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Prompt poetry

// of fears and discouragement//

The times are hard and my fears keep getting worse. In these fleeting moments, there are things I‘m scared of and care about.
And then, there’s me.
I’m my greatest accomplishment. I crave attention and validation from myself and write long paragraphs with weird rhythms to make sense of things around.
I like to think of myself as an artist, an artist that paints emotions in words and verses.
This identity crisis vexes me because what am I to you but bones and skin? What makes me lies hidden beneath.

I believe my words justify my heart and mind more than the features of my face and I run in my head, run for miles, to find the encouragement from my skin; for my senses. I bend like grass and blow like leaves yet feel discouraged and people look for my pictures instead of words.

It’s like a tiny plant growing in cracks, hustling to bloom but failing because no one likes where she’s coming from.
Why do we need a garden to love the flower? Aren’t wildflowers flowers too??
Why do we judge an artist by the skin they are in and not by what they’re writing?
Why do we encourage people with million followers and ignore the novices discovering art?

Prompts

1. What I care about everyday, every minute by : New Media Works

2. Discouragement by : Von Smith

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gratitude Prompt poetry

Send words/prompts

Hello beautiful people,
I’m feeling disconnected from blog and this September I’m about to complete 2 years on WordPress.
So to keep me going I invite you for words/ prompts you want me to write on and I’ll  post poems/rants out of them till October.
You can send suggestions by commenting on this post or you can mail the prompts too ( via contact option). I’ll start posting them from next Saturday i.e 08/08/2020. Thank you for your patience and immense love.
I love y’all ❤️

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rant

Let them be

This constant pressure someone feeling that they are entitled to talk to you daily can be draining ( and can break the bonds too). When going through things, the most creative people can also run out of words and the answer to every question can be nothing more than “okay”.

We keep checking on people , which is a good thing, indeed. But too much care can be toxic too. If everybody starts with “How are you today?” then what else can someone say other than ” I’m fine”.

On some days the best thing we can do for others is to just listen or just be there in silence or just give them the space. Because sometimes, the best thing we can do for others is not to do anything.

~ Let them be.

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poetry

Aftermath.

Hey you guys.

Please stay home and stay safe.

Wash your hands often and save water too.

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When people started to stay home
were learning to untangle their heart,
All the healing took over pain
it was beautiful to see them reading and making art.

Some met their demons
while others danced to uplift their spirits,
They started to think individually
For they realised importance of every life , every breath , their ignorance
– a lesson they were ready to inherit.

It felt like centuries
but people stayed where they were,
For all the eyes were hoping for
the golden age to come back, wind was supposed to come with cure.

When all the suffering passed, all was felt and done, people came together to grieve the losses,
To see the earth healing was relief admist chaos and to never take life granted, to cherish every minute they promised.

~🧜

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collaboration

Things unsaid

Here’s a collaboration with Bharath.Check out his mind.

A bag full of memories
A jar full of tears
Sand in my shoes
Fears up my sleeves.

A mind filled with fears
Voice full of melodies
Eyesight soaking in the hues
I carry down this road.

A world invisible is what I see
The touch I never felt haunts me
The fish never reached the oceans
Is it freedom, to fly like a bird
Over the air
Those stars in the sky
Are they really there?
Getting heavy,
With every turn
And then I see you
Pouring your all, into the blue.

You point to the wall,
I had no clue
We’re in this together
They’re our nightmares.

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poetry

Autumn

Don’t you hear the leaves singing
endless tale of life?
To live is to know that
you have to let go sometimes.

What if they also
refuse wind’s hand and
join stubborn hearts in strike?
What will be the point of seasons,
all the moments and wasted time?

Let go, breath, forget about
the ones who left,
Fall, fly along with your heart
towards the land of abandoned joy.

Autumn taught me it’s okay to change
Sometimes, it’s must and best,
To be a tree resting in winter
instead of being a volcano to destroy.

~🧜🏻‍♀

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poetry

Souled

My heart ache for the souls left unheard,
Be it humans or that caged bird.
If I could be the voice, I would shout all day,
Will mold my lungs to breath everyone’s pain away.
No one should be hushed, for earth belongs to all,
Have this desire to hold everyone and never let them fall.
Whole universe cries every time anyone’s dream shatters,
Every word, every smile, every single breath matters.

~🧜‍♀

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blog anniversary

365 days of Mermaid

Here’s to a beautiful year.

This is the longest relationship I have ever had with any kind of social media account (with minimum fluctuations) and I seriously never thought of coming this far.

Will keep posting like before (every Saturday) and will try to read each of your work.
And I actually like WordPress, so hope to stick around here, till next year.

Thank you for reading, for making me believe that words can never lose their magic.
If they ever do, I know other forms of art too :)

Thank you ♡

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letter

A letter to Death.

Not a trigger alert, it’s more sort of a love letter. Makes sense?

I am actually writing this letter to narrator of ‘The Book Thief‘ by Markus Zusak.

(For writing this book, Markus Zusak have a part of my heart)

It’s obvious to fall in love with characters, but here, I’m in love with narrator instead.

I will try my best to not to ruin the book for you.

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Dear death,

You said you notice colours before people and you had me there. I want you to know, you are my favourite narrator in the history of forever and I have written a poem on you too.(Click here).You showed me your world, suffering and dilemmas, you showed me the pure heart of death. I had a strong feeling of resentment towards you, but you made me know, you are not the faulty one here. You are alone, but not worse.

Sometimes you were so melancholic, I wanted to rip open the words and enter your world, to hold you, to embrace you for a while, I wanted to comfort you so bad. I wanted to stay with you in between my breath. You are the one for whom I would write words without space, because I know how much those blank spaces hurt you and you know how much they scare me.

I’m not sure about people, but I don’t hate you or envy/pity you. I treasure you, for who you are. I believe in everything you said, cried with you at times and lived through your words.

I appreciate you, I really do.
And I’m haunted by humans, just like you.

Yours,
Mermaid.

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poetry

Be a voice

I know it’s not easy, but trust me, when you refuse to be a victim, they are forced to step down. And remember IT IS NOT NORMAL, it’s NOT a part of growing up.

Let your voice be a voice.

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She wanted to be thunder
as never liked things to be slow.
Went to the counter in hurry for ticket
Was excited as she got a window.

For a 15 years old, seeing a bus
for the very first time was a big deal.
Of course she was afraid
but ready to fly on wheel.

After some time she woke up to
a weird sensation on her neck,
They boy next to him, asleep thought,
was touching the small of her back.

She ignored at once because was not aware,
But boy’s face was so close to her hair.
He touched her thigh and there was a visible cry on her face,
She was in dire need of some breathing space.

She thought,
“What am I supposed to do about something I can’t understand,
But I know if he is going to ask me, I definitely want to break his hand.
Mumma once told me to go with my gut,
My heart is hurting, damn it, my mouth can’t play shut. “

At once she stood up and started shouting on his face,
Such clear words, from a mouth full of grace.
She slapped him and made him to leave the bus,
And in that bus, her voice left some really powerful cuts.