& i needed poetry to prove that i am alive,
you sauntered in like my time was yours,
to survive your lackluster life.
letter by letter, words emerged,
and a sentence that read,
“i am fine.”
the dictionary lost its magnitude there for a while.
my inkpot was leaking,
the truth was intimidating,
you diffused yourself into my desultory rhyme.
I love songs that are a bit sad but sound happy, like a melancholic kaleidoscope. I wrote this about the people and other works of art that inspire me.
Thank you so much for reading!
this was rather beautiful. and my music taste is rather similar to yours 🙂
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Thanku✨ ooh, you must tell me some of your favourite artists then
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don’t really have favs, but these days, I’ve been listening to anuv jain, tate mcrae, lana del rey, aurora, lorde and a few bengali ones 🙂
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I don’t know bengali sadly, I love the rest though💥
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Tu arijit singh hai re poetry ki … vo apne gaano se rulata hai tu apni poetry se …fan-blas-tic 🔥
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Bhot shukriya⭐✨
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“the dictionary lost its magnitude there for a while.”
i can’t place why exactly, but ahh i really love that line ❤❤❤
isn’t it funny, when the inkpot is leaking yet no words come out?
either way, this piece is absolutely breathtaking. amazing amazing ✨
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Yes, all that ink going waste etcetera. You understand it so well💞🥺 thank you
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Well done Aarushi!! Your words are so alive here and flow so effortlessly. I love this piece, beautiful work!! Much love and big hugs friend 🖤🖤🤗
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Thanks, Ace. To you as well, pal😄❤️
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