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Richa Devon

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Written words are the most moving When beating hearts pen them.
July 29, 2020
 

The Watch-Bearer
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A momentary whiff resulted in a pounding heart.
The weirdest dream promised a future so safe.
A labyrinth of darkness,
Over the nadir of hopelessness,
Vanished,
When the watch-bearer held my hand.

In the ruins of an old palace,
Now adorned by despair,
Where a cat manoeuvred the walk of death,
I bundled up in fear of the unknown.
But the watch-bearer came and held my hand,
Pulled me up to run along.

A tunnel we saw across the maze.
We ran and ran
And he pulled me and he held me.
I could run no further and i didn't see his face.
But he held on and guided me to the light,
Where life awaited.

Nearing the end of the tunnel,
There were wire fences,
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INKTOBER: NEMOPHILIST
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June 15, 2020
 

Alone, Hopeless,
Helpless, Friendless.
Feeling incomplete.
Feeling like a failure.

A constant feeling,
Propping itself;
In my head,
Every few months.

Is it worth it?
Is it useful?
It's ruined.
I need to start over.

From where?
Where do i start?
After ending the beginning.
So, i end.

Hoping the next round is better.
Would it be?
Do i carry my memories, lessons learnt,
To my next life?

But this is unbearable.
So i leave.
A miserable life,
Alienated.

How?
A rope?!?
Would i fall?
Would it work?

The noose seems okay.
Breathing heavy.
Kick the stool.
I have weight.

My neck!
It's paining.
Can't breathe.
Limbs trembling.

Should have i?
Should have i not?
Could have i waited?
Was there scope?...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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June 13, 2020
 

Sweedle's Creative Corner

Rejected Heart
Rose Again
Proposed Peace

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SIMPLICITY DAY
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April 21, 2020
 

How can someone be so weak
That they do not allow themselves
The fruits of tomorrow

How can they keeping harping
On the same notes
Of despair and pain

How can they not see
The love
That waits for them

How can they live
In a dream
Oblivious of their life

Stuck in a broken heart
They refuse another soul
To mend those wounds

Why? Why don't they wake up?
How? How to help them?
What? What in the world do i do?

Life's passing
This silence is painful
And here we are, aloof.

SIMPLICITY DAY
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April 16, 2020
 

A beautiful scarf
With a bright blue bird
Embroidered,
It sits on my pillow

Poorer than poverty,
My heart of love
No cure can one find
In the mountain or the willow

A vacant town
That failed plan
Only coffee could fill
A life so shallow

SIMPLICITY DAY
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March 7, 2020
 

Three years ago he gave his word to her. Oh how many things have changed since then.

As he pulls up on the driveway, she gets ready for a difficult conversation. She sits down in the chair and waits for him to walk in. While his footsteps echo in the hallway, she takes a sip of tea from the white, gold rimmed, most elegant chinaware.

He pulls the door open and she breathes like a burden is piling up on her. He walks in. They see each other. Their eyes meet and greet. And then, the ice breaks. He says, "Hello! What's up?".

Today was the day he had lost his wife. But did he need to stay alone forever? Was it really needed? Doesn't he deserve love?.. companionship?.. Friendship??.. She was g...

SIMPLICITY DAY
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October 13, 2019
 

There's nothing I want more than dying content with the feeling that i lead a life worthy to be that of my parents' daughter's and my brother's sister's.

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WRITE YOUR OWN STORY
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August 24, 2019
 

It's been a long and busy week for her. As she walks on the side of the road, her backpack feels heavier with each minute passing. She pulls up the weight and takes the next left turn. A cobbled dead end soaked in rain shows up a banner, above the only shop.

"I knew you would come", he said and led her to an underground chamber. The steps were uneven and the roof was edgy. They crouched to make their way through the ancient cramped staircase.

Her days had been hectic and the last week gave her the key she was looking for all through. The entire planet was peddling a farce about their existence. She meditated for so long before it came to her.

The underground was damp and there was a mysti...

PORTRAIT
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July 5, 2019
 

If I were a leaf,
The wind would have taken me places.
If I were wind,
Where would I rest?
Do I rest at all?
Do I get born?
Do I die?
Or I just arise and form?
Do I control what I form?
Can I?
I like being the breeze that is loved.
But then I also have destructive powers.
All in all, if I were wind,
I would definitely take the leaf places.

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WORLD WATERCOLOR MONTH
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July 2, 2019
 

In an old Japanese village, an old old man was preparing soup. With his wrinkly hands, he picked herbs and sprinkled them in the concoction. You could see his veins with blue-green life flowing in them. His head could hold three little streams of dewy sweat at a time, that decided to stay within the valleys of those undulations. His grey hair rose like the pines of a snow covered hillock. And the feature that made him a spectacle of nature was his toothless grin. He was preparing a SURPRISE that was amusingly tickling him.

Searching eyes of two little kids finally twinked when their savior angel came floating in a royal ride. Their granny was returning, after an operation, in a wheelchair. T...

POKA DOT PORTRAIT
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July 2, 2019
 

This concrete you see
The strength it has
Were all futile
When the atoms rose

Chernobyl happened
Death danced
Nature took over
And a town froze

[This is an outpour after watching Chernobyl as a series for a few hours. I can't imagine what people actually went through. But it does make one think.]

#REBUILD PATRIOT'S DAY
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June 26, 2019
 

The ground below him seemed to crumble down and he was left alone once again. He wished it were not true but life said it was.

He first felt outpaced when he was in school and his only friend Samuel had to leave town. He felt defeated again when his new friend Danny died in an accident. Life kept pulling him down over and over again taking away all the people he loved. And then one day his father too left for his heavenly abode from where nobody returns. Not only did the ground below him seem to crumble, he drowned in despair.

Christopher was not really alone. He had his mother and brother to talk to. But he was alone in a different city in a job with people for whom he was a valuable empl...

ENJOY THE LITTLE THINGS
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February 20, 2019
 

Life Well Lived
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Years had passed.
She was old and frail.
Life got slow,
And now no trips were planned.

One day she found
A box aloft.
And brought it down,
From the Oblivion.

In it she found,
Some memories,
Some friends she made,
And shells that shone.

Younger days
Twinkled in her eyes,
When she took those trips,
Solo to places that called her heart.

That one time,
A boat she took.
That trip to breathe,
In God's own land.

The flower that swayed,
Like her flowy dress.
Ixora Coccinea,
Was it's name she found.

The adventure lasted
Some breaths and more.
The risk of riots,
Loomed the region those days.

Day one, she had no company.
One shell she took
From the shor...

WHITE CLOCK
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December 2, 2018
 

Replete with luxuries,
A cozy hibernal cave she had.
The effervescence in her ponderous dwellings though,
Hindered her delectation.

Leaving her abode,
In search of the panacea...
Ignoring the dogma that could burn her soul,
She set out on the dark road.

Illuminated by only
The seeds of her courage,
Her path led her
To that which she desired..
To that which she needed..

The Right To Be!

[Dedicated to the women who fought for equal rights even when not fighting was easier.]

BE BRAVE
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November 27, 2018
 

Dear victor&words,

There is this incidence I would choose to share with you. I was once visiting a temple on a hill. A lone tourist. I went off the path and perched myself near a tree. The hamlet below was inviting. A huge statue under construction on another hill found my eyes bewildered. That is when I heard this voice.

This young lad came out of nowhere and asked me if I was waiting for the guru. I wasn't. He enquired why I was sitting there. And I told him the honest reason that I had no reason. I'm just a hermit visiting random places. And I was eyeing a third hill at some distance famous for another temple.

"I too am going there", he said. I had not planned how I'll reach but I want...

WRITE ME SOME LETTRS
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November 18, 2018
 

We, hermits of the Earth, peregrinate forever.
The wizened lands cocoon our hamlets.
While the ocean sits latent with its depth..
Her cradle rocks me with a breezy lullaby.

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CARDBOARD
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November 18, 2018
 

The black dots, oh yes!
I thought they'd be a mess
They dropped to tarnish and bilk
The golden yellow shiny silk
It burnt wherever it fell
The frame at the edge did swell
The coaltar formed the edge
Cutting in freely like a wedge
My veins are all black now
Like pale oak leaves that bow
But now I find these dots beautiful
Out of inertia's forceful pull
My mind's eye soars far high
Because in here is a butterfly...

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TECH BURST
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November 18, 2018
 

Tranquil and sublime is the feeling,
When water and the sky choose calmness..
To engulf you and make you ponder..
Over life.

The hustle, the bustle,
The cacophony of the vehicles,
All forlorn..
When the birds return chirping their way.

Closing your eyes..
You just know...
You are one with the nature..
And your soul recuperates.

CELEBRATING TOGETHER
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November 18, 2018
 

The glittery pigment dried
On each individual fiber
As the nib smoothly glided
To pen an emotion, raw.

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THE GAME OF LETTRS
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November 18, 2018
 

The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around.  The breeze had not grazed the curtains for a month now. The windows were shut like her heart. The darkness of the room did not measure upto the gloom filled in her eyes.

The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But something had to change. She took out her phone, saw his pic for one last time, saw their pic for the umpteenth time. She used to smile. She wanted to smile. Fidelity was not his virtue. But who lost? She opened up the camera and gave hersel...

TINY QUEEN
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November 17, 2018
 

Hi Papa,

Of the many qualities you helped me imbibe,
Of the several lessons you taught,
The strength I get realizing I'm your daughter,
The motivation that fuels me,
Papa, I love the affirmation the most,
That whatever happens,
You've always been proud of me,
Unconditionally.
You've always soothed my wounds, when it hurt.
I'm a fighter, for you inspire.
I'm living, for I aspire,
To shine like you wanted me to,
To glow like you dreamt.
May I grow enough,
That I meet you proudly,
When we meet again.

Love you always...

EXPLORING TOGETHER
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