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An euphonious evening,
amiable collection of hues,
changing forever,
till they're hugged by the darkness.
The sky plays beautiful rhythms,
and tunes can be heard for moments,
before silence grasps everything.
The beauty of a rhythmic sunset ✨
-Anneshwa 🌻
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And may you have the courage to live your mysteries with an open heart.
A dream that burned so bright,
it lit up the corners of the gloomiest alleys.
A dream as bright as the first light,
and as genial as a warm hug.
A gentle touch,
a glacé remembrance
of the sunny woods.
- Anneshwa ✨
I write because I am wretched, because I must make moan to someone or something. I write because I shall soon be dead. These lines will be the cold remains of my soul and thoughts and love, as my body will be the corpse of my warm flesh and blood. I write to declare my faith, to obtain pardon of my sins, to weep, because my tears strangle me and will put an end to me.
Juliette Drouet, from a letter to Victor Hugo, written on 1834
Jamil B. Holway, tr. by George Dimitri Selim, from Grape Leaves: A Century of Arab-American Poetry; “Throbbings”
I keep forgetting myself,
I keep forgetting my being,
my existence.
I keep forgetting my purpose,
I lose touch.
My body and soul disconnect,
I break myself over and over.
Everytime I feel this way,
I know it's time for a new chapter,
A new beginning,
A new voyage.
A journey to a new me.
-Anneshwa
Being touristy in your own city is a different kind of happiness.
green, green is my sister’s house | Mary Oliver
The moments between giggling beginnings
& sobbing peripheries.
My body got well aquainted
with your amber touch,
now remains unbothered in the alleyways
of fading emotions.
My heart remained sangfroid in
your presence,
even when the entire edifice was on fire,
but now me and my little heart burn
in your longing.
- Anneshwa
Safia Elhillo, from Home Is Not a Country; “Jinn”
Constantly pulled between what we've been taught, what we know and what we feel.
do you still feel my sickness in your bones?
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2021 | August 31
Evening lofi 🌟
An evening stroll with a person I love…
I tried to asseverate
the state of my heart,
I asked you to be gentle with it,
but you intervened,
tugged me close,
and kissed me mad.
Now I bleed your name
and your sight is out of reach.
I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.
I've lost all sense of clarity.
You should've let me complete my sentence,
before you kissed me,
because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.
-Anneshwa
On World Photography day here are few of my most favourite pictures that i have clicked 💛
Oh, well.
others: trauma
me, an intellectual: p o e t r y m a t e r i a l
For the first time in this lifetime, i felt miles of distance and an inch away closeness, in the same moment. Your mere words were enough to clutch my heart & make it bleed. You opened the gates with a volcanic force, slit my heart & went away in the morning light, and i longed just for another sight.
-Anneshwa
I would need infinite words to explain my vast love for you, i would need infinite minutes and hours and weeks and years. I would need infinite moments to make you feel the depth of my love. I would need infinite hugs to make you feel the true warmth of our bond. I want our love to exist for eons and for it to end it when infinity ends ✨💛💙
I hope you see my soul,
before you feel my touch.
I hope you seek,
with curious eyes.
We can go on a quest together,
to dig deeper into each other's souls.
The deeper i dig, the more i find about the hidden hamlets
in our soul fields.
I hope our souls are each other's last dream.
-Anneshwa 🌻
P.S i love this picture by @marinalaurel 💛
Sky's pink as she is shy,
we're looking at it's beauty and she wonders why?
We're all like the sunset skies ✨
Meet me on the bridge of glorified agony,
Afloat ; a floating incident between two grounds above water
Between a winsome arrival and a sorrowful departure.
Can we burn it, so that we don't have to cross the bridge?
Bridge will always be the metaphor for us.
It's a portal between two places,
And that's what we are.
Neither lovers, nor strangers.
- anneshwa
I find beauty in melancholy. Is it problematic?
I wanted to swim away from the calm river, to sail in the rumbling waves of the stormy sea. I wanted to know the depths of it, I wanted to feel the shake, ready to break free. I wanted to dive deeper, feel it close, know its layers. Insanity gripped me as i got closer, because in its extremity i found me, and my mind couldn't comprehend its own oceanic complexity.
- Anneshwa
Touch you, and touch you and feel you, and feel you from far, touch you from far, breathe you from far and bathe in you from far. I cannot get closer, you intimidate me, you scare me, the blazing fire in your eyes petrifies me.
-Anneshwa 💛