Tempestuous

Incognizable chatter,

Buzzing, staring in awe

Flicks on man’s wand

Creating similarity to nature and beyond

All the while destroying it all

He moulds the cast with stardust

Lined with powdered glitter

Not made of magic, but made of man’s

Glorious, destructive plastic

Winks of the stars when aligned

Achieved by flickers of switched lights

Toggle the switch, watch disappearing

Man’s stars, while the sun shall shine

Smiles brought in people’s eyes

Replaced by fakes, plastered onto the face

Heedless generations

Hence what’s of the future to them?

Man’s creations, oh a star’s celestial child

Same beauty, same pride

In the eyes of man himself.

Yet another cheap remake

By the heedless, reckless, hopeless gazer

Who wishes yet fails to master the Universe’s craft

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Flickers

Peaking through pillars are occasional sights

Darkness fills the abyss

Better than nothingness or is it nothingness itself?

Heedless about the load of the arriving

They're still worrying that waxed skin looks unnatural

Shaved skin will turn darker

The rest

We watch

We laugh

We giggle

At their materialistic requirements

Friends, love

People to confide in.

Money, wealth

Things to flaunt with.

Dumb mundanes

When sorrow comes

They go; away.

When death comes

It goes; away

Cold beauty, scent of wet mud

Watching drops of rain

Wordless creatures drentched, cold and ugly

Violets aren’t really blue

Though words of love, unsaid

As cliché as it sounds, it, I value

No heroes exist, they said

But clearly, they haven’t met you

I was tagged by: @definegodliness for the tag!

Rules: simply answer the following 21 questions and then tag 21 (or however many) people you’d love to get to know more!

name/nickname: Shrad, Shraddha, Bioluminiscent professor 😂

zodiac sign: Scorpio

height: 1.57m (5″2)

hogwarts house: Ravenclaw, according to a test I just took 😛

last thing I googled: “Hogwarts house test”

favorite musician/s: Billie Eilish/ Melanie Martinez/ Yiruma (if I’m in the mood for calming piano)

last song I listened to: ilomilo (it’s been on repeat for weeks now)

song stuck in my head: bury a friend

followers: 238!?!?!?!

following: 143

amount of sleep: too much/ too less. I hold writing accountable for my joke of a sleep schedule.

lucky number: I have no clue

what I’m wearing: Clothes of absolute comfort

dream job: professional sleeper who writes on the side

dream trip: I love staying at home, so N/A

favorite food: Anything cheesy and/or spicy

instruments: piano

languages: English, Kannada, Hindi (somewhat), basic Sanskrit and Portuguese (noo idea why I used to learn it as an 8 year old)

favorite song/s: Electropop and few other types of pop. Piano’s also soothingly wonderful.

random fact: I embarrass myself 24/7. Will never make a good impression on anyone.

aesthetic: colour gradients, dark vibe photos, same colour palettes

I am tagging: @cloggedwords @burning----soul @bewitchedbypoetry @september-stardust @hourglass60

Yet, I saw scriptures in my pain.

I only saw metaphors I believed to be truths. My arms flailing as I fell into a pit.

Yet, I felt an arm grab me, before I was engulfed. The arm grabbing me was mine.

I only saw intangible happiness.

Lurched forward by greed to grab the non-existent.

Yet, my arms wrapped itself around me.

My soul in love with my own.

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Better than brewing coffee, cups warming hands on a cold day.

Sugar like stars, dissolving into sweet beauty.

Warmer than a sweater, strands of intricacy woven into silks of warmth.

Happier than boundless dancing on the moon where nothing pulled downwards.

My soul in love with my own.

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Trust falters when the healing stalls, self-worth a battle to be won again,

But my heart is stronger than my mind’s games, and I make it through - scarred, but serene,

My soul in love with my own.

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Coming home to my own embrace, finding peace in disheveled hair.

What were once fragments that broke me, now I see as the pieces that make me.

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When being imperfect rids you of the judgemental

Two pieces of a broken heart

An emotional piece inspired by 'ilomilo' by Billie Eilish

Yet, outside, they burn their waste

For who wants to pay the one who takes away the trash?

Uncritisized hypocrisy

Of strength, think the kind

But chains are made of metal

And so are knives

And then comes the regret of being nice

Emotions are weaknesses in a felon's trial

But even reality is forever in denial