vasupriya

These are tough times, you are involuntarily stepping into the world of saddists, where demon laughs with crying cheeks, where half written poems are scattered all through, where F words (Failures, Fights and FUCK) are echoed in ears, flowers hissing, words frowning and every metaphor mismatched.

When I sit down to write, I stare the blank notepad untill the blinking symbol finally stops to blink leading to an unbreakable silence - till the time I hear the clock ticking making me aware of the fact TIME HAS NOT STOPPED.

Right now you are reading my over-thinking while I think about all the fears. We are all FIGHTERS, fighting our anxieties, fears and what not. Everybody talks about the destruction which follows the wars but some wars are NECESSARY, they gives you war heroes.

I am afraid of so many things. My mind loves kicking the can down the road only to beat a dead horse and figuring out whether I am awful or amazing or AMAZINGLY AWFUL. But what if i am nothing? I've been thinking about stopping thinking but what will happen if i really stopped? NOTHING. Tick, tick, tick BOOM. That's exactly how my mind explode while I wrote this. No poems will be written, no ideas will transpire, nothing will be felt. Ceasing thinking will free the over thinker in you. But what if thinking about it is the only rescue? ~A perfectly confused mess.

Despite all that here's my hope for all the poems to be completed while some of them can end not so happily and you will hear the F words ( Fulfillment, Forgiveness and Fabulous) yet again. These are new battles but you just have a weapon and that is YOU who is going to win the war/ with all the things you are afraid of.

Run the day and dont let it run you.

~vasupriya__

"I have decided to take a big step back from filming and really just pick and choose what I'll allow cameras to follow"- Kourtney.

Kourtney Kardashian is back in the limelight as she quits the reality show Keeping up with the Kardashians.

In an interview for Vogue Arabia's July-August issue unveiled at this juncture filming for her became a 'toxic' environment.

The oldest daughter of the Kardashian-Jenner family have been filming the show non-stop for 14 for 14 years. The earlier seasons of Keeping up with the Kardashians shows she owned stores SMOOCH with her mother, Kris Jenner and DASH with the other two Kardashian sisters. These stores are now closed as all of them are 'busy with their brands, children and family' Kim wrote on her app. In these 14 years Kourtney has emerged out as an American media personality, socialite, and model. 

Keeping up with the kardashians in all its 18 Seasons its 18 Seasons 18 Seasons had put up boundless dramas and family feuds. In the premiere of Season 18 Kim and kourtney had an altercation when Kimbery accused Kourtney of not putting in effort in filming. This brawl between the two sisters got physical and left everyone in the family aghast. In an interview Kim revealed that she was embarrassed when she saw that episode. Though the two sisters confirm to have spoken to to have spoken to each other but Kourtney leaving the show indicates something's fishy.

Kourtney in her interview quoted that filiming the show became a very toxic environment for her to have it occupy as much of a as much of a life as it is.

She now wants to look after her kids and give them more of her time because it's obviously worth spending her time. The 41-year old said she now values her privacy and it's very difficult for her to find private moments in between the show. She added she just dont like being a CELEBRITY now as she wants to achieve nothing but her happiness.

Thats all for now. Stay tuned for more hollywood gossips.

Goodbye fellas.

The 5th generation mobile network is a way to virtually connect everyone and everything together be it machines objects or devices. When we say this you all must be wondering that the previous global wireless standards i.e. 1G, 2G, 3G and 4G all do the same thing. So HOW IS 5G DIFFERENT? High speed, great reliability and latency close to zero are all the features which sets 5G apart from the rest. It was launched by global operators back in 2019 and has been deployed in 35+ countries till the date.

5G has now became a platform where countries are competing. You all might be knowing US showed clear dominance when 4G propelled in the field of technology. As all the world has slowed down, but China seems pretty stable and wants to rev up in the race of being the leading developers of 5G networks.

Many leading processor brands had started to associate 5G in their products. Recently Qualcomm associated 5G in its non flagship product- Snapdragon 690. This itlesf shows 5G will be the network of the new world.

That's all for now. Stay tuned for more updates.

#5G

#China

#Snapdragon690

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Take me back to the month of june.

When the whether was unkind

When i wasn't exploring the world

When you became my only whereabout

When my skies appeared less blue

When it all stopped raining

When the only source we breathed on were COLOURS

Oh, the month of june was a rainbow in real

Take me back to the day when i wrote my first love poem.

When i was just envisaging you and me together

When i didn't told YOU'RE THE REASON of these silly poems

When everything seemed a fairy tale to me

When i got what i wanted with no compromise

When i started looking at those curtains which made sign

Oh, the day was indeed a fantasy fullfilled in real.

Take me back to the night we met.

When i was swimming intrepidly through those appealing clavicles.

When i was striding across those pleasing ribs of your chest

When i saw those drops of perspiration/in the month of december

When i was in awe of your perfect imperfections.

When those eyes and oh, those lashes held me in their control

When those disagreements disappeared of 99' with a jello

When i could hear those thousands thoughts which you never uttered

Like I look for love, in your eyes

Untill, you took me in your arms

where i felt I am dreaming in disguise.

I looked for peace here and there

Like i look for poetries, in my thoughts

Untill, you whispered those three magical words

Which made me forget all my befalls.

And now, i am looking upon these verses,

Dressed in your clothes

With a bouquet of joy and tranquility

Standing perfectly still, at a doorway unknown.

Your arms where i found my home and peace

Your voice which sing me my favorite symphony

Have now left me settled with no woe

As though my heart's now in a place so willowy.

And...

When our voices blend into a perfect hormony

I find a surging ocean of delight

As EACH TIME OUR EYES MEET

It was a bright sunday morning

In 2012

I was still not over, adoring

The shining golden cup, i got

At the grand result declaration ceremony in the school.

My baba got me the new coursebooks

I rushed towards my english textbook

And read the chatper one, two, three, four, five

Even before the school started

Approximately 25 stories a year

With happiest of endings.

Now

When i think of those chapters

My heart goes back to the same books.

Wondering WHY?

Since the time I left those stories

I've been around the broken things

Like the broken window panes

Like my baba's cell phone that shows a black line running down, like my mirror

Like the broken porcelain pot lying in the corner of my store room.

Like the ending of ME BEFORE YOU.

Things which couldnt be repaired.

Even now, I lean on looking things that way.

My perspective comes through

The same window panes of the first house i lived in

Half broken and half normal.

So

When i get stories

That ends happily,

Its the best feeling ever.

Last year, when you walked in

I can feel

My insecurities leaving

And me falling in love

Both, a lil more each day

Even though this might be a prime harm for me

You make me happy

And

And i think her name is too heavy for

FRAGILE SOULS.

Also i could not find anything

More appropriate.

She was born

Exceedingly Magnificient

When her aunt looked at

Her round face for the first time

She was surprised

While seeing her eyes

Which were wide open

Her mother was startled

She tells her,

For a second or two

She didnt breath

She stared her for about

10 wondrous seconds

Because baby...

She knew she gave birth to

A Hard Nut.

She knew she gave birth to

A strong woman

She knew she gave birth to

A raging beast

The first guy

She fell in love with

Was lucky enough

To make her undergo

A HEARTBREAK

because hundreds of boys

Couldnt even make it till recieving a text back.

She is the football match and the largest fair

You wished you could be a part of.

She is the woman who is indestructible, a point of no return

But if you'll make her exasperated

Even your bloods can run cold.

She is THAT beautiful you just can't,

And she shines better than the stars above,

She's born a showstopper

You eschew her saying she is crackup

and annoyance

And then you realise, her mouth was a fountain of delight.

As if you did a mistake

As if the skies didn't shiver at her beautiful beautiful cries

As if the grounds didn't cut open to drink off her pure honey blood.

As if the butterflies didn't sing her lullabies to sleep.

Ofcourse, you've heard it from

People around you,

She ha s a heart cutting smile.

Fabulous, incensing, phenomenal smile.

A smile that brings your deads back to life. .

And don't blame her if you read her name at the end of this poem,

I told ya, it's too heavy for FRAGILE SOULS.

If you were a book.

I would finish my homeworks way much before the deadline to unveil the mysteries in your eyes which runs on my mind 24/7, for which i cook up almost 100 endings, just to find out which one of those hundreds was closest to the actual one.//At times i find I was nowhere near the actual one but that's okay! as it makes me develop 200 more scenarios for the next chapter.

You would be my aide-de-camp in the times i become that person filled with rage of tears, a walking disaster, the one who just want escape from the reality.

There may be some chapters i would want to skip, but there's always that thought in my mind which forces me to not.

As i 'll be missing some unblemished quotes, words, ideas and most important the foundation of the next chapters.

And there would be those incidents which'll immediately turn my waterworks on but I'll keep holding for the zeal i have, to go deep inside that black see of infinity, which nobody till now ever explored.

I wont mind giving my 10p.m - 5a.m. time to you. Because you would be my thing of interest, fascination, and a place i want to range over. For which I'll have no regrets, only endearment.

I would carry you with me in my bag

I would read you

in my wax

And in my wanes.

Because you would make me happy.

Chapter by chapter, paragraphs by paragraphs , line by line you make me feel like that astronaut stranded in space with no chance of recovery.

All lost but in your space

If you were a book I’d lick my fingers and flip your pages, until your spine creased and you lay spent, with nothing else to offer. Then, I’d cup you in my palms and read you again.//I couldn't resist adding it.

If

You were a book you would be the one I am reading right now and the only one i will be showing off. I would underline my favourite things about you(So dont mind if i will load you with my fav. Highlighter)

I would tell my friends how i got startled reading those pages with folded corners.

I will keep you in that bookshelf next to my bed so that i would read you again and again.

Because darling you are akin to a piece of my heart so dear to me that i dont wanna loose ever.❤️

~vasupriya.

Lets do it again.

I mean, Love

Lets forget

you ever held my hand,

What warmth we felt that day//I still do feel the same warmth every time(but lets forget it for now)

Lets forget how we went for that short drive which I wished should be continued till this earth tears apart.

Lets forget how we compared the melanin in our skins..

Lets forget it.

Lets do it again.

Lets forget how we confessed our love over the phone

For the first time

How light our spirits felt that day

And lets forget how listening I LOVE YOU still give us contentment

After all those 481800 minutes

Lets forget it.

Lets do it again.

Lets forget how i kissed you while riding pillion on your motorbike, time stopped

I felt my heart pounding each second all the way back home//I know you too remember the details.

But

Lets forget it.

Lets do it again.

Lets forget how you asked me if somebody created problems for me.

Lets forget how you confirmed, i reached my home safely.

Lets forget all of it.

Lets do it again.

Lets forget about the card which you gave me on my birthday

Lets forget about the things we did

Which made us happy

Lets forget if we ever celebrated birthdays together

Lets forget those long texts we sent

Lets forget it

Lets do it again.

Let's forget how we called each other so many different names.

Let's forget our real names too.

Lets forget it all.

Lets do it again.

Then... Someday soon

I will tell you my name

You tell me yours

But for now

Lets forget all of it.

Let's go back to being strangers.

And fall in love, again

Lets do it as we never did it before

Lets do it again.

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Shall we?? ~vasupriya

The first time you held my hands, I realised at times, time stop, it really do. For one second, my heart took a pause, the next it raced.

I have always seen in television serials, in situations like these, how actresses' dupatta waves in the air with a soothing background rhythm. With me nothing like that happened.

But i knew, I was in love...

The second time you called me to ask whether i was home on time, trust me you made me realise what care actually is and how much I undervalued it.

The third time you travelled with me was when i finally realised why i wasn't exhausted.

I am sounding like an old chestnut

But it was because you..

Only you.

The fourth time we fought and went to home without solving the issue was when i realised i was missing out peace. You were the peace. My peace.

Though I slept quietly without you by my side, but I want you to know, I needed you more that very night.

The fitfth time we went to see remains of a building, was when i realised why the place felt like moonshine flowers and how gently the breeze there, kissed my cheeks.

I am sounding like an old chestnut

But it was our love,

Just our love.

The sixth time...FORGET IT...

the thousanth time if i write something...

It eventually find its ways to you.

Even before i start writing

My diary knows,

that its about you

Bub.. It's always about you.

Beacause baby...

I was in love with you much before I thought I was❤️

I'll think....

LOVE..

In the era of having a fancy buffet breakfast,

he'd bring a cup of coffee every morning.

Where inspite of making out behind the closed doors,

Every evening we'd meet and go for a short walk.

Where we would fight just to make other feel the care which today is so underrated.

No getting down on knees,

No suffering to make other happy,

But sharing the worries to watch the sufferer suffer less.

Not something which keeps us wide awake,

Instead the reason due to which we sleep in peace.

Where we wont let distance or doubts to come in between.

Where waterfalls will be just a thing of beauty in my poems,

When i will no longer refer to monsoon in eyes.

Where

A short period wont be termed as FOREVER.

Where YOU and ME

Despite not being rhyming words,

Will sound like a beautiful poetry.

Where unsaid I LOVE YOUs ,

Will be felt in a blink of eye.

And where i would not have words to speak,

If anybody ever asked me 'What's love'?

I wont think and reply with

YOU.

1) He doesn't likes those slow english songs

He tells me to listen to the loud pop music.

He is the one who tells me

"Come out of your fiction, girl.

Heavens? Come let me ride you there"

he winks.

I slowly feel his body heating up, his breathes too hot for my neck.

He's the wild art capable of burning entire forests and I, just looking for a little warmth. .

2) He holds my hand while I cry and later shares food with me

I tell him his lips taste sweet and better.

He pulls me closer, never bothers to close his eyes, and holds onto a kiss like the trees hold on to the last leaves in late springs. .

3) His eyes aren't pearls.

They don't shine like my mother's new diamond ring and they do not hide sweet pools of regrets.

His eyes, they do not like talking and smiling

They're almost ordinary.

BUT GOD HIS EYES!

4) He snuggles in my cold ears while we makeout in the winters.

His chest-my head, his heartbeats sound like raindrops on desert sand and his neck smells of red roses.

5) His fingers trace my skin like a ruler marking out his territories

And as we're about to get done he smiles a smile of denial.

For once when he looks me in the eye,

I turn around because my eyes weren't taught to hide better

AND GOD

I'm in love with him.

I realised i really missed these roads and i got quite nostalgic...... Moutains are beauty indeed....there's peace there's sanity there's literally everythng i love❤️its been almost 3 years since i got to see these roads...just this way made me relive all those memories i created there❤️

#myheartlongedforthis🖤

Ps.... i captured this while sitting in the jeep just bc i couldn't control those emotions attached with these places❤️

It's that someone smiling tentatively at first until it grows into a real one.

It's you smiling back.

1. You are the sugar in those sweets which my mother make in diwali ,extremely delicious and filled with love.

2. You are the chocolate syrup in my favourite brownies served hot to me. I can do literally evrythng even for a single bite of that mouth watering dessert.

3. You are the favourite line of my favorite song which actually makes it my favourite one, which i could listen on repeat mode so that i can hear that line. Just in that way i can cross that lane where you live like 20 times a day so that i can see a glimpse of you whenever i pass from there. And thats how crazy i can get...

4. You are that novel to me which i already read more than four times but still resides on the top of the stack of books so that i can read those paragraphs which i highlighted by my favorite highlighters.

5. You are that comfy pair of shorts to me which i wear in the days i come back home at 10 , exhausted and low at the same time.

6. You are that blanket to me which my mother got for me when i was 2 without which i just cant sleep no matter i take 4 quilts besides that.

7. You are that excitement to me which i get for those things as silly as getting my name printed on a debit card.

8. You are that diary to me in which i pour every single thing which i cant share which the rest of the world. The only one who wont judge me for my mistakes and beliefs, the only one who wont ask me to shut up even when i get the most dramatic, the only one who knew the most about me.

So all together you are the most important one in my life as you are comparable to all those things for which i m a psychopath. The above mentioned things are the one without which i just cant live my life, without which my life would have been so boring and dull. They are inseparable to me and so are you🖤