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India
scars are the cracks through which the light comes in
April 11, 2018
Birmingham, United Kingdom

#LETTERS FROM ENGLAND

The rain here is different.
It's as if the clouds love the earth too much and want to go easy on it. So it's just like the tiniest drops falling together in millions.All around me is a lovely white gauze, the world's softest white..and the earth's silence..the one as ancient and primal as love..it's the most beautiful making up I have ever seen.
It's as if the clouds have finally come back..and the earth forgives in a heartbeat only because it can...and both of them know that there is no where else they would rather be.
It makes me wonder if this is what the soul goes through when they meet that love...
the one that once was..the one that never will be...the love tha...

LOVE, HER
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March 22, 2018
Birmingham, United Kingdom

Dear first love,

When you came in, unannounced, uninvited... Like a raging thunderstorm...I was scared...of how you seemed to be able to play with all of my terrain..but I looked on, transfixed.
When you stayed, it was spring all over..cherry blossoms, blue skies, bonfires, toffee puddings and marshmallows.
When you left,how dare you leave t behind - Longing as cold as frost, as relentless as the waves... How dare you leave me in unfamiliar territory without so much as a map? I trip, fall, burn and bruise, you know. I still cannot escape.

This letter is a sincere request to undo what only you must be responsible for.
I agree I made poetry with what you left behind..but sometimes I keep ble...

RANDOM ACTS OF POETRY - DAY
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February 7, 2018
 

Hey!
This is super intriguing to me and let me see where the mixtape takes me.
Imagine dragons hit home when the demons would get the better of me and refuse to let go.Maroon 5, Kesha and Shakira made me move and groove while I had tonnes of Sleepovers ringing with the sing along of Taylor swift , Lorde and Katy Perry. Breakups have been brutal and while I longed to remain 'numb', I decided to 'burn it down' using a 'payphone'. Frank Sinatra and Nat King Cole have been witness to priceless nights while Ed Sheeran and John Legend gave me evenings full of light and love, spent 'counting stars' and not 'whiskey lullaby'.
Music has saved me on some very long and very dark nights. Music has caugh...

MESSAGE OF LOVE
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February 7, 2018
 

To his Girl,

He loved long walks and endless conversations about books , music, movies. He loved playing football in the rain. Hated admitting that he loved shopping. Secretly loved getting checked on when he was sick. Loved assurance when he was little scared (as we all are sometimes,) hated admitting he was.
Loved pretending he does not have a temper, hated to make up after a fight.

Did any of that change? Have you noticed he has about 8 kinds of smiles? Does he still lean towards the screen when he likes a movie? Does he still show off his math skills?

Did he ever mention me?

From ,
the Stranger who wishes she always remained one.

P.s sometimes kindness is not answering a question....

MESSAGE OF LOVE
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February 3, 2018
 

Would I be able to forget how you turned a day dreamer into a warrior princess; afraid of nothing and noone?
Would I heal if I hold your hands again or would muscle memory remember the fall into the abyss?
Then Stay.
Else Leave.
The tectonic plates have shifted, the ocean floor has battled with molten lava and made it her own.
I have changed my cherry-blossomed spring into an unforgiving summer.
My bright starry skies want none of your tarry, breathless, chilling grey anymore.

I am looking for emerald green and turquoise blue..
And darling..those never were your hue.

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POETRY BOOKS
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January 3, 2018
New Town, India

A zebra crossing....forcing me to tears and panic and then spoiling me with love and faith with dizzying speed.

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A NEW DAY
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December 29, 2017
New Town, India

#Letters to my past
To
My heart,
I would like you to know that you can survive anything. There would be times when you might feel like this cannot go on...but it will. You will see beautiful sunrises and sunsets. You shall be loved again. It won't stop hurting though. You won't stop trying to fathom what could you have done differently. Please hang on, you n I,
We are going to be scarred, but oh so full of light.
From,
The 'broken-but-so-what?!' heart o'mine

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CHRISTMAS ICON
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November 1, 2017
Chakpachuria, India

I was struggling with my life, dealing with fear, failure and frustration like one would deal with a broken umbrella during a downpour. He came up to me, suited up, blue tie and went- 'Coffee on a rainy day?'.
I was in my PJs, last night's ponytail and nerd glasses. 'A pity date for your charity bucket list?' I shot back.
' Fine, 'suit' yourself', he said with a chuckle that warmed me up like sunshine.
I shook my head at myself.
Words. Every single Time. Words.

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STARS
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September 30, 2017
 

She was looking out of the store window, drinking her favorite coffee. When out of the blue a man showed up and sat down at her table, looking straight into her eyes...
'Sorry?' she asked, taken aback and slightly disturbed.
'What kind of strong do you like? I mean, I work out..also, I am not really the vulnerable type, just so you know.'
'I don't..what?' she exclaimed.
'You might already have noticed that fair is not what I think men , real men need to be. I like being dark, got no problem with it.'
'You better start making sense, stranger...' she muttered.
' what? They said you like it strong and dark. '
Her smile was a flash of the ocean blue after a lifetime of the city grey.
'They were t...

INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 30, 2017
 

The shadows kept her safe; the light gave him away. Freedom or friendship?

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INTERNATIONAL COFFEE DAY
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September 25, 2017
Kolkata, India

Diary is much like the utopian best friend. It takes in all the scribbled hearts without a snicker, all the exclamations and underlines with grace, yet never breaths a word about the tears which may have rendered parts of a page unreadable.
I never write in one, I have so many notebooks though, crowded with tales of heartbreak, longing,first love, prayers, dreams and nightmares. A diary scares me for if I keep one, I am scared that the grey would seep into the pink and red, the yellow would be scared of the thick tarry black...I am afraid the demons in me would crawl out of the pages into the ones that have my dreams and my hopes. The ink would not fade like some scars have...so I leave it al...

NATIONAL DIARY DAY
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September 13, 2017
New Town, India

#SKYLARK CHALLENGE 104

Bang bang goes the gun,
Violence as regular as the sun

Morals gathering rust,
Kindness forsaken; empathy to apathy, like particles to dust

You pray for it to stop,
For people to think...
The all consuming rat race
Gives you a mocking wink

When tolerance is banished to an old abandoned room
Creased shirts and scuffed shoes march hand in hand onto a glorious doom

Everytime hatred horrifies me with it's filthy look
Everytime..My escape lies in a book.

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POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 13, 2017
New Town, India

It is difficult to write this with the stamp smiling at me, but I do not think the noise is ever silenced, the lists ever laid aside. Melancholy has taught me more than smiles ever have, sighs have made me want to reach out more than a giggle ever has. It has been a never-ending search to keep others happy hoping that will somehow fix me.
I am haunted by humans, by the constant struggle of want and should, of 'I have' and 'I wish' and how they can be so exasperatingly mutually exclusive.

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POSITIVE THINKING DAY
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September 12, 2017
 

#SKYLARKCHALLENGE 104

My eyes looked around the old abandoned room, a primal fear forcing my sluggish brain to think. I recalled the bang bang of the gun, the hand that held it, the killer's creased shirt, a thud like a heavy book being closed...a shooting pain, a mocking laugh with a whisper "witness turns victim" and then darkness : black, thick , restless.
My eyes threatened to droop..a slow lull spreading inside. "My escape!" I thought, hands strained against scuffed ropes, blood in my mouth gone stale like rust..my eyes dreamily looking at particles floating away towards the light..and I felt myself spiralling back to the darkness as my mind screamed at me.."light! Is there a window? Lo...

ANGEL OF PASSION
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September 12, 2017
 

Dear Love,

Thank you for making me feel the way the sky must feel at every dawn,
Thank you for making me realize if heartbreak is thunder, I am the storm.

Thank you for the pride in spite of the wound,
For when hope gave me shelter; you were what I found.

With a heartbeat that still falters
I wear my bruises like colours of the fall
But with you burning in my veins,
I know I shall rise above them all.

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STARS
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September 11, 2017
New Town, India

Even as I imagine myself as a phoenix rising to the sky
Even as I imagine; deep down
I know I am too tired to try

When all your sandcastles, dollhouses are a ramshackle mess
And the chaos threatens to spill over the face
The battleground of the mind touches base..
and tells me to make things matter less

I want a white shore, waves, moon and so much more
I want music and laughter wafting out of a door

When I don't know enough to have power...yet do know enough to not have bliss
When I am yearning for a hand and afraid of a kiss⁠⁠⁠⁠

I want rain, fairy lights, your smile and a bed...
I want some ink to tidy up my head.

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NEVER FORGET
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