achalasimha

[rverave]

Masterlist

here's a masterlist of all the work that ive published, gonna add more from my wordpress soon!

Original Works

Poetry

GDI

Files Files Files

Marmalade

how loving him feels

who do i miss?

zrmnghk

to read, to eat

the 21st march of may

older poetry

Books

Sailors in Coorg

prairie

poem for a friend

omorfi melancholia

Prose {Letters}

To, 🍯

enhypen heeseung specific

from the wind

inhale exhale

unconditional love

handcrafted by the gods

[rverave]

🕯️ An opened letter, Under the Moon 🌙

While waiting for you

sleep draped itself over my shoulders,

heavy like a familiar blanket I no longer resist.

So before it takes me fully, I leave this here:

I appreciate you —

not only the shape you take beside me,

but the one you carry into the world when I am not there.

Everything you are, even outside us,

is something I see, quietly glittering.

You taught me kindness, gentleness, understanding —

traits I rehearsed for ages,

but never quite performed without trembling hands.

Practiced, yes.

Mastered? Not yet.

But I’m glad you exist to show me the difference.

I hope you eat well,

with a softness you rarely grant yourself.

I hope you sleep without apology.

Your body deserves rest too,

not only the mind, not only the heart.

And I hope — mischievously, sincerely —

you forget your wallet in my purse one day,

and linger there adorably awkward,

searching for it,

until you take it home along with your dignity,

and maybe a piece of my laughter still stuck to it.

I am full of endearment for you —

too much, maybe,

more than poetry was built to contain.

But listen:

you are not obligated to return it.

I release you from the transaction of feelings.

I’ve learned genuine souls are not contracts,

only constellations you get lucky enough to witness.

And yours?

Yours I will remember for aeons still,

because “forever” is too brief

for a spirit as reverie-woven as you.

(There is no word better than reverie,

but I borrowed the license of poets anyway.)

You were my lamppost in a long night —

not the destination,

just the point that proved the road existed.

The moon did its part,

but so did you:

guiding me toward peace,

even when the path was steep, grueling, unromantic.

Resilience, I learned by watching you move.

Discipline, I studied from the way you survived yourself.

Harmony, you reflected back to me like a foreign melody

I finally recognized in my own throat.

I don’t know what the future holds —

maybe it will hold us,

maybe it will hold only the lessons.

Either way, I am content in the present,

rooted like charcoal that burns long but eventually cools.

In any case

The moment I met you was enchantment

Not enchanted to own you.

Not enchanted to trap you.

Just to meet you.

I feel big feelings, but they are mine to carry,

whether I speak them to you or into the quiet.

they are storms I’ve learned not to make you hold alone.

that the universe — or God, if we’re naming witnesses —

let me experience you at all.

Not as a cure, not as a test,

but as an encounter.

I am simply grateful that you exist,

If love is too loud in my ribs,

let it echo only in my bones.

Your name will remain remembered in them,

long after sleep steals my voice for the night.

Goodnight, darling boy.

I loved meeting you, I love knowing you.

Your adoring Eve

[melancholyangel333]

[rverave]

12 was my innocence and guilt dancing the devil’s tango

[rverave]

i feel like if i went insane my mind would finally be at peace

[rverave]

my mother and i had a discussion

how bleak is the human existence

she instructed me to find god

so i went and searched and searched,

until i found him right within me and all round me

in every crease of a leaf crumpled

by the soles of a god

when i reached the cities,

i could hear him roaring in pain

exhaust fume sighs and hardly peaceful horns

he was god and he was living amongst himself

he was just as broken as any preacher on a sunday

i kept pushing to find his spark

stumbling onto the devil

found crying and wailing

as if he too had lost his light

wasted and withering

i could only offer

a lengthy puff of time

[rverave]

in may, i met you,

i felt you in a heartbeat the moment you landed

in a little humid bathroom, me halfway across the door, you next to the sink

you hold my hands as i wash them

the water feels like a long reverberating call

even in my dreams you were beautiful, tantalizing

your fingers leaving trails on the soap encasing our hands

i watch you washing them as if you would do this everyday

and thats when i knew, id been conquered by a silk stranded diety

-eve

[rverave]

Elektra With dawn's light, a tumultuous scene unfolded within the walls of a humble abode. The air was heavy with the weight of unspoken grievances, tension palpable as a mother's voice reverberated through the corridors. Her cries, sharp as broken glass, pierced the morning stillness, shattering the fragile tranquility. The daughter lay cocooned in the depths of her slumber, a realm untouched by the chaos that danced on the fringes of her consciousness. Oblivious to the world's clamor, she remained ensnared in the embrace of sleep's gentle tyranny. Alarms blared, loud music throbbed, and the symphony of passing cars orchestrated a cacophony of sound, yet still, she remained ensconced in her nocturnal sanctuary. Questions lingered like ghosts in the dim recesses of the room. Was it genetics that bound her to this relentless inertia, an inheritance from her father's affliction with sleep apnea, or perhaps a silent legacy passed down from her brother's indolence? Or was it the corporeal burden of her own form, her limbs heavy as lead, anchoring her to the embrace of the bed that cradled her? Yet amidst the chaos, there was a singular anchor, a lifeline tethering her to the waking world. It was the voice of her mother, a plaintive melody tinged with hurt and desperation. In its cadence lay a silent plea, a question without words—why did the daughter not heed her call, why did she not rise to her aid? With a heavy heart and trembling hands, the daughter sought solace in silence, her voice caught in the grip of remorse. Desperation painted her features as she struggled to articulate her apology, to offer herself up for repair, though she knew not the nature of her own affliction. And so, she remained silent, a silent sentinel amidst the storm, stirring the remnants of a vegetable stew her mother had begun before she had awakened to the world.

[rverave]

my hand is painted with cuts from the cats that i love

[rverave]

The day I dress for a man is the day they dress me in my coffin to see jesus

[rverave]

To read, to eat

In the pages of my cherished book, Lies the essence of me, every look, Nostalgia's expert, I proudly claim, In this tome, my being's fame, Dark eyes' shards, devil's charm, Innocent smile, with secrets warm. Here dwells my essence, and a little more, Yet, this book's existence, fiction's lore. When I gaze upon your face, Characters leap, in their grace Around you, the air swirls and swoops, With each dance, less of a troupe But my sweetheart, clear and true, In every glance, it's only you.

-eve "a woman does not live by the printed word forgive yourself and eat"- God Help The Girl

[rverave]

Books

I've learned to set everything aside,

Realizing that in the solitude of books and words,

I find myself amidst the chaos within.

It's when I'm with sentences and letters,

Crafted into fragrant paper,

That I enter a new world,

Where I can touch what I see,

Where my mind, not my eyes, provides vision.

In the company of these leather-bound wonders,

I let my mind wander, To explore,

To discover what my thoughts hold, Liberated from imposed lessons.

When I read, I set myself free,

When I imagine, I'm at ease with the world,

Cradling a book in my hands, embracing the universe it offers,

Finding peace within my soul.

-eve

[rverave]

Sailors in Coorg

Sailing across misty seas Soundless waves like swaying leaves Madikeri forts near seabed reefs Interceding lawless disbelief

Souls wreathing into delirium Silence worth lengthy millennium Recognizing atrocious oblivion Singing songs amidst roots of valerian

Kodagu may be draped in white Allowing spoils of war and might Paddle through these drapes of light Ever-growing featherlight

-eve

[rverave]

Priarie

To walk across this shell Bound with strings of the cold wastelands To feel golden air, with capes gliding  through birds nests Synchronized flocks moving in their own pace

The girls with feather steps who walk in moving air As gold glows and bows its head when they arrive above the darkness set across the horizon They begin to paint themselves at dusk

A prayer for every man who talks more than his mouth can handle For women of the wind come in waves The eye of Eden slowly spilling out in silence Find solace in their gaze

[A/N: this was inspired by the game Sky:Children of The Light which i used to play alot ]

[rverave]

A poem for a friend

Sequoia forests hinder your trills Heard only by ears with sharpest skill Redwood trunks open, unfold a home In beds of willow upon marble dome

With sunbeams leaping through your skin . You pull the listener deep within Enchanting as the forest under which you sleep Holding gently, the listeners heart you keep

-eve

[rverave]

omorfi melancholia

How ironic it is that i met you at this time of my life, I’m at my worst portraying I’m at my best, I miss you when you go to sleep, and more when you are thinking deep i wish you be devoid of the desires of the human flesh. And i will kiss your hands to help them rest i wish at any moment for our hearts to sing a tune Two naïve lovers in a flume I wish you understood how this corrupt interior cannot accept your innocent being And how much i wish that you would not care And only so as to dare Love me as i am I’ve loved hard, and i hurt more I only want to drown you in the waters of my soul

-eve

[rverave]

GDI

Quiet corners of disbelief,

Where gods are but whispers

Lost in the winds of doubt,

Lies a yearning for the solace

That faith's embrace bestows.

To grasp the hand of divinity

In the darkest hour of the soul,

To find refuge in the arms of belief

When despair's shadows loom above.

Yet here standing, a wanderer,

With only vices and bitterness

Warding off the frostbite of being

A flame fueled by the absence

Of morality and it's guiding light.

For kindness seems a rare bloom,

Thriving only in the soil of loss,

Where hearts, stripped bare,

Beat with the rhythm of empathy.

This world, stained and scarred,

Where every action births its consequence,

Redemption feels a distant dream.

Consider the weight of our sins,

And with bowed heads,

Offer apologies to the earth

For we are but flawed wanderers

In a landscape of decay,

Where survival is the only gospel,

And goodness but a fleeting mirage.

There are no victors, only survivors,

Navigating the currents of consequence

With weary hearts and heavy souls.

How one long's for the simplicity

Of faith's embrace,

But in its absence,

One is left to wander,

A soul adrift in the void,

Yearning for meaning

In a world devoid of salvation.

[rverave]

Files Files Files

This labyrinth of linguistic hues,

Where meanings shift, and words confuse,

I sought refuge from life's despair,

But found only shadows, lingering there.

"Father," I questioned, with silent dread

"Where resides my essence, my thread?

He shrugged, indifferent, his gaze askance,

"The file you seek? It holds no chance."

My sisters fled, their echoes fade,

Leaving me in a linguistic cascade,

In a house of mirrors, reflections blur,

Where truth and falsehood intertwine, obscure.

Self-doubt swells, an existential wave,

As gratitude wanes, in darkness's enclave.

"Mother's presence," they claim with pride,

Yet her absence looms, a specter beside.

Alone, we dwell in this language game,

Strangers bound by words, without name,

In a home where silence reigns supreme,

And meaning dissolves in the moonbeam.

In the quiet, I ponder language's sway,

A game we play, day by day,

But amidst this maze of signs and sound,

Do I exist, or am I simply bound?

In the bleakness of life's refrain,

I search for truth, but what do I gain?

In the echoes of a hollow home,

I wonder, am I truly alone?