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psychastria · 2 months

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Thank you for posting this ❤️

— Simran Singh, Blooming Between Throns

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psychastria · 7 months

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“we are so much more than we believe.”

—simran.

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psychastria · 7 months

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simran.

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psychastria · 7 months

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such a tragedy it is, to not be able to look into the eyes of the person you see in the mirror everyday.

simran.

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psychastria · 7 months

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QUOTES: "1900 Bever Street" by A. R. Williams (from the Eunoia Review) | a poem from @psychastria on Instagram

I was browsing through one of my favourite literary journals earlier and found a few poems that really reminded me of a few Maneskin songs, so I thought I'd share them with you!

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psychastria · 9 months

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Hey Tumblr family!

I've been gone for so long, I doubt any of you even remember me. But, I'm back now.

The past few months were a rollercoaster. But the biggest thing that happened was, I released my debut poetry book! Yes, you heard it right! I am now a published author of my very first book Blooming Between Thorns, which turns 1 month old today (4th August, 2023)!

If you're interested in purchasing it, the link is in my bio, or just click below! It's available in Amazon Marketplaces as well as Kindle Unlimited!

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psychastria · 9 months

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august is the month for girls who have never made it to the top in the list of priorities. girls who've always only been an option. girls who don't know what it feels like to be someone's first. girls who know too well how it feels to be the shoulder for someone to cry upon, but never the eyes for someone to see their future in. girls who dream of eternal love, even when the world has given them a million reasons to not believe in such a phenomenon. girls who've never experienced the joys of being loved unconditionally. girls who never stop chasing the sunlight, only for the sun to still disappear behind the horizon at the end of the day. girls who still don't give up on hope, because hope is the only thing that's ever been theirs.

—Simran.

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psychastria · 2 years

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— Sylvia Plath, from "Letters Home"

[text ID: I write only because there is a voice within me that will not be still.]

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psychastria · 2 years

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Humans fail to express themselves miserably. They just switch to the songs that help them relate, the books that speak up their story, the poems that define them and speak up in a way they don't know how to. And i think that's the beauty of art.

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psychastria · 2 years

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Pablo Neruda, tonight I can write the saddest lines

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psychastria · 2 years

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Simran., hope isn't always the saviour

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psychastria · 2 years

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The clouds are crying at 5 in the morning. They're roaring and yelling and embracing each other. They are afraid. They are devastated. It's a goodbye to the sky.

But a hello to the land.

From my window, I can see how the first droplets of rain fall; reluctantly, tentatively, unknown of what is awaiting them. They caress the land ever so softly, leaving their imprints as they seep into the soil. It makes me wonder how often I've done the same thing— how often I've been so afraid of something that I've dived as deep as I could into it. Is it really just fear? Or is it mingled with curiosity?

The sky is now murky; I cannot see the morning sun. For once, it doesn't bother me— I'm seeing something equally beautiful. I'm seeing the clouds embark on a new journey. I'm seeing, and I'm learning. To let go of my fears and to fly and fall; to leave my impressions on a path to something great. On a path to knowing myself, for what could be greater than that?

The atmosphere is full of moisture now, the scenario painted gray and green. It's a weirdly soothing combination of colours; it reminds me of death and rebirth. It tells me that the end of something always paves a path for the beginning of something new. We must leave some places in order to live.

A flash of lightning momentarily slashes the sky in two, and I'm left mesmerized.

I jolt as I come back to reality, the memory lingering in my head. That was me, what feels like ages ago; so young yet so thoughtful. She could've never imagined what she'd become one day. She would've done everything in her power to not be what she has become. So why did she not? Why did she let everything go downhill?

Why did she stop living, when she loved it so much?

Why did she not leave this monotonous life and instead grew accustomed to it?

I have so many questions. I have so many regrets. I have so many apologies to make to the girl I used to be.

Just then, the sky rumbles and the same droplets fall to the ground. Yet, there's something very different about the way they fall. They rush to the ground, not reluctantly, not tentatively. They are confident now. And it makes me wonder if they're trying to give me a message.

From the younger me, perhaps.

I open my door and run out into the rain, my bare feet getting muddy and my soul getting freed. I spread my arms as wide as I could, feeling the little girl come to life. It isn't until this moment that I finally realise how badly I've missed seeing things through her eyes. She's the one who kept me alive, and it hurt so much to see her morph into a walking-corpse over the years.

I decide it wouldn't be that way anymore.

I would change my ways, and appreciate all that I have. I will be that little girl again and give her the life she had always dreamt of living. I will not be bound here; I have wings, and I'll use them to soar the heavens.

It's a goodbye to the land.

I smile.

But a hello to the sky.

Simran., goodbye and hello

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psychastria · 2 years

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Simran., an excerpt from ‘goodbye and hello’

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psychastria · 2 years

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Chaos | Nikita Gill

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psychastria · 2 years

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- Mahmoud Darwish from 'Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut c. 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi)

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psychastria · 2 years

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sodium chloride air, and the iron oxide on your door…

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psychastria · 2 years

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Let's just live for the hope of it all <3

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