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  • _g_cabulary 14w

    The city turned red
    when the sun kissed the sky,
    and a goodbye was all that
    remained behind,

    Maybe that's how we are
    supposed to love,
    let go and move on.

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  • _g_cabulary 15w

    The painted sky
    seemed brighter
    everytime the artist fell asleep,

    maybe the colours blended better
    when he saw her as a dream.

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  • _g_cabulary 15w

    I don't knw why I wrote this��

    #wod #mirakee

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    When you finally decide to leave,
    remember to take all of you
    and leave nothing back for me,
    for I might search for your traces
    and end my carrying them
    every where I go,
    as smiles, as tears,
    as laughters, as fears.

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  • _g_cabulary 15w

    I always wondered why you
    adored the mornings
    While lovers were supposed
    to admire the nights serene,

    With every dawn, you wished
    to see the sun crawl up to your bed
    while lovers were supposed to wait
    for dim lights and sunsets,

    You wished for love tales
    that never ceased to end
    while love stories were supposed
    to end with lover's death,

    I always wondered how you
    did things a little different from love,
    maybe you're lighter shade of purple
    as unique as the color above.

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    A lighter shade of Purple

    // poem in caption //

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    My love, send some love tomorrow too ❤��

    #pod #mirakee

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    I mention your name to the sky
    and it brings along a new dawn,
    and with it, the missing mirth of the meadows return, that had been misplaced while
    reaching for dead ends in the name of
    new beginnings.

    Though the nights hadn't slept
    and kept awake your dreams in my head,
    I'm as crisp as the daffodil now
    waiting for the skies to tell me the stories
    you told the moon, last night.

    And now as the sun is up
    I can barely wait to bask in the sunshine
    that carries with it your hopes,
    your adieu, your poems, your prose
    and the memories of I loving you.

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    Last night, he was here, right here, sitting next to me. He's laptop was stretched on his lap, one hand holding it and the other checking his phone for mails. He was saying something about spamming one of his collegue to which I hadn't payed much attention. You know, it was usual. It took me three years to understand why his friends called him a piece of mischief.
    So while I was busy planning for our anniversary, he was continuously clogging my ears with giggles and guffaws. I wondered how his job was still secure.
    Three hours ago, we were in living, switching channels to binge something different. He had a bowl filled with popcorns in his hand and the remote was in mine. He was stressing on going for an OTT subscription and I was denying time and again. I knew that after subscribing, he won't even take a glimpse of it. Also, I was planning to renovate the place and I had to save.
    Today morning, while I was opening the blinds, I wished to go for a vacation, maybe to the North East. I knew he would instantly buy into the mid summer holiday. And in those few moments, I had imagined myself getting photographed by him in a tea garden. Little did I knew that life couldn't be planned.
    So this morning, while I had forgotten what life is, I noticed that he hadn't woken up. He never did.
    The laptop still rested open on the side table, the unwashed bowl of popcorn still laid on the kitchen counter and the bed still smelled of his aroma. What was missing was the man who I loved.
    Now I guess I know where I went wrong. I planned everything I wanted but never thought of getting prepared for the unexpected.
    Maybe I should have.
    Maybe I should have been a little more sober to live those small moments before they could vanish forever.


    #story #mirakee

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    All about Last Night

    //story in caption//

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    Rebel

    I'm a rebel they say
    I carry storms within
    they believe,
    they say I'm fire
    One day I'll burn myself
    they yell,

    But in the mirror when I look
    I see my reflection speak
    and it says that I'm just a regret
    at the wrong time, trying to do the right thing

    So I question it in return,
    Is there a particular time to revolt?

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    @_vedika let the guessing game begin! ����

    #pod #mirakee #memories #maze #home

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    A home to let.

    I went for pen and paper
    to distant myself from you,
    just like warmth runs away
    on discovering the morning dew,

    Little did I know that it was a maze
    of memories, not letting me forget,
    for I was writing poetry
    but simply giving you a home to let.

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    Felt better����

    #wod #mirakee #moveon

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    Moving on is better than
    waiting for what is gone,
    for what is lost
    can never come back,
    but what is ahead
    might stay for a little longer.

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  • _g_cabulary 16w

    Mine❤

    You aren't mine, but sometimes
    it feels like you're meant to be mine,
    maybe because people meant to be together
    don't need to be close by,
    love feels the same even
    when lovers are separated by miles.