SNIPPET OF MY CYNOSURE

"Your actions made me to hate you. You never fail to tear my emotions yet everytime the shine in your eyes and your mellifluous talk to my heart makes me to love you more than hating you." This is just a random piece. Without feeling what love actually can do to you, I just tried…

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Don’t allow yourself to find perfection in someone else 🙅

Being the most imperfect person is more good than all time being corrected by someone to be just the perfect. Its the most regretful fact that despite being imperfect we always search for the perfect one to fill up the imperfect lacunas.🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ But we should first try to make ourself our soul our mind and…

THE LIGHT YEAR

Hello, dear 18.   Being the winner of the sperm race held around 19 years back, the winner is enjoying the komorebi, somewhere lost in the lust of the world. After attaining the cumbersome adulthood I want to escape from the humdrum of my life, want to be like the novaturient nomads, precisely. Cosmosgyral journey…

Aashiyana, the latibule

Identity were idiosyncratic yet they came together, heaven decided. Coalesced. Now their life resides in the bricks turning that house to home Our Abode, the Aashiyana. Parturition of the new life tears of ecstasy rolled down. Mellifluous cries flooded filling all the lacuna. Scintillated that feuillemort house. He was the harbinger elation and desolation. It…

LOST IDENTITY, THE BIG BANG

Phosphenes of the twilight, mesmerized by it suton will evanescence my identity. The question that is never asked. The days of my identity, dated 13.8 bya infinitesimally small, hot and dense turned mortal. Singularity was born, was a nyctophillia cosmogyral, spreaded at a tachyonic speed orphic “PLANCK’ EPOCH” attained when time was zero, tenebrific cosmos…

DEPARTURE

In those winter mornings,  When the mundane covered herself  with the blanket of fog. Hazy and sooty paths, cataract vision. The glossy grasses embedded with pink cherry blossoms. Caparisoned Earth. The subway was deserted and that morning was not matey. She wore her feuillemort boots ,dark shaded jacket and  her eyes covered with black framed…

The Enigmatic Cosmos

What created us ??? We the Humans. We are just a petite of this universe n this universe if full of many heavenly bodies. Are we the only one whose existence is discovered??? This cosmos is full of many flickering things that will attract u towards them. We know all shining things are not gold.…