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Akshay Vasu

There is part of me in everything that i jot down. Pluviophile | Nyctophile | Selenophile.

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There was silence at the beginning and at the end. In between, there were a million words, and there were a few silences too. Their ghosts never sought the words and always searched for the places wherever the silence existed in the middle. And in the end, all those ghosts in the middle moved towards the silence that existed at the beginning and at the end. Where most of the ghosts already existed and decided where the creation of new silence and the memories of old silence would begin.

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Beginning and memories of silence

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Beginning and memories of silence #akshayvasu #Silence #Memories #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

Every time someone tried to move or steal a brick from that fort, the fort completely collapsed on them to save itself. It has destroyed itself every single time to save itself.

©Akshay Vasu The Fort

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The Fort #akshayvasu #HeartBreak #Save #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

The string from that demon's fingers had attached to him. And the demon was making him dance whenever it wished. One day, tired of this, he chopped off the head of the demon and threw it away with all his strength. But even after losing its head, the demon stayed alive. Not being able to see him or the strings, the demon began moving its fingers frantically. And he wished if only he hadn't chopped off the head of the demon.

©Akshay Vasu That demon's Head

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That demon's Head #akshayvasu #demon #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

That ship has been sinking in a place where a thousand rivers carrying a million memories come and create an ocean. That ocean has a layer for each memory. Each memory has a different color and feels to it. The layers never end. And every moment, there is always a new river that arrives and merges in that place.

©Akshay Vasu The Sinking Ship

#akshayvasu #memories

The Sinking Ship #akshayvasu #Memories #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

You threw many cages at the bird and asked it to choose one. You called that freedom.

©Akshay Vasu Freedom

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Freedom #akshayvasu #Freedom #Cage #Poetry

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The cage was put around that tree when that bird which loved that tree was sitting on it. The bird wanted to escape the cage, but it didn't want to leave the tree it loved.

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The tree and the cage

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The tree and the cage #akshayvasu love #HeartBreak #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

That spell wouldn't work the same on everyone. The way it affected someone always depended on what their soul was made of and what their heart had gone through.

©Akshay Vasu The Spell

#akshayvasu #heart #soul

The Spell #akshayvasu #Heart #Soul #Poetry

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Akshay Vasu

It was the love where you had to lose yourself completely while trying to find yourself. It was the love where you would forget to search for yourself after you were completely lost.

©Akshay Vasu Love

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Love #akshayvasu love #HeartBreak #Poetry

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And at that moment, both birth and death took their first and last breath together.

©Akshay Vasu First and last breath

#akshayvasu #life #breath

First and last breath #akshayvasu life #breath #Poetry

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Where did we meet? How did we meet? Did you feel the same way as I did when we met? Were we bleeding in the same way? Was our blood of the same color? Did our wounds look the same? Now, look at me. Do our scars look alike?

©Akshay Vasu From the beginning

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From the beginning #akshayvasu #Memories love #Poetry

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