The Siren's Echo

she travelled through time & space & across oceans & land to find her purpose which was always right there in front of her face & in her hands Written by Anureet 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

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine: There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight; Written by William Shakespeare This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus...

When you tenderly allow me to rest safely with you, I will devote myself to you with such a force, the tides will bend, the sun will cower behind my moon, & the stars will move to rearrange themselves to softly illuminate the path directly to me, to these arms that widen, solely to make you a home therein. Written by https://www.threads.com/@lunaoftheinkblooded This is a public episode. If you wou...

our breath slows to the rhythm of the crickets lying back on the damp grass the cosmos pinned up above us like a vast tapestry longing to be deciphered, interpreted. i point to the sky tracking the slow ancient geometry translating this sacred language of the planets. call me your cosmic teacher? I catch you staring at me, your eyes catching the reflection of a thousand distant suns in these golde...

"Reflections"~ Rain falls freely, asking nothing in return. Yet every thirsty field, waits for its turn. Rivers keep moving, through every flood and bend. Teaching us that changes, are not the end. The oceans and seas, hold stories in each wave. Some carried gently, others they cannot save. Lakes and ponds lie still, earth reflects the sky. Giving life to all who gather, never asking why. And when...

There are days when the world arrives wrapped in fog. When every step feels uncertain, every horizon blurred, every answer just beyond reach. And then there is him. Not as a shield standing between me and the storm, but as the quiet strength that teaches me not to fear it. The voice that finds me when I lose my way. The certainty that remains when everything else is shifting beneath my feet. He do...

There among the fragments, where old sorrows gathered dust, she traced the cracks with gentle fingers and discovered they still glowed with warmth. He was not a castle standing proud, but a kingdom weathered by storms; and in the quiet chambers of his soul, she found devotion hidden like gold. Each kiss became a lantern, each embrace a bridge rebuilt, until the broken walls between them gave way t...

The reverence of your name. I let the vowels run down my tongue, The voice, vibrating chords Giving away the angst of my heart. Your name, a whisper between my lips Secret evocation I wish I could perform: Materialise you here, with me Eyes locked in recognition, A vibrant meeting A memory brought forward by us both. One day you will lie on my chest And I will show you how the universe was made By...

Most powerful force in the universe The purest of pure white light Opposes the deepest fears Unlocks the mind of sight Conquering all realms of darkness Speaks in tongues of unity The winding road of righteousness The force that sets you free Unconditional in its greatest form Unleashing feelings from within Obliteration of demons Freedom from earthly sins Not a supply and demand commodity Love wo...

there shall forever be poetry etched into the stars shattered in the sky reveries, tracing constellation lines with a sudden flash of twin minds the clever ones the quick-tongued thieves and psychopomps spinning verses out of fallen leaves. I embody, forever, the mercurial youth a lover of words who paints in the dark with cosmic phrases and a punchline spark guiding souls into their own underworl...

The wind, green fields, trees, wildflowers, lakes, rivers, oceans— in them the voice of the ancestors speaks to my soul. I stand on their shoulders, with kindness, strength, and love rooted in me. Roots run deep; when storms come and wind lashes the hedges, I bend and do not break. I keep kindness near as a quiet reflex, believing it should be a birthright, a rhythm in my breath. Love begins and e...

Hot Vampire Summer I want to sit beside you Next to the lake On a little blanket Having a sweet escape I want to laugh and dream But it never stays clean Something in me turns sharp When the world starts to gleam The daylight drags me open Like I have no skin left Like every thought gets louder And every calm gets theft I try to act like normal Like I belong in heat But something in my chest break...

when the night settles and the world softens around the edges, my thoughts drift to you, steady, warm, the glow I lean into. your presence lingers on my skin like the memory of a touch, gentle but certain, a warmth that spreads from my chest outward. I close my eyes and feel you there, not in the stars above, but in the quiet heat beneath my ribs, the place where longing turns into something tende...

under the weeping willow evening gathered in celadon tones tears circling the roots like small forgotten moons the river carried petals charred leaves the faint gold of extinguished daylight I thought how quietly the world departs moonmilk fading beneath wet bark seasons vanishing from the bones of the garden one luminous thing after another between one breath and the next a white petal loosened i...

"Hiraeth"~ Somewhere in Edinburgh, beneath grey skies and rain. Little cafés glow in gold, through misty window panes. Violins drift through alleyways, old church bells ring. Fresh coffee and warm bread, on cold windy evenings. Books resting by fireplaces, cozy corners beckon you. A city that heals the heart, without even meaning to. Some souls truly belong, to places they’ve never known. To cliff...

She's got stardust in her hair, and moonbeams in her eyes, while he's all rough edges, and storms he cannot disguise. She is made of silver light, of soft and sacred things, the kind of beauty that arrives on quiet, unseen wings. And he, he is weathered earth, old scars beneath his skin, a man who learned to bar the door and keep the darkness in. Yet somehow she found him. Not with thunder. Not wi...

A calm I've never known Meeting a best friend for the very first time Someone I've dreamt about Soothes to the core of my being No outside voices to bombard Just.......inner peace Hearing the sounds of nature Tree leaves bustling in the wind Birds prophetically singing their song A breeze blows gently over my skin The hairs on my arms violently stand up Chills from head to toe Like an angel kissin...

Autumn Refuses to Lie About Time Nothing dies. It just stops pretending to be green. Trees spend summer hiding real colors behind chlorophyll. Autumn is when the disguise falls away. The gold was always there. Not decay. Honesty. Autumn’s First Promise Every leaf it drops is a letter to spring. A falling leaf isn’t waste. The tree sends nutrients to roots before it lets go. What falls feeds soil f...

golden hour bleeds and splashes onto the floor and in my eyes. i am catching fire in the quiet. took a picture of the sunset on my skin but it wasn’t the sun making me glow… it was the humming of our souls. the dreamers who speak in stardust and alignments the ascended souls who look at my shadows and trace them back to constellations. this is the alchemy of building a home out of open hands and s...

the sun makes love to me touches places no one ever reached before kisses me until my skin stays marked for days warms me into the color of burnt sugar leaves me smelling like passion sometimes it hurts and i always ask for more every summer i lie beneath him saying: just for today my love can wait Written by https://www.threads.com/@nina_sorelle_ This is a public episode. If you would like to dis...

Hope & Should such flaky words & flakiness has no place here sharp shapes of slate chipped my mind but then was made whole eventually in a winding way mistiful confusion then the path appears autumn fall fell into cosy comforts but don’t let the season fool you the place, the home is where you choose it to be where the heart is or could be choose home as a state of mind so yes, sharp shapes of sla...

I love the sound of city rain.. carrying with it the slightest spring chill, through a barely cracked window as I melt into the reprieve of a blankets gentle touch on my skin and a book's promise a new story waiting, as the softest breeze wisps around me like a whisper in a world far too loud who says we are bound by reality anyway? when turning pages can so easily take us away, and raindrops tran...

Deep in a wood past overgrown dirt roads and lesser-traveled paths a cabin waits no longer abandoned but rejoined to the land Logs weathered to silver their growth rings holding time carved edges remembering the hands that shaped them Windows mirror only trees now vines draw the corners shut the roof bows gently to the slow grammar of seasons Long ago footsteps pressed into soil voices settled in...

Until You Come Home I ache for the moment when we can simply be us, unraveled by distance, uncurled by time’s insistence. Let the hour arrive where hands find their map anew, where every touch redraws the familiar lines into poetry. You occupy my thoughts, my dreams, my heart; I long for you, and my pulse quickens in anticipation of the moment you come home to me. My love, I miss you. Until then,...

Authenticity is not loud. It does not arrive dressed for applause, nor does it rehearse its entrance. It moves quietly through the body, like breath you forgot you were holding. It is the unedited version of you; the glance that lingers too long, the voice that trembles when it means something, the instinct you follow even when it costs you and it always costs you. There is a peculiar beauty in th...