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a little more alive,
when a little close to death
or
when falling in love.
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Crave for love that stays
When it rains,
Especially when it rains.
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How amazing to be peach
cheeked with you and draped
In moonbeams with you.
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forests, oceans and skies,
Hold replicas of our souls,
for us to come find when,
we do not feel whole..
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And let the love grow,
Like a wallflower
In the most unexpected places,
Yet beautiful..
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And you are the best poem
I've ever heard.
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In those moments of her imperfections,
He poured some blissfulness.
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she is an art on a shining moon glowing with the smile of a star.
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Just like the thorns don't stop the flowers from grooming!!!
Sometimes you need to break for blooming.
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Everytime you fall,
you find a new way to rise up
and even if you don't
you can always master the old ones.
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ritika_writes_ 40w
This world could be more beautiful,
When people's minds would be more pure and truthful.
This world could be more beautiful,
When people would be not judged on the basis of their colors and looks.
This world could be more beautiful,
When people's choices would not be questioned and ignored.
This world could be more beautiful,
When true beauty would be discovered in someone's heart.
This world could be more beautiful,
When kindness and humanity would be everyone's religion.
This world could be more beautiful,
When the magic of kindness and love would be spread; not the virus of hatred.
©ritika_writes
Stay blessed
Stay kind
Stay safe
Have a wonderful day .
And more love at everyone's way...
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rritikaa 40w
MOON
I want to climb the invisible stairs to reach the moon and hug him so tight that the stars would get envious.
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I'm broken,but don't want to show my broken pieces to the world.
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Art
At times something will break your heart ,
That's how you can create an exceptional art .
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devkishore 41w
So what if
A frosty December night,
Ivory cloud awing the white crescent,
Making it appear like a puff of smoke
Or rather a curtain of slapdash....
So what if on a night like this I confessed
My love...
It ws a stone thrown into the sea,
I ws unaware of how long it would keep sinking.
Shouldn't u hv known better ?
That pretty words aren't always true
So what if I changed the idea of pain and heartache for u
I never asked u to put the keys to ur smile
Into my pockets...
Darling all I do is blame u for the wounds I hv inflicted upon ur soul.
And yet 'm the one sitting with ur picture in my hand, under the lamppost where we first met
Hoping that a night like this might make u miss me again.
But when did realtily ever cared for if's n buts?
It is wat it is
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pennedbysamiksha 41w
Sometimes she felt a little broken,
But acquiring her spirit each day,
She grew into a warrior,
Slowly but steadily,
And soon knew she is the worst or the best dream ever for those out there...
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samikhyadash 41w
Hush!
Hush!! Hush!!!
Don't speak this loud
They say, as i voice my anger
You are a lady
Maintain your grace,
That's what you are for!
Hush!! Hush!!!
Laugh slowly
There is too much of teeth visible
You have to look adorable...
Your teeths must be there for alluring
None for biting!
Hush!!! Hush!!!!
Why do you act so different?
Watch the others and learn!
You should have beauty along with Grace
A voice of a Nightingale
A head always bowed!
Hush!!!! Hush!!!!!
You should not protest...
You should not tell those truths
He doesn't want to hear,
You are a lady
You need to be protected!
Torn!
Broken!!
Raped!!!
Attacked!!!
Hush! Hush!! Hush!!!
She never followed rules...
Let her be.
That's what she deserves...
©samikhyadash -
meenatchi 41w
Worn out papers still smelling ink,
Words that speak louder than we think,
Standing and slanting lines speaking our mood,
Each letter, with the test of time has stood.
Arriving drenched or parched or torn,
All speaking stories true to their own.
Carrying from the sender, the scent, touch, laughter and tears,
Leaving the receiver in bliss despite the passing of many years.
Texts and emails not even a shadowy match,
All our withered out emotions need letters to patch.
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On the highway of unlimited dreams,
In the warm smell of wet city....
The memories of childhood..
Even today, it is also called by hand....
Without float.... the boats....?
©nikita_bose_biswas
