heyitsanushri

[heyitsanushri]

#stipplingportrait made for @harman.baweja ❤🙈 I extended this to almost a week and it sure took a lot of patience and dedication to stick to it (also procrastination ). NO WONDER WHAT LITTLE DOTS CAN DO. ❤😍 . (at Surat, Gujarat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAuAE6hJMWq/?igshid=1qez03cjx86wl

[heyitsanushri]

//OR NONE AT ALL// . .

How less I would be? If I stop creating. Will I be less of an artist? Or people who read me Through my words, Through my strokes, I would start reading my eyes. Or none at all. . How less I would be? If I disappear and ghost. Everyone, I think I know. Or would they try to reach out? To the possibilities of saving me. Would you be one of them? Or none at all. . How less I would be? If I stop feeling poetry. Like winds drying up my tears. Or explanations to all my misery. Like blood in my veins, That’s keeping my half heart alive. Or none at all. . How less I would be? If I stop reading and listening. Experiencing stories and songs. Like they are defining my persona. The way I live, love, and expect. Or none at all. . How less I would be? Knowing I feel too much. Fooling poetry, with paragraphs. That talk about my fears, Of how less I would be. Or none at all. . . -Anushri, feeling too much. . //27.05.20// . @unskilled.learner . IN FRAME: @vedika_chouhan_ ❤❤��� (at Surat, Gujarat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAs9a9DFrRC/?igshid=88o56nj5pps1

[heyitsanushri]

//Yet this love, it plays on loop//

We were just children, Naive in love. You smell like my old cupboard, And our friendship bands. You feel like an old love letter, I wrote years ago. Yet it reads exactly like, The one I am writing now. And its a mess! Of light and darkness. And now we are left with, Nothing for our own. . I often try to tell you, I am still running on those streets, Laughing with my hairs dancing in the air, And we are still trying to cross, Our hearts. Drowning and dying. We always end up, With nothing for our own. . I write poems, You read em’ like lyrics, Of your favorite rhymes. We have nothing for our own. . Yet you exist like a song. In my head, I am unable to get rid of it. I want to, yet this love; It plays on a loop Ever since I have heard It holds true, Facts I couldn’t deny. “I took your love And made it my own. You took my love and made it your own. Now we’re left with Nothing for our own.” Telling me yet again We were just children Naive in love. . . .

- Anushri, naive in love. @unskilled.learner //25.05.20// . . . THIS BEAUTIFUL SONG IS BY @hanitabhambri ❤❤❤ . . ( I literally haven’t got over it since months, some songs just keep you awake ❤🌸. )

[heyitsanushri]

“STUCK - A LOVE STORY ”

I am stuck At the 1st line Of a rhyming poem It probably will say a love story. I am stuck At the 2nd sentence Of an email It probably wants to say a love story. I am stuck At the 3rd stroke Of an illustration It probably describes a love story. I am stuck At the 4th hour Of an old clock It probably holds a love story. I am stuck At the 5th platform Of an ugly station It probably has lived a love story. I am stuck At the 6th button Of an average looking shirt It probably is a part of a love story. I am stuck At the 7th street Of an unusual city It probably has witnessed a love story. I am stuck At the 8th petal Of a dried rose flower It probably is deciding on a love story. I am stuck At the 9th cup Of an addictive coffee bean It probably has the smell of a love story. I am stuck At the 10th message Of an old best friend It probably should have been a love story I am stuck At the 11th chapter Of self-written novel It probably tells a love story And I can’t write further. Because I am stuck. . . - Anushri, ugh. href="https://www.instagram.com/p/CAGPx_GBblc/?igshid=1flork56g0byn">https://www.instagram.com/p/CAGPx_GBblc/?igshid=1flork56g0byn

[heyitsanushri]

Page 345. It is still telling me the same story, Like an obnoxious theory, Of finding happiness In an incomplete glory. Too much of rhyme, Like a riddle on crime. Examples of history Like a troll to my love. Too many of smilies, Like the comparison of flowers, With all my old pictures in a drawer. I was a sunflower. Now a rose, Alive in all thorns. They pluck my petals, Like my life moment by moment, Do they find love me Or love me not? Whatever I crawl to find my shawl, And hide behind the masks of all, Escaping one by one, In this world of tons. I take a deep breath, Introspection of all hesitation. I look down from this mirage, Smile and flip my hair, Like I love myself. And read words in this happy air. Page 346. It is still telling me the same story. . . - Anushri, searching self-love. ( P.S.: It can be read from bottom to top too, might wanna try :P )

IN FRAME - @raveena_panwar ❤❤

[heyitsanushri]

“LAST NIGHT” . Last night, I did not sleep, Although I could have. Last night, I was flying above, The scary house, Of not being enough, For the dreams I made. On the broom of overthinking, Sudden void of feelings. Emotions that made me vomit, The street food I couldn’t deny. I threw away my phone, Like a reflex action unknown. My brain to my soul, I went for a walk. After days of darkness, I saw some stars. Twinkling and talking, To my subconscious notebook. Where I kept my words, Unappreciated. Unappealing. Secrets of my universe. On the next page, On the next door, Of nightmares, Opposites. Lying to my heart, Were the illusions, Of darkness and stars. I couldn’t choose one. So last night, I did not sleep. . . . - Anushri, on the next page of nightmares. @unskilled.learner . . . . . IN FRAME - @x_19._ (Ipsita ❤❤) (at Surat, Gujarat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAVQUB2BaST/?igshid=aehl097wz5km

[heyitsanushri]

Its been a long day. Ignoring how your heart feels. Its heavy, Yet you have been laughing, Like an idiot. On a silly question, From a miserly movie, Why does this pain never end? . . Its been a long day. You have read too many poems. Heard too many songs. Watched too many episodes, Over and over again. Each times its blank ; You think about a friend, Who left without any reason, Or explanations. . . Its been a long day. Still you fight with a best friend. Put in all the energy, That isn't even left! And why you always, Have to be there at the rescue, For everyone unknown; And everything is known. . . Its been a long day. How unexplainable it is, That you say this every morning. Staying up all night, Staring at the darkness. Outside that lousy window; Inside a widowed mother. . . Its been a long day. Fighting with yourself, Telling how everything is so wonderful, How you suck at things; You are considered the best at. And you don't even care, You have to be too sweet, About how you had to, Struggle to cry standing at an edge. . . After all this and that, You're already trying to forget. It's been a long day, okay? . . - Anushri, long day uh. @unskilled.learner //23.05.20// . . IN FRAME - @raveena_panwar_ 🖤🖤 (at Surat, Gujarat) https://www.instagram.com/p/CAik1vZh6my/?igshid=s1y2kjxaa3us