Dwelledinwords:
Poetry ♥️

For me-
Poetry is music,
And words are the beats,
On which my heart dance like a kid.

Poetry is Words from the soul to the soul,
Irrespective of the gender or the caste or the religion in which they grow.

Poetry is a feeling,
Language is just a standard,
To communicate with the restless hearts,
Wandering in the search of peace.

Poetry is a glass of wine,
With every sip, I take out the trauma from the distressed mind.
With each sip I take, it solaces my psyche.

Poetry is all of me filled with words,
It's the expression of my heart in those pieces and verse.
It's just like the blood running through my body,
Just the difference is- it bleeds on the piece of paper irrespective of the colour of its ink.

- Aakanksha

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When was it?
Thank God - for the blessed child
Glory and life - for she is my Knight
Her dad's first love
Her father's treasure
God gave us a child
And i call her my daughter

When was it?
My girl got raped
My womb got buried

When was it?
Was it, when she kissed you good night
Or maybe, while she sat on your lab
Was it, when she told you she loved her dad
Or maybe, when she hugged you tight

Let me ask you, when was it?

When did it cross your mind?
Your daughter can be your sex toy
How did it felt in your heart?
When you heard your girl cry.

When was it?

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The Boy Named Ri

Empty eye— it derisory spangle like fire
Flaunting lie— evanescent of decrying desire
Lo! Might of mine had scornfully tried
Yet, light of passion surmounted to strive

Unworthy— Ic say for Ic must pleasedly sing
Ic no longer had fun nor felt blot of propriety
"Hola!," still it says to me for my thing
But no! Ic mislaid, forgotten the tranquility

Now, Ic ran away, free from the fickle world
Wrecking— sound of breaking Ic surely heard
The moan— connecting chain has been broken
Now, Ic breathe. I'm freóriht and finally open

Over the horizon, Ic sat on the slippy rainbow
Here to find peace— order by my dreary self
It feels lonely, yet I can touch cloud of pillow
Then suddenly, here comes the mien of an elf

It says, "Losing passion is losing life. You can let go,
But you must step along, look, search and find
For something that is lacking. Something new— close to your heart. So now my friend, begone."

And later, in front of the books Ic found you.
I reached my dream. Selfless love I found too
Now, Ic write, read, travel, fight and survive
Inside the turning pages of the book Ic write

Ic request everyone to read and observe
Go back to the following paragraph,
Compile all the first letter of each start
Now, what do you see? It says EUNOIA—
The place of my new journey.
A place destined for the boy named Ri.

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The Sky, a Canvas

The sky is a Canvas
Of a thousand beady lights
the artist is the almighty
of ethereal, beautiful nights

For a thousand beady lights
my eyes gleam of reflection
Of an ethereal, beautiful night
carved to perfection

my eyes gleam of reflection
At the blend of the colours
Carved to perfection
shows it's a creation, as perfect as that of Scholars'

the blend of the colours
is an evidence to suffice
To show it's a creation almost, like that of Scholars'
the stars twinkle, as if melting Ice

an evidence to suffice
Is the Splendour in a night
as if melting ice
fills my heart with delight

the Splendour in a night
Gleams too bright
my heart fills with delight
and inspires me to write..

Author's note: This was an example of a Pantoum. For whoever doesn't have a clue about what it is 😂, it's a piece of writing where each stanza is limited to 4 lines and the 2nd and 4th line of a stanza must be repeated as the 1st and 3rd line of the following stanza with little to no differences.

Some useful information.. Thought I should share 😅

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#wca #wch

what should be told
burried deep inside, the treasures
and, the secrets she hold
#review #ra #haiku

#wca #wch
Mind boggled, heart trembled
What should I do, say or wear
I guess it all depends on her

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Slithered around her, (5)
arousing sparks to entwine (7)
the secrets within.. (5)

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Author's note: I didn't register myself. Still wanted to write.

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It does not matter what's next,
Just another of her secrets,
Or in line will be her neck.

The Assassin and the Pin of Velleity
chapter 1 (part 3)

The man who had been trying to suffocate Hitori a few moments ago was now on his feet, begging for mercy but Hitori was like an approaching tsunami, unstoppable, merciless. The man draws back in fear, keeping his eyes on Hitori, moving backward.
Then hope appears in front of him in the shape of a hole in the floor almost a feet away from him, he runs while Hitori keeps walking at his own pace. He looks through the hole, he could see light, he could see the street and houses beneath him. Happiness runs down his cheeks in the form of tears, he looks back at Hitori who is still far enough.
He quickly dangles his legs down the hole and then slides forward on the floor to jump in the hole.
I'm going to survive, he thinks in his head. I don't need any money, I'm going to stop this job right after getting out of here, I'm going to live, he thinks as his body passes the hole and right when his body has already passed neck down; he is stranded. He looks up in horror at Hitori's face who is holding him by his collar with only one hand. He throws his legs around and tries to get out of Hitori's grip as Hitori slowly raises him over the hole. "No!" the man screams as the hole starts closing underneath him. It gets smaller and smaller unless there's only enough space left for his foot to pass through it. The man, desperate to stop the only exit from closing upon him, sticks his foot in it but the hole closes around his feet, Hitori smiles a wicked smile as the man screams in pain.

Author's note: Cross fingers this is my final instalment of chapter one. So guys how did the chapter make you feel, grossed out? intrigued? terrified? horrified? thrilled? Do let me know😉

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Let's Talk,

Yes.....I know.

It is a bit unorthox....

But

I need you to meet me at the finish line....

Then we can head back to start.....
Then lap it around again....

See, I've tried it......every....other......way.....

and this time, I need to make sure...
it's worth my while to stay.....

The notion that love conquers all

is a damn joke....

I want to love you...

.........but......
.........I need to do it in REVERSE.....

I Neeeeeed.....
to feel that crazy chemistry.....
before my heart's invested and tested.....

Whaaaaa?.....(laugh)
.... you think I'm crazy?

Hmmm....ok, well tell me..0
.....How long did Adam know Eve....
...before he KNEW the sticky of her sweet?

Frankly!!! I think it's time you get to KNOW me.......

So now....
I'll trace my steps back to where my confession was made....
but, wait

... before we take this back to the next level.....

will you please......
Tell me your name

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Should I hold on to you the way the tree hugs the soil
warmly with it's roots ?
Or
Should I let you go the way
the tree sheds it's leaves ?

Perfect ProtectoR:)

I wanna break the unwanted pillars between you and me,
those were blocking the dawn sunrise view
that flows taking your gesture to my doorsteps.

it may be a little difficult for me to fulfill,
the desired expectations
but promisingly I will not be able to allow
any obstacle between us.

From the very start of our love,
I may be not able to be a good lover
but yet I always tried to be a perfect protector.

Though the north horizon has been witnessed many a time
ours unite moments,
I still wanna involve
the golden home going sun
into our benevolent moment:)

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Vulnerability

I can hardly look into your eyes.

Ambling about like a dandelion
My sight flutters, gaze not staying
Eyes not meeting yours.

My Heart skips a beat
As you vocalise how much
It means to you that I’m here.

I feel like a trickster
A phoney, donning a mask
Of an angel.

Hiding behind a virtuous shadow
My soul is but a darkened meadow.

Withering like an autumn leaf
It weighs me down,
I cower, awaiting an excuse.

No, I can hardly look into your eyes.

My eyes mist and tears fall.
Thank God,
Now I need not look into your eyes
Anymore.

#gisri #review #love #heartache

Empty warning

Nobody understands
And I don't care
I don't want they to understand
How to help, when you don't feel?

With my head at the pillow
My world fall apart
And my tears find a way
Showing me the *extreme

The pain destroy me
The pain makes me stronger
The pain should end
The paind won't end
The pain won, then

Fill me with joy
Show md a way
Or just hear me
Just... help me

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For The Fear

Do you ever deny your heart,

That thrilling adventurous feeling?

Do you ever cage it,

For the fear it might stop beating?


Do you ever stop yourself

From looking down a mountaintop,

Sacrifice the breathtaking beauty,

For the fear you might fall off?


Do you ever dive out of the water,

Having reached but only midway,

Leave the enchanting ocean bottom,

For the fear it'll take your breath away? 


Do you ever stop your feet

From taking the unexplored track,

Give up on the escapade,

For the fear you might not come back?


Do you ever shut your eyes,

When you're alone in a dark inside

Never glance at the bewitching moon, 

For the fear of what lurks in the night?


Oh but do you ever stop to think,

Do you ever realize exactly that-

What you fear is your death, 

Not the aforementioned acts.


This fear of dying makes you fear

Living the pleasures of life at length,

But the day you start fearing life, mate,

Is when you start living for your death.

-Aarushi Tahilramani

A/N: Please do not plagiarize my works, if y'all like them, follow me on Wattpad @eccentricdestiny13@eccentricdestiny13
Anybody who would like me to check out their works or have any suggestions for mine, feel free to pm me:)

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Too Much

We'd fallen into Remorse Land,

He, she, you and I

Wanting to get out

But not giving it a try.


He, she you and I

Dawdled in the the dark death cup

When one fine day he and she

Gathered the courage to look up


They looked above and beyond

And saw people offering their hand

The hand that they took 

And flew out of Remorse Land.


That left you and I 

in a cup of regret twined,

which was quite like the inside

of our self exhausting mind


Years passed 

I don't know how many

We're still stuck here

Plodding in our agony.


Oh yes we've looked up

looked up without a doubt

the people still await us 

offering their hand to take us out.


But you and I,

We don't make such a hue and cry

So we lick our own wounds by,

Don't ever show them why.


The help stands right by,

It always does

We only have to take it

I know, but it's tough


Tough to pretend to not know

That to feel the helping touch

We have to let them know

That our world is too much.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
@Aarushi_T

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LifelessFlesh:)

she feels unrealistic to blame him,
for the great loss of her.
after all, he is the pillar of the house,
that she once constructed through her dreams.
how things gradually changed,
from best to worst, is still a nightmare for her.
but yet she tries her level best to reunite them again.
Alas, she Fails.
She just a lifeless moving piece of flesh
on the so called reputaed house of Darjeeling.

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Hope that never dies
Despite of its size
whether its a stone
or whether its of kite
Hope that never dies

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The Assassin and The Pin of Velleity
Chapter 2 (part 1)

It's a very sunny day, the kind of day which often comes after rain cleans all the dirt from the air and the sun shines right at you. The Yoshi market in Tokyo is a busy place, people holding their umbrella under their arms are shopping for vegetables, fishes and groceries. Some are just strolling, others are moving out to find and check another thing on their shopping list.
Haruka walks freely among them, her hands in her pocket, humming 'spring day' inside her head in perfect harmony with the song playing in her ears through her headphones. Although she likes the song she has never felt any connection with it in real, just a liking for the beat.
Her narrow dark eyes are looking around for something while her face remains carefree. To anyone who would look at her, she would be described as someone trying to find a shop among all the other similar looking shops, while some others would just take her as a stroller given the certainty of her steps.
Haruka's eyes soon identify what she has been looking for and without any hesitation, she moves towards him.
A man gets off his Rolls-Royce, his guards are standing beside him, one on each side but that doesn't bother Haruka, not in the least. He looks like a misfit for the place, dressed up in fine suit, hills of his boot clicking and announcing his wealth but nobody notices him all that much. At this place no one cares who you are as long as you don't win over them in a bargaining match.
She walks up to him without actually looking in his direction as if he was a stranger to her, sharply cutting away from his guards and gets behind him in a blink, his guards stay clueless.
The man after walking only a few steps after passing Haruka suddenly falls on his face. His guards have a panicked look on their face, their eyes flutter around the place searching for a single clue of how the tragedy took place, their legs trembling, their throats tightening with fear. The crowd starts gathering around them filling the environment with the sounds of 'oohs!' and 'aahs!'. The thin knife sticking at the back of the man's head stands proud of its accomplishment in its place. Blood oozes out of the man's head where the knife has made its way in, soaking his white hair into crimson of the pomegranate. Haruka observes the scene from a little far away, smiles her pretty smile and puts on her helmet, then putting her bike in gear, she races away.

Author's note: Here's a part of chapter 2 again because telegram won't let me post the whole thing at once. For anyone who hasn't read the other parts please do check them out too😊.

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Wall of Shame

Living on either sides of a wall,
Just a layer of brick segregating the opulents and restrained.
A side blooming with redundant opportunities.
A side struggling to make their labour worth.

Living on either sides of a wall,
A stack of bricks of a mere foot,
Putting these sides light-years apart.
A side trying to be like the other.
A side trying hard to mock down the the latter.

Living on either sides of a wall,
A child learns how to treat those who serve him.
Another learns how to serve.

Living on either sides of a wall,
One looks at the other with hopes and desires.
Another refuses to even glance.

Living on either sides of a wall,
A wall built so well,
One can not hear the cries of the other.

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