I Have So Many Files In My Notes App That Mention/are Based On Summer. Its Really Hard To Bid Something

omg I absolutely adore your writing!!!!! keep it up <3

omg hey!! thank you so much 💕💕💕 means a lot that you enjoy it!! 😳

Hey !! Do you know anything i could do to spend my time, like the free time i have. I just keep switching between screens all day and no matter how much i try to do something else, I cant. 😐

So if you could give me some suggestions to keep my brain occupied that would be great ! :)

heyyy hiii <3 okay so im def not the expert here but i tried tracking my screen time like u can download apps for that they really help. then about using the apps i’d say u cannot just turn them off and then not have anything else to do. so make out a plan for lets say 6 months then break it down into individual months then the same with weeks and then make a to do list everyday and just try and follow at least half of it. don’t put pressure on ur self from thr very beginning of the process since it takes time. and we are all humans afterall. but set goals for urself everyday, it does help a lot. and don’t loose hope u can still do a lots of things!! i mean just the fact that u can recognise that this isn’t the direction u’d wanted urself to go is more than enough to get u started!! sending u motivational pats on the back, love! <3

hey guys! hope you all are doing good and/or manifesting the good times. i just wanted to notify you that since my exams will be starting from next week and the coming months this year will be very busy, i may have to go on a semi-hiatus. which means, i will be posting my works but not very regularly and might not be active as much, but just for a couple of months. posts will be queued. since my blog is not going anywhere, you can always wander around my works, maybe reblog them if you like them.

i also have been very creatively deprived recently. but, have been trying to cherish it as well. that being said, i wanted to ask if you guys would like to read something on your prompts? the prompt could be anything ranging from prose to poetry, from specifically instructed starting and/or ending to a loose motif, from imagines of some alternate reality to the mundanity of our lives. by all means, you can go wild in my ask box and post as many as you want, whenever you want. it might take me a little while to get to them but i will do my best to meet your expectations. i hope you drop by and say hello!

-best,

akrati xx

(i am so scared about this post i know hardly anybody cares but i wanted to as well)

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okay so im really not that educated in the poems department and only know select poets so my observations might just sound stupid but your poems remind me of emily Dickinson!! i love ur poems and somehow your poems are the only ones ive reread! i usually just like a poem and then forget but i keep on coming back here for ur poems anywyas i used the word poems a lot here sorry about there and also sorry for rambling you're really swag though i hope you have great day

omg wha- thank you so much for saying that to me??? i have been staring at this message for like 5 mins now and i really dont know how to respond. i have been an ardent reader of miss dickinson and i dont think i can accept this honour but i'm so in awe that you feel tht way. i hope you have a great day too and a cozy winter!

Heyaa bestiee how ya doing?? Been so long we haven't talked

Sending ur way much love and care ❤💕💖🌸🌻🌹🌷🌼💐🤗

Also, as much as i enjoy reading your work i freaking love the way you speak.

Take care ly❣

romaaaaaaaaa how r u? how have u been? u won’t believe this but yesterday only i was thinking about u and i was hoping we could have met on sept 4 :( but um we will meet soon i hope. i have been okay-ish. still processing what game cbse is playing with us now plus these covid cases are making everything seem so uncertain but fingers crossed, hoping for the best for all of us. thank you so much all credit goes to the ones who have so generously put their efforts into me aka the teachers. hope u eat something fun today and we experience rain!! xx

In a million pieces i fell-

The untoward had happened;

none heard my bones cracked,

none felt the silence it left me with.

The earth beneath me wasn’t holy or fertile.

It was cemented, though crooked, unzipping.

The sky turned on me,

enclosing my body, following my soul-

I didn’t turn my head in, it was held straight

but another did not shield my body, I was left alone.

Thus, the realisation flickered my shattered soul:

The fate of being alive

didn’t help the survival,

didn’t care for salvation.

- @akratiisalive

transcript:

summer’s shadowless exit wounds

august is shifting its entry wounds to october’s doors and the lines of your palms are telling you the number of summers you have spent in your shadow./ the essence of your mayhem is corpsing with sun’s each passing ray;/ the salivary savour of the right ingrown wisdom tooth has cut through your tongue./ in lieu of mango-lit dreamland hours, you are bleeding summer’s grass blades into bleached hair by the pumpkin moon./ the air doesn’t taste saline anymore. // the badlands bequeathed from your father’s lineage have traces ingrained/ even in your attic’s decades-old dust./ they are robbing you of yarns of your maternal grandma’s sarees./ and you’re tired./ you’re tired of helping your mother out to make space for every hand-me-downs/ she has been shoving under her bed. // summer did cut through like a knife/ but you had been stitching your outspoken words/ together to make sweeter sentences,/ so,/ when this year’s fall bids your birds goodbye, they wouldn’t be left with traces of your anomaly. the ones that flew out/ as soon as you opened yourself to the sun,/ for you have realised that the light/ can find you even with the curtains drawn./ there is no place to hide except for the sun’s mouth.// the top right foot of the dinning table/ has stopped creaking./ your grandfather passed away in July./ Chapatis in the house have/ thickened to the normal measure,/ so now,/ you won’t get called names on your bony frame. father sits in the bedroom, contemplating/ on the bait of his day’s sweat by/ the notes he gave out that day and the ones/ he will receive at the end of the month./ the dining table,/ now,/ sits empty in a muffled rattle.// your tongue tastes like/ the decayed French Marigolds/ you found in your late may’s school backpack./ its fragrance still travels through when/ you smell it in between the beige curtains/ of the attic’s room./ you are pondering on what must it be like to watch yourself sleep./ the heart is not heart shaped and/ you want to wash dishes with the foam/ but there are none left in the sink./ you haven’t eaten for 2 hours and,/ unlawfully,/ like an adult’s dream,/you are hungry again.

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new poem today besties?😳😳

the faces on cardboard stand so still, so stubborn;

some crooked, grinning, others flushed, skinny.

they perch so distinct yet so similar. so alive in the moment, dead soon after.

what do they say about the bodies they are attached to?

how spontaneous but motionless, such misdirects they create!

some jaws clenched, some eyes flashing red;

they froze the moment but fabricating the abstract sense.

after some sixteen nights,

the bodies live vicariously through the stationary smirks,

touching each other’s arms, rejoicing in

the nihilistic environment they concocted once.

its been several years since they faced the flash,

they have propagated the boards, one for each soul.

now the memory serves only when one roams about the storeroom.

so they do, if roam not often, but once a month.

“the cardboard emits different reflections”, each mutters.

time changed their vision and their power to resist what it brought-

faces on cardboards stand so still, so stubborn,

some crooked, grinning, flushing fiendish forms.

- @akratiisalive

I don't wannna see you stop writingggg!!❤️❤️❤️

i always enjoy seeing your posts on my feed!

keep upp! you're doing great! actually, you're doing amazing. just keep up!🌹

here, huggy puggy.

oh my god thanks so much for this!! so grateful for the fact that you like reading my silly little lines. i promise i won’t stop writing but just really need sometime. havent been doing great mentally, iykyk. but will definitely try to get back to shitposting my stuff here!!