baatein_aur_tum

~ What's a better way to preserve memories than to write them?

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  • baatein_aur_tum 3w

    Thi main tuti unn dino mein,
    Jab tum aaye mere raahon mein,
    Sab ke hone baad bhi akeli thi,
    Haste hue bhi roti thi.
    Tum bhi kuch isi tarah jee rahe the,
    Tum bhi apni Zindagi ke bikhare hisse samet rahe the, Tum bhi raat ko chand taaron mein kho jaate the. Maana ke ise koi naam nahi de sakte hain,
    Ise sirf ehsaas de skte hain - pyaar ka ehsaas.
    Maana ke duniya ke nazaron mein koi mayne nahi rakhta yeh rishta,
    Par humare liye toh yeh ek anmol sangam hain, hain na?
    Kabhi socha nahi tha ke yu bhi koi mil sakta hain,
    Jo itne faaslon ke baad bhi itne qareeb ho.
    Kabhi pata hi nahi tha ke mere jaisa bhi koi ek hain,
    Jiske mere jaise hi khayal aur armaan ho.
    Kabhi socha nahi tha ke yu bhi koi mil sakta hain.



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    dedicated to someone very special
    #poem #writershub #miraquill #writersnetwork

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    Koi Mil Gaya... Tha...

    Jiske mere jaise hi khayal aur armaan ho.
    Kabhi socha nahi tha ke yu bhi koi mil sakta hain.


    Continued in the Caption
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 11w

    Carving...

    Another night,
    Here I sit again,
    With a precision knife,
    I want to carve.
    Carve out a beautiful piece of my flesh,
    Paint it with some red blood.
    Assemble 'em in a sequence,
    To make a beautiful art piece.
    Again, I am so close but,
    I stop. Again.
    I close my eyes, tears fill in 'em,
    And I hear the knife slip from my hand.
    I tell myself,
    More like chant to myself.
    I am gonna be okay.
    I am gonna be okay.
    I am gonna be okay.
    I am gonna be okay!
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 11w

    Difference...

    I hate you. But, not enough to trouble. You love me. But, not enough to stop hurting me. And that's the difference between your love and my hate.
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  • baatein_aur_tum 14w

    सिला...!

    उनसे बेपनाह मोहब्बत करने का यू असर हुआ,
    के हम उनके ना हो कर भी उनके होगए।
    हमें नहीं हैं उनसे कोई गिला,
    बस खुदा से पूछ्ना चाहते हैं
    के क्यूँ दिया हमारे मोहब्बत का ऐसा सिला।।
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 19w

    आजाओ मेरे पास!
    #dedicated to someone ��
    Though I don't know if you will see it��

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    आजाओ मेरे पास...!

    इस अंधेरी रात को कैसे कहुँ,
    के भूल जाए तुम्हें और तुम्हारी बातों को।
    के भूल जाऊ तुम्हारी यादों को।
    के भूल जाऊ तुम्हारी मुस्कान को।
    के भूल जाऊ तुम्हारी आँखों की नमी को।
    के भूल जाऊ अपनी हर बात को।
    इस अंधेरी रात में कैसे कहुँ तुम्हें के
    अकेली हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    के टूटी हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    पागल हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    चुप हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    तन्हा हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    घुट रही हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    दुआ मांग रही हूँ मैं, आजाओ मेरे पास!
    जानती हूँ, तुम्हारी हक़ीक़त, तुम्हारी हरकतें, तुम्हारे इरादे, जानती हूँ तुम्हें...
    इसलिये कह रही हूँ, प्लीज आजाओ मेरे पास!
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 19w

    An Ode of Thanks...

    Thanks for teaching me in the best way possible.
    Thanks for guiding me in my hard times.
    Thanks for being my friend when I needed one.
    Thanks for supporting me in my rough times.
    Thanks for being my blessing in my cursed life.
    Thanks for being such a beautiful human being in this cruel world.
    Thanks for existing, in this world and more importantly in my life.
    Thanks for everything you have done for me,
    As my teacher, as my friend, as my mother, as my guide.
    I promise I'll be there whenever you need me.
    Happy Teacher's Day!
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 25w

    Here I sit with a blade in my hand,
    Held firmly above my wrist.
    So close to slicing myself.
    Swallowing my tears and muffling my voice.
    Trying to hold my breath to steady my hands.
    I close my eyes and let my heart cry.
    I almost slice myself with this two inched escape.
    But, then I remember the promises I have made.
    I remember the faces of my loved ones and,
    I decide to suffer again for them.
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    #suffering #writersnetwork #writershub
    #baatein_aur_tum #miraquill #mirakeewriters #blade

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    Blade...

    Here I sit with a blade in my hand,
    Held firmly above my wrist.
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 29w

    जड़ें।

    पेड़ के जड़ों में ज़हर और
    रिश्तों के जड़ों में गुस्सा
    भर डालोगे तो उखड़ जाएगा;
    पेड़ भी, रिश्ता भी।
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 31w

    Why don't you sleep in the night?
    Everybody asked me.
    But, I don't have answers to their questions.
    Because, even I ask myself at times.
    Why can't I sleep in the night?
    Is it because my mind isn't at rest?
    Is it because all the thoughts I pushed away during the day consume me in the night?
    Is it because the demons I kill all day come back alive in the night?
    Or is it simply because its peaceful
    And I can think in peace?
    Or is it because the solitude helps me sort myself out?
    Or is it because the silent night brings out the creative side of me?
    Or is it because I love staring blankly at the stars and moon above?
    Or is it because the world is the realest and I can shed my protective armor?
    I don't have a specific reason for it.
    Is it insomnia?
    Or just my stubbornness to stay up when the world is harmless and peaceful?
    Sure, it affects my health physically
    But, it gives me peace mentally.
    Maybe, yeah, I am an insomniac.
    Sometimes, its very peaceful and calming.
    At other times, its terrifying and disturbing.




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    Insomnia

    Is it because the demons I kill all day come back alive in the night?
    ©baatein_aur_tum

  • baatein_aur_tum 31w

    Those illustrations were not 
    Just doodles drawn for fun.
    She drew them to express herself.
    To show her emotions.
    She didn't know how to express herself
    In words, so, she chose to illustrate.
    I wish someone would understand her.
    Understand her way of
    Communication. 
    Understand what she wants to say.
    Those were not just doodles she drew.
    It was her happiness, sadness, pain.
    I wish someone would understand her.
    -the way she communicates
    ©baatein_aur_tum

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    @thesadteen
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