• Apocalypse •


Night rains in pitch-black infinity.
That's how it always was.
A lighting struck, silent as a sea. For a few moments, I peered into black nothingness. And right after, the apocalypse occurred. The clouds tore apart into the deafening thunder.

That's how it always was.
A memory captured on a polaroid.
For some blinded breaths, my eyes swam amid the phosphene. Rainbow, really- I lived a million colours in a jiffy.
And then, the apocalypse... when the picture rolled out, it was torn into two- you took memories of me, I took memories of you. Lovers turned strangers, clouds repelled apart, want it or not, but always destined to.

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Evil and good both are grounded in your soul.
It's upto you to let any one of them to come out.
You will be influenced by others
And that is certain because we grow by seeing others.
It's upto you to grasp good and avoid the evil.
It's not that easy but it's not that hard too.
You can grow up good, if you will follow your instinct.
Your soul also helps you to grasp the good, even when you are surrounded by evil which you are most of the time.
So, make your own polaroid filter, surrounding your soul, in such a way that only good energy find its way to your soul and evil get absorbed by polaroid.
And never forget to upgrade your polaroid filter.
Because as you grow up you will be encountered with more evil in your surrounding.
So, let your polaroid filter work in both the directions because evil is already there in you soul.

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He made my scars bleed, cuts through the heart's veins
You felt like bandages, filled my every void
Blur picture promises, he put them in a broken frame,
You made me laugh in every kiss,
Our love, I think is Polaroid.

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Nothing rushed has turned into wonders.
Have patience, ascend yourself to miracles.🍃
Serenitysworld©

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You're polaroid,
a quiet permanent memory,
a mark on my face
and I desperately wish
they don't read you on me.

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In the era of digital images,
she still loved the idea of polaroids.

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Thinking interferes with
mutual understanding.
Loving others get polarised.
Hope gets scattered ,
Experience gets
diffracted
all the time
we meet others.— % &

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Someone asked me why are you so fascinated by the shades of black and white?
Do you so hate the colours?
I replied, "No... It's because I love the ancient days and also the way people used to capture their precious moments in those small monochrome photographs..."

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