Jahnvi Shah   (- Jahnvi Lunavat)
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Writer and Designer
Author of : THE SPELL IN THE DUSK
Joined 13 February 2021


Writer and Designer
Author of : THE SPELL IN THE DUSK
Joined 13 February 2021
13 JUL AT 20:48

The stories of within.

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13 JUL AT 20:46

Lemon & Spices all over,
Mandalas at the doors.
All lights on, early good night
Chants echoing,
Herbal fragrances.
More scary versions,
Of bed time stories.

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24 MAY AT 3:00

My temper was high,
As someone stole my business,
Bloodshot eyes, with imposing nerves,
I stood and took a demonstride.

As informed, I shot a women.
As time passed, I realised my past,
Wrong was the tip, wrong was person,
I did fulfill my revenge, but guilt homed in corner.

A night, Two winters later, I heard a knock on my door,
An unforeseen sight, with a windy arrival,
Her spirit entered for reprisal,
Now we both share the spirit world.

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17 MAY AT 0:35

That immortal me
Would have nurtured many emotions than me
The past would always be memorable
The future would remain a thrilling challenge

The world would no more be beautiful
True loneliness would be my partner
The fading cultures and land could clench my heart
The turning world would define chaos

In that noisy land, if I still survive
Shall I restore a place to myself
A secret land of tressure
With culture and peace

A hidden section on this planet
Available to only to separate beings
Now that would a blessing
For that immortal me.

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17 MAY AT 0:27

As hot headed As I am
Scattering thoughts come back
Infused with ideas
Far beyond my reach

A business women to a queen of an empire
Huff! My dream land
Where I wanna be everything
As a skillful pride

These jamm packed my brain storage
Now I need to vent it off
Or shall they rot in me
Will they turn ambitious?

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15 MAR AT 23:49

Eaten by emptiness, As
Devils feasted
On my dreams

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15 MAR AT 23:42

Craving for your lust
Be my
Desire for tonight

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9 MAR AT 18:12

May I trance into,
The realm of devils,
And confront the gods
As we spread our empire.

If the gods leave,
The rules will be rewritten
Killing won't be a crime
And my sins would be praised.

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9 MAR AT 11:10

The breeze which flaunts my hairs,
Those tickling grass beneath my foot
That poking of sun
And peeks of moon.

How they pester my urges
Making me fall for them
Do I deserve them?
Or, do they deserve me?

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9 MAR AT 1:14

My cells
Which I burn
With my every temper.

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