#whenmosaic

. . The Tales of Walls by Avighna . . #writingforlife  #wordlovers #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #wordgasm #bymepoetry #penandpaper #writersnetwork#globalagepoetrylive #globalagepoetry #omypoetry #madewords #globalwordsmiths #silverleafpoetry #poems #whenmosaic #writingsofig #wordsmith #wordgasm #instawrite #communitypoems #newschoolpoetry #micropoetryfeatures #poetrytribe #poetrytheatrefeatures #HeartOfPoets #silverleafpoetry #artlixirfresh #WorldOfPoets #avoicefromfaraway #voiceinstalive @HeartOfPoets @avoicefromfaraway @bymepoetry @madewords @silverleafpoetry @omypoetry @poetrytheatre @community_poems

. . . The cascade of water, bursting through the rocks. A slow rumble in the rocks, the great roar across. The calmness of the image. The bravery in my heart. The years of my hardwork. A tiny box in my arms. Her love was a waterfall. Bursting through troubles. Through pain. Through sadness. The smile was all enough. The painful moments. The penniless days. The smile never broke down. A shake in the grass. A silent bliss. My queen came closer. Peter may have the keys to heaven. A heaven I have no desire for. For she was the heaven in my life, that I cared and loved for all my life. I held the box close to my heart. Two separate souls. Now to be one. The towering mist and the clear skies. The soon to come nuptial made me smile. . . Waterfalls ~ Avighna . . Pic credit : @iamasifms . . #writingforlife  #wordlovers #writingcommunity #writersparadise #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #wordgasm #wordporn #emotionaltypewriter #anonymouswriter #penandpaper #writersnetwork #wordlove #randomthoughts #deep #life #poems #whenmosaic #writingsofig #wordsmith #wordgasm #instawrite #tag #quotes #wordsmith #artlixirfresh #WorldOfPoets #avoicefromfaraway @avoicefromfaraway

. . If only I could be there. If only I knew. The boring classes bought us close. Her empty books filled with art. The art that filled one with hope. With happiness. With joy. Each word bringing out life. She loved my OCD. I love her craziness. We became closer. Friends turned to sisters. Like turned to love. Classmates turned to room mates. Our mothers didn't deny it. We were special. She always had one secret. We called it 'The Stuff'. I hated the moments where she left me alone because of 'The Stuff. I hated the days she never called because of 'The Stuff'. I hated the moment when I saw 'The Stuff'. Cancer had many names apparently. The fluid time became solid. Minutes were Hours. Hours were days. The beeps and wires. The tubes through her nose. Everything scared me. That day I became a believer. I called on to every being of power. For one more chance to be with her. I held her arm against my wet cheeks. She slowly smiled. Tearing eyes. I am happy. She croaked. Why did you hide it. I cried. I can't hurt you. The waves dipped. Her eyes drowsed. I am not scared. I love you. For once, the straight lines killed me. . . My Best Friend ~ Avighna . Painting by Rahat Arts (https://www.zifiti.com/detail/ballerina-dance-friendship-3636/436020) . . #writingforlife  #wordlovers #writingcommunity #writersparadise #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #wordgasm #wordporn #emotionaltypewriter #anonymouswriter #penandpaper #writersnetwork #wordlove #randomthoughts #deep #life #poems #whenmosaic #writingsofig #wordsmith #wordgasm #instawrite #tag #quotes #wordsmith #artlixirfresh #WorldOfPoets #avoicefromfaraway @octobermelancholy_ @bhumikasingh__ @sm.writes_ @adityamallick2001 @mahartified @avoicefromfaraway

. . . The cold rainy morning. My weekly jog across the empty streets. A familiar face caught me by surprise. No. It wasn't the old guy who insisted I would like him when he was younger. But someone new. A stupid grin as he passed. Wet hair taped across his forehead. I looked away towards the trees. His face kept burning in to my head. The coffee felt better with someone to share. The genius hacker. Recently broken up. Born in the land of lillies. Studied in the land of cakes. His eyes, charmed and excited as he spoke about his family in the land of 'diversity'. The coffee didn't seem bitter now. Perhaps his words were too sweet. His blushing cheeks. As I laughed at his jokes. Two years ran faster than Bolt. Maybe that's why I hate time. The spread of fresh bread. The scented candles. I should have seen it coming. A scarggly beard covered his face. His stupid grin and excited eyes widened. As he sat on one knee with diamond. I hated every moment of it. Every second of it felt terrible. It was torture. Inhumane pain. I tore the sheets and screamed. The crying voices woke me up. Three babies. One with a scarggly beard. All three were crying. I couldn't help myself but to join them. The light burned my eyes. I couldn't feel the cold anymore. I felt a wet hand. A soft sob. The white beard was still scarggly. A held his hand as he laid in his bed. Our perfect creations stood next to us. The son loved his mama. The daughter loved her papa. We did it. I croaked. His grin was still charming as ever. I looked at our next heirs. The ECG beeped down. 198. 157. 102. 98. Find yours now. Maybe, all you need is a jog. . . True Love ~ Avighna . Pic credit : @iamasifms . . #writingforlife  #wordlovers #writingcommunity #writersparadise #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #wordgasm #wordporn #emotionaltypewriter #anonymouswriter #penandpaper #writersnetwork #wordlove #randomthoughts #deep #life #poems #whenmosaic #writingsofig #wordsmith #wordgasm #instawrite #tag #quotes #wordsmith #artlixirfresh #WorldOfPoets @octobermelancholy_ @bhumikasingh__ @sm.writes_ @adityamallick2001 @mahartified