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azhagammai · 2 years
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In the need of care, love, empathy, dopamine,and peace.
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azhagammai · 2 years
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Let this night pass.
Let me achieve Little peace.
Well I'm broken.
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azhagammai · 2 years
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தேகமெனும் சிறையில் வாழும் ஆயுட் கைதியின் அகவுரை.
காதலற்று,அன்பற்று அரவணைப்பற்று காமத்தின் எண்ணமா என்று கூடத் தெரியவில்லை, உடல் வதைக்கிறது வரைமுறையின்றி.
உடல், தானே சிதைவுறுகிறது.
சித்ரவதை செய்கிறது.
இருட்டறையில் பூட்டு வைக்கப்பட்டிருப்பது போன்ற உணர்வு. எதற்காக இந்த ஏக்கம் என்று தெரியவில்லை.
எதைக் குறித்த ஏக்கம் என்றும் புரியவில்லை. காதலா? இல்லை இதுதான் காம உணர்ச்சியா? இல்லை கால் கட்டப்பட்ட அந்த கழுதையைப் போன்று மனம் அலைந்து திரிவதால் ஏற்படும் எண்ணப் பிறழ்வா?
பைத்தியமா? எதன் மீது பைத்தியம்? என்ன தான் என் தேவை? ஒன்றும் புரியவில்லை. ஒப்பாரி வைத்து ஓலமிட்டு அழுவதற்குக் கூட என் உடலில் தெம்பு இல்லை.
தீப்பற்றி எரிவது போல் இருக்கிறது தேகம். வலிக்கிறது. எரிக்கிறது. அத்தனைக் கொடுமைகளையும் செய்கிறது என்னுடல்.
சுத்தியலால் உடல் முழுவதும் ஆணி அடிக்கப்பட்டது போல நரம்புகள் படுத்தி எடுக்கின்றன. குத்திக் குலைக்கிறது. வேதனையில் அனுதினமும் வாடி வதங்குகிறேன். வாடிக்கையாகிவிட்டது.
மூச்சு முட்டுகிறது.
முழங்கால் இறுகியிருக்கிறது.
என்னுயிர் தேகத்திலிருந்து பிரிந்து சென்று விடக் கூடாதா?
சத்தியமாக சொல்கிறேன்.
தற்கொலை செய்து கொள்ள துணிச்சல் இல்லை.
அப்படியே எப்படியாவது உடல் எனும் சிறையிலிருந்து நீங்கி சுதந்திரம் பெறத் துடிக்கிறது என் உயிர்.
பிச்சையிடுங்கள் என்று கையேந்தும் அளவிற்கு பஞ்சமாகிப் போய்விட்டது
அன்புக்கும் அக்கறைக்கும் அமைதிக்கும்.
இறக்கவே நினைக்கிறேன்.
இரவுகள் தொடருமா?
எத்தனை நாட்களுக்குப் பிறகு இந்த வன்முறை அடங்கும்?
நான் பிழைப்பேனா?
காதலில் நனைவேனா?
கண்களில் கண்ணீவிட்டே கரைந்து விடுமா காலம்?
கசக்கிறது ஒவ்வொரு மணித்துளியும்?
வாழ இயலவில்லை.
இருத்தல் என்ற நிலைக்கும் சோதனைக் காலம்.
இயலவில்லை.....
மரிக்கவே நினைக்கிறேன்.
மனநிலை சமநிலை அடையுமா?
இருத்தலும் நித்தம் இழத்தலும்.
வீழ்ந்துக்கிடக்கும் விசும்பு ✨
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azhagammai · 2 years
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"In every friend, we lose a part of ourselves and the best part."
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We were sitting at the back of the taxi, discussing the end of the movie we just watched with such passion that anyone would've thought we're talking about a worldwide dilemma. I hope it never ends.
We're twelve and we're out getting ice cream, the sun's heat is burning against our skin. Our bikes reclining on the wall. You're my best friend.
We're home. Writing in each other's diaries. Talking. I have never laughed harder. Chipped pink painted nails, shiny shoes and colorful pins. I like it when you smile. I never tell you how much I love you.
Your eyes are so beautiful and warm. We've read harry potter for the first time together. We talked for hours about the characters and details. Collected souvenirs and T-shirts of bands We've never even heard of.
You hold my hand while crossing the street. Matching bracelets. I am the happiest when with you.
Silly laughter and lame jokes. Your birthday is in July. Your favorite color is yellow. I know so many people but only you stand out. I am at a restaurant and I see your favorite dish. I repeat your favorite song and you repeat mine.
I cried with you when your little brother was in the hospital. We hugged. You gave me your orange sweater and I wore it for my mom's birthday. You're my best friend.
We talk about the future, I'm gonna have a job, buy a car and we'll listen to our favorite songs on repeat without any disturbance. We'll watch the night sky without having to sneak out. We'll be happy. And more importantly, we'll remain the best of friends.
I haven't seen you in years. I didn't cry when we said goodbye, perhaps I didn't know what it meant. You moved so far from town. I felt bitter for the best part of the year. I changed schools in the hope that I'll make new friends, fresh start. I feel like a stranger.
I pass your old house and I want to cry. I can't remember the last time we talked, or what did we talk about. I miss you but I don't talk about it anymore.
It's July, your birthday. I didn't mention it. I go to a restaurant but I do not see your favorite dish. I see a yellow notebook and I think of you.
Sometimes, I go to get ice cream from the same shop. For a moment, it feels like nothing has changed. But the journey's too depressing. I don't have a bike anymore.
I am different. My mom says something has changed. I am quiet. I don't have the courage to dance freely on the table, or the ability to make conversations with strangers on the street. I feel empty sometimes. I wonder if it has anything to do with your absence. Mom says it's okay. But we were inseparable.
I feel like I lost something. A piece of me. You're gone and I don't know what to do with it. Where to go with all the memories and details that haunt me.
Weeks go by and I don't think about you, but you keep showing up in my dreams. I've got new friends but none of them feel real. I wonder if I am on your mind.
You're my best friend, but I don't talk to you anymore.
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"Man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence."
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
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I lost my taglist so I don't know who to tag anymore. I was finally able to let this out. I've been thinking about it for too long and I know it may be messy or ridiculous, it's just, losing a friend for no particular reason, they didn't break your heart, you just drift apart, and you know nothing of them right now, even though they were the main part of your life growing up. Tell me what you think. I'm not too confident. *I'm so sorry to anyone who can relate.
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azhagammai · 2 years
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Reason to Live #6980
 To realize that a better, more gentle way of living is possible and to finally find it.  – Guest Submission
(Please don’t add negative comments to these posts.)
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azhagammai · 2 years
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Okay. I want this one to posted on my Instagram account but I know I've to face some consequences or hatred for acknowledging this. Argue panra alavukku thembu illa. Okay fine. Posting this on Tumblr anyway 😌
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azhagammai · 2 years
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Things going weird and tough
While I'm trying everything I can
To sort out all.
Yet, it's getting worser.
Hope is the only thing I'm holding by me.
It's the only vision which helps me to survive and exist anyway.
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azhagammai · 2 years
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A pendulum...
Go back and forth
Two extremes.
But faith and hope is still manifested
When the clock stops.
It needs repair.
Let me too heal the way.
I'm swinging like a pendulum.
So, I do need some repair.
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