Hi! I am Vaishnavi and I use writing as a tool, to express myself. I love to write and I hope you all will like my content too.
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“Make yourself so happy so that when others look at you they become happy, too.”
— Yogi Bhajan
If I don't talk
don't wait for my response.
If I don't come
don't call me..
If you think, I am moving alone
Than don't join me.
If you feel I am not the same. than Yes, I am updated leaving all my boundaries behind
If I am not here
Don't wait , you have a long path to cover.
The sky starts turning dark
The shadow got long and hard.
A street light on the road having a pleasant walk alone.
Some voices can be heard
Some crackers can be seen,
Glorifying the dusk.
The sound of maracas
Spreading enthusion in a lonely Zone
I can see souls dancing
Grieving out of pain with a smiling face
Standing there, as if time stops
Watching the celebration of a new begining .
Of many lives coming out of an individual
Is this what, I am seeing is practical,
Or it is just an delusion which complete my incomplete part.
The magic in the air felt to be true.
It was spreading along me .
My mind becomes still.
Collecting my disperse part with guilt, and
recognizing what is mine which can give me a ray to shine.
In this lonely place
I can find people like me
We came here to find ourselve
Going back with a rebirth of life.
What's that poem about the cockroach and the moth where the cockroach is like "I wish I've ever wanted anything the way that moth wanted to burn itself up in that lantern" because we had to read that in high school and it still fucks me up to this day
I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~
THE TALENT
MAAM EK AUTOGRAPH PLEASE???<33333
BHAI WHEN WILL I GET YOURS THEN IF WE ARE TALKING ABOUT TALENT? YOU GOT THE RIZZ BABE!❤️
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Is that even a question? Of course it's yours @leeknowbuttsmasher and yes @literatureismyutopia
poems written by you>>>
THANK-YOU! I JUST TRY TO SAY WHATEVER I FEEL LIKE AND PUT IT ALL OUT IN THE UNIVERSE THROUGH THEM. TRUST ME! It feels so lighter then!❤️❤️❤️❤️
“A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.”
— Roald Dahl
Let me sleep
Today I feel you missing from me.
I have this extremely deep void that I don't know how I'll ever fill.
I wish I could talk to you,
I have always, but today it has become unbearably heavier and light at the same time.
I wish we could greet eachother just like we always did.
I don't want anything new, I just wish for the old things and the silly talks
I still have so much to tell you. I want to tell you so many things, but the thing is you wouldn't listen. Only if you would, I would probably go on forever.
The truth? I miss you. Yes, I do.
Even if you somehow blame it all on me, I really will take it all. I don't mind how you've changed, people change for good, but I'm just extremely hurt that I am nowhere in your "change". Not even my shadow.
"People change and forget to tell each other."
I will still wish.
The feminine urge to impress the ghost of Oscar Wilde.
Absolutely true
Not mine.
Not by me.
This is a ‘Thank you’. Inspired by the countless stories sent to me by shelter workers and volunteers.
You can always start over with things- wrote something wrong? Start over. Ruined a project? Start over. But how do you start over with a faulted friendship? Can you start over, as if nothing happened before? How do you state the facts? How can you know when things started to go wrong? How do you know when the other person switched off along the way, while you were busy telling things, which are nothing if not truth? How could you start over?
I started Puppet History recently, so have a drawing of The Professor despite the fandom probably being dead
“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”
— Unknown
BEACH GIRL
There was this girl,
I saw that day.
Running along the shore,
Running as she may.
She was beautiful,
She was different.
The Sun seemed to reflect her shine,
All eyes were on her, even mine.
She felt like the winds,
Soaring to meet the waves.
She was like the sand,
Wet and warm.
All the assumptions I made,
Must have been true.
I never heard her speak,
But it must have been like flute.
I remember I tried to catch her,
Like a butterfly floating in a garden.
I tried to follow her,
But sadly lost her trace.
She disappeared in the waves of sunlight,
And the sparkles of water saline.
She must have been a thought,
But the prettiest I've ever got.
If it is the only option, it also is the only way out.
It's true, isn't it? Like on one side these memories are there, which we want to forget because of the pain they cause while remembering them. But on the other side they were created with the people who meant the whole world to us.
Even if they give us immense grief and refresh the old and untreated wounds, just because of that little bit of satisfaction of being able to have lived them, makes us hold on to them forever.
In the end, SATISFACTION succeeds PAIN.