Tag: Experimental Writing
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The Echo of the Loudest Lie(a poetry in one breath of fire) #poetry
In a visceral blend, I explore the tension between belief, disillusionment, and dissent. A response to the question, “What public figure do you disagree with the most?”, it is a lyrical confrontation of power, propaganda, and personal reckoning.
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Metrography of a Flame: A Love Sketched in Suburban Reveries #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
In the subterranean theatre of metro rides and neon-washed intersections, love stumbles, surges, and flickers like a poem refusing punctuation. Metrography of a Flame is a daring descent into the chaos of longing—where Ravi and Shreya, two drifting planets, collide in a dance of silences, texts, and incandescent glances. This poetic experiment is a tribute…
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Liturgy of Letting: (Letters written to the twilight #BlogchatterA2Z #poetry
A surreal tapestry of emotions unfolds across various abstract realms. This piece dances between detachment and tenderness, chaos and calm — revealing the beauty of not-quite-letting-go.
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Unwritten Edges: A Tapestry of Moments, Myths, and Misdirections #poetry
A second walks into a bar and orders time, neat. A woman steps off a train while a man steps on, their shoulders grazing but never turning back. A magician smirks at the reflection that refuses to be seen. Reality blurs, dreams whisper, and fate weaves its improbable dance. And in the end? There is…
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Ink’s Whispered Cartography #poetry
I trace the needle’s hum, / a vibration stitched into yesterday’s skin— / you, standing there, will ask me tomorrow, / ‘What tattoo do you want?’ / and I’ll laugh, / because the ink already blooms / where the collarbone dips, / a raven with eyes like fractured clocks.
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Shatterglint Hymns in a Bent Abyss #poetry
time is a jellyfish / stinging itself into knots, / tentacles of seconds / slapped against / the windshield of perception— / splat! / splat! / splat! / and the wipers / are broken, / smearing yesterday / into a greasy tomorrow.
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An Apology Letter to Someone I Wronged #WriteAPageADay #440
I dip my quill in ink the color of regret— not black, not blue, but something bruised. A shade that stains the air when two souls fracture. I write to you on parchment peeled from my ribcage.
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My Morning Routine: A Chronicle #WriteAPageADay #680
I wake in the hush before the hush before the hush before the scream of the clock. The bed swallows me, spits me out. I negotiate with the morning stranger in the mirror, promising coffee in exchange for recognition. Somewhere, the day waits, a beast at the threshold—it does not ask if I am ready.
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What Would I Do If I Knew I Would Not Fail? I Would—(No, I Already Did) #WriteAPageADay #850
I would—(No, I already did). I built cathedrals in the wind, unzipped gravity, and breathed in failure like oxygen. I sculpted oceans from reflections, burned maps, and let hesitation bloom into something unbreakable. What would you do if you knew you would not fail? No—what will you do, now that you know?
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The Odyssey of My Wayward Umbrella #WriteAPageADay #680
I am the seeker, the loser of things, And my umbrella, Once a shield of storms, Has betrayed me, Gone rogue, slipped from my grasp. It is not my fingers it desires anymore, But the wild breath of the wind.
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