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 Jul 6 rishita
RED
“I hope we meet again in the next life.
And maybe… you’ll like me back, too.
Maybe this was never meant to be in the end—
but the journey was beautiful.

If we meet again and you still don’t love me,
then just give me a hug...
and a quiet ‘congratulations.’”
Some love stories don’t end
—they just never begin the way we hoped
Specially written with the feeling I borrowed from someone else
someone I used to be but not anymore
 Jul 2 rishita
Gugzang
Fate always finds ways to leave you scarred,
But please stick with it.
Because somewhere you can't see,
Someone crosses the sea of time just to embrace your sensitive heart.

Just to have a single glimpse of you,
To strike a normal meet w you.
Or
Maybe it's not just them,
It's you
Waiting endlessly
Someone to search,
To reach out.

'One to look back upon the sand castles that
're left w noone in them.
As if,
Even the castles are longing for someone to remember them.

But eventually,
They would end up scattering,
Since most bury their euphoric remembrances just to remember the melancholy.

Albeit,
the sand castles' span depends upon the
native's mind;
Alas, the latter always tends to remember the tornados...
Completing defying the 'work for which he preserved so hard,
For the one who destroyed his castle?

But
Once
The native realises that it's not the tornado, it's the sand
From which the castle can be made
A thousand times
Only If he remembers to cherish
The things meant for him to cherish,
He will be truly liberated.

BUT
What if,
he wants to be stuck in his melancholic waves of tornado?
Then,
He will eventually become a slave
Of those melancholic waves,
Would be scared to defy Mob,
be anxious of past decisions,
frightened to Even live.
Or
Maybe he would suffocate in those giant waves ultimately leading his last moments
Just for him to remember-
The sand that once his hands' contained
Was now fleeting from his hands
Forever-
Or maybe that was the sand's fate.
        
                                -d'chu.
As if even the castles are longing for someone to remember them:/
 Jun 18 rishita
nivek
you would think me deaf
eyes seeing nothing
my touch rough
your perfume neutral
my taste awful
 Jun 13 rishita
1DNA
Unfinished conversations
linger in the air,
dropping low—
the weight of 242 innocent souls.
Prayers to all the families of the lives lost and injured,
May their voices echo on.
 Jun 12 rishita
nivek
running from pain
hiding from truth

catching you up
confronting denial.
 Jun 12 rishita
nivek
tracing wind through its effects
invisible breath heaving chests
silent spaces filled to the brim
 Jun 12 rishita
nivek
recognising sounds
putting voices to lips

an angry coutenance
spewing ugly noise

vexatious spirits
best to avoid.
 Jun 12 rishita
unnamed
Aging
 Jun 12 rishita
unnamed
lines etched in my face
names on the tip of my tongue
arms too short to read.
 Jun 12 rishita
Kalliope
He'll hold his cup close while she

drips
          drips
                   drips

Impatiently he'll warm her,
filling his cup

Faster
          Faster
                    Faster

Back into the ocean she goes,
He is already gone.
Everyone wants to melt a glacier
Until they have a natural disaster
on their hands.
Words cut deeper

than the sharpest
of knives.
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