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She's neither a star nor the moon.
She the darkness that makes them shine, a beautiful darkness of an eternal kind.
Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_
P.S : That's me.

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(Warning : Contains triggering content)

I have your love
Imprinted on my skin
I can feel it
Deep within
Where you touched me
Not once but
Many times.

I have your love
Imprinted in my memories
That make me rectch
With their
Grotesque anatomy
Leaving me
A heaving mess,
Trying to hold on
To my sanity

I have your love
Imprinted on my skin,
Where you touched me,
Each caress,
A deathly snake
Constricting my lungs
Each breathe,
A struggle to take.

I have your love
Imprinted in my ears
Where your voice
Said things to me
Things I cannot
Just keep in the past
Of promises
I'm afraid you'll fulfill
I'm sure your
Patience will run out
At last.

I have your love,
Imprinted even in the places
You've not explored
For I fear
How much more dead
Could a person be,
What would happen
If you had touched
Me there too.

I have your love
Imprinted in my mind
That became a cage
To my spirit
My back aches
From where
You cut my wings
My lips ache
From holding back screams
And eyes sting
From hiding
A life time of tears there.

I have your love,
Imprinted on me
You were sure
To tattoo it
Correctly.

Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_

The image does not belong to me

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It was an out of the blue thought but as a philosophy student I'm used to having such ideas every now and then.
Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_
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Art by my lady love @sagarika99
Love me,
The way a pencil loves
The paper,
In soft, gental strokes,
Sometimes a fast rythm
Of a building crescendo
Other times a slow tune,
Like a hymn,
Like a prayer.
Let me be
The canvas
On which you sketch
Charcoal stories,
And then fold me
Carefully in your arms
For then, I'll not be a human
I'll be your master piece.

Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_
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I watched, dumbfounded
As reality slipped
From between my fingers
Like sand.
The more I tried to hold on
The more it slipped away
Clenched fists
Has got nothing on open palms
I wish I knew that before.
Now I stare
At empty hands
In a dark world
Wondering if
The shadow who follows me
Whispering in my ear
Is real.
Is she?

Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_

P.S : The image does not belong to me
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They say time heals
But
Does it?
I've known time,
It has claws,
Long and razor sharp
They tear apart
Piece by piece
Mastication is its art
Canine like teeth,
Bite on
The remains of humanity
That we try to hide in our skin
It's tongue laps
On our congruity
And we start shedding
Each value, a time
And time laughs
On our face
Our degradation sublime
To its eyes,
The same ones that saw us rise
From fur to skin,
From animalistic, primal,
To civilized and wise
Deep in the pits
Of it's stomach
Churns our morals
Into sins
And we wait
With tied hands
And helpless eyes
Watching our inevitable defeat
As time wins.
What are we, but mere pawns
That are draggged ahead,
Brought back
With time we evolved
Ape to man
Now we walk as time
Takes us back
Evolution? Revolution?
No, not quite.
It's a game of
Creation and execution.

Riya Surekha Mishra @riya_mishra_

Art by @jankishah1122_

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“The length of my clothes does not decide the height of my character”

There is so much more to a woman than the clothes she wears, she's an expression, a blank verse. She does not have to segregate herself in octave and sestet, into metres and rhymes. She can flow however she wants. She does not require your validation to feel herself worthy of respect, your labels are inconsequential to her glory and grace. Her body is her monopoly, to be loved, cared and worshipped by her alone. To wrap it in garments or strip it bare is her choice alone. She can love her scars like gems and wear her skin like an ornament. The way you see her is your problem because however she is she'll never be perfect for you, too dark, too pale, too skinny, too much weight. Your standard for beauty is outdated and it's not her concern anymore. She's not a sonnet, with rules of how she should be. She's an ode to the entire womanhood, writing her independent and unique art of feminity. You keep the rights and wrongs for yourself and she will keep her passion and radiance, don't get too close, she'll burn you. And prude, slut, whore, tease, nun, bore, old-fashioned are the adjectives that belong in your ancient vocabulary, in hers there's only one, woman. To her, every woman is a human and a sister. She doesn't compare herself with them, she helps them nourish and they help her and together they walk, in scarves, saris, shorts, skirts, bikinis, tank tops, shirts, dupattas, dresses, gowns, jeans, t-shirts, jerseys, crop tops, without a bra, with a bra, in a burqini, in a hijab or naked. Her clothes are not an extension of her personality. Her clothes do not make a 'no' 'yes'. Her clothes do not give you the permission to touch her, grab her, fuck her without consent. So, moron, keep your opinion, your comments to your own petty self. Us, women are above reproach. We were born free, we'll live free.
Riya Surekha Mishra
@riya_mishra_

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