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[harshitanagpal]

To loving and leaving the windows of desire,

To hiding and finding my insecurities in the poems and pictures,

To learning and unlearning my heart back and forth,

To undressing my soul so I could curse it a little more.

To flipping my parts and pieces like I am an abstract of a book I would myself not read aloud,

I used to play songs on loop so I might just stop thinking ; (thinking is for the good)

Terribly hurting my head through words, because I was too unsure about what I feel every second (poison)

To caressing and abandoning the brothel of phrases (I love phrases)

Going through 300 chapters of self care and love and coming back to the scratch

I have now learnt that ,

I am allowed to feel warm, safe and loved with me and the world ( honestly , I sometimes fail )

It is okay and just not too much to ask for,

I can happily sit under the same stars with people I adore so much

( I love them too much to not do that <3)

planning about the next booze session, because I look cute when I am drunk

I can genuinely kiss the kindness the universe has to offer

and forgive myself for being too hard on my mind and skin,

I know that healing is a process and protecting my energy at all costs is the goal.

-harshita.

[harshitanagpal]

I’ve officially decided my favorite relationship trope is “at first I was perpetually bothered by your mere existence but somewhere along the way you became my best friend and oh yeah I’m also in love with you.” Nothing else matters.

[harshitanagpal]

Apne chehre se jo zaahir hai chupaeyen kaise, teri marzi ke mutaabiq nazar ayen kaise.

Ghar sajaane ka tasawwur toh bohot baad ka hai, pehle yeh tay ho ki iss ghar ko bachaayen kaise.

Qahaqaha ankh ka bartaaw badal deta hai, hasnewaale tujhe ansu nazar ayen kaise.

Koi apni hi nazar se to hamein dekhega, ek qatrey ko samandar nazar ayen kaise.

— Waseem Barelvi

[harshitanagpal]

“Artists are people driven by the tension between the desire to communicate and the desire to hide.”

Donald Winnicott

[harshitanagpal]

Company-Mandated Happy Hour

Nice little schedules, tied up in a bow. Clocks on pedestals tick forever more As lifeless rhythms dictate the day’s flow. What will you give them? Everything, I’m sure

-S

[harshitanagpal]

What else could matter anyway¿

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I hope you're all doing fine. 💕

[harshitanagpal]

Oh, how bewildered tenderness could be,

it chose violence through words,

that nobody understands.

It pictured you in bits and pieces

of misery and hope, so my art

could be subtle enough to what

you say “let me go”.

The moist yet warm skin

screaming for that touch of yours

singing love through phases of

melancholy and dusted thoughts.

For all eternity and beyond that,

the dear heart of you and I,

stays apart so we shall always

remember the grief of the universe,

with no choice.

Out of ignorance and dear love,

you stay immortal in stories unheard,

So you will always hate the colours

of poetry as they shall remind you

of your lover's love,

so unworthy.

-harshita.