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Hemalatha G

/Words/ When I say words mean everything to me, I stress the most emotive things I'll hesitate to mouth. Not all good-mornings and good-byes have the spirit to flip souls. A thousand Mark Antonys can fail to entice all the neurons and cells that are alive. #yqbaba #feelgood #randomness #hl_gzzz #cinemagraph #Huaaa

Not all good-mornings and good-byes
have the spirit to flip souls. /Words/

When I say words mean everything to me, I stress the most emotive things I'll hesitate to mouth.

Not all good-mornings and good-byes have the spirit to flip souls.

A thousand Mark Antonys can fail to entice all the neurons and cells that are alive.

Hemalatha G

//The other side - Morning Mornings have become too eccentric to perceive. With silent throbs of heart that make hairs stand erect all the time, with chunters, clinging to the open windows and with the seconds hand rushing fast; sunups are stiff. No wonder recluses flash away from mornings. The aftereffect of the anticipation rooted, is terribly unbearable. The anxiety, dreadful anxiety overpowers other emotions, so easily. Developing qualms about abilities has become run-of-the-mill. Destructi #yqbaba #Unexpected #hl_gzzz #TheOtherSide #diwa #yqpowrimo #strangemornings #yqblog

Not the darkness,
Don't keep complimenting them.
They earned more than they deserve.

(In Caption) //The other side - Morning

Mornings have become too eccentric to perceive. With silent throbs of heart that make hairs stand erect all the time, with chunters, clinging to the open windows and with the seconds hand rushing fast; sunups are stiff. No wonder recluses flash away from mornings. The aftereffect of the anticipation rooted, is terribly unbearable. The anxiety, dreadful anxiety overpowers other emotions, so easily. Developing qualms about abilities has become run-of-the-mill. Destructi

Hemalatha G

//Still staring The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Crocuses swapping fragrance, through the alleyways of trees, escorts me mechanically. Now I'm here, capturing the blunders in the hindsight. Fastened to the pillar that is situated in the heart of the park, you are. Admiring you, I scratch out my nalis, that were painted black. Getting lost in your world, I trudge around; then wake up with the eccentric gust. #yqbaba #crush #longing #hl_gzzz #stare #yqblog

//Still staring

I obscure myself,
After stealing a glimpse.

(Caption) //Still staring

The souvenirs of autumn nights, gluing the eyelids tightly, takes me back to the well-known epoch, that I ran away from. Crocuses swapping fragrance, through the alleyways of trees, escorts me mechanically. Now I'm here, capturing the blunders in the hindsight.

Fastened to the pillar that is situated in the heart of the park, you are. Admiring you, I scratch out my nalis, that were painted black. Getting lost in your world, I trudge around; then wake up with the eccentric gust.

Hemalatha G

//THE DROPS Welkin turns dark and dreary as the clouds hide its face with silver locks. The tear gas and bombs. Blood and gore. Flesh on platters. Heartbreak and disdain. Loads and loads. Oh, the clouds rush, so that the sky doesn't glance at the living corpse. The branches sprint, so that the dew drops don't rest here. But, the mulish azure peeps - the demise that's called, farmers who are wailing, wrists that are slashed, souls being blazed, green lives that are pollarded. Trucks and truck #rain #yqbaba #tears #hl_gzzz #photographyday #yqblog #the_drops #another_perspective

Stop crying, blue yonder.
Your tears become tasty
As they rest on my tongue,
After drenching my lips.

|Caption| //THE DROPS

Welkin turns dark and dreary as the clouds hide its face with silver locks.
The tear gas and bombs. Blood and gore. Flesh on platters. Heartbreak and disdain. Loads and loads.
Oh, the clouds rush, so that the sky doesn't glance at the living corpse. The branches sprint, so that the dew drops don't rest here.
But, the mulish azure peeps - the demise that's called, farmers who are wailing, wrists that are slashed, souls being blazed, green lives that are pollarded. Trucks and truck

Hemalatha G

//How gruesome! Those nights, when my heart quarrels with the pillows, where my own thoughts steals the peace, where my eyes shut forcefully with the muddles and the same night which fills my body with trepidation, makes me a bizzare creature, that spoils my day. As I run my hands through my hairs, my eyes become damp, after seeing them falling down inchmeal. As my nails gets corroded, when I scratch them against the wall, I see the parts of my soul getting corroded in the same way! When I se #Random #yourquote #yqbaba #hl_gzzz #yqblog #how_gruesome

Mayhap, the hairs that fall down
Each morning,
And, the nails that keep breaking
Each night,
Divulges the noxious thoughts.

▪Caption ▪ //How gruesome!

Those nights, when my heart quarrels with the pillows, where my own thoughts steals the peace, where my eyes shut forcefully with the muddles and the same night which fills my body with trepidation, makes me a bizzare creature, that spoils my day.
As I run my hands through my hairs, my eyes become damp, after seeing them falling down inchmeal.
As my nails gets corroded, when I scratch them against the wall, I see the parts of my soul getting corroded in the same way!
When I se

Hemalatha G

//The walls don't move When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter. When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails #yqbaba #protection #hl_gzzz #yqblog #the_walls_dont_move

When the
Abstractions and
Decisions are already
Fastened, like the lifeless
Walls, then untold torments
Are going to overwhelm us. //The walls don't move

When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter.
When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails

Hemalatha G

//The tempestuous day Thunderclaps hitting the town, scarcely lightening with clobbering rain drops, made this day an enthralling one. For the people who are used to getting their skin burnt, who robs their faces with cotton clothes whenever they step out, who prefers to stay inside, to avoid the muddles; it was a different day. This day, they all were ready to face the sky and scream out their emotions. The chill breeze gusted through the half-closed windows. Just a tick-tock sound, became mor #weather #yqbaba #hl_gzzz #the_tempestous_day

//The tempestuous day

Thunderclaps hitting the town,
Scarcely lightening,
With clobbering rain drops,
Made this day an enthralling one.

Cont. In caption... //The tempestuous day

Thunderclaps hitting the town, scarcely lightening with clobbering rain drops, made this day an enthralling one.
For the people who are used to getting their skin burnt, who robs their faces with cotton clothes whenever they step out, who prefers to stay inside, to avoid the muddles; it was a different day. This day, they all were ready to face the sky and scream out their emotions.
The chill breeze gusted through the half-closed windows. Just a tick-tock sound, became mor

Hemalatha G

#periodsbelike I was supposed to be proud and jovial, that day, but I sat quietly, sobbing, with no insight of what I should do. That day, June 14th must have been better. The day, must have been memorable. The day, I got my first periods, must have been a bit different. I was so insane, that I didn't know this is not something, that should make me cry. Yes, I cried. I cried, not because of any physical pain, but I cried, as I thought, that this society would no more see me as they used to. #yqbaba #menstruation #firstday #hl_gzzz #yqblog #tears_n_smiles

I was supposed to be proud
And jovial, that day,
But I sat quietly, sobbing,
With no insight of what
I should do!

Cont. In caption... #periodsbelike

I was supposed to be proud and jovial, that day, but I sat quietly, sobbing, with no insight of what I should do.
That day, June 14th must have been better.
The day, must have been memorable. The day, I got my first periods, must have been a bit different.
I was so insane, that I didn't know this is not something, that should make me cry. Yes, I cried. I cried, not because of any physical pain, but I cried, as I thought, that this society would no more see me as they used to.

Hemalatha G

"UNNOTICED" I thought this is just another day, where incidents will just be incidents, a day where strangers will just be strangers. But this day was quite bewildering. The bond I share with people I never met and the disasters that prevails among the troupes that I share most of my time with, bemuses me. The man who yawned, wore a pale green shirt, which wasn't noticed. Not just the yawn, but his reddish eyes, cramps, dry tears and a smile which was in demand, went 'unnoticed'. The old man #Strange #yqbaba #hl_gzzz #yqblog #leftunnoticed

"UNNOTICED"

I thought this is just another day,
Where incidents are just incidents,
A day where strangers will just be strangers,
But, this day was quite bewildering.

In Caption...
"UNNOTICED"

I thought this is just another day, where incidents will just be incidents, a day where strangers will just be strangers. But this day was quite bewildering.
The bond I share with people I never met and the disasters that prevails among the troupes that I share most of my time with, bemuses me.
The man who yawned, wore a pale green shirt, which wasn't noticed. Not just the yawn, but his reddish eyes, cramps, dry tears and a smile which was in demand, went 'unnoticed'.
The old man

Hemalatha G

//The Lucious Bite It's too hot here. I usually wake up sweating all my dirt out. With all my efforts I managed to do my chores, and came out to see people curse the sun. Even before I opened the lock, I was stopped by my kin, I was threatened. They told me that if I am out, I would be into ashes. They warned me again and again as it was a roasting day. Do you think I would've stayed inside. Never! I put my shoes, strolled away from my house. I ambled through people, as they read the weather #Fruits #Heat #yqbaba #hl_gzzz #yqblog #summer_special #watermelon_love

//The Lucious Bite
{Caption} //The Lucious Bite

It's too hot here. I usually wake up sweating all my dirt out. With all my efforts I managed to do my chores, and came out to see people curse the sun.
Even before I opened the lock, I was stopped by my kin, I was threatened. They told me that if I am out, I would be into ashes. They warned me again and again as it was a roasting day. Do you think I would've stayed inside. Never!
I put my shoes, strolled away from my house. I ambled through people, as they read the weather