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  A flicker of flame minutes away, Draws my gaze towards it. I see the end, flapping my wing Ashes burn from my hell. A misty haze, traps my face My eyes begging for mercy. What does man know?  Of the pain of us folk? What can they do, but despise us? They say we are monsters, Just for our appearance. They conspire against us, Like we are brutal forces. But aren’t we just creatures, Just like them.  If they want to kill us,  What does it make of them?  - Mahathi.S

  If I could show you all the hidden beauty, That you hide from yourself, I would. If I could show you how your words changed the lives, Of people going through pain and strife, I would. If I could show you the enchantress hidden within you, gliding with magic and life, I would. If I could ever tell you of all the time you held yourself together, like breaking glass from a vase desperately hanging together. If I could ever show you the kaleidoscope within you, blooming colours and flowers wherever you set foot. And if I could show you the world within you, believe me, I truly, truly would. - Mahathi.S

 Running through the fallen meadows/ I see the broken sky. A tinge of red paints the end, with a single golden strand/ Touches of yellow, gold and amber dance with lively fame/ The Archer's gift reigns amiss, as the world falls to disdain / With the corner of my eye, I catch the broken sky, and all it's hidden shadows, waiting to grow into priceless shows and dance with lively fame... - Mahathi.S 

  Dauntless eyes that beat simulations, Staring gaping in silent dalminations Fears as few as four and six, Helping, holding, hoping for a fix. Abnegation hearts that no longer tremble, At the sight of wars and the death that follows. Prior and Eaton, a dangerous pair. But what more can the world do but take a chance? Divergence was once a curse on all, They learned to rise and insurge them all. At the end they fell into clasped hands, With their allegiance forsaken, And Tris dead. A tale of a Stiff who grew into their queen, A tale of friendship and its ripe seeds. A tale of love and a ferocious battle, Between man and science, With a result no one could fathom. - Mahathi.S .

  Sweat dripping, mind racing, World falling, school running, Teachers screeching, students panicking, Everything failing, exams starting… Mind running, notes crumbling, Books stacking, exams smiling. Heart pounding, pens cracking, Ink spreading, anxiety rising, Phone locked, contacts blocked, Don’t talk to me! Exams are up… Revise, Revise, Revise! Piles of worksheets and pages, Oh lord please have mercy, Exams will soon begin - Mahathi.S

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 Hello Everyone! First and foremost, thank you all so much for your support and love for my writings! You all have been so welcoming and caring for my ideas. Please do contact me if any of you have suggestions or recommendations. For any collaboration opportunities, please do contact! You can always reach out on my email - allheartnohate06@gmail.com Check out my Instagram for more writings and of course collab work - https://www.instagram.com/all_heart_no_hate/?hl=en (like, share, comment, follow!) Most importantly, follow my blog and/or subscribe to my email list! I'm very grateful to all of y'all! You can also check out my work via Pinterest - https://in.pinterest.com/MahathiSathish06/_created/ Stay Connected and Keep Smiling! Loads of love, Mahathi.S

  A lady smirked in front of the devil, Angering him beyond levels, ‘O little maiden, you must tremble before my wrath, for I am here to put an end to your path.’ The lady’s smirk grew into a smile, For which the devil’s fury turned into an atrocious cry, ‘O maiden don’t test me, you are destined to die’ His voice bellowed with power but was no match for her laughter, As she went on with glee, dishonouring the reaper. Red rings of fire appeared to adorn him, Wings of jet black slowly caressed him. The lady stopped, with not a tremble in her eyes. ‘O mortal, what is the secret to your endless blue skies? People tremble with fear as they think of me, I appear as the vicious venom in most of their dreams. Yet here I see a mere woman, Shadowing me with such might and glee” The lady replied with a bold voice. ‘You can only just take my life, not my will, not my legacy,  and not my hope for a better generation of humanity.’ - Mahathi.S

Slowly and steadily gaining speed, with patience and perfection and so much greed. Slowly and steadily burning the night,' putting off flames wherever in sight/ Oh!, you ruffle my hair as you pass by, without a home or a doubt in where to pass the night, in every turn, you gain power, power to rule, wreck or devour./ You were once just a breeze, that no one cared for, then you grew into a monstrosity, with damages, no one could pay for, slow down little one. slow down your might. What's the rush to turn into a cyclone by night?/ Slow down little one, slow down your might your just a single breeze on a gusty day, my dear/. - Mahathi.S

  I’m standing on the edge of the world, With my eyes fixated beyond the unknown, Startling figures of milky white, Rummaging through the great black night. I feel summoned by nature’s power, Under the grasp of an illusion like no other, Thoughts of victory are paraded by failure, As my eyes move away from the creature. Pillars of support and eternal wonder, Stand there praising my courage and valour, But I guess it’s just pictures in my head, Or maybe it’s what they actually said. The edge of the world with all its mysticism, Shows me films of gallant heroism, Through the raging battles of man and power, It showed me places where I felt ruptured. It’s power so mighty yet it stands still, Showing pages of history that no one else will. -Mahathi.S

  Those blissful black eyes, With a tinge of love and heartfelt lines. Luscious locks made from the dark, embrace the universe in gracious sparks. As blue as can be, with a tinge of ink made from the deep blue sea. His voice , an epitome of love calls out to me! Sitting, standing or lying asleep, His face glows with wisdom and purity. “Radhe” he says, His words flowing with glee. The man who made the world,kneels before his queen. Her face defines ravishing, Her mind as audacious as can be. They dance to his melodies and most flawless beats. Ras Leela, the highlight, the evergreen story. Of a god and his goddess playing elegantly. Oh mighty creator, I kneel before your power. Words defy me as I search for your mighty valour. Radhe Krishna, is all that can be said. Radhe Krishna, Radhe Radhe✨❤️ -Mahathi.S

Roaming the monoliths and statues of history, I find myself staring blindly, At the colourful reagents that splatter itself, Onto legacies of fairies and shoes made by elves. They said there lived a girl of ravishing beauty, Sleeping soundly with a curse of agony. Or how about the one with the seven tiny men, A tale of a princess escaping from her hell. They said mirrors could talk and teapots could fly. They weaved fictions of beasts and crystal slippers abandoned at night. A pumpkin to a carriage or a mermaid without a voice. I wish I could have heard more about their lives. I wonder sometimes of all the things in our life, If one ‘Bippity Boppity boo’ will soon change time. I wonder sometimes if I could stay in a hidden castle, Where magic is eternal and reality is not so common. In times of such mass death and despair, I wonder if I could disappear to a more happier land. But what can I do? For there is no magic godmother, Just me, my words and my imagined world of blooming flowers...

  To some people justice is a wrongdoer getting a jail sentence, to others it represents a league of superheroes. Justice can be a miraculous superpower that seemingly makes sense for your loss or it can be a compensation of a crime that could have been prevented. Justice can be fame.. talent...money...power...potential...love...honour...life or even death.  So why am I writing about something that can be so many things? Because though Justice is one of the most common words in the world, it is the one thing that is found so little in life. The thought of justice puts one to bed at night and gets one up for years. But how this miraculous justice is going to be rewarded to them forever remains a mystery...Some firmly believe that they should be treated right while others consider it as a  missing piece.  Truth is, for me justice is given the opportunity to follow your heart. To follow the mysterious destination your heart wants to be in, no matter how difficult the ci...

What if I told you I travelled through time, If I said I saw dinosaurs alive? What if I told you of a time , where robots ruled and we barely survived? Would you, in your right mind, believe the words that I recite? How about if I described running trees with fangs? And what if I said I had witnessed the Big Bang? How about now,is your answer still no? Do you still refuse to see the truth in these lines? Ok fine. I understand your reply, You think that I’m crazy and out of my mind. But how is it possible that you blindly believe all of their endless piles of lies. They say they saw it, they swear they did, How are you so sure they didn’t just fabricate it? You believed their weaved words of fiction, And burnt bridges with those who are real, All based on hearsay, and not the real deal, So tell me if you think they were being honest How could you not believe the words I just recited to be flawless? - Mahathi.S .

The relationship between a brother and a sister is always too complicated to explain in words. It’s more or less a feeling of being looked over and constantly taken care of. A brother is someone who can make you cry the loudest and laugh the hardest within mere seconds. He is someone who possesses the extraordinary talent to annoy you till the end of time while simultaneously making sure no one else but him ever does that to you. An overprotective teddy bear that you always have by your side. Someone who gets you, someone who knows you and someone who grew up with you. Every shenanigan you do is somehow documented in his head, and no one is a better partner in crime than your own blood. Yes ,you two fight, you have wars and endless battles, but that doesn’t decrease the love you two have even by a bit , does it? So, to all the multitalented superheroes out there, today is your day! Celebrate your relationship and have a Happy Raksha Bandhan! -Mahathi.S .

The sky always mirrors my day. It’s like a painting hanging from far away/ On some days it’s clear and full of life on others it’s dark with pain and strife/ The sky always seems to know how to change with what tone in what page/ Crystal skies or gloomy nights. Honey dipped sunset with diamond eyes. Every picture tells a story, So does the sky, if you look closely. - Mahathi.S

From doing your hair and letting you do his, To giving you a goodnight kiss From teaching you all the lessons of life, To making sure you get your sleep at night. Every girl’s first superhero and perfect guy. He listens to all your mad theories, And later adds on his own lines. A father’s love is strangely expressive, It’s a whole combo package with teachings and surprises From buying you your favourite toy, To giving you the perfect life. A father’s love is strangely unique, It’s a light of hope made for only you to see. He takes in all your mindless yelling And later makes you smile without ailing. A father’s love is strangely strong, It helps overcome even the deepest of cuts. From helping you rise up whenever you fall, To making sure no one puts you down. A father’s love is beyond words, It’s a feeling to be felt by every girl. To see him smile because of us, It’s a true blessing, a feeling of love - Mahathi.S

She is a queen, not a hopeless maiden. She is a creation of nature that is bound to rule. A prophecy bound to fulfil. Fear bows down to her and the world never fails to heed her call. She is a phantom of the dark meant to bring light. In her smile there is elegance, in her posture there is chivalry, in her words there is justice and in her soul there is magic. She is a queen, with or without a crown. Her word is final for one and all. She doesn’t need saving from the world around. She is the blessing we all hoped for. A child of God, she has children of her own. She is a queen within the chambers of her home. She brought you up and she still never fails to call, Whether you live under her roof or miles far. She is a queen, didn’t you know? She has done everything for you. She has kept in bottles of stored tears And her dreams have been sitting on shelves collecting dust for years. But she still never fails to put on a smile every day. For she is a queen in her own way. -Mahathi.S

You will never come across another girl like her. She is different. She battles her demons all night long and battles her reality all day long. She is a warrior, a girl born with a suit of armour built-in to protect her. Her words are like fire, they will engulf you in pain and her mind is a labyrinth of mayhem. She fights till her last breath for the one's she cares for but her reality remains lonely, with nobody to really trust . She is not a damsel in distress and will never be one, she doesn't need saving from the beasts that circle her. You may think she has a heart of stone but beneath all this chivalry there is a tender being, a caged spirit of kindness, her Achilles heel. The one weakness she will never show for her heart is not of stone but of gold. An angel or a demon whatever she may be, she is different and not like any other girl you will see. She is a catch, the treasure of a lifetime, so if you ever come across her let her know she is special, if you ever see her...

People change with time, I'm sure you know this better than anyone. Their needs and wants from life change so drastically that they become a monster you never want to meet. Their thoughts are vicious now, and their presence is toxic, you are holding them higher than they heed to be. Your eyes are blinded by affection and hope but deep down I think even you know that they are not the same anymore, they do not care anymore. Don't expect them to come back honey, let them go. If they really cared about you, they wouldn't make you cry, if they really wanted you they wouldn't let you leave their sight.They chose this life, they chose to be away, when will you understand that darling? They are not here to stay. Their words may seem like tender honey at first, but it soon going to seep into poison. It will bind you to being someone you aren't, whether you like it of not, all because you don't want them to go. If they were really as angelic as you think, tell me, have th...

Dearest readers, Thank you so much for all the support!! I have a huge announcement for you guys, All heart No hate is now on insta! I'm on Instagram as all_heart_no_hate. Install the app to follow my photos and videos.  https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=rwyuqaknqofs&utm_content=i79oj3c 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩 Pls like, share, follow and of course, spread the word! -Mahathi.S

The world is changing in a way it always has, for better or worse it's in our hands. From nature, we took the greatest power, to rule our kingdom and create an empire. Mother Gaia, they once called her. for she was a goddess of nature, an epitome of love and an offspring of magic. she spread light and ruled fair. she awoke the divine and magic was stronger than life. But, then came man, to destroy and devour. he ripped and tore every last shred of vigour left. An epitome of greed. An epitome of desire He killed, he ravaged and he won. He won against her. Her wrath was inescapable. Her empire in flames. She vowed to break all till the last lineage. Her curse is fatal, and death is futile. her hope to rule has never been so dark. no light in her path but she couldn't stop. for she was Mother Gaia after all/ She decided to wait amongst the shadows. She decided to watch every step of mankind. Her desire to protect the ones of justice grew and her yearning to banish the wrongs heigh...

And yes, it's not easy. It was never meant to be. It takes time, patience and great care to get back on your feet. I know you can do it, I know you have it in you... You just need a light spark to ignite the inferno that is going to burn in you. It's gonna end soon, this war with yourself Life will welcome you on its own soon. As long as you keep rebuilding yourself. The monsters will die down. Their screams will be anguished. Their molten cages will be hard to break again and light will finally find you in your dark abyss. - Mahathi.S

  If you look hard enough, you will find that in brokenness there is strength, in darkness there is light, in wisdom there is foolishness and in life there is hope. If you search hard enough, you will find that in chaos there is beauty, in danger there is a spark and in hurt there is meaning. If you hear loud enough, you will feel the serenity of the wind whoosh against your hair, a slight song against the faint orchestra of nature and a voice guiding you endlessly through the up and downs, highs and lows, twists and turns. If you pay close attention you will find that sometimes, all it takes is a little push for an avalanche,  a little rain for a storm and a little flame for an inferno... -Mahathi.S p.c - tumblr

Online Classes: A place of atrocious antics. There is no other feeling compared to you stuffing down your breakfast because you don't want to be that person eating in front of everyone. The pride in showing off your latest additions to your room is like an expo of its own, making sure that your morning drink souvenir is facing the camera and the quote is 100% legible, unlike your notes. And of course, how could I forget about the fashionistas, "Zara today, GAP tomorrow", overall their roll call itself is like a fashion ramp-walk. And then, there is my batch, the note-writers (a fancier word for 'nerds'), we have our hand up for every question , there is nothing like the feeling of being right, a satisfaction like no other. We strive to hear the words "Good Job!", from the teacher and when we do, get ready...we will be over the moon! If I speak about the nerds then I have to speak about our opposite, "the cool ones", remember the ones wearing su...