The Siren's Echo

Anureet

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4H AGO

Episode 82: Poetry Reading

The scent of rain has always been dear to me; 𝖲𝗈 𝗂𝗌 solitude, which by so wide a range Gives me a glimpse of my inner horizons. Here, quite ashore, staring at the endless void And beyond the bounds of mundane fantasy, I bare my being of the burden of conscience, Take a wrinkle in time to get along wi' the wild, To get alone for a while with the churlish child As the leaves of dread and all of grief fade With the cleansing return of innocence. The dusk in my eyes was once a turbid river Of sparkling dreams, in the hollow of which Twinkl'd candor like crystal coins underwater. I seize a pink of release in the death of doubt; And lo! it takes so little a thing For my all to thaw in awe At what gravity is ailing to tame. I catch a sense of ease in the depth of though; And oh! it takes so slight a thrill For all my sight to fall afright At what my soul is failing to name. Like a blooming in slow process Thorough in the art of softly unfolding From the drying ruins of what used to be, I lay the wilting grace of yesterday's flowers Down into the garden of oblivious blossoms. And as the drifting self dwells lost In the fizzing and marvel of hearing The howling breeze through the foliage; I, I compare my silence to the sigh of Nature, To that voice, the suave tunes of which Murmur in the mirth of memory The remembrance of olden joys, The obsolete seasons, the generous ones, The careless spectre of lively youth all clad in her garment of glaring noise. Thus I see my thinking sink in the Immensity, And tender is the tide in this sea of wonder! — 𝖠𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺, 𝑇𝒉𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝐼𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝖨𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝖦𝗂𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖫𝖾𝗈𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗂'𝗌 𝐿'𝐼𝑛𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑜 – 1819 – Written by https://www.threads.com/@handofdust101 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

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6D AGO

Episode 81: Morning found poetry in you...

...before the day asked anything of you. You were laying there in that quiet hour when the world still belongs to itself, shoulders loose, sleep still resting in the corners of your eyes, a smile beginning to form like you hadn’t quite decided whether the day deserved it. And I noticed the way morning seemed to gather around you. Not because you tried to be seen. You didn’t. That was the thing. There was something steady about you, the kind of strength that doesn’t perform, that doesn’t need the room to know it’s there. It lived in the way you stretched slowly, in the calm weight of your presence, in the quiet certainty of a man who has nothing to prove. Your eyes were softer than I expected. Dawnlight caught in them like it had found a place it wanted to stay. And when you smiled, it wasn’t polished or careful. It was crooked. Warm. A little tired. Human. The kind of smile that makes a woman feel suddenly aware of how close she is to heaven. Morning slid through the window and touched the edge of your face, your jaw, the lines time and living had written into you. It made everything about you look honest. No armor yet. Just you. I don’t think you knew how beautiful you were in that moment. Not the loud kind of beauty people chase. Something quieter. The kind that makes the air feel heavier, makes a woman pause and watch longer than she meant to. Morning found poetry in you. And laying there beside you, pretending not to stare, I realized something that ached a little. Some men carry whole sunrises in them without ever knowing it. Written by https://www.threads.com/@thriftygirl365 This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

2 min
APR 18

Episode 80: Lost in You

When you’re near, the world falls quiet— like every sound bends toward your name, and even the air forgets to move unless it’s to carry your breath to me. I have run from things I couldn’t face, but never from you. Your eyes find me, root me to the earth, make stillness feel like truth. Each word you speak pours through me, turning fear into something tender. In your arms, the past dissolves— the edges of my life blur and fade, until there is only now, only your heartbeat teaching mine to follow. You spin me into orbit, a star surrendered to its gravity. Your touch leaves trails of memory, and your kiss burns through reason— beautiful, reckless, infinite. I am lost, and I don’t want saving. Drowning feels like flying here, where every breath is borrowed from you. If love is a storm, let it tear through me; if love is ruin, let me burn clean. I give myself over, body and soul, to the perfect undoing of your name. Your scent lingers after the silence— a prayer whispered into the dark. You move, and time bends around you. I try to look away, but the world turns back to find your face. You are my undoing, my calm, my wind— the ache I crave, the cure I fear. In the hollow of your arms, I remember what it means to feel infinite. You stitch light into my scars, teach brokenness how to shine. If this love is wrong, then let it be endless. I’d rather lose myself completely than stand whole without you. See me falling— heart first, breathless, undone. If this dream is all I have, don’t wake me. Let the dawn wait outside a little longer. For in every reflection, I find your soul; in every heartbeat, I return to the quiet fire where I’m forever lost in you. Written by This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

3 min
APR 13

Episode 79: Leaf

In the corner of my mind, Next to the willow tree, There's a spot of golden green moss. A stream pushes through. Nymphs and satyrs play together As I sit to be content with my soul. Lightning and thunder came along, My heart a trembling leaf bathed With raindrops of loud resonating certainty. Their clarity water brings, undeniable: I see his soul. The man with a spark of Odin. In his eyes a fire burning within. A heart, molted gold, diamantine. Obsidian blade cutting through. My forest heart, My jaguar scarred soul. Gently stayed, spellbound by His unwilling spell. An Acer leaf in his hands. Gentle hands have known war. Hunger, dark, death, strife. I ran, but jaguar caught up with me, Carrying me back by the neck, Sharp fangs tearing up the skin. My sky pours out, and I bleed, gods I bleed. He won't believe my words. No. But he will see my skies above him, My greenery sheltering him from rain, My fire keeping him warm at night, My touch keeping the horrors at bay, The wars I've fought, the battles I've lost. He won't know, no. If only he knew, though, as I bleed How terrified I am of my own heart Little sweet tiny leaf Trembling in his hands. Written by https://www.threads.com/@aurorablackpelt This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

2 min
APR 12

Episode 78: Poetry Reading

She saw him not as a stranger, but as a flame waiting for breath. Her gaze lingered... slow as honey in heat, tracing the quiet strength of his stillness and something in her awakened, wild and certain. She moved closer, a storm wrapped in silk, her presence brushing his skin like a promise Fingers found him first... to learn the language of his pulse, the rhythm beneath restraint. He inhaled... and she felt it, that surrender between seconds, that beautiful undoing of a man caught in the gravity of her wanting. She did not rush... ravaging was never chaos it was devotion with teeth, hunger with intention, a claiming that asked no permission because it was already given in the way he leaned into her fire. And when she claimed him... it was fire, not fury... a deep, consuming presence that left him undone and fully alive. Written by https://www.threads.com/@chasingcloudsza This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

1 min
APR 7

Episode 77: Poetry Reading 18+

your lips taste like the first sips of coffee as the morning sun finally comes out to play behind closed curtains. your fingertips feel like pastels on sand paper, gently bringing softness with every stroke of velvet vibrance. your gaze is so vivid, it pierces through my hearts surface, digging deep until satisfaction and sorrow no longer create an intersection. you see the garden in me, removing every weed as they spring, embracing my seasons fluctuation. your love makes my inner child glisten. Written by https://www.threads.com/@reigning_writer This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

1 min
APR 6

Episode 76: Scent of Memories

"Scent of Memories” Old books and candles, smoke drifts in the air. Wet earth after rain, memories everywhere. Crackling wood burns, on still, quiet nights. A hint of rose and pine, in fading dusk twilights. Freshly washed linen, sun-warmed and clean. Sea breeze drifting, like a distant dream. Warm baked bread, incense wafting slow. Some days they linger, never to let go. Soft familiar scents, I can’t outgrow. They find my heart, more than I know. Written by https://www.threads.com/@_shona_alysa_ This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

1 min
APR 4

Episode 75: Poetry Reading 18+

Unarmored Let me remove your armor, piece by piece. Let me undress your soul till it lies bare before me. I’ll kiss and caress every scar, every bruise. I’ll love the darkest parts of you you keep under lock and key. It isn’t fair that we can share laughter and light while you forsake your shadows of the night. Let me love you in your entirety— you don’t have to wear your armor with me. Written by https://www.threads.com/@dark_witchy_goddess This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com

1 min

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