Harani Boopathi   (Harani B)
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Adventurer in words .
Occasional Writer.
Escaping reality one book at a time.
Joined 17 January 2017


Adventurer in words .
Occasional Writer.
Escaping reality one book at a time.
Joined 17 January 2017
7 APR 2023 AT 11:47


Barely touching hands,
The ivy vines on barren wall,
Emerald choker on her long neck,
The Unhinged hair on his forehead,
Autumn leaves on old cars,
fragrance of blooming flowers,
shells that waves bring to you,
sand that sticks to your shoes,
blend of pastel hues on the sky,
Moon, sun and stars,
Light that peeks through curtains,
Tiny plants that grow amidst concrete pavements,
Froth at the end of coffee mugs,
strays finding you....
To me, every minute of existence is an art.
Every art is a catalyst for existence.

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3 APR 2023 AT 15:54

Dual vision.

Everyone of us share the same sky.
Yet someone is breathing in the first
ray of light,
Whereas other, is bidding goodbye to their day with a long sigh.
Some of us see colored hues on the canvas,
While a few see wordless stories.
Few of us love and long in words,
While the other gives tight hugs.
You think you are just a mediocre human.
I see a heart of an artist,
who weaves patterns of mirth,
shades of assurance and
strokes of excitement
into dull days and hard nights.
I wish I could share my vision with you,
So you can find how breathtakingly
marvelous and quintessential your existence is....

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17 FEB 2023 AT 0:30

There are just some places,
that gets associated more with
a particular person you know there,
potential plans you had,
bucket lists you've made....
Than what it actually is known for...

Like I'll never get over hearing
someone talk about that city,
without your name slashing
at my old scars,
or the little rendezvous,
we planned to have there.

You wreck me even in the parallel universe.
I wish I could hate you for this ....

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14 FEB 2023 AT 20:42

I've buried so many desires and memories in my heart,
that it resembles a grave and
the chambers are nothing,
but Urns.

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4 FEB 2023 AT 20:54

Night's Rainbow....

For eyes that are open,
without conditions and prejudices,
rainbows appear in night ,
and stars swirl in day.
Those who believe in magic,
see sunshine on traffic lights,
and pond in coconut.

Believe in the magic of existence !!

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27 NOV 2022 AT 18:38

Creature of habit.

Changes are scary,
little too uncertain, like
that of the flimsy hold of familiar air,
on our exhausted lungs.
The knives cut in deep,
yet the hands hold on deeper.
Since they were made believe that no one else would want to hold them.

Insecurities make us creatures
of habit.
No matter how unhealthy they are!!

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17 APR 2022 AT 21:30

There will be a place you might love,
to visit one too many times.
It might leave you dangling between realms of dream and reality.

Where there are no blarring vehicles,
bare roads,cold lamps that glow,
But!
Where the trees tickle the clouds,
until it drops rain.
Where the branches have
a pace of their own,
Waving from side to side at ease.
Birds walk around testing waters,
A river makes harmonies as it glides past the ancient rocks.
There is nothing in the heart,
other than, the
perennial wave of tranquility.

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16 APR 2022 AT 1:04

The need flares up,
fueled by wild air.
Claiming dormant cells to fire up,
like first rain after dry summer,
petrichor wafts through the air,
sticking to odd places.
I stumble as beats raise,
singing a harmony of soft whispers.
eyes swirl into a dark whirlpool,
and my hands search for support,
as my legs turned into jellies.
A hand rakes through my hair,
sending the clumsy nerves into frenzy.
A slight shiver runs up the skin, and travels down the spine.
As you calligraph your desire
on my skin, letter by letter,
with prolonged touches and
consuming kisses,
I learn the prologue of
DESIRE.

From the master.

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16 JAN 2022 AT 23:13

To learn that your absence wouldn't mean anything is both excruciatingly painful and gradually liberating.

The freedom of being forgotten.

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21 DEC 2021 AT 8:34

Onsra. 

The last wave, 
too lost, a bit urgent and, 
in a dilemma. 

I saw you moving forward, 
dragging your feet, 
ready to turn around,
come right back.
To the place you chose 
to leave behind. 
The place and the person. 

I know, you'll get over this,
Changes make you think,
As if the previous place was your home. 
But homes don't suffocate you. 
You said it did. 
I'll get over it too!
In a moment or in a year. 
Or as i waltz through life,
One milestone after other. 

With us as a bittersweet memory,
In the corner of my hopeless heart. 

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