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n-i-ran · 4 months
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n-i-ran · 4 months
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Wanderings of the mind in between nine to five.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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We forget time moves forward in a linear fashion.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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With mine ending, I fell hard and lay there mangled for life.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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She outlasted the last star on the horizon.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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Both dark around the edges.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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There is so much more beyond the barbed wires of guilt.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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Excerpt from a love story I never wanted to end.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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What if Déjà Vu was really just a loud *Oh-I'm-here-bitch-so-look-at-me-now* call of that manifestation which you didn't realise was being broadcasted live, that too in four freaking dimensions which had been on repeat telecast in your mind since like forever fuelling your analysis paralysis, spurring your wild ride and now you realise that the horse is truly on the run dear God, in flesh and blood.
Come on now, it wasn't about any horses.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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How we describe our daily routine is a major turning point in our lives and how we take the charge of chasing after ourselves to create better times lies hidden in it. We see us everyday, twice in the morning (and then every other time we spot a reflective glass anywhere) and then twice more before bed, yet we don't see us in a way we should.
Alarming.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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If thou did forgo the dark, thou hath not known world, hath not known joy and saith not wisdom.
-Niran
Wonder if I would start speaking in archaic English just to vex your morning mood, lol.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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If I placed my hands on yours to receive the warmth, then make your eyes look at me, for I can't do without. Let me bask in the alpenglow of your wholesomeness, your spirited gaze yet ever so soft which glints off your lashes, give them to me and meet me halfway. Through the impediments of taunts and stares, meet me, for I'm starved. Your fingers splaying over mine is the first step and I intend to travel the whole mile and dive the deepest, so meet me. Meet me when the water ebbs so I can stand on the dais and let myself be consumed with the sense of completion, with you, a momentous change in the breaking eve and glory to the Gods.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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Let the winds be silent today, call me in tomorrow as I join in the tempest of loving you, working with them in renewed frenzy, so harried winds fall silent yet again as my hands cohabit yours, as my breaths follow yours reverently.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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Run, be reckless while you still can. Your knees won't be able to hold your weight once you decide you have reached your limit. Once you come to that point of a stand-by, there is only remembrance and regret. Don't make room for regrets. Don't make room for unfulfilled moments, moments of yearnings and ruminations. If not running, don't stop walking by any means.
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n-i-ran · 5 months
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We have always stood at the beck and call of a dimension bigger than the widest spectrum of multiverses, yet here we are barging into neighbouring fields, our lust for territories undying, our love for lands unconditional and irrevocable.
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The struggle is so real I swear I could cry.
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n-i-ran · 6 months
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The names of everything on lips stayed, the wild weeks of the past month, what did not remain were my own, a sin I knew not I made.
-Niran
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