abhishekkamble

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when they leave, don't ask them why! .......From Mumbai.

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  • abhishekkamble 6w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

    #hindi #shayari #zindagi #alfaaz #kavita #lines #poetry #shortverse #writersnetwork #life #inspire #motivation #defeat

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    Thodisi shayari.....

    1)Mene dekha 'dhalte' samay me,
    Mene dekha 'dhalte' samay me,
    Tumne palko ko Jalate hue Kuch raste bhooja diye,
    Aur kisi ke dar par apni subah Chhod gaye,
    Malum hai mujhe Tum us raat asman me Chhat doondhte rahe
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    2)Zindagi hai adalat na banao,
    Zindagi hai adalat na banao,
    Unhone toh rishwat se kharid li hai,
    Bas Tum apni sanso ko jubani na banao
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  • abhishekkamble 6w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

    #zindagi #life #writersnetwork #mirakee #shortverse #sadness #lost #fight #rains #summer #ceesreposts

    Toota ayna ( broken mirror)

    Mera Jeena hai ab us sapne tak,
    Jo Dekha Mene khudko bikharne tak,
    Uske baad hai Sab muqammal,
    Bas shayad hi hoga uske baad koi pal,
    Khali hai meri Yeh jholi,
    Rang toh hote hi hai, jaise Ho holi,
    Bas Mujhe unki baate rang degi thodi.

    Na rahegi koi shikayat Ankhein moondne par,
    Aur Yeh kisi ki shikayat na ho jaye yahi hai dar,
    Khair Jee raha hu apne saanso me,
    Warna me toh reh gaya un lakdiyo me,
    Jo jalenge ab mere jeene se,
    Lekin janaze par na rona mere,
    Jab na hi the tum kehlane ko mere.
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    Translation:

    My life is devoted to that dream,
    Which I saw till I was weakened to bones,
    After that, completes everything,
    Leaving no moment for my life later,
    My bag is empty yet,
    But there are colors like the one's in 'Holi'
    Alas! I got covered by their camouflaging words.

    It won't be the same once I close my eyes,
    And I hope people won't complain even for it,
    Well I live in the breathes,
    Otherwise I was remained in the pyre,
    Now Burning as I live more,
    Don't worry, don't cry on my funeral,
    When I didn't belong to you all anymore.
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  • abhishekkamble 7w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @dipsisri

    #life #death #flock #birds #departure #home #love #finally #philosophy #hope #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #shortstory #story #unending

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    Hospital walls

    A wavering spark got out from the grasses struck on in those small pots that found its way to flickering burns of the sun, Alas! The glass walls alleged themselves of mocking the patience, dying in their eyes, walls refrained from saying the least a prayer could do, weren't they culprit for illusioning those white lilies?
    When the sky outside turns so less assured, the walls will grow those bean stalk creepers, only to slither around the illness, going creepy. That Support even be a traitor for those who left the finger prints on a handle that grasped 'holding hands' , between the rhetorical questions that screamed from the cracks and fallen skin of the walls, there was always a dampened 'yes' or 'no' unheard, of whether you suffered to live or waited for the leaf to be blown!
    Can't the rainbows 'lie' without the clouds?you realize someday, the day is counting you when you count the days and I could finally see the flock of birds departing but couldn't see them across curtains, did I live for that 'moment' or died?
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  • abhishekkamble 9w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @_still_in_mess @dipsisri @sou_scribbles_

    #lost #love #unromantic #story #broken #city #kahani #hindi #shortstory #incidents #feelings #writersnetwork #mirakee #life

    //Now suddenly you're asking for it back
    Could you tell me, where'd you get the nerve?
    Yeah, you could say you miss all that we had
    But I don't really care how bad it hurts
    When you broke me first//

    Song - You broke me first ©Tate Mcrae

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    Tumhari marzi

    Us ghar me ab uske payal nahi zhumenge par mene bhi us dehleez se kaha is pyaar ke pehre ko andha karne, shayad uske shikayat ko usne pyaar mana aur apne jajbaato ko mera khyal, uski ahat toh hui, usse Pata tha aur usne kaha bhi, kya hum ab dhur ho sakte hai? kyu? Iska jawab toh aaj khoye hue un kagazo me hai Jaha humari der raat baatein hui.
    Lekin meri phalke abhi bhi Unhi tasveero me bandh hai Jaha Humne pehli baar is rishte ke Ankhon ko nayi duniya dikhayi thi bas wahi yaadein ab bandh Ankhon me hai, Usee yaad hoga na mene diye hue Phul usne bade dhyan Se pakadkar apne gale lagaye, un phulo me aaj uski mehak hogi par Is barsaat ko Fir na dikhana Chhate ka brahm, unhi boondo me ab bhig jaunga jo humare Chhate se roothkar gir gaye bas aaj nahi roka mene usee aur mere asuo ko usne apni marzi mana, kuch khushiya shayad hotho par hi hasti hai lekin Zindagi me nahi.
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  • abhishekkamble 10w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @_still_in_mess @dipsisri @sou_scribbles_

    #sadness #life #shortstory #stories #incident #real #philosophy #fallen #depressed #lost #awaiting #fight #struggle #ceesreposts #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod

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    2017, 10pm

    Hunger and empty walls!

    Those neon lights got struck into his tired eyeballs as he could not walk straight to streets, he had a sullen face dropped to jaws for his guts were enough to show how much had he been carelessly seen.

    Thoughts of "Aree kal first exam hai" ran through his adrenaline that was scared of tumbling the balance under his feets, slowly he stumbled upon the burger joint that was already ridden in pockets, a sudden approach he made to the counter, shocked them.

    "Yes, what would you like to have?", Order taker asked with a gentle gesture

    Confused on what his throbbing hunger would scream over, he hesitantly ordered two Aloo Tikki,
    Order taker nodded his head and saw a spark in him that was never on the brink of closing down.

    While the watch was already late, chairs were quiet vacate, he sat over with a brooding posture that was well matured to question philosophy, order taker couldn't resist to talk him out as he got towards him tip toeing,

    "these hours barely had anyone coming over, I am surprised to see you", order taker said softly.

    He saw the order taker interrupting his calm temple, with a glare he uttered, "maybe few spaces are not to be trespassed, yes I have come cause I have no work?".

    The rude and prideful disguise was torn apart when the order taker spoke, "See little man, I understand maybe we know this on equal levels just less my age from yours? Maybe some strings are puppeting you?".

    He broke to the tiny drips, however not falling to pieces he said, "but that I know, I am just stuck, lately I have realized it had to be two burgers and not a full dinner!"

    Order taker sighed and looked quietly to say, see, we have to be left in some way? Maybe not every home is really a home right?

    He wished to say it all but ended up with a belittled yes, meanwhile from the counter someone spoke "hey this is your order thank you sir", He held the hot and freshly baked burgers and gave a slight cheers to his smile as he waved a bye to order taker.
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  • abhishekkamble 11w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

    #writersnetwork #shortpoetry #poetry #verses #life #unromantic #love #defeat #lost #photographs #poet #pod #ceesreposts

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    Kuch tasveero ko talashte Baitha,
    Pata laga bhuji hui mumbatti bhi Jami rahi,
    Uski Roshni ko na me Kaid kar saka, woh toh dhal gayi,
    Shayad Ankhon se par hatho se nahi,
    Kuch boonde bolne lagi us kanch ke tukde se sahi.
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    Translation:

    I was searching for some pictures,
    But I came to know these candles have been together upon melting,
    I couldn't catch the flames, it was then extinguished,
    Not with the hands but with eyes,
    Some drops could speak through glass.

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  • abhishekkamble 11w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @dipsisri @_still_in_mess

    #missing #love #lost #northstar #guide #home #war #struggle #shortstory #stories #poet #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts

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    Unimagined euphoria ( part 4)

    NH4

    "These chips are tasty, mommy! Tomorrow I want to go out". He said with a stubborn expression having the last day of rejoiced vacation.

    "No we ain't going anywhere beta, we will prepare something nice at home for you" but the mommy was knowing how to get her disturbed kid into his tiny world of fairies that never flew.

    His slumber couldn't be more a sleep as he found his loosened control on over speeding the yellow gleam inside the tunnel as he was a shocked himself.

    The sign boards were only a merely ignored plates that had a wanderlust for every wheel that could slip down the line, his reddish turned eye stressed with yawns mixtured the emotional fury,

    "Man! How much more? I want to eat now I didn't even get sip of wines, I can't stop this whip on sideways, exclaimed while being irritated. Oh yes! One is away 50kms where buses halt too, not to be missed".

    As he went along the way, he found the magic in the myriad of tail lights, sometimes the pole star always lure you to stare at it for every twinkle would speak, "guide me home I ain't lost but I can't move".
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    To be continued in part 5*

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  • abhishekkamble 11w

    @writersnetwork @_still_in_mess @theultimateinsane @dipsisri @sou_scribbles_

    #writersnetwork #pod #ceesreposts #hospital #bed #dream #oblivion #death #love #lost #imagine #last #stop #breathe #after #shortstories #stories

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    Lifts and stretcher

    Body was wrecked enough to blur eyes that saw a nova in the cosmos, emitting beams from only those circular bulbs in my shortly opened eyelids that were desperate to find the plethora of secrets that the throw ups forgot to tell me and I could hear my name echoing for I was unmute but lips appeared to be forcibly stitched, I was unconscious.
    When I woke up, I found a rush through the hallway, not aware if it was a reverie I had it better unnoticed, the curtains that fluttered were still enough to prison me, caging the breathless nose that was suffering the breathe of funeral, how the masked identity would turn anonymous ? And I could remember the papers in the file will be a thrash, becoming crumbles that once fell the cliff end trying to climb the Rocky Mountain, suddenly I was called and I saw a red light approaching me, I was with the sweat that dripped down to chill and I got up on my bed just beside a window pane to see the sparrows chirping in the balcony, an oblivion couldn't be anymore harsh than to remember.
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  • abhishekkamble 12w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess

    #roses #petals #abandoned #love #lost #romance #forgotten #fallen #shortstories #photos #past #lonely #stories #disgrace #left #unsaid #poetry #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #ceesreposts #roseday

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    When petals abandon rose

    I deliberately stumbled down to street where fragrance would have you hypnotized for every flora danced on with a rejoicing music that the vendor tuned in, there! There was a bouquet of bloomed and sun kissed roses with dew on its very petals , the bouquet could be handpicked by the beau who would turn them at the closed door that caved in, for the purpled sky will be forgiving the confessions. Why petals abandon a rose?
    Maybe wilting has always caused weathering of every thorn and while watering, it would prick the petals, for petals said us, "we would be in your vase till we are fallen black and till your fingers are pricked, those tiny droplets of blood will remind why thorns would warn you", "can't you abandon me", rose exclaimed.
    "No, Cause love always reigned the last petal but until then you would be kept in the vase to witness the little spilling of unfaithful romance into the waters poured in and when you touch you would see retaliating rose with an anger", petals expressed disgrace, Maybe the person who abandoned you may not come back but their fragrance will never leave the rose. Were we pricked by the thorns?
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  • abhishekkamble 12w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @odysseus

    #bus #travel #incidents #life #love #stories #romantic #writeup #lovestory #shortstory #writersnetwork #mirakes #pod #ceesreposts #indian #wait #date

    'Unimagined euphoria (part 3)'

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    NH4.

    Caution to the winds, the rear view mirror only showed a small cluster of headlights as he had over taken every car that tried to keep their temple at peace, his gearbox had been restless and if only he had some mercy over his right leg pushing forcibly the accelerator, he could have probably not horrified the edgy 'Ghats'.

    His wide opened and strained eyes fumed to the unattended self, maybe the photographs are the biggest lie to the stranger's sight and he somewhat was one of a kind. How can a tree be with all green leaf but will not let fall asleep a single one? He drove over the vendetta that served him bitter courage that he tasted willingly.

    "Ahhh! At this point, I could reach my meeting tomorrow a bit early, I need to have some snacks", his throbbing hunger responded now, the evening were chanting the chirps in the western ghats, now it was yet dark down the mountains where lived the tiny shelters and cloud hidden towers, he left all the side window mirage in vain.

    He was going haywire with his vehicle, he knew he was the biggest stake holder and owner, any rash could be a fatal blow, but now he could drive fearlessly for every fear drowned with his swallowing of warnings that rang in his head.

    'Maybe rubbing eyes on every tear have only blurred the mind more'

    To be continued in part 4

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