Aishwarya Vedula
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Aishwarya is a budding poet from Bilaspur, Chhattisgarh, India. She is a living paradox with oxymoronic feelings. Most of her days are spent contemplating her thoughts, later drafting it down. She feels alliteration is her better half and you would find her pressed, lost in pages, words of found poetry and novels everyday.

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Hour 2 : Recipe for your future self

….and then she found an old traditional recipe by her foremothers, forwarding it to her future self…

 

Ingredients

 

1 cup of inner anguish, neatly chopped.

A selection of treasured recollections from happier times.

There are several pinches of silent ideas that want to be heard.

 

To taste, 1 peaceful melody of self-compassion.

A big helping of nostalgic warmth, like a warm blanket.

Tender care is just enough to remove self-doubt from your centre.

 

Instructions

 

Prepare Your Inner Environment

Allow inner turbulence to stew in the cauldron of your mind.

Gently whisk in a few handfuls of treasured memories.

 

Unspoken Expression

Sprinkle countless pinches of unsaid ideas gradually.

Allow them to unfold and breathe, releasing their essence into the pot.

 

Melody of Harmony

Infuse a calming melody of self-compassion into the stew.

Ensure a perfect balance by adjusting the volume to taste.

 

Nostalgic Solace

Add a hefty helping of nostalgic warmth to your project.

Allow it to wrap your thoughts like a warm mental hug.

 

Self-Care Is Tender

Use soft motions to detach self-doubt from your centre with extreme caution.

Continue until the combination achieves self-acceptance.

 

Suggestions for Serving

In times of inner turmoil, serve boiling hot.

Garnish with a dash of optimism.

For a hearty mental feast, serve with a side of awareness.

This Harmony Stew recipe is for achieving balance and calm inside your own thoughts.

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Hour 1 : Warfare

Warfare: After Diana Khoi Nguyen

 

Amidst the deafening noise of war, there’s a faint sound,

you catch a glimpse of a familiar face you once cherished.

 

When you witness countless soldiers who can’t speak anymore,

there’s a melody in the midst of utter destruction.

 

The memories of the past envelop us like a comforting shroud,

hands gently separate the halves of a ripe peach from its pit.

 

In the chaos of battle, a distant, faint melody emerges.

recognizing a face from your past, a cherished memory rekindles.

 

Amid the silent and lifeless soldiers, a haunting beauty is found,

the past memories offer solace, like hands gently freeing a peach’s sweet flesh from its core.

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Introduction

Hi there everyone! i

 

I am Aishwarya Vedula from India.

This is my third time participating in poetry marathon, looking forward to read & absorb all of your works.

Goodluck. 🙂

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