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For The Fear
Do you ever deny your heart,
That thrilling adventurous feeling?
Do you ever cage it,
For the fear it might stop beating?
Do you ever stop yourself
From looking down a mountaintop,
Sacrifice the breathtaking beauty,
For the fear you might fall off?
Do you ever dive out of the water,
Having reached but only midway,
Leave the enchanting ocean bottom,
For the fear it'll take your breath away?
Do you ever stop your feet
From taking the unexplored track,
Give up on the escapade,
For the fear you might not come back?
Do you ever shut your eyes,
When you're alone in a dark inside
Never glance at the bewitching moon,
For the fear of what lurks in the night?
Oh but do you ever stop to think,
Do you ever realize exactly that-
What you fear is your death,
Not the aforementioned acts.
This fear of dying makes you fear
Living the pleasures of life at length,
But the day you start fearing life, mate,
Is when you start living for your death.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Please do not plagiarize my works, if y'all like them, follow me on Wattpad @eccentricdestiny13@eccentricdestiny13
Anybody who would like me to check out their works or have any suggestions for mine, feel free to pm me:)
For The Fear
Do you ever deny your heart,
That thrilling adventurous feeling?
Do you ever cage it,
For the fear it might stop beating?
Do you ever stop yourself
From looking down a mountaintop,
Sacrifice the breathtaking beauty,
For the fear you might fall off?
Do you ever dive out of the water,
Having reached but only midway,
Leave the enchanting ocean bottom,
For the fear it'll take your breath away?
Do you ever stop your feet
From taking the unexplored track,
Give up on the escapade,
For the fear you might not come back?
Do you ever shut your eyes,
When you're alone in a dark inside
Never glance at the bewitching moon,
For the fear of what lurks in the night?
Oh but do you ever stop to think,
Do you ever realize exactly that-
What you fear is your death,
Not the aforementioned acts.
This fear of dying makes you fear
Living the pleasures of life at length,
But the day you start fearing life, mate,
Is when you start living for your death.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Please do not plagiarize my works, if y'all like them, follow me on Wattpad @eccentricdestiny13@eccentricdestiny13
Anybody who would like me to check out their works or have any suggestions for mine, feel free to pm me:)
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Too Much
We'd fallen into Remorse Land,
He, she, you and I
Wanting to get out
But not giving it a try.
He, she you and I
Dawdled in the the dark death cup
When one fine day he and she
Gathered the courage to look up
They looked above and beyond
And saw people offering their hand
The hand that they took
And flew out of Remorse Land.
That left you and I
in a cup of regret twined,
which was quite like the inside
of our self exhausting mind
Years passed
I don't know how many
We're still stuck here
Plodding in our agony.
Oh yes we've looked up
looked up without a doubt
the people still await us
offering their hand to take us out.
But you and I,
We don't make such a hue and cry
So we lick our own wounds by,
Don't ever show them why.
The help stands right by,
It always does
We only have to take it
I know, but it's tough
Tough to pretend to not know
That to feel the helping touch
We have to let them know
That our world is too much.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
@Aarushi_T
A/N: If y'all have any suggestions for my works, pm me or write them in the comments:)
Too Much
We'd fallen into Remorse Land,
He, she, you and I
Wanting to get out
But not giving it a try.
He, she you and I
Dawdled in the the dark death cup
When one fine day he and she
Gathered the courage to look up
They looked above and beyond
And saw people offering their hand
The hand that they took
And flew out of Remorse Land.
That left you and I
in a cup of regret twined,
which was quite like the inside
of our self exhausting mind
Years passed
I don't know how many
We're still stuck here
Plodding in our agony.
Oh yes we've looked up
looked up without a doubt
the people still await us
offering their hand to take us out.
But you and I,
We don't make such a hue and cry
So we lick our own wounds by,
Don't ever show them why.
The help stands right by,
It always does
We only have to take it
I know, but it's tough
Tough to pretend to not know
That to feel the helping touch
We have to let them know
That our world is too much.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
@Aarushi_T
A/N: If y'all have any suggestions for my works, pm me or write them in the comments:)
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Laughter
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More musical than a newborn's laugh,
The playful merry giggle, as though,
Singing a song on an angel's behalf
Tell me you've heard a sound
More anxious than the laugh a of freshman,
The tense, restrained, brittle chortle
As he bumps into people now and again.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More dulcet than a bride's laugh,
The rosy, shy, gleeful chuckle,
As she acknowledges her better half.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More empty than the laugh of broken hearts,
The mirthless, hollow, heavy breaths,
When from it's lover it departs.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More proud than the laugh of a victor,
The unrestrained, triumphant bellow,
As the vanity grows thicker.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More excrutiating than a mourner's laugh,
The distant, ironical, accusing howl,
As he writes a loved one's epitaph.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More frightening than a king's laughter,
The hysterical, maniacal, frenzied roar
As a thousand armies trail after.
Tell me you've heard a sound,
More outcast than the laughter of the fallen,
The melancholic, slight, satisfactory smile
That adorns the face in the coffin.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys this is the first time I'm writing a poem of this sort... I may give it for a contest too... So I really need honest suggestions:)
Laughter
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More musical than a newborn's laugh,
The playful merry giggle, as though,
Singing a song on an angel's behalf
Tell me you've heard a sound
More anxious than the laugh a of freshman,
The tense, restrained, brittle chortle
As he bumps into people now and again.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More dulcet than a bride's laugh,
The rosy, shy, gleeful chuckle,
As she acknowledges her better half.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More empty than the laugh of broken hearts,
The mirthless, hollow, heavy breaths,
When from it's lover it departs.
Tell me if you've heard a sound
More proud than the laugh of a victor,
The unrestrained, triumphant bellow,
As the vanity grows thicker.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More excrutiating than a mourner's laugh,
The distant, ironical, accusing howl,
As he writes a loved one's epitaph.
Tell me you've heard a sound
More frightening than a king's laughter,
The hysterical, maniacal, frenzied roar
As a thousand armies trail after.
Tell me you've heard a sound,
More outcast than the laughter of the fallen,
The melancholic, slight, satisfactory smile
That adorns the face in the coffin.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys this is the first time I'm writing a poem of this sort... I may give it for a contest too... So I really need honest suggestions:)
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The Key To My Being
It was an outcast day,
I'll never forget the date.
I was staring out the window,
Trying to untangle my fate.
I tried to search myself within,
Tried to queue my swirling thoughts,
But they all miscarried leaving me,
As I listened to my howling rot.
They made me feel like I was
A scrappy abridged page,
Oblivious to the book of my existence,
Which somewhere lies encaged.
I wished to know my desires,
My wants and my needs,
I craved to know my purpose,
The reason of my being.
I longed to know myself,
I struggled to set free,
I tried to dig my mind to know
Who I really wanted to be.
In hope of finding myself,
I drilled and dug my head,
I unearthed my deepest thoughts,
Penetrated till I bled.
And yet I couldn't find "me",
For little did I know,
That the very key to my being
Was burnt long ago.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys it's one poem I genuinely feel, and I can finally say I've written something I relate to and vibe with. Please check it out and lemme know your suggestions...I'd love to hear them
Also, I have a writing board on Pinterest, if anybody is interested in collaborating, they can pm me their IDs :)
The Key To My Being
It was an outcast day,
I'll never forget the date.
I was staring out the window,
Trying to untangle my fate.
I tried to search myself within,
Tried to queue my swirling thoughts,
But they all miscarried leaving me,
As I listened to my howling rot.
They made me feel like I was
A scrappy abridged page,
Oblivious to the book of my existence,
Which somewhere lies encaged.
I wished to know my desires,
My wants and my needs,
I craved to know my purpose,
The reason of my being.
I longed to know myself,
I struggled to set free,
I tried to dig my mind to know
Who I really wanted to be.
In hope of finding myself,
I drilled and dug my head,
I unearthed my deepest thoughts,
Penetrated till I bled.
And yet I couldn't find "me",
For little did I know,
That the very key to my being
Was burnt long ago.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys it's one poem I genuinely feel, and I can finally say I've written something I relate to and vibe with. Please check it out and lemme know your suggestions...I'd love to hear them
Also, I have a writing board on Pinterest, if anybody is interested in collaborating, they can pm me their IDs :)
#review #at
The Key To My Being
It was an outcast day,
I'll never forget the date.
I was staring out the window,
Trying to untangle my fate.
I tried to search myself within,
Tried to queue my swirling thoughts,
But they all miscarried leaving me,
As I listened to my howling rot.
They made me feel like I was
A scrappy abridged page,
Oblivious to the book of my existence,
Which somewhere lies encaged.
I wished to know my desires,
My wants and my needs,
I craved to know my purpose,
The reason of my being.
I longed to know myself,
I struggled to set free,
I tried to dig my mind to know
Who I really wanted to be.
In hope of finding myself,
I drilled and dug my head,
I unearthed my deepest thoughts,
Penetrated till I bled.
And yet I couldn't find "me",
For little did I know,
That the very key to my being
Was burnt long ago.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys it's one poem I genuinely feel, and I can finally say I've written something I relate to and vibe with. Please check it out and lemme know your suggestions...I'd love to hear them
The Key To My Being
It was an outcast day,
I'll never forget the date.
I was staring out the window,
Trying to untangle my fate.
I tried to search myself within,
Tried to queue my swirling thoughts,
But they all miscarried leaving me,
As I listened to my howling rot.
They made me feel like I was
A scrappy abridged page,
Oblivious to the book of my existence,
Which somewhere lies encaged.
I wished to know my desires,
My wants and my needs,
I craved to know my purpose,
The reason of my being.
I longed to know myself,
I struggled to set free,
I tried to dig my mind to know
Who I really wanted to be.
In hope of finding myself,
I drilled and dug my head,
I unearthed my deepest thoughts,
Penetrated till I bled.
And yet I couldn't find "me",
For little did I know,
That the very key to my being
Was burnt long ago.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
A/N: Guys it's one poem I genuinely feel, and I can finally say I've written something I relate to and vibe with. Please check it out and lemme know your suggestions...I'd love to hear them
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I tried to pull away,
But my hands were tied.
I bit at the ropes,
That bound me inside.
As I lie encaged
Inside four walls,
The birds chirp,
The mountain calls.
I am yet not aware,
Of the bird's sweet song,
The mountain's tall glory,
For I've been here all along.
What they are like,
I cannot but see,
But I lie encaged in hope,
Of someday setting free.
There suddenly appears
A narrow crack in the wall.
I press my face against it,
And now I feel so small.
I can see blue,
When a beam of light
Enters through the crack,
Warming my plight.
I feel what I never have,
I feel ever expansive,
A part of something greater,
Like I'm no more held captive.
For my mind is a parachute,
Like a shot I realise,
It will only live as long as
It's open to the skies.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
I tried to pull away,
But my hands were tied.
I bit at the ropes,
That bound me inside.
As I lie encaged
Inside four walls,
The birds chirp,
The mountain calls.
I am yet not aware,
Of the bird's sweet song,
The mountain's tall glory,
For I've been here all along.
What they are like,
I cannot but see,
But I lie encaged in hope,
Of someday setting free.
There suddenly appears
A narrow crack in the wall.
I press my face against it,
And now I feel so small.
I can see blue,
When a beam of light
Enters through the crack,
Warming my plight.
I feel what I never have,
I feel ever expansive,
A part of something greater,
Like I'm no more held captive.
For my mind is a parachute,
Like a shot I realise,
It will only live as long as
It's open to the skies.
-Aarushi Tahilramani
Futile attemps
I sit and i sew.
I hold piercing pain and i try to sew every inch of loose hem.
I sew them with darts to reach beneath the crumbled fields of desire.
While i invest in my own rebirth, i prick them with seeming past.
I disgrace myself with blotches and strive to blemish those patches.
I continue to knit my shreded self and scrape the remnants in futile attempts.
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I sit and i sew.
I hold piercing pain and i try to sew every inch of loose hem.
I sew them with darts to reach beneath the crumbled fields of desire.
While i invest in my own rebirth, i prick them with seeming past.
I disgrace myself with blotches and strive to blemish those patches.
I continue to knit my shreded self and scrape the remnants in futile attempts.
#review #AT
Futile attemps
I sit and i sew.
I hold piercing pain and i try to sew every inch of loose hem.
I sew them with darts to reach beneath the crumbled fields of desire.
While i invest in my own rebirth, i prick them with seeming past.
I disgrace myself with blotches and strive to blemish those patches.
I continue to knit my shreded self and scrape the remnants in futile attempts.
#review #AT
I sit and i sew.
I hold piercing pain and i try to sew every inch of loose hem.
I sew them with darts to reach beneath the crumbled fields of desire.
While i invest in my own rebirth, i prick them with seeming past.
I disgrace myself with blotches and strive to blemish those patches.
I continue to knit my shreded self and scrape the remnants in futile attempts.
#review #AT