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There always remains an unseen
"Hmm"
in the world of being online .
©aspiring2write
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aspiring2write
128w
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Few were the words
I could definitely connect
But the depth it had for
I could never be that -
Pen it or pin it whatever the thing is
Keep it or quit it whatever the feel is
Live it or leave it whatever the thing is
Think it or shrink it whatever the deal is
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aspiring2write
129w
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It's like it's been a while when I had last laughed ....It's been quiet a long journey and a bit quiet ........That still suffering but no way to quit ...Basically when life chooses you ,you are left with no choices and when the tragic trails and unfavourable events casts you down ,lower your dreams and aspirations there's always a way out ...May be faded may be out of reach or else otherwise ...But the weary of life never ends and so we should not give up ...Necessarily the time demands every sec a more stronger version so on a happy note let's all face up the situations how so dull or deep they are ......Coz there's not even a single problem that hasn't got a solution out ...
On the face of it face it
@whatsoever it is
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pen_and_paper
128w
Read MoreThere's a photograph hanging on my wall. It's been a while I brought her home. She stares me like I mean something to her. She points me to the windowpane. I think she wants to convey me something of the world only she knows. She might be waiting for me to talk to her. But I don't. I am afraid of her eyes. She has beautiful eyes, like children. It's blue at the dawn but it turns blackish in the night.
She wants to convey something.
Whenever I sleep I feel she might be staring directly at me. I wake up and turn to my window pane. I listen to the children crying outside. It feels like her lover cries for her. She wants me to set her free. I don't.
I think she often whispers to me. Everynight after I sleep. She tries to wake me up. She says "Inside you're ugly, ugly like me." I don't trust her. I know she's beautiful.
There's a curtain on my window. It seems to been slided a bit more every time I come back home. I know it's her. I smile at her. Some times she smiles back, sometimes she don't.
I think I love her. I don't want her to go back to her lover. I don't want to see her in the arms of someone else. I think she deserves my life. She shouldn't be back to her wonderland.
I feel tired these days inside my grave. I think it's her. Maybe she stares my grave from above.
She's angry that I didn't free her the day I died.
©pen_and_paper
#writersnetworkThere's a photograph hanging on my wall.
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Towards empty roads I let my promises free,
In the hopeful hazy sunlight I let my winters grow wild,
There is a halt in my way of wearing life,
there are spaces in my knit woollens,
there breathes wind on my skin after light,
there is a hollow promise kept at the bottom of my heart,
there is a share of pain I shall always suffice
©divokost -
टूटे मकान वाला, दिल में ताजमहल रखता हूँ,
बात गहरी मगर अल्फाज़ सरल रखता हूँ।
©sanatt -
Dard kyu hai duniya main...jab tasveeron main...muskurate chehre hi nazar aate hai...
©sanatt -
whitewings
140w
Nobody is hurting you.
They're all trying to save themselves.
©whitewings -
whitewings
140w
So easy to judge,
so easy to hurl...
piercing looks
and stabbing words.
How does your conscience allow you
to destroy your neighbor,
while you go on seeking kindness
from strangers.
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whitewings
139w
My thoughts are refugees.
And I, not knowing the origin of each,
cannot send them back
to their respective countries.
So as an example of breathing humanity in me,
I allow them all to exist, breed...
and add to my internal anarchy.
©whitewings -
whitewings
138w
That's what happens when you silence someone.
You might not realize,
but the pain that they go through,
translates to the chaos within you.
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whitewings
136w
How can I love anyone ever again...
Wouldn't it be cheating,
a big bold lie, I'd say in their face.
Because for a very long time,
I'll keep searching for you,
in everything they'd do.
Right from the way they eat,
to the way they walk.
The way they sleep
to the way they talk.
I'll keep looking for your silhouette,
while I'd sit with them
gazing at a beautiful sunset.
And I'd blush when they'd do
something similar to the way you'd do.
I'd still be picking
the dress of your favorite color
and smile when they'd compliment me
for my choice.
I'd still be ordering your favorite food
at the restaurant,
while they'd sit there and think,
that is what I like.
Every time I'd have their hands in mine,
I'd wish it was yours.
Everytime I'd stay up late at night,
I'd wonder what would you be doing
at this time.
Every time they'd say they love me,
I'd wonder how come your voice has changed.
And with every I love you too,
I'd hear in my voice,
I'd be betraying someone who never knew,
what they've gotten,
is the shell of a truth.
Because a big part of me,
has been left with you.
©whitewings -
whitewings
134w
Losing someone you deeply love, is a decisive moment in anyone's life. Because in that moment you lose more than just a person. You lose your dreams, hope, innocence... faith in the way this world works. Your ability to trust anyone ever again, to be vulnerable again, to love again... and most of all, you lose the ability to trust your instincts, your emotions, your decisions ever again.
©whitewings
