"UNIVERSE: union of verses"#27

I love the way my phone glitches

The way you give me chills

Getting the goosebumps in the wildest way

Murmuring into my ears

Laying beside my pillowcase

Manifesting my desires

And residing into my dreams

As I astral travel miles to reach you

Across the stars

With an arc on my lips.

Twirling just like the breeze

Caresses my skin.

Remembering my birthdate

And reflecting it on clock

On billboards and on the size

Of the shoes I got.

I love the way you've got my back

Safeguarding me from every chaos.

The way you unclench my heart

Releasing me from the darkest of the dark

Fears and hopless beliefs

I love just the way it happens, all for me.

I love just the way you make me feel blessed

On every 11:11 when we meet.

As I catch my breath

With your energy dancing inside of me

On listening to your 963 hz.

Gratified by the white feather on my way

Also the dead honey bee I saw

Bringing the sweetness of tranquility

Alongwith the lil sparrow and the dove

Twittering in the twilight with love.

Thank you for messing with my playlist

For I welcome your messages

In the lyrics you chose to share.

You jumped when I,

Pulled the oracle out of the deck

Potraying that limit does not exist, but —

Every being has to taste mortality;

So I explored the death,

And allowed the landscape to inspire me.

You listened when I flip through my journal

And asked," Why are you downcast , o' my soul?"

The salt in my tears described it all.

I just love the way it happens

All in the tick of the clock.

I felt the visible sign of something invisible

Like the iceberg for the entity asked,

"Is that the whole picture?"

As I lucid dream to get the

Answers to my unanswered questions

As I heard the cherub's melodic chorus

Enriching my senses

Nudged by the naked truth

So I walked on the path of enlightenment.

Dark knight's soul,

Thats what they call but

I fell in love with every cocoon you formed.

Thank you for that tap on my back,

Taking me in the world of fantasies,

For you made me believe in the spirits

In the angels and the witches

And miracles which their spells cast on me.

The book which fell off the shelf

I still have it near my chest

For I love it no less.

When I burned the sage and cleansed my crystals

I saw the hope of light

Warming my core essence

And healing the shadows.

I collected the shells on the beach when,

You showed me the pearl.

That talk with the stranger you disgusied as,

I was already lauging on the syncroncities I saw.

From the weirdest of all,

To the unexpected gifts I got.

When I consciously saw you

Amidst the star dust and

In the quirky shapes of the clouds

From 222 till 555

I welcome them all from the Vibgyor

To that printed initial of mine

In the packet of nachos.

I spoke, you listened

I listened when you spoke

It all showed, how you adore me the most.

I asked, you gave it all.

I have always held you in my heart

For I love how you make me feel anyways.

From the stars to the galaxies

Afterall you are the UNIVERSE

You know it all!

—riyawritings

// Nani //

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"THE SCENT"

As she waited by the shore With an expression long lost forelone Biting cold wind went down her nerves Still she waited on the verge The waves came n forth Touched her feet and there she saw— Under the moonlight there he was In the loneliness she smelt the scent Which belonged only to her With a blink their eyes met And soon their shadows got tangled Tears sparkled and kisses exchanged He handed her a pearl of hope A hug so warm and she fainted She asked the nurse,"Where he is? " "Passed away in an accident a day before" Chill went down her spine As she remembered yesterday's night Her gaze went on a piece of stone Inclosed in her shaking fist A pearl of hope was there beheld In that loneliness she smelt a scent Which belonged only to her As she flung the abortion pills Back into the dustbin It was then, when the BABY kicked! —riyawritings...

life lessons and philosophies on god

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call me nameless

endings won't end you set yourself free there's beauty in this time, this place go wild for a while don't shine but burn like stars memories are priceless as long as you want I want the wanting we are made of star dust wandering in the cosmos you give me fireflies unlove me, please let me distract you all I need is me let me pass through the blazing fire I'll come out golden fight for fairytales let me unfold my wings escape the ordinary 'rarity' is rare you are someone to me an unreasonable request call me nameless leave me to my fantasy

Dear younger self,

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"HALLOWEEN NIGHT"

Spooky room In a haunted house Bloody eyes Behind the webs Dusty look with A smoky vibe Locked the shine Of a beautiful smile Which died A decade ago Yet alive; In search of her Deserted love, In full DELIGHT! —riyawritings (pc: ig- d_gauri29)

Bohemian Ray of Sunshine

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