Ashu

The earth decided to look away the sun had no choice but to stay the coincidence named day and night all a matter of chance and sight. #vss365

The pen bound by the boundaries of grace shall love be lost or gain an ace? #vss365

#Pen & paper, lips & breath, verses woven out of words— & their togetherness. Silence & promise, desire & love, a summer’s warmth, a winter’s fierce ache— their story lingering in memory. How beautiful they seemed, held between phrases & the changing phases of the moon #vss365

कोई धार्मिक post करते ही कुछ विपरीत लोगों की इसे "आडंबर" कहने की टिप्पणी मुझे अवश्य मिलती है। आज मैं अपना उत्तर सार्वजनिक लिख रही हूं " मैं किसी और का नहीं जानती पर मेरी बुद्धि, और मेरा आयुष्य दोनों ही ईश्वर के अस्तित्व पर संशय लेने के लिए बहुत छोटे हैं जिससे मुझे शांति और बल मिले उसे यहांऔर वाचा से साझा कर के किसी एक व्यक्ति के मन में भी एक क्षण के लिए भी देवत्व को प्रणाम करने का भाव उठे तो मेरा वो post करना सफल है।" 🙇‍♀️ मैं आपके भीतर बसी दिव्यता को प्रणाम करती हूं।

#vss365 I wanted something more. More than emails and deadlines. More than obligatory sex. More than doctor appointments and soul‑sucking meetings. Hell, even more than Peanut Butter World ice cream. Let’s not go crazy. I apologize, Ben. I apologize, Jerry. I will never need anything more than Peanut Butter World ice cream. Except maybe a #man to spoon‑feed it to me. Slow‑drip it onto my stomach and kiss it off. Mr. Darcy, only without the sideburns and the white tights that haunt every adaptation. Never mind. Where was I? Ah yes… I wanted something more.

i would be looking and keep looking at his hand that brushed mine accidently like a miracle man in him would still be testing the tone of spoken words blind to the tremor left in my choking throat. #vss365

He was a #man of few words, silence worn like an ornament. His ocean eyes held more stories than debris on the seabed. His poems felt like conversations, each word a quiet confession of love. He was never mine, yet I was his, in every lifetime that ever was. #vss365

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Around an ocean is a chalk outline of me. Don’t call my name. It makes the tides rise, and that disturbs the moon.

In the parallel dimension, there is no war.

Don't burn your house mirroring Social Media behaviour!✌️

आँख भरकर देखते हो तुम जिसे... वो तुम्हारी आँख भर कर जाएगा...!! ~ ऋतु कौशिक

वो मेरी सुबह का सितारा है, जा के बतला दो कि वो, जान से भी प्यारा है !! उसके आने से हर दिया रौशन, मैं सूखा पात और वो शबनम ......... PS: Dedicated to one and only "Meena Kumari Naaz" ❤️

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The warmth of the feeling to wish that you feel the breeze on your visage the same way as I do, it is unmatched. 🌸🌺🌸

My soft life smells of roses, coffee and boundaries.

#March is held Accountable, thus taking a fairly good time to close.

Sacrificing calorie dense treats to lose stubborn belly fat is quite a bellydaan! 😔

life how short it is cherry blossoms Basho

the day I stopped obsessing over what was mine and what was supposedly "deserved" to be mine, I started my journey of receiving + embracing more than what I could have hoped for to be mine

किस तरह तुम को भूल जाऊं मैं, तुम थे तो सुबह थी, रात होती थी !! #Amma