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amandas4127
10w
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amandas4127
10w
Someone asked me what will be your last dream
I replied: My last dream is not to die with dreams but with memories -
amandas4127
13w
संभव की सीमा जानने के लिए असंभव से आगे निकलना पडता है |
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amandas4127
13w
"कोरा कागज़ था ये मन मेरा.."
Now its a mess -
amandas4127
14w
'बहतर' कल का इंतजार करते करते 'अच्छे' आज को जीना भूल गए |
©amandas4127 -
amandas4127
15w
Don't fall in love,
Always rise in love
©amandas4127 -
amandas4127
19w
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At the starting point of anything most of us feel lost, we don't know where it will take us, which problems we will be facing, which type of people we would meet, why we are actually doing this, what is the purpose of our life... etc but slowly we adapt to new things, people & their ways. We start to learn new things & eventually everything clears before us & now we know what was the purpose behind everything ever happened!!
Initially we all feel lost...
©amandas4127 -
amandas4127
19w
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Though words are a mere representation of one's thought but sometimes the selection of words make the thoughts more beautiful !
and sometimes you meet words that hit you deep inside...
©amandas4127 -
amandas4127
19w
गंगा का पानी
और
हृदय की वाणी
सदैव पवित्र रहेंगे |
©amandas4127 -
amandas4127
20w
Many a times we meet people,
Sometimes we meet thoughts ,
Sometimes personality,
But rarely we meet a soul.
©amandas4127
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branthan
11w
Read MoreHow do you tell someone that you want to die? Would you write few lines on a white sheet, ink stained against your skin or would you leave without a word?
On a cold December night when no one is talking, when the world is silent that you can hear yourself clearly for the first time in a while. Or maybe on an autumn eve when the sky bleeds away into the ocean for the last time. A tranquil kind of solitude.
It isn't sad, death is death, an end is an end. Nothing more nothing less. Yet, we carry certain things that don't belong to us a little longer than we are supposed to. Like, stories of someone that made you smile for no reason on a night like this.
Do you think about death too? I wonder.
I have learned that we have to make peace with the mortality, the fragility of existing. One day you're here and then you're not. But, there is happiness, around the edges of your favorite book that you keep coming back to, warmth around the curves of someone that made you feel like something more than this, this mere existence where you struggle to wake up.
I think what makes life worth living is death, the unpredictability of existence. You don't know when the story ends, you don't know the destination but you walk through days with a hope that there is a tomorrow to wake up to. It could be your brain playing tricks on you yet it feels so real, feels so personal.
I think when we comprehend this unpredictability, we will realize how important every moment makes you feel because maybe this moment is all there is. You don't know if this moment is your last, the last kiss, a hug, the last poem that you're ever going to write, last meal, last conversation, the last smile, the last moment where you could feel the life. A few moments on this tiny planet, alone but never lonely.
I know people but I don't. It's a contradiction. Maybe the right thing to say is, I know part of them, some pieces from broken conversations that I can barely remember. I wonder they know about me too.
#justamidlifecrisis.
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flyhigh
31w
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_oracular
27w
Read MoreI pay the going breaths with the ones
that are coming by.
This tiresome trading is a failed business.
Stocks couldn't earn me any profits.
Any peaceful exchange.
The market keeps on fluctuating like tides
on a shore less sea.
No island or tree to stop and rest by.
No coconut to fall on my head and
hurt it so bad,that it all comes out
of my drowning emotions.
I wish I could be the island,but I am just the
sand burning coarse under the heat of the day.
Expanding to my farthest spilled sins,
chewing my lifeboats to crawl a little.
Move a little. Feel a little.
Under the moonlight,the waves toss me into
the voids of waters and fit for their loss.
The water glimmers a little more being
bandaged by my sucked light.
And,I glow with pale ness of a corpse.
Dragged to every inch of imprints I saved.
I touched and burned cold.
The trees over my watered soil are
hovering like eagles as green ashes
in the sky.
Rocks meant to guard growing by into
sculptures of natural disasters.
Cracks and vulnerable thunders now
a familiar sight.
Roses I hid under my folds are charred,
from the kohl of the night I swallowed.
I sip them everytime it rains as they groan,
buried under me in suicidal consciousness.
I wish the winds to be harder than they
are,to drive me out of this vain
awakening and get the unwanted
foetus out.
The one who is darker than me,
for I am afraid what it might become
if let roam free.
But,they are just here to play and be gay.
And I am still the s a n d,everywhere yet n o w h e r e.
©oracular_I am still the s a n d,
everywhere yet n o w h e re. -
tengoku
31w
Old memories smell
as fresh as the aroma of a new book.
-Ananya -
Father {Far(there)}
You're a masterpiece of God,
embedded by the pearls of gold.
I'm one of his abhorrent mistakes,
full of scars and dipped in coal.
You're an ocean of peace,
quenching thirst of hope and love.
I'm a burning piece of chaos,
whose world is dark and sky is rough.
You're the purest song of virtues,
sung by the angels of heaven.
I'm a torn piece of sin,
chanted in the hell by the demons.
You deserve universe,
you deserve every single drop of love.
But you were gifted me,
who's a piece of void and never enough.
You're the galaxy of brightest colours,
and people say that I'm a piece of you.
Then why I'm a fallen star of your sky,
hated by light, loved by the darkest hue?
-Ananya -
petrichor_tales
46w
Read More#mother #concretepoetry #concrete
@aaditya #inspired
#existenceisethereal
Thank you so much for the kind reposts
@writersnetwork and @mirakee. To be alive!
a moment's
delirious pain
gave way once
to ecstatic joy in
tears of eclectic
emotions, her
eccentric
moods were
suddenly in place
crystal clear and in
focus, on a point of
singularity, a single
concentric life
snuggled into
her bossom
An ethereal
sensation to her
instincts, enlivened
by the touch of a soul
dependent on her, to exist
as a single entity, until an
ennead in months come to
pass, overcome by a need to
care nurture and nourish for,
twisting turning and tumbling
inside a vessel of verklempt
growing, until the water of
elegant existence break
forth, ruptured and
contracting, beads
of perspiration
adorn a face
until a chord
o symphony
emerge out.
Snip!drops
existence
breathing
bawling
battling
bare till
she kiss
touch &
cuddle.
her own
creation
love 's
accretion,
An existence!
©petrichor_tales -
mirakee
76w
#autumn
