wild_aish

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  • wild_aish 29w

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  • wild_aish 29w

    I see you,
    through the key hole
    from the other side
    of the locked ebony door
    that stands between us
    like a memoir of our unwelcome
    accomplishments full of
    agonies, distrusts, sorrows,
    and issues that failed to heal
    despite our timless futile efforts.

    It's dark in here, and all my light,
    I see it in you- I wish I could
    come to the other side to you
    but I don't remember
    when we lost the key to our reunion
    perhaps it was one of those moments
    we got busy dedicating each other
    cursed poetries- read between the lines
    and you would find baseless blames
    rhyming in perfect synchrony

    I never bothered much either
    to make an effort
    to breakthrough
    these jammed barriers
    truth be told, I was scared
    if or not it would be worthy;
    enduring this pain,
    all by myself
    only to be taken into arms
    by an ugly rejection

    I may have been a dissapointment
    the one that silently makes you proud
    but still- a dissapointment
    you're my other half
    and I could never go back in time
    to erase this fact
    neither do I see my future with you in it
    what I do see however, is,
    our perfectly wretched presents
    and the surreal walls of misunderstandings
    that divide us apart into perfect fractions of
    unreal, irrational and well integrated hatred.
    ©wild_aish #mirakee

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  • wild_aish 30w

    Words once came to me, like fireflies to the dark. Now they just refuse to leave the corners of my lips. I talk less, very less. I hardly ever leave my bed, hardly ever turn the lights on. I have made the darkness my abode, the ceiling is my canvas and you are my muse, still.
    It used to be very easy once upon a time, when you were there. Knowing you have a cause to wake up to, a rather sweet one, is the best feeling of all. I wish someone could make me feel the same, once again.
    I feel pity for those who think I've never been a victim of love. Little do they know, my love maybe dead, but it stabs me in the back every night before I fall asleep. Little do they know, I never snapped out of it. It's like a free fall into a deep psychedelic tunnel, the fall being the only best part of it. The bright futuristic patterns, neon pink lights, farsighted illusions hypnotise you so bad, before you find your way out, you realise there is none. Love is that drug, the one that takes you on a forever high and abandons you at a 'dream or die' dead-end. It's all downhill from here.
    Not that I wish to fall out of it either. I just wish it had lasted longer- the inevitable fall, those drugged butterflies and wild daises, your poetries that ended in my name and my pink skies that reflected your promises. Your drunk confessions, my sober rejections, we were just- perfect.
    My world was perfectly upside down, until the day you left, without a warning of course. My little dream bubble, my safe space, you were none of that anymore but a dark void filled with alluring memories topped with elaborate lies and intricate guilts. Memories I try to put to sleep, but fail.
    I never loved anyone since. I mean, I wish to, but somewhere deep, I'm scared. Scared of losing him too; like I did you. And this time, I'm just too weak to clean up the mess love makes of me.
    // What do you know the pain of being strangled to near death by your own obsessions, when you were never obsessed to begin with? //
    ©wild_aish #love @mirakee
    #passconc (first line from a conversation with a stranger ↓)

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    " I wish you were here right now. "
    " For some reason, I wish that too. ".
    / An excerpt from a conversation that was abruptly interrupted by our subconscious minds when our hearts were drunk, pathetic and not to mention, in love.
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  • wild_aish 31w

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  • wild_aish 32w

    On the nights when the thought of drowning myself to death into your stone cold cerulean eyes seems so beguiling, I endure myself by simply getting high on the wishes I know would never come true...
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  • wild_aish 32w

    he stirred the kind of love
    that would make you
    want to stay
    The kind of love that'd
    make you want to
    hold on stronger, didn't matter
    how feeble your pulse got

    the kind of love
    you would wander in search of
    your whole life
    in the thickest of forests
    under the deepest of oceans
    only to know that it was growing
    in your backyard all these years

    the kind of love that smelled of
    cigarettes and leather,
    like bikes on a highway,
    and dim lit lanterns
    like cinammon sticks
    in an aging wine

    the kind of love; physical
    you could be kissing all night
    and still feel completely oblivious
    to his touch the next morning
    he could make you
    feel at home with his one gaze,
    and leave you feeling stripped naked
    in the middle of the street
    while you lay beside him
    wrapped in silk sheets

    the kind of love
    that was crazy in it's own
    the kind that you look for
    in between the lines of poetry
    but end up dissapointed at a fullstop instead.
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  • wild_aish 34w

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  • wild_aish 41w

    You were so many dark strokes in one
    a mess of blood red and death blue,
    a mistakenly beautiful shade of gray
    A garden full of wild roses; all wilted.
    Venomous thorns to adore with a clause,
    it would only kill to be able to love you
    as hard as I dared.
    My faith remains shattered,
    since the day you left without turning back
    but I still climb the ruins to that broken cathedral miles away only to taste
    the sanctity of the half burnt painting
    that remains loosely hung to it's atheistic walls.
    It portrays vileness of true love
    and how one does not always find it-
    Waltzing to the tune of fear & desperation
    faith and love both remain blind;
    In the search for a god, we fall for the devil instead.

    ~Aish|•

  • wild_aish 41w

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    She's so darn beautiful, her aesthetica makes me want to touch myself so wild,
    My screams would stab the silence to death.
    Sometimes as bright as the spark in a newly-fell-in-love lover's eyes and on other nights, as dark as a lost-track-of-love poet's grief.
    She comes, silently,
    only to set my heart on fire
    smear my ashes onto her eyelids
    and blink me into the stardust
    as if my existence never mattered...

    /I wonder what a beatiful feeling
    surrendering to her must be?/

    ~Aish|romanticising death•

  • wild_aish 41w

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    Sublime whites,
    sugarcoated with vintage grays,
    Takes me back to the days when I used to
    draw lines that knew no shape and
    curves who always ended up into hearts
    Colours crossed their boundaries or not,
    It was all termed as art, and it so remains even today; it's not the times, but your perception of it that tore your ways
    a p-art.
    ~Aish