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We have lived and will live again in these moments, precious to every blink and eye that beat as one

Uncalled for. Here's to the friends who save us in little ways, every day. #friends #friendshipweek #spreadthelove #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Koramangala Social)

I do. Not all 'I do's are meant as promises. Some, are affirmations :) #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Trinidad, Washington, D.C.)

Finding a Keeper in 2017 - how difficult do you think it is? Comment below :) #keeper #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Dreamland beach, Bali)

A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Just a few more minutes until Valentines' Day 2017 is over - so here is just one more snippet in honour of the same. Let me know what you think of this in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 ##library #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Bangalore, India)

A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Over the next few hours until Valentines' Day, there are going to be a string of posts (I'll post as often as I can :P) Please let me know what you think of these in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Love Is Life)

A 2017 Love Story. Hey guys! Over the next few hours until Valentines' Day, there are going to be a string of posts (I'll post as often as I can :P) Please let me know what you think of these in the comments! xx TeenxAdventurer #Valentinesday2017 #younglove #a2017lovestory #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Love Is Life)

The least of my worries #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at Bangalore, India)

Wind in my Hair #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at London, United Kingdom)

So one of my friends gave me a challenge to write more six word stories. Hope you like 'em! #sixwordstories #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream #productiveday #profoundimpacts (at Bangalore, India)

No. 1 Fan #parents #support #love #microfiction #trends #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #dream (at Bangalore, India)

Madman #NationalAchieversConference2017 #NAC2017 #inspired #RajivTalreja #BrianTracy #microfiction #entrepreneurs #motivation #love #philosophy #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories (at National Achievers 2017 Conference)

Bestsellers #bestsellers #microfiction #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at India)

Fifty three :) May not post as often the coming week... a little caught up with exams and all 😅 but you have a great week! #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream (at India)

Natural #words #poetry #mywords #mywriting #postoftheday#picoftheday #likeforlike #followforfollow #lovers #heartbreak #lessonslearnt #motivation #storiesthatcoach #lifestories #confessions #my2017 #laboursandleisures #writersofig #poetsofig #whynot #terriblytinytales #scribbledstories #scrawledstories #booksofig #beautaplin #authorsnote #love #dream #lovers #family #keepdreaming (at Bangalore, India)

shuffle

i think that when i saw something pleasing in the cut of your cheekbone and the cruel uptick of your lips, that i wanted something to call mine

and i knew you looked like someone who would hurt me but the all the tv shows in the world taught me that danger is exciting, and all the warnings in the world couldn’t stop me from getting in too deep

even though i never really lost anything, it sometimes feels like i lose everything, again and again

and i want to find that happiness, the sparkle of an eye and the softening of creases, i want

someone to make plans with, i want to be so in love that it’s disgusting, and all the tv shows in the world convinced me that to get to the happy ending, you were supposed to find love on the way

but i’ve kissed a couple guys, and none of them stayed, and as they fragment my trust and my perception of loyalty, 

i’ve more frequently stayed my hand, and perhaps a part of me looked at the patterns and recognized that something easy might not be in the cards

and that i was maybe unloveable or simply incapable of loving in any way recognizable by someone with the capacity to love me back

so i try to decline the danger to protect my heart from getting hurt, but its a self fulfilling prophecy, that when you don’t show your hand youre on the defensive

and it’s a perverse self-torture, but i imagine you reading these and knowing me, an exchange of understanding that doesn’t have to involve spoken words

so often buffered by meaninglessness and impulse

but there’s hurdle upon hurdle of expectation on reality and movement slow and fast, and besides, love isn’t real anymore but simply fighting, in a game that was never supposed to have sides

and once we draw, we reshuffle and try again 

smoke and mirrors

i want you to make me pretty

unmake who i was beneath your hands

take all my soft parts and sharpen me

press me to you to find no curved edge

i want you to push down where it hurts

i want you to yield me a secret

you can’t break something already broken

i already know you'll never keep it

don’t ask to know me,

go on, make me anew

see me where no one has seen

i can pretend i was what you drew

look in the places that matter the least,

lick the tears from my cheeks and bite down

strip me to skin to skin, but

there will always be space, no matter how thin

i want you to taste me

take a day or two to wash the scent

miss me when i’m gone; won’t you?

convince me not to pretend

it isn’t kind, is it? to yourself, nor i

making mirrors and posing and refracting light

you can try, but we’ll never see eye to eye

even when silk drape isn’t on your mind

smoke and mirrors, painful prayer, nothing to see

you will never make a beggar of me

the heart

i want to write poetry but there’s no words in my mouth

saliva foams to the surface and there’s no sink to spit it out

clogged with frustration and rage,

i tell you:

i stopped trusting myself a long time ago

the heart is not the guarantor of interest.

i go back, again and again

find solace in the cage,

my present moment unsatisfying, and yet

more concievable than a future where i changed

the heart beats and tells me to listen.

mortal hand, electric flow, i tell it no.

action potential, depolarization

numb limbs, itching skin, proof, here;

that my body mattered, in a way, in the end

when they pressed an ear to my chest

still warm with fading beat,

ready to rest,

it told them, whispered secret;

she tried to escape me, separate me, deflect

and when the soul goes unnourished, body suffers

the energy pervades, more spent on the physical

on mental toil, means none for the rest

when she hated herself, she knew it was wrong

but she couldn’t convince herself of the best

good was not worth it, and she sunk, and i beat

until she finished me, too, inevitably, like the rest

‘now bury me quietly’ it said happily, contract and release salted life

the heart was right, in the end, as it is

neglect mind, neglect body, neglect soul

i tried to love you, it was supposed to be you

but you were never the goal