abhishekkamble

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

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  • abhishekkamble 6w

    #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #mirakee #miraquill #rains #june #monsoon #love #romance #stories #shortstories #sad #depressing #lively

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    How June described a rain?

    "Rain please shed a (t)ear and mercy the little me, you are impostering me" - June said while sobbing sarcastically

    A stale summer traumatized by the shopping spree of sweats parched on the tan, she stammered a drizzle over the black tea's brewing aroma that just steamed in granny's balcony and granny's white hair swayed in her twenties, as if her skin was not sullen of window sills.
    June muttered to herself, when she sensed a breathe blaspheming his greyish eyes, for the drooping dark circles were peeping underneath the couch, where the door drunk closed the jagged bottle, "alas! will he ever pardon himself?", June sighed.
    A windy sky later, June's cleverish grin exclaimed, "but I guess few sandals are kept stranded", as she peaked between the silly curtains, while a girl raised her chin. "don't you be the bus stop we slipped upon, for I will again leave the umbrella lurking", the girl mumbled and the bed sheets lied over her soaked, pruney fingers but he vowed her, "I will never let your pasta packet fall off your bicycle, I know you slurp the bowl!". June couldn't be more embarrassed than the girl's cheeks were, but June's feet splashed the browny puddles as petrichor smelled the grass tips.
    One slippery noon, a snoring sky was lazier than the street lamp and a car window, whose sick wiper had her bun messy and annoyed when the rose began to bleed, she looked back huffing with her bluish eyes, "see I told you, you never loved my braids", he knew she would again cross hastily, so he waited for 5.00pm, "maybe she is just angry of you so she won't show herself", his clock told him. So he hushed and the rose fell asleep on the pedestrian.
    A traffic signal's dead sleep had June accident someone's daydream, so June asked, would there have been rains if I wasn't June?
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    A June's dilemma

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  • abhishekkamble 8w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #life #romantic #hindi #poetry #hindistories #shortstory #colors #rainbow #sadness #kuchalfaaz #ceesreposts

    @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

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    Us badal ki nirasha

    "Woh dhup thi un dino ki, ki aaj badal bhi puchte hai Kaha gayi tumhari parchaiyi jisme tumhara asmaan bhi chhip jaata tha"
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    Translation
    "She was the sun of those days that even the clouds ask me now where is your shadow where your world could hide in"
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  • abhishekkamble 9w

    #shayari #hindi #kuchalfaz #alfaz #kahani #zindagi #romance #tale #life #monsoon #summersky #rains #qoutes #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts

    @theultimateinsane @_still_in_mess @sou_scribbles_

    "Woh Hawa bhi gumsum si hai,
    shayad kisi ki khwaish Kano ka intezaar Kar Rahi hai"
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    "Kuch din dhup aati hai Lekin Chhav Nahi, woh kuch aise hi dhup hai, Jise dekhar me din manta hu"
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    Translation
    1) the wind blows the loneliness, maybe someone's awaited wish yearns an ear

    2)some days it is bright but no clouds surround, she is such a Sun ray whom I call a day

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    Kuch alfaz

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  • abhishekkamble 10w

    #romance #shortstory #stories #sunflower #rainbows #music #evenings #citylove #love #life #memories #firstdate #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #rains #monsoon #oneday

    @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_ @_still_in_mess

    Dedicated to my love❤

    "Meri khwaishe bhi tujhme hai,
    Jo tu Mange Wahi mang lu,
    Bas Itni si khwaish ab sirf meri hai".
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    Her sunflower vase

    Her wardrobe painted a blue of his denims, while she sat in her purple gown appealing to the iron board, the steam of his t shirts, it made her realize the iron swaying over the roughs when she breathed all the air in, she pinched her thoughts when she sensed her fingers shallowed over her dimple cheeks, the redness her cheeks had was the paint of red roses he once blushed with, she said to herself, "oh it's almost time", she glanced over the window pane as curtains blew the wheezing wind, "mumma! Oh mumma!" She heard a little shout, that crawled in to peep his mumma through the creaking doorway, she gasped a sigh and bent over to be his embrace.
    "Mumma papa!", The child blabbered as she looked into his tiny eyes that saw her first, she told him, "hey kid, daddy will be coming home, he works hard no, he goes office, he bring fruits, he bring toys, he loves mumma and you", the child whispered a chuckle and pointed his finger at mumma's nose as she kissed his forehead with all her affectionated motherhood, she tucked his head on her bosom, while he hung around her neck with his loosening hold, before she could sing a twinkle twinkle her son already snored a sleep. She then sat on the couch watching the munchkin and pondered how her son will be pulling his bag strap cause it might be too heavy to hung on his delicate shoulder, unaware that they are the bones least bothered about themselves and as she was grabbing her cellphone, he rang the doorbell ! She got up gradually and tip toed her slippers and opened the safety door, looking at her man she couldn't be more impatient than this, to tightly wrap her warmth around his perfumed white collared formals, he always stared at her with the face he looked at her, the eyebrows bowed upon the forehead and the lips longing to curve a bit more and the 'honey please open the door' had her sleepless afternoons evanesce in front of her sight.
    He told her, "ah it was another busy day but hey there's something I have, I have been waiting to give you this", happy at his curious girl, he asked her, "but no cheating you gotta close your eyes first", just to ensure a fair play he blindfolded her "ever waiting" questions, held her hands and asked her to keep them still, he then opened her blindfold and she got her brand new dress that she reluctantly added in her 'wishlist' cart, she jumped and clinged to him, he caressed her sweated and tensed head and rubbed her back which was tired of standing a day long with her multi-tasking, He said, "I knew girl, you waited for my paycheck but how could I wait to see you being this kid again, now you will get a day off and I will do the dishes", she slapped his cheek teasingly and said to herself, " I had never seen a skyline so starry but you gave me a different frame"
    Suddenly he banged his head on his study table, "oh when I fell asleep thinking what all I could do for you", and he sighed, there's still time we marry and he snapped back to the glass window, where he stuck his 'to do' list. He said in his thoughts, "girl thodasa wait, I am getting ready my suite!".
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  • abhishekkamble 18w

    @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_ @_still_in_mess

    #letter #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #gratitude #loveletter #romantic #changing #change #autumn #summer #monsoon #rains #hopes #colors #real #story #stories #poems #ceesreposts

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    Words in the image belongs to me!

    To my love,

    "If sky was a sea, we would have swam more dreams than we see the clouds". I had never doubted the sky even after listening to 'the sky is falling' but maybe I ironically existed to only day dream about 'thousand reasons why would it be' and if I had to convince the sky, I would say, "you don't have to drown me in, I am already a cloud floating, but I hope to capsize soon into your blues" so I keep finding shapes in them like a toddler and finding meanings like an adult. But that evening, a little in me changed, that was the first time, I stared the life into a falling raindrop, slipping miserably from my palms and I looked above the black and gray clouds to only find a sky that was so clear, the winds breezing through the jacket, stopped in the slits and pockets where I always covered the cold fingers.
    Every morning sky, where the wrinkled bed sheets, where the half filled jug, where the repeated songs, dominated me, she opened the door to the green grasses that waited for my barefooted walk, where the dew drops waited to heal the cracked feet, where her bangles rung the alarm and where the sun rose in my bedroom upon my eyelid, She changed 'the arm chair sleep' into sound snores and 'afternoon unbearable sky' into her shadows that played in me, every afternoon where my unread book was left opened, where the lunch never filled the stomach, where the TV turned blank, she always found an excuse to search the 'me'. She never hesitated to hold the story book for me to find a child in me, she knew the dusk's purple and reddish sky had him color blinded but she knows how to let him see the colors, she knows the biggest fear in me was when the sky turned black again, he will shiver for all the grays. So she never stopped me talking to the walls, instead she let me count the stars where I was left behind holding someone's finger who taught me how to walk and I would today say, 'you changed the skies I had once seen'.

    'Now I only the see the fluffy clouds,
    Romanticizing the shapes we see together'

    From,
    The boy whom you taught the colors

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  • abhishekkamble 21w

    @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_ @_still_in_mess

    #love #romance #stories #shortstory #author #relatable #rains #stress #tension #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts #mumbai #citytales #monsoon

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    Dedicated to someone special❤

    (Him,he = I )

    A rainy wall!
    She worn the summer as her eyes flew the airplanes she drew, they never flee but fell with their tips dampened upon the rainy condensed walls that moistened her fingers where she touched him when she longed for herself, where her braid opened the wet hair she showered with insecurities, where she danced the red nose away as he swayed her sneezes on his chest and where she smelled his t shirt's presence on herself, her silhouette struck her eyes and she felt her palm on the wall in anguish and bent over to lean on in distress, to only hammer the fist that once knew how to hide a little toffee, she heard how the thunderstorm snapped the pictures that midnight and how the metal sheds on terrace rusted one more year, she then sat down and rested her aches on the window sill as the umbrella out drew her name.
    He rubbed the window pane slid across the curtains that always played peekaboo, today with her sighs! The drizzles that lashed his face had her eyes looking frail, he was looking through her yet afar, she thought is he seeing those same needles falling down that loosened the stitches he had woven and that the thread from the woollen ball is worn out from the piece of cloth he wore but he knew she would never let the umbrella be thrown away, he knew the walls she had torn apart to believe the faith in him and she knew he will not keep the slate blank, but he didn't stop pondering over her blank stare, he knew he was a tear in her eyes, he couldn't fall into deep slumber unless he will dwell a 'hot tea with her curious talks' in her dreams.
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  • abhishekkamble 23w

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_

    Dedicated to mom❤

    #mothersday #mom #summer #backagain #ceesreposts #slampoetry #longverse #stories #poems #imaginary #love #tales #cities #shortstories

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    Photo by - ©EdwardHowell

    One evening, I found a sunflower in your purse,
    A day before I found a candy in,
    I never knew if a chocolate too fit in,
    Then one afternoon I asked you,
    If you would hold the brush,
    So I could paint the water colors,
    On my page of abstract scribbles,
    You drew patiently while I rushed,
    You sat with me in the balcony then,
    Once the dusk came, I saw the traffic on lanes,
    You said, look at that glowing signal, popping lights!
    I never thought, if simple road had a luring sight,
    Where I threw the spoons and cups,
    You brought them again so I won't hiccup
    Little tiny gulps of cereals and soups,
    Is what a sour tongue would eat on a loop,
    You tip toed the tiny steps,
    So I could stand firm on heavy,
    You held the palms softly, so I could grip the rush hour train easily,
    You said, first word was papa, but I couldn't agree,
    I believe I had spoken thousand unsaid words before I spoke,
    But you know, in between the unsaid and said, I exclaimed,
    To call you maa, it took me some more aims,
    You know, I am still your child that used to wipe face on your dress,
    Just I know I am a little nights older than the last summer stress,
    You are my first glance though an unnoticed stare,
    I cannot be in the cradle again and I cannot swing at the funfare,
    But I know I can still tie the garland in your bun is that fair?
    I know that's not, cause I was good at entangles rather than triangles,
    In my math book, you taught me how shapes looks like,
    But really when I left your finger, I found you away than the obtuse angle,
    I know you still wait to have dinner and you will forever,
    So I promise to come home early today, won't that be a lie ever?
    When I removed the cloak of time, I found a changed me,
    You were yet the same mommy, you didn't age,
    Rather I aged between the years I lived and years I didn't,
    And I wish to feed you, my hand longs to touch softly those shying cheeks,
    I am not careless yet I broke your favorite vase of rose that day,
    But I know like always I would hold ears and say sorry,
    Without you i can't just find a way,
    I can't see you having any kind of a worry!
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    A melodious harmony!

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  • abhishekkamble 33w

    @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 34w

    @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 34w

    @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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