writers + poets

[image] Night had an incomplete story to complete, so it lent the dark a taste of smoke and cedar, laced it with Jasmine— and I, with pen between my lips mistook us, for autumn: you the colour that stays, me, the leaf still falling. And we became the #autumnal tale. #vss365

[image] No warning comes before I act, I plan the hour, not just rage; this calm called #evil is in fact a patience built to fit the cage. I keep no anger in my hands, never raise my voice or blame; I build the order no one plans, a face no memory can name. #vss365

[image] a swipe and a slash stroke after stroke she masters the brush over burned pages a timeless rhythm of tender salvation ash lifts in quiet sighs, char remembering flame 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ #FoxProse #Amatory

[image] keep the seed safe hidden in a poets heart plant it in the ink of a tale wait a day, a minute, a life and watch it thrive an emerald promise of infinite miracles 🖤 #ωнιѕρєяѕ #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] #Tend the sapling of love, till it roots into the soil of life, and wait for it to blossom into an orchard to bring in seasons of shade, and strangers home. #vss365

[image] That #matchbox, untouched— yet its smell of char and smoke braided with petrichor, burned my autumn into monsoon. The unused one stayed longer: not your present, just your residue, an aromatic memory still striking. #vss365

[image] brief pause.. your shoulder became the place where i learned to rest to renew while holding moments steady against every headwind #vss365 #uropoet #headwind 📸 from X

[image] the uneven surface does not stop me my pen moves slower now learning you each line pressed between breath and skin ink fades; this stays beneath a warmth spreading emerald into ruby #vss365 #love #pen #uropoet #love 📸 from X

[image] some days assure us there is more to life a small nudge a tight hug someone next to you the little things quietly reminding you to breathe to live #vss365 #assure #life #uropoet 📸 from X

[image] unalloyed emotions enter clean then leave us fractured a man survives by diluting them but lives only when one feeling refuses to soften #vss365 #unalloyed #uropoet 📷 from X

[image] Their pain grew on #fertile soil of love — separation, a silent poetry of war and peace. She loved him like Tolstoy’s prose, he loved her like Neruda’s verse — a journal kept, called forever. They ached, yet loved. They pained, yet loved. They loved. #vss365

[text] … the night #reckons
moon's beauty— 
after long dispute
over its incandescence… 
 …then rumour
gathers weight,
and night believes that the 
moon betrayed the night for 
its love for the sea…. #vss365

[image] Empty pages whirl. A #magnanimous approach soothes the story out. #haiku #vss365

[image] Mutual disbelief curates a journal: storms, static, doubts. Then one small spark of trust turns #stormy nights to roseate dawn, doubt to love, disbelief into ache.. .. and a love story begins . #vss365 #foxprose

[image] under your hands lines we don’t see begin to shift a stroke, slow, deliberate across the page my favorite obsession was ink until it became you #vss365 #uropoet #shift 📸 from X

[image] The sun stood at its highest point and began, at once, its surrender. I have always thought there was a gothic elegance in that. The brightest things are already fading when they shine the most. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[text] I #renounced every choice to choose you. My nomadic heart found a home in you. How strange, renouncing everything was how I found my way home. #vss365

[image] barren light the walls ache softly I answer no one #vss365 #barren #life #uropoet 📷 Anish K Gupta

[image] Naughty heels go clickety-clack, red as a warning label, gait #razor-sharp, sharp enough to end arguments, without saying a word. Men sigh. Men stare. Men forget how words work. Women go higher, not for balance, just for the view from up here. #vss365

[image] Last #batch of yellow lilies lay scattered on the pillow that witnessed our union, a nascent beginning, some withered, some crushed beneath the weight of desire, some still inhibited, some coy, some fresh, the silent story of love and lip sealed moans. #vss365

[image] life kept moving without asking then you placed your hand in mine and momentum became music every hurried step learning slowly the quiet dance of love #momentum #vss365 #uropoet 📸 from X

[video] feral longing, the bee bruises itself on closed flowers #vss365 #feral #uropoet

[image] They held each other long till time forgot to move, silence thickening into bond, #patient touch asking for one thing only: to call this union imperial. We were you, me, names borrowed from another lifetime, waiting still to meet forever. #vss365

[image] #appraisal of our story. strangers, then acquaintance, then lover, this is how we were valued. now, what remains is forever stamped and sealed, bound by time to outlast it. #vss365

[image] I twist, I #turn, restlessness has moved address, from my heart to my mind, the shortest journey, the hardest one. And with that, night turned in insomniac’s paradise, and day an overthinker’s heaven. #vss365

[image] Three crows on a gravestone. One flew away. Then another. The third remained until dark. #Quietus. Night took the witness. #vss365

[image] we found each other that was never the problem time was the fiend always standing where the bridge should have been #vss365 #uropoet #fiend

[image] A #silhouette only exists for as long as there's something brighter behind it. Take the light away entirely, and the shape doesn't stay dark. It just stops being anything at all. I still go most evenings. I still get the same twenty minutes of dusk on my face. #vss365

[image] Morning #descends on my veranda, chaos, imperfection, coffee cupped in both palms. I remember that day we shared the morning rigmarole as equals. Time turned its wheel. We drifted. No more coffee, no more talk, only a silence with roots. #vss365

[image] I found a #garden where nothing had died properly. Roses opened with blackened petals, their perfume sweet enough to make my teeth ache. Beneath them, the soil breathed. It moved whenever I stopped watching. I left the gate open. It had grown around my footprints. #vss365

[image] Did you know colours define mood, a story of unvisualised emotion? When I understood this, I saw the color of numbers, lifetimes of togetherness, a #summit of painful separation. You and I narrate our stories, recite our pain on either side of day. #foxprose #vss365

[image] I stopped writing when I became too #empathetic to what I had imagined. I closed the book and left the page unfinished, one hand reaching for a door I would never open. This morning, a new sentence waited in my pen: I know why you stopped. #vss365

[image] More often than not, I wonder if longing has a colour — maybe a hue of crimson, or a shade lighter than mikado yellow. I #toil and paint to the mood of the ache, then surrender to the subtleness of monochrome — the shade of my own shadow. #vss365

[image] linger with me before i go the easel glows as memories turn light shimmers through the air my heart still beats only for you #turn #uropoet #vss365 📸 @Amatoryq

[image] This stranded cord I won't cut; the fraying is its own rite now. Worn threads keep the wound half-shut, a knot in place of every vow. The frayed have ceremony: to hold what breaks, name who's gone. I tend the altar I have made of what we were, and carry on. #FoxProse @FoxProse

[image] The sea does not #embrace the cliff. It keeps returning until resistance becomes another shape of surrender. Nature has never confused patience with mercy. #vss365

[image] “Do you think the #creation of soulmates was to help us believe in loving more than one person?” “What do you mean?” “You’re my lover. He’s my soulmate. He knows me deeper than you do.” “What?” “You hold my heart. He holds my soul.” #vss365

[image] Every morning the moon appeared in a different place. Rivers changed direction, names migrated between people while they slept. The only #novel thing was a book that stubbornly kept the same account of my life. #vss365

[image] Have you heard the sound of emptiness, of pain, not the noise we release, nor the cry we vent, but the whisper ribs cage and #console, the way it vibrates, sulks, reverberates, the goodbye that tore you from me, the stillness of the living dead. The mural. #vss365

[image] Pure #velocity unapologetically ripening with time #haiku #vss365

[image] Who knows what the next moment holds, why bet against the not-knowing, let the #dice design the fate instead, at least then the guessing is honest. #vss365

[image] "He loves me," "he loves me not." “She loves me,” “she loves me not.” A #conflict stark— Mind, a cacophony; heart, silently unclouded. .. and then they met, unsure, words, silence, fidgeting nerves, their lips met. A kiss, well earned. #vss365 #Foxprose

[image] #vss365 #love #life #uropoet days of longing we #partake quietly like a habit we never named the mind refuses rest but the body returns to the same fire not for the burn; for the need of it some days ask nothing grand just this: you stay your hand in mine steady until the

[image] A #poster hangs where no one looks, the paper curling at the eyes; it lists my name in fading hooks and never guessed my last disguise. They print the year, print the face, but not the time I found my way back to this exact same place; still standing here, alive today. #vss365

[image] One more step, a few more doubts, A slight #rift & chasm opens. One more step, a little further into trust, A few more beliefs & bond deepens. Same words, pasted differently, A hand weaves togetherness, Another, cunningly, separates. The rift: a ruin or a route? #vss365

[image] I didn't lose the memory. My mind built the fog-shrouded wall around it on purpose, brick by brick, the way you'd seal off a room you knew you'd never be ready to enter. #bionicanadian @bionicanadian

[image] You speak of herons and flowers, of night and dark, in one breath. You find possibility in our togetherness, and #embrace uncertainty. In this, I see unconditional love, spring living in you. But I fear you’re the illusion I keep calling real. #vss365

[image] No barren stone has troubled me, nor field that yielded little worth; I fear the richer soil may be too eager in its patient birth. For every root that seeks the sun, another learns the darker art; the #fertile earth makes room for one, then quietly prepares the heart. #vss365

[image] i kept my foot above the brake you kissed me like certainty and the whole evening rolled forward on its own #brake #vss365 #uropoet 📷 from X

[image] “the journey love remembers” #uropoet #vss365 #arrive