Look,
How these glamorous colours are spilled,
Manifesting my wild desires, inky fears,
And promising betrayals,
Every night I choose a new paint,
I place dead flowers on my grave,
I’m stunned to see,
How your old texts still fucks my head with the same old exertion,
And leave my eyes bleed,
in dead nights,
Yesterday, I chose a promising red,
To experience, how you relished my virginity,
And I end up at carving your deception,
Over my bare breast,
Which were groped by your dirty impressions?
in back of wreak buildings, in filthy public bathrooms,
I thought you were a man, thou,
I end up at feeding a faithless beast,
Poorly.
Reblogged this on Secret First Draft and commented:
Secret First Drafts would like to introduce you to the divine Niharika Tanwar.
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Aw! Thank you so much ☺️
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Niharika- just wow!
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Thank you so much for reblogging. Deepest respect. 🙂
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It is breath taking
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I appreciate your views, but it’s dark too just like my thoughts.
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I stopped denying my darkness and am learning to love it as part of me. Perhaps this is why your work called to me.
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May be. Thanks for stopping by. I’ll try my best to deliver different shades of dark to you.
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Hi Niharika- Couldn’t figure out how to privately message you but wanted to tell you that I am one of the managing editors of Secret First Draft and the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective. Hope you don’t mind the reblog to Secret First Drafts. We are trying to highlight exciting new-to-us writers.
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Oh, it’s totally fine 🙂 I’m thankful you loved my work.
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Reblogged this on Brave and Reckless and commented:
Biting, visceral writing from Niharika Tanwar
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