Mirakee
The rising sun sometimes feel like a window to the next unknown world just like the eyes of a beloved.
©AI
anushairfan
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Thoughtful yet wordless at times. I am a little bit of everything and a lot of crazy.
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anushairfan
1w
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Right things happen when the right person walks into your life and loves you unconditionally.
Thank you for making my life amazing by loving me like you do and by always being by my side.
You mean the world to me babe. -
anushairfan
7w
If I have to ask for it,
I don’t want it.
Keep your love, care, concern, attention and thoughtfulness for someone who will demand it from you.
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anushairfan
8w
I don’t do drugs.
I think no one should do drugs.
I have never met a high in life which could beat the high of love.
I don’t do drugs.
I love you like my life depends on it and it gives me the strength to beat the hell out of life.
©AI -
anushairfan
8w
Of all the things I learned in life, learning to write when I can’t speak helped me the most. It gave me time to think about situations, to delay judgement, to let go, to forgive and to let Allah heal my heart secretly when its broken by His people knowingly or unknowingly.
©AI -
anushairfan
8w
The most precious presents are the ones we can’t buy at a store. Your time and attention, making someone your priority, loving someone exactly the way they are, caring for them, being concerned about them, protecting them emotionally and being their safe place is all that matters. Pause for a moment and just make them feel special with your actions because however you make someone feel stays with them forever.
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anushairfan
8w
I don’t understand these valentines day discounts on things. I would rather have a discount on feelings. If on other days you make feel 75% safe around you both emotionally and physically, make it 85% today. Gifts doesn’t mean anything if you can’t protect my heart from being broken or can’t take care of how you make me feel.
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Sitting next to someone you love is therapeutic. No matter how the silence flow or where the conversation go. It’s peaceful beyond measure. All the luxuries of the world, everything people run after or crave is nothing in comparison to the love we feel inside our very core.
Every night I count my blessings, I keep counting “YOU” until I drift off to sleep and dream of a lifetime of togetherness with you.
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anushairfan
11w
If Monday was a person, I would’ve murdered it.
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anushairfan
12w
He said I am his beginning and ending.
I promised to be his everything in between.
©AI
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talk is cheap. promise
to kiss my pain
away and i'll let you
in, in my closet of
masquerades.
("promises are meant to
be broken", muttered the
crowd of heartbreaks. i am
a part of the goddam crowd too.)
stay away.
don't lean
in close to
fuck my
wounds
with your
filthy eyes.
(it wasn't until i saw my
reflection in your eyes,
i knew that your eyes lied
too. you adore the dead,
with those nasty naive eyes)
no, don't
do that.
no, don't.
(i can scrap all your
ache away, but no more
lies, please. lies are
poisonous and by now
i'm 90% venom already)
don't do that.
not until you're
gonna lessen any
of my pain that's
fucking sky high.
(can't blame the sky,
can i? you disappeared
like the hues too, i'm
sitting close to my bedlight,
but it's still dark and blue)
talk is cheap.
bring evidence on
the table of remorse.
let your actions
prove how amazing
a liar you are.
(take my mask off to
engulf the reeking
of my corroding heart.
rip my flesh apart in the
guise of healing, and
walk over me at 3 a.m.
on an evil friday night)
it won't come as a suprise
to me. not this time, i promise.
(bloody foolish i must be.
to still do promises. but that's
all what you love me for. my
naiveness belittles your sadism)
you are different, unlike the rest
of us. you don't believe that
actions speak louder than words.
words are all you have, you say.
but i don't have the heart to
entangle the mystery lingering
around your words anymore.
so, go on, and tear me apart.
do it once again.
until i'm break
b r e a k
breaking
you love watching me die,
and i don't mind being the pain
that precedes your pleasure.
so, wreck my heart. but make
sure you do it right. cause that's
what you do the fucking best. -
despair
50w
Read Morehere is a broken girl,
wailing against the wall,
for a love that was smoke
and mirrors. there is cocaine
hooked on her lips and she
refuses to let the pain get to
her head when midnight lurks
around the corner of her dark
dark bedroom. with grief-stricken
fingers, she knits a lie and hangs
it on her door, barring people from
ending up in her blood smeared
haven. all she has even known
is hope so she hops from her seat
when she glances at the moon and
breaks her limb in an attempt to cage
the brightest star in the sky with her
tiny hands. melancholy outmanoeuvre's
her naiveness and she falls straight
into the arms of her lover. it's a crime
to sniff tarnishing love off a lover's
sleeves and sad girl's don't do that so
she pushes him away and darts back
into the tiny cage that submerges her
fragility as she scatters on the floor. the
lights of her room flicker and she hopes
to pluck a star from a sky to hang it
next to her dreamcatcher so he doesn't
appear in her nightmares anymore but
hope is a sin she cannot barter for an
unhinged obsession and she makes the
same mistake of jumping from the
highest floor in the building, rubbing
her tears away cause there are no
stars in the sky tonight and the moon
doesn't show up to grieve her loss. this
time when she lands in his arms, he doesn't
let her push him away and pulls her closer.
she is vulnerable and he is her kryptonite
and he knows that she melts in the right arms
so he brushes his fingers over her wounds,
and she prompts him to kill her one last time
before he traces his fingers down her neck
and tells her how she never learns from her
mistakes. it is wildering to fathom why
she hates this gentleman who waves at
her every time her limbs walk away from
him, running into the stale corners of her
mind, too big to hover over his pale lips
and the lustful gaze that can make her dig
her own grave. he doesn't dare to break the
starstruck gaze that fills her eyes with
loosely held souvenirs from the past and
she once again hopes that he'd confess love
but he pulls out a dagger and stabs her as
he whispers I love you and she smiles as she
falls on the ground 'cause she knows that it's
hard to escape a love that's designed to kill.Maybe, I could still love myself with
the bleeding shards that remained,
but red was never my favourite colour
and I no more had it in me to give it a try. -
Sometimes I feel like Chameleons were the ancestors of humans.
©__garima__ -
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Would you make a deal with Devil for me...... He asked.....
I did make the deal with Devil once and I think you are the result of me not fulfilling my end of the deal.... She replied
©Barkat -
Not all fairies are fair...... Few are colorful with her Halo reflecting through her eyes....
©Barkat -
Oblivion
I watched the ink fade away,
The papers mottled & turned gray,
The only memory of you,
Gone without a hue.
©este_coalmirth -
Rise from beneath
The piles of ambitions
And live for yourself
At least once©writer_bychoice
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bashful_wordsmith
192w
Sitting on the balcony,
Staring out of the window,
I look at the clouds
and adore their monochrome.
I wish for that absolution,
The concreteness of
black and white.
But then the wind blows and
Reveals the veiled blue.
I sigh thinking how
Everything is a mixture of hues,
How these colours are the cues
That nothing can be relative.
Some days I abhor the colours,
Other days I diffuse into them. -
wonderlously_lost
194w
Mind Games.
Getting Lost in your thoughts is easy,
resurfacing is the hard part.
All those happy and twisted thoughts
and memories.
They're hard to overcome.
maybe it would be easier if I just let go.
Give in.
I'll be gone but everything will go on.
@wonderlously_lost
