Peek a boo I just saw you, With the help of a telescope You were weaving stars of tranquillity In the Saturn skies.
For every inch of thy soul Rendered the fragrance of the lavender rains A travel to the mystery space Of beautiful zoya's charming blaze. Which won't haze.
She looked close to a mist of golden fireflies A soul so rapt with mirth and light Drunk you seem of moonlit poetries Pearl stunned verses pulling me Out of life's all adverseries.
I see you in haste to return to work Leaving your paper, palettes all out of place Are you heading to return to Earth to run again In this congested space. Yes,I see you hop into, penetrating the atmosphere you come in through.
Now you are in front of me.. I see you,with my naked eyes I walk forth to talk to you But mum wakes me up from sleep. Ahh! What a dream it is !
I hope it might someday come true ❤️ And I could really meet you For you inspire me all through Yes,you , a beautiful soul!
Happy Bengali New Year to all. I don't know how many of you can read bengali,but that's my piece on this auspicious day. Everyone stay happy and blessed. Don't forget to tag your Bengali friends here !
I voice against judging people by their profession.I voice against molestation ,child trafficking,rape. I thoughful change in the mindset of people can give rise to all such answers, these women have,rather all individuals who are subdued by one or the other have.
Yes it's a old post. But today's promt just was a perfect fit.So posted it again. Tis a long read !
I don't know why I wrote this, or it's significance. Just another random rant. A long read.Bear me !
#freedomc#writersbay maybe not the Cinderella you wanted @writersbay still, a fading hope stays . Edit 2: OHHMYY GOD..This is a double surprise on my way..a wb and wn repost together...I never expected thiss...thenkkeww❤️
So embarrassing that the most craziest person wrote the most coolest person here. I'm sorry Kini, facing huge writer's block and I couldn't write you well. I adore you so much, (you know that right ) but sorry for this lame piece. I hope you would smile a lil. I never thought I would get the chance to write you. Thank you for this wonderful challenge. I loved it. @writersbay#weekendc
Not as gorgeous as you still I hope you'll like it ಥ_ಥ You told me no one has written for me but you don't know how much I feel happy to write you coz you know you my old pal. While seeing that challenge, I felt I have so many buddies to write... Hihi A short one for you @heartsease Okay no further description, you know me well.
//Kho gaye hum kahan Rangon sa ye jahan Tedhe-medhe raaste hain Jaadui imaaratein hain Main bhi hoon Tu bhi hai yahan// _____________________________________!!!
I paint a canvas of memories on the minuscule galaxy behind my eyes.My thoughts are fleeing in that ideal fictional world with our number one favorite character.
Individuals ridicule us however we dream constantly. After all it's acceptable to trust. Nobody realizes the number of stories have been lost in those spaces.we create in the name of resuscitating lost love.
Nobody realise that the number of hearts were broken while Starting at the blank screen searching for answer from their love ones who mattered the most to them.
We live on the planet where love us left to stand by at the last table of bistro(coffee shop) where just easy going relationship are sought after.
Where individuals travel every way and serve themselves with the some heartbeat and agony since it's cool. Feelings and sentiments lie in the corner and snickered.
Are we the people we claim to be ? Are we willing to let go of the Facade we create to move On in life ? How deep are our Own concealments? Are they enough To create a completely different Visage or merely to cover up the Unseemly disastrous people We really are ? Two versions of The same person - the brighter, Perkier, happier versions we want To be seen as, to project to the world Versus the lesser versions we are In reality. Sometimes it seems some Remnants of the real us peak through The smooth layers of paint making Us pentimenti . The challenge of Course really is how many layers of Paint are required to shield the Reality, the real person even if just On the surface. Why do the bubbles Of truth burst once they reach the Surface of the water ? They do Because in travelling up they lose The strength to fight the environment Of the outside world no matter how Hard they try and show up on the Surface. The truth never outs and Thus we are able to maintain our Facades - the pentimento. Shakespeare had once said “truth Will come to light ”.... but does it ? Isn’t it better buried and forgotten ? Are we really seeking out the truth ? Can someone ever be completely Understood? Do we really want to be understood or are we cocooned in The warmth of our multiple selves, Our hidden intentions? We are A strange breed - we want the truth, We supposedly seek the truth but are Unwilling to let others see the truth of Our own selves thereby revealing Ourselves to them. What if the reality Is not the person they wanted to see- What if the real us is lesser , much Lesser than our projected selves ? People who do this- which of course Includes all of us, like the comfort of Living in the shadows , lurking near The mucky bedrock of lies and Deceit..... a place that both protects And safeguards the darkest secret Of all- we aren’t and never will be enough For our own selves, in our own eyes.... And this pretence will never be Lifted lest we actually find ourselves, Meet ourselves one day - from the Depths of the smoke and shadows .