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Tell me to talk, I would smile. Tell me me to write, my silence will come alive.

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There is an echo of damru that roars within you
Hear it tonight

Har Har Mahadev! #mahashivratri

#mahashivratri

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mahashivratri #nojotophoto

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The way tears are coming to me so unalarmed. I am wondering how long were they in me fossilised by the strength I show to the world? And how fragile was this cage to get smashed by just a bad tone of voice by a stranger? I have been crying for something that means nothing to me at all, and I know that the tears are reactions of that act but so far from being the cause. The difference and distance from these two things are making me break more into the depths I did not know I had touched.
It pains me to feel this.
That there is a pain in me which I am so oblivious to.
It pains me to know, that I have failed to express myself.
That I cannot combine my hurt, do not know where it belongs and I am failing.
Failing to push it back and away from me, where it should never belong.

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Maybe the night too lies,
And that's why sometimes
The moon just smiles
©nocturnal_muse_ #lies#moon #night

#Lies #Moon #Night

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I have dreamt of the "magic" on a white horse, as a kid.

He arrived with lots of laughter in pockets of his ripped jeans. Poured music from his eyes on my silent streams. He looked at me in awe, every day. Memorised the places of my scars and reminded me that I am brave. He rejoiced each of me as a phase of the moon. Took me to places even though I called him a loon.

I saw magic. And it is truly what I could never have imagined.

It's real. And it's more than beautiful. It's more poetic than all chaos can be.

©nocturnal_muse_ The blue skies and the turquoise water
I still remember the stories before Agustus waters
The hand I would see without any colour
Escaping into places which never really appeared

With a brush of reality, He entered
Renaming my weird as his enamour
Driving my madness to his home.

The blue skies and the turquoise water I still remember the stories before Agustus waters The hand I would see without any colour Escaping into places which never really appeared With a brush of reality, He entered Renaming my weird as his enamour Driving my madness to his home. #Love #Relationships #poem #lovepoems #dreamboy #relationshipqoutes

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You are the source of so many dreams to me.
those I never considered to be my destination, until i found home in you
©nocturnal_muse_ love
#relations #relationships

love #relations #Relationships

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I ran away too much.
Now it's time to pause to look where I have arrived. To feel all the wounds the running has caused and to pick the mending herb from the garden of spines.
©nocturnal_muse_ it's time to pause and help myself.
to let me get helped.
#qotd #healings #selfhelp #selflove #heal

it's time to pause and help myself. to let me get helped. #qotd #healings #selfhelp #selflove #heal

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It somehow always makes me smile
How rains arrive
Each time I have cried.

©nocturnal_muse_ I have noticed this pattern
of how rains pour
the winds may enter in silence
and the drizzle evoke the sky in petrichor
the romance of fragrance and moisture
awakening the ghost of lost pearls from the oysters
the voice of the trickle-down the windowpane
tapping the insides of hollow homes and dingy lanes

I have noticed this pattern of how rains pour the winds may enter in silence and the drizzle evoke the sky in petrichor the romance of fragrance and moisture awakening the ghost of lost pearls from the oysters the voice of the trickle-down the windowpane tapping the insides of hollow homes and dingy lanes #poem #poems

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if it feels perfect, like nothing can ever go wrong, like every piece fits in ur jigsaw, like there is no fear at all..

run...run with all that you have..run away right now
because it hurts the most when your most "perfect piece" gets snatched away from you.
Perfect doesnt exist
Perfect doesnt stays.
Perfect is an illusion. truth is in flaw.
flaw is what is raw.
raw is real.
raw is true.

let you and them be flawed, let you n them be raw.
fear, believe, fight, stay.
that's all it takes..

truth is in flaw. flaw is what is raw. raw is real. raw is true. let you and them be flawed, let you n them be raw. fear, believe, fight, stay. that's all it takes..

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In her tainted sky
his thunderstorms were
the only streaks of light
©nocturnal_muse_ she lived a life so dark
that she drank his storms to feel alive.
the thunders he poured, were the only bruises of light.
-nocturnal_muse_
#thunder #dark

she lived a life so dark that she drank his storms to feel alive. the thunders he poured, were the only bruises of light. -nocturnal_muse_ #thunder #Dark

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