Number 9 Thoughts

I'm Noopur Vasuraj (a.k.a) ~N.V.  | Poet | Writer | Copywriter | Part-time Tripper | Full-time Lover | India | *All pieces of writing here are mine*

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 23

Word: Secret

You blew in through the windows of my heartbeats, and nestled your way into the warm crevices of my mind. Silently watching as people came in and out, as experiences lingered and knowledge grew. You smiled at the rare pops of arrogance, fully aware that you had only to knock for me to float back down from the pedestal I thought I rode. So silent is your confidence in keeping me grounded that it's truly no wonder I call you my best kept secret.                                                                         ~N.V.

[peekaboo-aesthetic]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Deep in my lofi feels today.

                                                                                             ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 22

Word: Muse

It's said that an artist's soul lies in the hands of the muses her mind sows. Perhaps that's where  I left mine behind... ...lodged in the ridges of your palms.

                                                               ~N.V.

[0nly-an-illusi0n]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: When will the noise inside my brain stop?

                                                                                              ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 21

Word: Star

"Why do your eyes still swim with the drowning promises of your people past?" they exclaim, almost as if I'm to blame for the battering fingers lingering on the crevices of my heart.

How am I to let them know that the only grace I can gift my forgiveness is the sanctity of memory... just like a star that shines past its hour.

                                                     ~N.V.

[supyrb]

ＧＥＮＥＳＩＳ

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: The digital touch really IS toxic.

                                                                                 ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 20

Word: Monsoon

The bittersweet melancholy of a natural disaster lies in a kind of helplessness that leaves you smiling in awe at the beauty it creates within the chaos.

So it’s no wonder I stood by and saw everything I could love within the monsoon raging in your eyes.                                                                     ~N.V.

[aestheticsfuture]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Do fairies sin?

                                                                      ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 19

Word: Fight

When you live your whole life Fighting people who are trying to change you, You never quite know How to stop yourself from recoiling From the ones who don't.

                                                                                       ~N.V.

[beatchya]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Mile high. 

                                                                       ~N.V.

[no9t]

No9TWritingChallenge III: 18

Word: Soul

I always dreamed Of the day We'd find our way Back into each other, And I could look at you, In the windows to your soul -the one I was never quite able To make my own- only to tell you that I found myself In the steps I took Away from you. But I'm stranded here Between yesterday and tomorrow, Wondering how to make Today a little more happy And a lot less sorrow.                                                                           ~N.V.

[aestheticsfuture]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Feel like the ocean but living like the jungle.

                                                                                                 ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 17

Word: Big

For all the times I was trying to get it right,  trying to make a name in this big bad world, I realized it'd gotten it all wrong.  Because looking back,  I realize that perhaps, all I'm trying to do is make memories.

                                                                       ~N.V.

[fuzzyghost]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Why not? 

                                                                                                 ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 16

Word: Up

"How are you?" they ask, unaware at my inability to let them know with unbridled passion  That the highest hour of my day is the setting sun- When Silent screams of disinterest merge into days that feel like the weight of disappointment tipped the scale. "How are you?" Able enough to say "I'm fine", Each syllable heavily riddled with an undertone of uncertainty. Aware that the nuance of my fatigue always has a lingering sense of privilege, of the knowledge at how easy life should be and the swaying guilt at the chance that I'm making the cake walk difficult. "How are you?" How many words can I use to let you know that I'm slowly learning to pull myself out of the claws of expectations, designed by concrete jungles and hypothetical rat races? That I need to discover solace in the next spoonful of hope, and not in the pressure cooker  of constantly having to prove myself to man-made laws? "How are you???" they ask. Finding myself at the end of a rope, ready to climb it versus letting go. Aware that sometimes, the only way out is the steep climb up.

                                                                        ~N.V.

[60s-heartshaped-chevrolet]

[no9t]

#No9TMusings: Looking back at the hard-ball aesthetic. 

                                                                                                 ~N.V.

[no9t]

#No9TWritingChallenge III: 15

Word: Poisonous

Honey-coated venom,

rolled off your lips

and onto my shoulders,

bearing down with the weight

only sweet nothings can carry.

                                                                    ~N.V.