[ID: Text Seen As; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

Female hands in paintings

For the first time in this lifetime, i felt miles of distance and an inch away closeness, in the same moment. Your mere words were enough to clutch my heart & make it bleed. You opened the gates with a volcanic force, slit my heart & went away in the morning light, and i longed just for another sight.

-Anneshwa

Your eyes play with my mind, like your fingers on a guitar strings. It creates a blooming symphony, and roots deep in my heart and grows up beyond the clouds.I thought facts don't care about feelings, But these feelings don't give a damn about the facts. My heart keeps waiting for an epiphany, it wants to be a resident of your 'not so vacant house', and wants to make it a home, a Paradise.

Anneshwa Paul

I call for a new tomorrow,

but hold yesterday's hands tightly,

the grip is powerful,

and the darkness is obscure to most.

I thrive in the sun,

I feel the gentle rhythms.

- Anneshwa

Being touristy in your own city is a different kind of happiness.

On World Photography day here are few of my most favourite pictures that i have clicked 💛

Something about the way your lips moved when they called out my name. Dew drops from heaven placed on those soft petals. Thunders woke me up turning those drops into hails. All in vain. Just a nightmarish daydream.

Anneshwa

I tried to asseverate

the state of my heart,

I asked you to be gentle with it,

but you intervened,

tugged me close,

and kissed me mad.

Now I bleed your name

and your sight is out of reach.

I spend my days looking for the moon in the broad daylight.

I've lost all sense of clarity.

You should've let me complete my sentence,

before you kissed me,

because now you cannot kiss me without tasting your name on my lips.

-Anneshwa

Take me blindfolded to a field of sunflowers and you might see the happiest kid alive.

-Anneshwa ✨

OCTOBER

l.m. montgomery, anne of avonlea / claude monet, autumn on the seine at argenteuil / carol bishop hipps / maryanne nguyen, …and i don’t know who i am anymore / sarah guillory, reclaimed / f. scott fitzgerald, the great gatsby / girl in red, we fell in love in october / jacqueline woodson, if you come softly / leon spilliaert, october evening / w.s. merwin, the love for october / richard o. moore, a reminiscence / when harry met sally (1989), dir. rob reiner / ray bradbury, long after midnight / ted kooser, a letter in october / victor charreton, la terrasse, automne / richard shelton, october / katherine blower / oamul lu / anne sexton, a self-portrait In letters