#thesadlines

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I call this one
“Stay”

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Do you feel the same sometimes? Comment below and drop your thoughts.
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#snigdhamuses #poetsglobe #poetstribe #poetssociety
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We all wish to be everything to somebody.. #2amthoughts #doortooursouls #thesadlines #wordshurt #loveisinspiration #inspireyourselves #areyouhidingsomething #speakwhatyoufeel #instawords #instamood
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• Except Loving You •

What more should I do?
Than being there for you 
Being around when a storm hits your head
Listening and remembering each word you said

What more should I do?
Besides struggling my ass off
To be with you 
Besides washing your dishes
And picking your pieces

What more should I do?
Besides putting a blanket on you when you’re cold
Besides telling you “you’re beautiful” every time you say “I am old”

What more should I do?
Except loving you.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
(Picture belong to it’s respective photographer)
• Except Loving You •

What more should I do?
Than being there for you
Being around when a storm hits your head
Listening and remembering each word you said

What more should I do?
Besides struggling my ass off
To be with you
Besides washing your dishes
And picking your pieces

What more should I do?
Besides putting a blanket on you when you’re cold
Besides telling you “you’re beautiful” every time you say “I am old”

What more should I do?
Except loving you.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
(Picture belong to it’s respective photographer)
“Hope”
~ for my patient’s mother ~

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• The Cunt •
• The Cunt •
Calling all honest humans.

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• Once •
• Once •
@o_shayar .
Jab tum se baat nahi hoti 😞
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Like||comments||share 😘
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#Poetry #shayris #thesadlines #quoteoftheday #hindishayri
@o_shayar .
Jab tum se baat nahi hoti 😞
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Like||comments||share 😘
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#Poetry #shayris #thesadlines #quoteoftheday #hindishayri
4:32 am

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• Was It A Dream? •

Not knowing that they were the last moments with you made the memory more precious and full of agony. Your last words crumbled me, they numbed me.

If only I knew that it’d be my last kiss with you I’d have kissed you forever. If only I knew that it’d be my last hug with you I wouldn’t have let go, whatsoever.

All the things I did, all the thoughts I thought and all the dreams I dreamt seem meaningless. I’ve recklessly gambled and dealt a bad hand with happiness.

The cup of glass I just made, long, shiny and brittle, remains empty. I just finished making it last night and it cracked already.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
Picture belongs to the respective photographer
• Was It A Dream? •

Not knowing that they were the last moments with you made the memory more precious and full of agony. Your last words crumbled me, they numbed me.

If only I knew that it’d be my last kiss with you I’d have kissed you forever. If only I knew that it’d be my last hug with you I wouldn’t have let go, whatsoever.

All the things I did, all the thoughts I thought and all the dreams I dreamt seem meaningless. I’ve recklessly gambled and dealt a bad hand with happiness.

The cup of glass I just made, long, shiny and brittle, remains empty. I just finished making it last night and it cracked already.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
Picture belongs to the respective photographer
Love and War

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Ladai, Naarazgi, Pyaar

Follow - @nadaan.khwahishein

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Chaos

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Things written long ago..
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#poetry #poetsofig  #poetrycommunity #bymepoetry #poemoftheday
#themumblepoet #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #igpoets #poetcommunity #spilledink #poets #igpoems #indianpoets #mallupoets#madewords
 #art #artistsoninstagram #artlixirpoetry #thesadlines#bymepoetryasia#globalagepoetry#karma
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• Deep Water •
• Deep Water •
“Maybe She Was the Magic” ~full piece~

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Powerful excerpt from one of my other poems.

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#whatsnext #relationships #breakuphurtsthemost #relationshipquotes #lines #poetrybyharsh #harshwriter #brokenheart #thesadlines
• The Good Is Lost •
• The Good Is Lost •
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To my Grammy and Memom -
Happy Mother’s Day. I miss you terribly. And to anyone else who has lost a mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, or friend, in honor of Mother’s Day... May you know you are not alone in your pain.

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To my Grammy and Memom -
Happy Mother’s Day. I miss you terribly. And to anyone else who has lost a mother, grandmother, sister, aunt, or friend, in honor of Mother’s Day... May you know you are not alone in your pain.

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// stop acting all nice i see you naked standing with all your pretty lies //
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// stop acting all nice i see you naked standing with all your pretty lies //
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@snigdhamuses
#snigdhamuses
A short fable.
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#poetry #poetsofig  #poetrycommunity #bymepoetry #poemoftheday
#themumblepoet #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #igpoets #poetcommunity #spilledink #poets #igpoems #indianpoets #mallupoets#madewords
 #art #artistsoninstagram #artlixirpoetry #thesadlines#bymepoetryasia#globalagepoetry#black box#personaldemons#fable#grief
// depression is a state of being //
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#sadnessandsorrow #sadlife #sadshairy #sadquotespage #sadthought #sadness😔 #brokenquotes #brokenhearts #broken💔 #brokenheart💔 #brokenheart💔 #brokenheartquotes #imissyouquotes #imissu #imissyousomuch #imissyoubaby #alonewithmythoughts #alone #alonetogether #alone💔 #lonelythought #loneliness #dilutethepower #shairy #sadapline #sadlines📜 #thesadlines #brokenthoughts
A refuge from grace.
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 #art #artistsoninstagram #artlixirpoetry #thesadlines#bymepoetryasia#globalagepoetry#globalpoetcult#darkness
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// you’re going to miss me //
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#runawaywriters #poetrytribe #zoneofpoetry #poetrygpc #scribblersword #thesadlines #micropoetryfeatures #globalpoetcult #writers_den_ #packpoetry #poetspecial #silverleafpoetry #poeticjustice #poetsandwriters #poetriesgram #poetsglobe #poetssociety #theliteralscript #poetrycosmos #globalagepoetry #bymepoetry #polaroidandkisses #poemsindia #poetryslam #poeticjustice #midnightthoughts #theloveinspired #poetryinmotion #snigdhamuses
• Living • *grateful for everything and everyone
• Living • *grateful for everything and everyone
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Written in 2016.

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#urduposts #urdughazal #urdu #urdupoetry #urdupost #urduloverspoetry #urdushayari #urduquotes #urdulovers #sadquotes #sadpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrybooks #urduadab #urduzaban #love #lovers #urdurekhta #rekhta #urduthoughts #promoteurdu #urdupoetrylines #thesadlines
• Okay •

Stay,
One more day
I just snorted happiness
Don’t suck it away

Stay,
One more day
My heart is a child, you’re it’s Disney World
Let him play.

Stay,
One more day
After that all I’ve to do
Is sit and decay
Move on, my darling, stop worrying 
I’ll be okay.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
Picture by: @_bishaal.mitra__
• Okay •

Stay,
One more day
I just snorted happiness
Don’t suck it away

Stay,
One more day
My heart is a child, you’re it’s Disney World
Let him play.

Stay,
One more day
After that all I’ve to do
Is sit and decay
Move on, my darling, stop worrying
I’ll be okay.

Sourabh Toraskar ©2019
Picture by: @_bishaal.mitra__
💔💔💔 #urduposts #urdughazal #urdu #urdupoetry #urdupost #urduloverspoetry #urdushayari #urduquotes #urdulovers #sadquotes #sadpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrybooks #urduadab #urduzaban #love #lovers #urdurekhta #rekhta #urduthoughts #promoteurdu #urdupoetrylines #thesadlines
// the night we parted even the angels cried //
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#poetrycommunity #bookofpoets #poetspecial #voicesofpoets #poemsindia #wordporn #poetryuncensored #theoracleschoice #pentupthoughts #scribblersword #madewords #wordhue #doortooursouls #tmswriter #poetryislife #wildernessofpoetry #thesadlines #newschoolpoetry #enrapturedpoetry #poetrypageofficial #poetrycosmos #bymepoetry #globalagepoetry #globalpoetcult #poets #shapeofmyvoice #micropoetryfeatures #packpoetry #snigdhamuses
Handwritten heart pains  #writerwednesday #poetsdaily #writersofinstagram #poet #poetsofinstagram #poem #poemsofinstagram #poetryporn #typewriter #creative #creativewriting #typewriterpoetry #thesadlines #spilledink #spilledwords #spilledthoughts #typewriterseries #writerslife #poetry #poetrycommunity #writercommunity #writerscommunity #poeticjustice #poetic #poetryisnotdead #wordsofinstagram #turningofthetide #poetssociety #thoughtfvl #packpoetry
• The Fear •
• The Fear •
Many of us aren't even allowed to LOVE!
We're all suffocating in the boundaries created by the identities we're born with...aah!

#Wordsarelight 💥 #wordstoliveby
#globalpoetcult #picsofig #instaquote #wordswithkings #wordswithqueens #wordshurt #qtod #globalwordsmiths #pulseofthewildheart #templeofwords #honestlyworded #omypoetry #writersuniverse #herheartpoetry #newheartbeats
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#fromsamspen
Woh kahani tha,chalta raha.
Mai qissa thi,khatm hui.🍂
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#loveneverdies #sadshayaris📃 #thesadlines #heartlessquotes #thoughtsinwords #moodedits #thoughts💭 #makemefeel #behappy❤️ .
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Woh kahani tha,chalta raha.
Mai qissa thi,khatm hui.🍂
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• Too Good To Be True •
• Too Good To Be True •
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#urduposts #urdughazal #urdu #urdupoetry #urdupost #urduloverspoetry #urdushayari #urduquotes #urdulovers #sadquotes #sadpoetry #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetrybooks #urduadab #urduzaban #love #lovers #urdurekhta #rekhta #urduthoughts #promoteurdu #urdupoetrylines #thesadlines
• Her thick brow,
was only her choice—
a stance against norms.
Ribbons and flowers,
all tangled in her hair—
a decorative crown,
But, beauty is not defined here—
beauty is her.
She had many lovers,
of many kinds.
But, promiscuity,
does not define her worth.
She drank more than men
to dance with a kind of passion
that they can never have.
She often said that politics
are unimportant, only the
ideas in your mind of equality
and charity are important—
but it might leave somebody dead.
She was bold and smart,
and followed her own direction—
sometimes even dressed like a man.
She often proclaimed—
when a trolley crashes,
leaving you wishing for death,
draw on your bandage;
don't let your broken column
break your strength.
She forbade falling in love
with poets; she said—
they drink too much,
cheat too much,
and will break your heart;
fall in love with artists instead—
a musician, maybe a painter—
you'll never be bored,
you'll always be drunk
and high on life and love
and young even when you're old;
whoever you choose—just
don't let them break you;
don't stop chasing after your
passions and desires because
you're hurt—never give them the
satisfaction of breaking your wings.
She said that, you don't need
anyone; when you have wigs to fly,
you don't need feet, or anyone else;
make friends with the past,
with people you've never known—
it'll always be a source of security;
no one can leave since
all of that's already gone.
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~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Frida //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay28 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day28.
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Drop a '🌼' in the comments if inspired/touched.
• Her thick brow,
was only her choice—
a stance against norms.
Ribbons and flowers,
all tangled in her hair—
a decorative crown,
But, beauty is not defined here—
beauty is her.
She had many lovers,
of many kinds.
But, promiscuity,
does not define her worth.
She drank more than men
to dance with a kind of passion
that they can never have.
She often said that politics
are unimportant, only the
ideas in your mind of equality
and charity are important—
but it might leave somebody dead.
She was bold and smart,
and followed her own direction—
sometimes even dressed like a man.
She often proclaimed—
when a trolley crashes,
leaving you wishing for death,
draw on your bandage;
don't let your broken column
break your strength.
She forbade falling in love
with poets; she said—
they drink too much,
cheat too much,
and will break your heart;
fall in love with artists instead—
a musician, maybe a painter—
you'll never be bored,
you'll always be drunk
and high on life and love
and young even when you're old;
whoever you choose—just
don't let them break you;
don't stop chasing after your
passions and desires because
you're hurt—never give them the
satisfaction of breaking your wings.
She said that, you don't need
anyone; when you have wigs to fly,
you don't need feet, or anyone else;
make friends with the past,
with people you've never known—
it'll always be a source of security;
no one can leave since
all of that's already gone.
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~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Frida //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay28 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day28.
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Drop a '🌼' in the comments if inspired/touched.
• [Trigger warning: death & rape.]
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Her mother's dress lay on the bed;
full length, a silky green.
She runs her fingers over it;
feels the silky smoothness against
her chilled skin. It was in her
mother's wardrobe, among other
dresses and coats and hats, which
no woman dares to wear anymore,
and old shoes on the floor.
But that dress stands out in her
memory; her mother twirling
around and around, letting out
excited, ecstatic laughs, letting out
a-young-girl-in-love-like sounds.
The dress made a swish sound as
her mother walked about; it seemed
to let off sparkles in the artificial light.
Who bought her that dress, she
often wondered—father hadn't—
he wasn't the type for that romance
kind of thing; it may have been
the man her mother called Uncle Will;
he used to come over when father
was out for the day or busy with work.
He seemed the type to purchase gifts,
gifts at a price, always wanting
something in return.

She lifts the dress and sniffs—
it smells of stale scent and age.
Her mother wore the dress to the
show Uncle Will took her to see—
while father was away for work.
But as her mother bathed and got
dressed, getting ready to go,
Uncle Will invaded her.
She crumples up the dress, and
throws it in the black sack with
the other stuff: the old fashioned,
smooth and rough. The dress is
out of sight, packed away for the
charity shop far away from her
own town as she tries to get rid
of the memory of the night that
has haunted her for years—
broken lampposts and boundaries,
Uncle Will injured and bleeding
running off into the night, and the
cold, naked body of her mother
in the shower that she found later.

The wardrobe and the house
are empty; she locks up and takes
the keys to the agent to sell.
But as she gets in her car,
she freezes as she notices
the dress's smell.
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~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// The Green Dress //
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• [Trigger warning: death & rape.]
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Her mother's dress lay on the bed;
full length, a silky green.
She runs her fingers over it;
feels the silky smoothness against
her chilled skin. It was in her
mother's wardrobe, among other
dresses and coats and hats, which
no woman dares to wear anymore,
and old shoes on the floor.
But that dress stands out in her
memory; her mother twirling
around and around, letting out
excited, ecstatic laughs, letting out
a-young-girl-in-love-like sounds.
The dress made a swish sound as
her mother walked about; it seemed
to let off sparkles in the artificial light.
Who bought her that dress, she
often wondered—father hadn't—
he wasn't the type for that romance
kind of thing; it may have been
the man her mother called Uncle Will;
he used to come over when father
was out for the day or busy with work.
He seemed the type to purchase gifts,
gifts at a price, always wanting
something in return.

She lifts the dress and sniffs—
it smells of stale scent and age.
Her mother wore the dress to the
show Uncle Will took her to see—
while father was away for work.
But as her mother bathed and got
dressed, getting ready to go,
Uncle Will invaded her.
She crumples up the dress, and
throws it in the black sack with
the other stuff: the old fashioned,
smooth and rough. The dress is
out of sight, packed away for the
charity shop far away from her
own town as she tries to get rid
of the memory of the night that
has haunted her for years—
broken lampposts and boundaries,
Uncle Will injured and bleeding
running off into the night, and the
cold, naked body of her mother
in the shower that she found later.

The wardrobe and the house
are empty; she locks up and takes
the keys to the agent to sell.
But as she gets in her car,
she freezes as she notices
the dress's smell.
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~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// The Green Dress //
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• The distant park
was a graveyard of dead stars.
Each streetlight
a system of worlds—
so many lives between each mote of light,
indistinguishable in their unique love,
bespoke hate, and the drama
of the modern age.
Drunk laughter behind transparent
double doors. Another hotel balcony,
another cloud behind the canopy
of marijuana eyes to unsettle
me from the crowd.

She points out, when you look closely—
you can see the disorder
amongst all the constellations—
of life and love and litter;
of discarded Coke cans
and temporary highs.
She says this is not a scene
to imbue the depth of a present mind,
more so to baulk at the incompletion
of one thousand to-do lists;
a million reasons why
you should just stay inside.

She says you can see the human
swell of ignorance—our city lights
blotting out the stars in a
black ocean of broken politic
and irretrievable faulty lines—
divisions between us all.
Lives twisted with professional
smiles and eyes lit with
stunning indifference.

Still, I have felt charity and warmth
on the doorstep of
lunatics and fascists.
I have read the love of life
in faces of those who gave up.
I have recounted countless artists
who saw beauty in moments
that precisely lacked it.
I have spent too many nights
in anaesthesia, fleeing each
instance of feeling and terror;
all the tremors that tell me,
I am still alive.

Continued to stare at the lights
long after her voice
and the laughter inside had gone.
Heard waves in the traffic;
a world so large, so expansive—
it can never truly sleep.
Every broken heart,
every war-torn land,
every promotion,
every one-night stand.
I wonder what would happen
if we all stood still,
if we all took one moment
to observe the motion
that unfolds beneath
our static windowsill.

If we all took one moment
to recover our loss;
the wars that we won,
the feelings, we forgot,
the shit we retain;
our paradise, lost.
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~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Static Windowsill //
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• The distant park
was a graveyard of dead stars.
Each streetlight
a system of worlds—
so many lives between each mote of light,
indistinguishable in their unique love,
bespoke hate, and the drama
of the modern age.
Drunk laughter behind transparent
double doors. Another hotel balcony,
another cloud behind the canopy
of marijuana eyes to unsettle
me from the crowd.

She points out, when you look closely—
you can see the disorder
amongst all the constellations—
of life and love and litter;
of discarded Coke cans
and temporary highs.
She says this is not a scene
to imbue the depth of a present mind,
more so to baulk at the incompletion
of one thousand to-do lists;
a million reasons why
you should just stay inside.

She says you can see the human
swell of ignorance—our city lights
blotting out the stars in a
black ocean of broken politic
and irretrievable faulty lines—
divisions between us all.
Lives twisted with professional
smiles and eyes lit with
stunning indifference.

Still, I have felt charity and warmth
on the doorstep of
lunatics and fascists.
I have read the love of life
in faces of those who gave up.
I have recounted countless artists
who saw beauty in moments
that precisely lacked it.
I have spent too many nights
in anaesthesia, fleeing each
instance of feeling and terror;
all the tremors that tell me,
I am still alive.

Continued to stare at the lights
long after her voice
and the laughter inside had gone.
Heard waves in the traffic;
a world so large, so expansive—
it can never truly sleep.
Every broken heart,
every war-torn land,
every promotion,
every one-night stand.
I wonder what would happen
if we all stood still,
if we all took one moment
to observe the motion
that unfolds beneath
our static windowsill.

If we all took one moment
to recover our loss;
the wars that we won,
the feelings, we forgot,
the shit we retain;
our paradise, lost.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Static Windowsill //
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• I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold,
over secrets spilled
and memories told—
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old.

Behind your eyes,
I found new worlds—
a winding road
stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at
the end of the isle,
sweet pastries
filled the mouths
of those who sat
beside us and
stayed for a while.

How the hours went by—
people just passing through,
the descending sun ending
a forever with you.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Coffee //
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• I remember the evening
that we sat clinging
to paper cups
of coffee gone cold,
over secrets spilled
and memories told—
two bodies cursed
with hearts grown old.

Behind your eyes,
I found new worlds—
a winding road
stretched out for miles
to a small cafe at
the end of the isle,
sweet pastries
filled the mouths
of those who sat
beside us and
stayed for a while.

How the hours went by—
people just passing through,
the descending sun ending
a forever with you.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Coffee //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay25 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day25.
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• It's not love,
if I tell you to leave,
and you don't come back;
it's not love,
if you hold my hand
only to let go.
It's not love,
if my tears fall,
and you don't try to stop them;
It's not love,
if your 'I'm here's,
mean 'goodbye'.
It's not love,
if you look into my eyes,
and lie.
It's not love,
if you don't bother to
even try to fix the broken 
or strengthen what's left;
it's not love,
if I don't try—
it's not love.

Whatever we have left,
whatever we had—
it's not love.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Not Love //
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• It's not love,
if I tell you to leave,
and you don't come back;
it's not love,
if you hold my hand
only to let go.
It's not love,
if my tears fall,
and you don't try to stop them;
It's not love,
if your 'I'm here's,
mean 'goodbye'.
It's not love,
if you look into my eyes,
and lie.
It's not love,
if you don't bother to
even try to fix the broken 
or strengthen what's left;
it's not love,
if I don't try—
it's not love.

Whatever we have left,
whatever we had—
it's not love.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Not Love //
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• [Trigger warning: Depression & self-harm.]
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Raindrops on your pillow—
the steady pitter patter.
No cats or dogs,
thunder, lightning,
storm clouds.
In fact,
the room shines—
radiant, warm,
and yet, darkness still
leaks through the
floorboards like water.
.
Red raindrops—
on the carpet,
in the sink,
soak into paper
like ink left to drown,
spilled carelessly.
Not fiery red—anger
has drained away now
(and just a little bit left).
But rosy red—
a sense of sadness.
.
It's silent.
.
Does water ever
hit your screen?
Do your eyes
fizzle and burn with
this feeling of loneliness,
this emptiness, this guilt?
Are your tears real,
or fake, forced,
dry and shallow?
Eyes open—seeking love?
Eyes closed—seeking attention?
.
It's silent.
It's dark.
.
Likes on Instagram,
heart reacts on Facebook—
friends and family
reduced to numbers,
feelings to emojis and
relationships to lies
and orchestrated truth
hidden behind walls of
drunk calls and texts.
.
Tears hit your pillow—
lying in the dark, alone.
After a while, your eyes
are dry as the desert—
good enough to pass
for the mask
you've been creating
since years.
.
It's silent.
It's dark.
You're alone.
.
Not sitting with friends
forcing them to come,
but tagging them in
vague memes and
stories, hoping someday,
someone would come.
Editing captions—
perfectly constructed and
posted to your followers—
you try and go about
your day as normally
as you could.
.
But the dead feeling,
it's still inside.
Only you can see it,
feel it.
It's silent.
It's dark.
You're alone,
lonely,
shallow—
and the worst part is
that, you know.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Silent //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay23 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day23.
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• [Trigger warning: Depression & self-harm.]
.
Raindrops on your pillow—
the steady pitter patter.
No cats or dogs,
thunder, lightning,
storm clouds.
In fact,
the room shines—
radiant, warm,
and yet, darkness still
leaks through the
floorboards like water.
.
Red raindrops—
on the carpet,
in the sink,
soak into paper
like ink left to drown,
spilled carelessly.
Not fiery red—anger
has drained away now
(and just a little bit left).
But rosy red—
a sense of sadness.
.
It's silent.
.
Does water ever
hit your screen?
Do your eyes
fizzle and burn with
this feeling of loneliness,
this emptiness, this guilt?
Are your tears real,
or fake, forced,
dry and shallow?
Eyes open—seeking love?
Eyes closed—seeking attention?
.
It's silent.
It's dark.
.
Likes on Instagram,
heart reacts on Facebook—
friends and family
reduced to numbers,
feelings to emojis and
relationships to lies
and orchestrated truth
hidden behind walls of
drunk calls and texts.
.
Tears hit your pillow—
lying in the dark, alone.
After a while, your eyes
are dry as the desert—
good enough to pass
for the mask
you've been creating
since years.
.
It's silent.
It's dark.
You're alone.
.
Not sitting with friends
forcing them to come,
but tagging them in
vague memes and
stories, hoping someday,
someone would come.
Editing captions—
perfectly constructed and
posted to your followers—
you try and go about
your day as normally
as you could.
.
But the dead feeling,
it's still inside.
Only you can see it,
feel it.
It's silent.
It's dark.
You're alone,
lonely,
shallow—
and the worst part is
that, you know.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Silent //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay23 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day23.
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• The city stares back at me
through a clouded window,
echoing the buzz of
shuffling feet and car engines,
the reassuring hum of the living.
The grey of the buildings
reflect on the waves
in my coffee cup
warping the scene and
making time seem like a mirage.
I made it to this city
on my own,
wandering amongst the night lights
as if they would lead me home.
But, they led me here—
they illuminated a
minuscule apartment
at the end of the street,
with tiny gardens growing
in the veins of the walls.
It is here,
that I sit on the couch,
drink my coffee,
and look through the dirty window
where the city stares back at me—
and I'm finally home.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Home //
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• The city stares back at me
through a clouded window,
echoing the buzz of
shuffling feet and car engines,
the reassuring hum of the living.
The grey of the buildings
reflect on the waves
in my coffee cup
warping the scene and
making time seem like a mirage.
I made it to this city
on my own,
wandering amongst the night lights
as if they would lead me home.
But, they led me here—
they illuminated a
minuscule apartment
at the end of the street,
with tiny gardens growing
in the veins of the walls.
It is here,
that I sit on the couch,
drink my coffee,
and look through the dirty window
where the city stares back at me—
and I'm finally home.
.
~ Priyanka Sahoo • @themetrophile 🌼
// Home //
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#NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMoDay22 #NaPoWriMo2019 #NaPoWriMo2019Day22.
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• For What Is And What Isn’t •

The sky turned from grey to black and with a rainbow-like glow my darling came back.

With love in her eyes she looks at me and she smiles for no apparent reason
From the time she comes and to the time she goes I'm in a constant state of awestruck
I travel too much, haven't reached my destination, but my heart is with her, it's stuck.

I overthink, I drink, I forget to blink
But she says "Look at me, It'll be alright, don't worry"
On the bed, in her arms I could spend a century
But even that would not be enough for me.
-Sourabh Toraskar ©2019

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• For What Is And What Isn’t •

The sky turned from grey to black and with a rainbow-like glow my darling came back.

With love in her eyes she looks at me and she smiles for no apparent reason
From the time she comes and to the time she goes I'm in a constant state of awestruck
I travel too much, haven't reached my destination, but my heart is with her, it's stuck.

I overthink, I drink, I forget to blink
But she says "Look at me, It'll be alright, don't worry"
On the bed, in her arms I could spend a century
But even that would not be enough for me.
-Sourabh Toraskar ©2019

Photo Credit @_bishaal.mitra__
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