound of the calming wind, As i watched the sun abraded across the horizon, Resonance of musical instruments being busked, To highlight the emphasis of late night moon.. standing by the sea,
The scent of exposed ocean air ascent of waves is all i can see, Among all she's the sandcastle, A soothing bliss, even though washed away with just a hassle, memories last for the whole summer..
______________________________________________________ You are the best gift i have this year.. The memories and the time we shared❤ are secured in my diary, you are beautiful sang, through the soul, and by words..
You deserve to be happy,❤ Not forced or needing a reason, Just pure happiness for a lifetime. Lots of love and blessings..
हाँ, ठीक उसी दिन 28 मार्च को तुम्हारी sonnet पढ़ी थी और मन हुआ कि एक मै भी लिखूँ, एक स्टेन्ज़ा लिखा और तुम्हें भेजा तुमसे सीखने के बाद। तुम्हारा जवाब पढ़कर अच्छा लगा और पूरी करने का सोचा, खैर 30 को लिखी पूरी बीच में होली जो आ गयी थी। तुम्हें भेजने लगे तो डिएक्टिवेट था एकाउंट ही और 2 अप्रैल को जब एक्टिवेट हुआ तो जो बायो लगी थी वो देख काफी परेशान थे इनफैक्ट पहली दफा उठते ही रोये थे। कुछ लोगों से पूछा तुम्हारे बारे में पर किसीको मालूम नहीं था कुछ भी। उम्म.. वेट ही कर सकते थे और करते भी क्या सॉनेट पोस्ट कर दी थी तुम्हें टैग करके। धीरे-धीरे दिन बीत'ते गए और तुम्हारी परेशानी का पता चला समझ नही आया क्या कहना चाहिए तो बस एक लंबा सा msg छोड़ दिया शायद ही किसीको इतना बड़ा कभी भेजा होगा। तुमने पढ़ा भी और रिप्लाई भी दिया। फिर कुछ दिनों बाद तुम्हारा कमेंट आया उस पोस्ट पर हमें अच्छा लगा और लिखने का मोटिवेशन भी मिला।
फिर तो हम दोनों ही ब्रेक पर रहते थे और अक्सर सेम टाइमिंग पर आते थे। दूसरे एकाउंट का तुम्हारे पता चला, रीड करके कमेंट कर दिया करते थे हम भी दूसरे एकाउंट से। थोड़ी थोड़ी बात हो जाया करती थी और नाम लेने की आदत हो गयी पर एक दिन कमेंट करने गए जब इतने जज़्बात थे इकठ्ठे पोस्ट रिलेटेड तो गलती से नाम ले बैठे और दूसरे अकाउंट का पता चल गया हमारे।
मैंने यूँ तो ज्यादा यात्राएँ नहीं कि हैं पर जितनी भी की हैं उनकी अपनी महत्वता रही है परंतु जब तुम्हारे लिखे हर्फ़ों को पहली दफा पढ़ा था वो भी किसी यात्रा से कम नहीं था, कुछ ऐसे दृश्य तुम्हारी रचनाओं के द्वारा मैंने देखे जो शायद ही असल जिंदगी में कोई उतनी खूबसूरत जगह हो। खाली मन में मानों एक साथ सैकड़ो उफान उठ गए हो, या यूँ कहलो की मन की गर कोई जिल्द होती तो वो तुम्हारे शब्दों से परत दर परत खुल रही हो या टाइट हो रही हो समझना कठिन था पर जो कुछ भी था काफी खूबसूरत लगा था हमें। प्रेम से आलिंगन शायद तब पहली दफा हुआ हो हमारा। या यूँ कहलो उस दिन से पहले प्रेम पर विश्वास न था उसे कभी महसूस नहीं किया था।
Wish you a very happy birthday Devika♥️♥️ Billie eilish k gaane sunte rho badhiya ek dum or likhte raho✨ (Abhi isi se kaam chala lo xd) @thunderclap
Waise khoobiyan to kafi h but The thing which I like the most in you is the way you interact with people (bhale hi new ho), so natural, comforting every lil bit of this. Also, your hindi is pretty good xd mostly jitne bhi south indians se me mili unme sbse achi. I love talking to you, best thing is there is no need of topic for interacting with you, koi bhi topic uthao acha hi lagta h baat krke bas jab tk modi ji tk na pahunch jaye baat krte krte xd. Or kabhi kabhi to aisa lagta h kahi meri bakwaas baate sunke tum bore to nhi ho jati hogi xd. Ab koi bhi "ohho" kehta h to tumhari yaad aa jati or ek muskaan bhi sath hi. The songs you shared with me, everytime I listen to them they remind me of you. I never get bored while talking to you. You're sweet, genuine,pure, strong and an amazing person inside out. Stay same always. And thank you for everything. I adore you a lot.
As I always say, you're special. For me, for Mirakee and for everyone else. I'm so glad that I've a friend like you. We don't talk much but whenever we do, it never feels like we ain't good friends :"))
I was born in this storm-tossed city on a satin September when the sky had dyed itself in a crimson bleach that reeked of lost war zones and forgotten elegies of mystic realms. I've walked through callous chestnuts forest with my name etched on their bare barks whispering rueful secrets to the zephyr that delicately touches their scarred skin.
I've been cradled in the arms of pliant willows while homeless maple twigs took shelter between strands of my auburn hair. Disquietude burns through my creased palms as poets look for their muse amidst the loose debris of my existence. October makes love to me cloaked in the grief of dying memoirs. I can look past the nacarat skies, the patchwork of stars who whisper orbed elegies to the mother earth. You pronounce my name with such warmth that it coerces me to purloin a new life from the clasp of despair. My face shall remain as a mosiac of smiles amidst the heat waves of despair.
The sun drips yellow acrylic in the silky blue fabric that holds up the seams of my lips. My back is tainted in the sonnets of Shakespeare and poetries of Wordsworth, but I stay on your lips like the quivering incandescent flame you spell until the cold of the winter take over your jagged territory leaving me vulnerable. And you still have the audacity to break me into shards, and still say, 'Autumn is the merriest of seasons'.
Maybe each one of us at the beginning found you as a celeb of here untill and unless we saw you as the kindest and most beautiful person inside out. We haven't talked much but now I miss getting Pods just to talk with you a little more, your writeups especially sonnets from sonnet queen I miss terribly, I love yellow colour for I found it radiates positivity from the day I met you. Thank you so much for being here.
Happiest and loveliest Birthday Devika, may your life shine brighter than the sun and may all your dreams come true ❤️
I still suck at writing birthday wishes, but I really adore Devika and Siddharth so the bg for you guys :) @thunderclap