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Whisper on me by aishwaryajain, literature

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Whisper on me

Upon the touch of an eye, Fair eye, A million drops pour A million drops cold, Stars descend down to dwell, As a million miles roll, A million thoughts unfold, And the blessing of love- Everlasting Joy And the comfort of life- Eternal Ploy ....The dancing rain and the hushed pain.. Oh whisper on me the life that remains, With the flight so steep and laughter insane, Oh whisper on me the life that remains, ....Whisper on me your life that remains.. And the essense of life- Pure Bliss And the renewed strife- Shallow Abyss ..And the far away steps to the dark black home, Not tiresome, not lonely, not all alone.. ..In the d

I'll rise by aishwaryajain, literature

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I'll rise

If I smile when I see you cry, I can sure be happy forever.. If I laugh when I feel you gone, You won't see me blue, oh never.. Let me rejoice in your bitter words, Let me dance as you sing your hurts, Oh, I will wink at your defeated sighs, I will be proud to dream the good-byes, I can love the way you look all so tired, I can say that your beauty is a lie, I can feel you in his arms all night, I can tell you, you never were mine, I will let you fall so I can rise, I will let go of you, pitiful guise.. You might want me to be happy as thus, I can assure you your tears will keep me such, Your forlorn eyes will exult me, When

A Deserted Island by aishwaryajain, literature

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A Deserted Island

Blue waters to surround me, Soundless nights to remind me, You left me long ago, Under this clear sky we owned. I wake up with the morning Sun Sometimes before the Sun Hoping to find you near me I hope you be near me, But all I see the sky clouding, All I hear is the wave's shouting, Telling me you left me long ago, Alone, Under this clear sky we owned. And now I am a deserted island, Shadowed by the reflection of your face. And now I am an island drowning, Drowning in the ocean of shattered solace..

Bittersweet Memories by aishwaryajain, literature

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Bittersweet Memories

The crumpled bedspread, now only an evidence, My cheek stained red, reducing my resistance, An aroma in the bathroom, a feel to cherish, A beer-bottle and a perfume, a taste I relish. And now... Those sweet memories.. I hold on to them tight and live again the nights, Sweet memories.. I think and become insane and creeps over the pain, Oh, bittersweet memories.. On the floor, the rose trampled, My solitary heart, bed-dazzled, As I think of.. Those sweet memories.. I hold on to them tight and live again the nights, Sweet memories.. I think and become insane and creeps over the pain, Oh, bittersweet memories.. Those bitterswee

The Road Worn Out by aishwaryajain, literature

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The Road Worn Out

And yet another ventures, Out on the same path, Steps in a puddle, Trips on the gravel, The road is straight, so straight, No crossroads, no highway, And they all pursue it, And they all are enlightened. The Road oft taken, Brazenly Broken, Laborious Day's Token, Leading to Heaven.. It tells you how to live, To live and let live, And then when your time comes, Heaven is waiting.. I see the streetlights, They are dim, they are broken, Mist is all set, Imagination stolen. This Road Oft Taken, Takes you into youth, Into colors and joy, To girls and to sweet fruits, Then when you are aging, You're in a big office, Nappin

Memories-July 4, 2005 by aishwaryajain, literature

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Memories-July 4, 2005

I met her after two months. At school. The summer vacations weren't too eager to leave. But now, after two months, I saw that warm, lovely smile, those coy eyes, the sylph-like figure, I simply could not think of what to say. We chose a seat at the back of the class, next to the backdoor. The breeze was too romantic. It blew over her face and rendered a beautiful shine to her eyes. I wanted to hear her speak. Fifteen minutes, no word. The teacher was now taking the attendance. I didn't realize my name being called-out, thankfully, an old pal answered for me. Now, she called out her name, "Raveena!" She looked at me and I thought I almost chok

Stringing on.. by aishwaryajain, literature

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Stringing on..

Stinging on, but the cords are brittle, I string once more and they break by little, My hands don't hurt but they are heinous, Breaking the cords joined by us, I throw away the guitar that played our own music, I look back numb but with a heart that's sick, I dive in now, in the pool of our love, The pool we gathered drop by drop But I dive too hard, only to hit the floor, and break my head as those cords somewhere roar, Now I try too hard to gather the drops, Only to wet my hands with the liquid of our love, And you spill some more liquid, Shed another tear, And I, thirsty, hungry, All the while persevere, Now I am in the for

The Bad Toothpaste by aishwaryajain, literature

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The Bad Toothpaste

I don't like this toothpaste, he thought. Ma-aa-a-a, he called out aloud. She was not home. With the brush in his hand invisible due to the foam, and a snowy Irish beard and Arabian moustache, he opened the refrigerator, took out the mango essence and poured some drops on the toothbrush, reflected for two seconds, then spat the foam and some phlegm in the basin. With a deep breadth, he tried to produce friction between his teeth and the brush. Finally, he rinsed his mouth and directed his vision towards the pie that had been waiting for him since the past 30 minutes. As he dug his canine denture into the soft cake and extracted it back, somet

Un-plastic-ated by aishwaryajain, literature

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Un-plastic-ated

To love, To life, To strife, ------------------- There were scarlet and golden and emerald and purple papers cut into putatively pleasant shapes, hung on the wall. Giane picked up the diamond-studded watch and frowned. He locked it away in the same locker that "preserved" the "things" his parents gave him. He locked away the heart shaped stone his girlfriend gave him with all the presents in another closet. Shelly was very excited about the stone. She said it took her three hours to sculpture the stone and paint it red and write Giane's name over what she said was her own heart. "A heart of stone", Giane was unimpressed. The only gift tha

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Un-plastic-ated by aishwaryajain, literature

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Un-plastic-ated

The Bad Toothpaste by aishwaryajain, literature

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The Bad Toothpaste

Stringing on.. by aishwaryajain, literature

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Stringing on..

Memories-July 4, 2005 by aishwaryajain, literature

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Memories-July 4, 2005

The Road Worn Out by aishwaryajain, literature

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The Road Worn Out

Bittersweet Memories by aishwaryajain, literature

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Bittersweet Memories

A Deserted Island by aishwaryajain, literature

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A Deserted Island

I'll rise by aishwaryajain, literature

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I'll rise

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What if I loved you? by synthwrr, literature

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What if I loved you?

What if I loved you? What would it mean? What if I missed you, In the time it takes to say goodbye? What would you say, If I told you I’m sorry; That I cannot make this ok; Can’t make it right; Can’t make it stop? What if I told you you’re breaking me? That my heart cannot take the damage it gets? From me, not from you—you would never do such a thing As hurt me, and thus I must do it myself. Without hurt, it cannot end—and it must end. But wait. This was to be about you— You, the one I cannot describe— But with phrases so oft-repeated that they mean nothing—

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aishwaryajain

Jan 13, 2006

Devious Journal Entry

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Sorry, you all. I've been too inactive for quite a while now. I couldn't write anything. And life is generally a big mess. I'm trying to get things in place. Thanks for reading my work. Cya all. Take Care:)

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aishwaryajain

Dec 23, 2005

Come, O Time!

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Erasing the last words I said, I wait for you to come and write the last stanza of my life As I am here, on my deathbed. No steps, no stones, no colors I see, I only dream of an aimless deer cutting through the forest with some fear I shall find just your sleep serene. Come, O Time and do your task, Wither away this lump and my breadths you take or dump But come and save me fast. For when I can see treachery, When I cannot behold beauty, Can hear no melody, Come! Shed the drapery Come! Shed the drapery.

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aishwaryajain

Dec 21, 2005

Illinglish

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https://forum.deviantart.com/devart/general/544611/ This is a languange I came up with, with the help of all these wonderful people, which is ever developing.. Here are some words: rep/repo:      Short for 'Reputation' fantabulous:  We all know of it! Fabulous+fantastic fab:              Short for 'Fabulous' baddest:        Superlative form of bad gooder bestest cho chweet Kix sweash:  (I love this one) Kick ass stupidest chillax:         ol' one, but i love it! Chill+relax confuzzled:   confused+puzzled bananalicious, applelicious, mangolicious and so on with all of em.. bananologist, avocadologist, etc for the professions..