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Oral Waves !

Even in those moments where loving yourself seems like the hardest thing in the universe, I need you to remember this, I will love you fiercely when you feel like you least deserve it, quietly when you make mistakes, boldly when time slips like sand between your kissed fingers, madly in your nomadic forms, truly when you feel like broken, across every tectonic plates and surpass time zones picking up the broken pieces, on every tattered edge, because I say your name with hope in my chest.

I know loving you is sometime very hard, but I promise I will always, because your smile ripples my fragile bones.

Ceasefire violating Contour !

Like a Sunday morning your smile respirate a galaxy of warmest color that sheets a tangled weave of letters, that i replay in my head, somnolently in late night;smiling, it creates a sandstorm- tempest of the binding whispers of the moment when our eyes used to meet, folding me into a jungle of minutes for bewildered reactions of blink slanted sight, and then again rising like repetition, like respiration with concertina tapping back to chests, bolting out my lungs, like an asphyxiant in sweet favors whisper with glorious release in the pleasure of your grip.

Review : The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short Stories

Why do we review? Does the formed and stamped opinion in authority matters so much? May be not. We review things to let people know what that particular things have a bearing on our thoughts so that if you feel connected you can look out for that. You may think that’s kind of promotional review but in any sense that should be unbiased and that is what I’m trying to do with writing the review of “The Wedding Trousseau and Other Short Stories” by Ankita Sharma.

One line review if you seek –“The book is written in a tone of irony and is portrays various social psych in a very engrossing way with a touch of humor.”

What keep me glued to all those all stories is the usage of the plain-simple English to describe the scenes and detailed attentions to the very common things and the soul of book i.e. content which converses with you because each short story symbolizes of a social touches in our lives that you feel must have happened around or with you still breathing a fresh identity into eac…

Orion and Stars !

Orion and Stars In opulent Night Sky Preaching another- Neon Lies

Love Affair of Earth and Moon !

With So many Men,  Falling at her Feet,  She Chose the one, -Still Standing
"Summing up the Love affair of Earth and Moon"

P.S- I've been blamed for writing too much much cosmic connection can't help comes naturally sometime .
P.S.S - Image taken in Bangalore or Bengaluru (and yes i'm in love with this place weather now :D )

The Beautiful Evolution Of Strangulation !

Sometime the way words mix memory and desire in some pseudo-random, uniform distributed fashion that every conditional rationality starts to elude me in countless ripple and I find myself somewhere out there, losing me in the chipped corners of my heart inside the soul geomerty that have marched on this time's faultless serenade only to leave pieces of dust and smudged fingerprints into the emptiness of no answer.
In these hours when people's heart weigh more than the Earth Mass, I find myself with my hands open, heart out rearranging hopeful sentences that can't be measured up neither can withstand any distance put between them and chasing down people who do not want to be found or profess absolutes (even though i have learnt not to). I let the nostalgia sip in and your dancing silhouette grind my bones into dust and breaks the existence of my molecule into atoms with an algorithm that beat into yours submission.
I let the blazing hot cosmos of your heart and the star writ…