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I don't prefer
to see mirror ,
Cause I see
myself everyday in
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U can't hurt me because
Of your FAKE LOVE...
I can't love you because
Of my TRUE HATE...
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74w
I loved you .
You loved me .
Time changed .
Still I loved you .
But you hate me .
Time changes .
People changes.
Feeling changes.
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78w
You burnt
Pieces of me
Till I turn ashes
I rouse up
Like a phoenix
Spread my wings
All wide
Burnt your soul
Till breath to die .
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79w
तू सिर्फ इश्क नहीं इबादत है मेरी ,
तू जरूरत नहीं आदत है मेरी
तू ख्वाबों सा रहे बेशक उम्रभर
पर उन ख़्वाबों की आंखें हो मेरी...
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angelicface
2d
Read MoreSilhouette of words is out now
Click the link in my bio
And grab a copy for you
Also do lemme know
When you place an order
Because I've arrangements with the publishers
Thanks ��
Happy reading ❤️
@writersnetwork @readwriteunite @mirakee @poetrynowar @73mishrasanju #ceesreposts #pod #writers #book #published©angelicface
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उसने पूछा क्या हूं मैं...
एक बेखुदी, एक बेसुदी, एक उन्स,
एक कोशिश, एक कशिश, एक कुर्बत,
एक नाम, एक नदामत, एक नवाजिश,
एक लिहाज, एक हर्फ़, एक हिज्र,
एक सनम, एक सुक़ून, एक सितम,
एक रब्त, एक रिवायत, एक रूहानियत,
एक तस्वीर, एक तराना, एक ताबीर,
एक वस्ल, एक सफर, एक सिफ़र,
एक मुराद, एक तलब, एक अदब,
एक इकरार, एक इजहार, एक इजाजत,
एक दुआँ, एक दवा, एक दामन,
एक मंजर, एक मंजिल, एक मेहबूब,
एक नक्श, एक अक्स, एक शख्स,
एक फ़िक्र, एक जिक्र, एक फ़र्ज,
एक हिफाजत, एक अर्श, एक स्पर्श,
एक समा, एक सदा, एक अदा,
एक दीदार, एक दर्पण, एक दस्तूर,
एक लफ्ज़, एक लहजा, एक लम्हा,
एक नज़र, एक कदर, एक कविता,
एक ख़त, एक फूल, एक क़लम,
मेरी लफ्ज़-ए-मोहब्बत हों तुम... -
घरौंदा बनाने का हुनर रखती हैं
यह बेटियाँ है सीने में दिल रखती हैं
अपने हो या यह बेजुबान परिंदे
आशियाना सबका बसाती हैं
खुदा कायम रखना जज्बात इनके
यह परवाह हर जान की करने के
सलामत है जिंदगी इनके इसी जज्बे से
----नीता कुमार
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1w
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My writings finally got published and it's Available on Amazon and Flipkart
Hard work always pays off
When I started off this journey
Here on mirakee
I didn't know anything about writing
But I was lucky enough because of some beautiful souls here
Who guided me and really supported me
Most of them ain't here on mirakee anymore
But still am thankful to all of them from the core of my heart
And I'm thankful to all those who are still supporting me
Your support means everything to me
I'm thankful to team mirakee
For providing such an amazing platform
Thanks to @hatchegg_publication
You guys are outta this world
Professional, honest and punctual
God Bless Everyone ��
@writersnetwork
@mirakee @poetrynowar @73mishrasanju #ceesreposts #book #writeups #publishedBig Day
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anusha_sharma21
1w
Read MoreIn BIOLOGY My OXYGEN
In GEOGRAPHY My WORLD ��
In HISTORY My QUEEN ��
In MATH My SOLUTION
BLINK OF BLACKPINK EYES ��She's not a drug
But she's my addiction
She's not family
But she make me feel like home
They are not GOD
But they are the light of my life -
हो गई थी जोगन सैंया तुने जब थामा.
ख़ो दिया था तबसे खुदको तुझसे दिल लागा.
तू था मेरा यौवन सैंया रह गया आधा.
चाहती थी तुझको मैं तो खुदसे भी ज्यादा.
बन गया तू माधव मेरा. रह गई हूं बनके मैं तो बस तेरी राधा.
तुझसे थी मैं पूरी सैंया. दुनिया था तू मेरी सैंया.
फिर भी क्यों ये दूरी सैंया. क्या कमी थी मुझ में सैंया.
इश्क़ था मेरा जो मुकम्मल रह गया पर क्यों आधा?
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angelicface
1w
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My writings shed tears for dying humanity
My silence screams for kindness
My pen bleeds for love
HUMANITY
According to Google, the definition of humanity is the quality of being humane; the kind feelings, dispositions, and sympathies of man; especially, a disposition to relieve persons or animals in distress, and to treat all creatures with kindness and tenderness.
EXPLANATION
We all know that humans are superior among all creatures, because God has honoured us with numerous special abilities and gifts.
Like we having a unique and tremendous nervous system, our physical abilities, our languages, the way we interact and communicate with each other, the way we help our fellow brothers, the way we handle and react to different situations.
We have turned life into civilization.
We are also blessed with feelings like: love, care, mercy, generosity and sympathy. But at the same time we humans are born equal under different religions.
No one is superior just because of their race and sects. Having different skin colour doesn't make us greater than others. Same as having some specific high status doesn't make someone more human and others less.
Despite all our qualities,
why are we moving towards the end of humanity?
Is it due to the lack of religious and spiritual beliefs?
Lack of knowledge, ignorance?
Why has greed and selfishness increased alarmingly?
Since when being materialistic has become...
mandatory for us?
We categorize our relationships according to the status they hold in our society.
Kindness isn't considered as a kind gesture anymore. We do love and care, but only for our own interests. We treat others who "we consider are respectable" in a respectful way.
Men with prestige and money are only considered humans while the rest don't even deserve to be a part of this big blue marble.
Our desires and pride have blinded us.
We just follow the ways that lead to our advantage
People with familiar faces, we show them our backs
Because we are blind humankind
Lively daybreak lights make us feel that we're not alone
Yet, when darkness wins, we become acquainted with the truth:
That we are blind humankind
Even when we are only one step away, closer enough to touch
The profundities of our warmth
Our spirits worn out and we get to realize that
We are blind humankind
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Humanity is being kind. Humans have been given this gift. We are not better or worse than anyone, but our actions are.
It is us who are sabotaging and it would be us who still can save humanity.
Be thoughtful and generous enough since everyone is enduring some agony of their own
Be somewhat more human as opposed to a modern device.
Kindness is the core of real beauty
It is the scent of your character
That illuminates your soul
And nourishes your roots
©angelicfaceMy pen bleeds for dying humanity
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1w
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Trust the vision of your soul
It will never leave you alone
In this world of sorrow and hardships of life
It will always guide you like a light in the dark
Follow the footsteps of your soul
Because it knows the way to peace and love
Your soul can see what you can't
It holds the power to light up the spark of beauty in everyone's mind
It's a map towards your destination
And a compass to keep you in the right direction
Your soul is an eternal treasure in you
That you can hide but no one can steal from you.
©angelicface
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#wod #pod #ceesreposts #poetry #mirakee #mirakeeapp #soul #vision©angelicface
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sanjay_writes
1w
Read MoreHALF-BROKEN HEART
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I'm staring at a white blank page.
Do I write my bleeding heart or do I whisk up pretty words in the shape of bleeding hearts.
One would be a beautiful picture, a thousand broken words hidden in a beautiful portrait.
The other would be a puzzle.
a question unanswered more questions with jaded answers.A hole.
a loss.
a remembering.
a forgetting.
a loving, an abandoning.
That one would be pretty bloody.
bloody Un pretty.
misunderstood.
unread.
I'm staring at a white sky.
Wondering
"Where's the poetry?".
You know, the cracks.
a darkness that paints stars to go on being light
the half-broken heart.
the weariness.
the tears.
the screams.
the loneliness.
the Un pretty that's far beyond beautiful,that's worlds beyond stunning.
I'm looking into your eyes and wondering why my soul looks so pretty in blue.
It doesn't look pretty in mine.
it doesn't know if I'd be fine.
They only know I loved you, once upon a time.
They just know that I was broken once upon that time.
When your eyes meet mine.
my silence breaks into poems.
In being lost.
I have found that love is a drug with blue eyes and a pulse.
and my addiction makes me wonder what beauty looks like in the eyes of the blind.
I close my eyes and call it "escape",and in those moments.
I run away from everything.
When I open my eyes.
I'm staring at a white iris.
that has bled many sunlights with my half-broken heart
Our eyes are silent.
yet speak a hundred languages written on a cracking wall.
Oh.
we had no words left but our silence.
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HELL AND HEAVEN ON THE EMOTIONS
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Your eyes pull out light from my dark soul
And every moment with you transcends transcendental memories.
Your love has been my heaven.
Holding me closely in your arms
our heartbeats remind me that God exists.
I wonder if you are human or an angel
And ask if this is what immortality feels like.
You smile softly and then I see it.
I see hell in your smile.
A hell in which the sun sets never to rise again. You showed me your demons
I showed you mine.
I wondered if we would ever heal or if time was just as broken too
and asked if this was what mortality felt like.
You held my face in your hands and raised it long enough for me to see, a sun rising never to set again.
You smiled gently and then I saw it.
Hell was the absence of love
and I had become your heaven.
And then you saw it help you were mine as well.
You sit alone with the Lonely crowd inside you
All they have to say are Words that slit your soul
To bleed in eternal silence You remember the happiness You once found in a moment
You somehow lost to memories All that is left in your hands
Is a sadness that's Drawn four lines across each palm
It's the only map you have And all its roads lead to nowhere
You close your eyes and All you see is darkness
Yet your mind sees a light so bright
It blinds your fears But your broken wings
Cannot carry you high enough
To be touched by it Your rib is cracking
And your heart is falling out Everything beats faster in one final Full stop
I see me clearly through your eyes
I'd trade in all the words to be silent in your arms
Joy feels like light, it's beautiful but it's created
Sorrow feels like darkness, it's ugly but it's creating
I've felt it all - the sun and the moon
The fire in my blood The frost in my bones
I've seen it all - the lightning and the rainbow
The sparkle in your eyes
The last heartbeat of my hope
I've heard it all - the thunder and the silence
The breaking of my heart
The numbing of my soul
I've been it all - the star and the midnight
Yet all I want is to be with you
Through the daylights and endless nights
I want to sit with you in an abandoned house and still feel at home.
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NUMB
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What hurts the most is that nothing hurts anymore. You're just gone.
I'm just here alone.
Poetry is just words.
Words are just souls.
Souls screaming out in silence.
The silence thinks it's silent yet speaks in more languages than words ever could translate.
I'm so used to love destroying everything it creates that my heart has learned to love only the things that annihilate me.
The truth is I still love you.
I once loved you and still love you and will forever love you,
because my soul never remembers to forget you. What hurts the most is that I'll never forget you.
I remember that... and nothing hurts anymore.
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The promise of forever is lost in time
The lonely sound of your voice is frozen in light
And times only fade into time
And every second hand ticks your name into mine
How could I forget you
With your surname ticking in my chest
With my pieces writing whole poems with your heart
I swear I wanted only to be silence
But this pain writes words only to your silence
Like a desert pens poetry to rain
I see your beauty before your sun,
I remember to glow,
I forget to grow
I am a moon
I am a shadow
I am a sun
Despairing for tomorrow.
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Sometimes where I want to go to is where I'm running from.
Most times the things I love the most are the things that hurt most.
I dust this sad moment to find joy in a memory. Everything aches especially time.
I wonder if time heals what time breaks. I'm a wound, and you are time.
When I found you out of breath running away from me, I told you to take a deep breath, to take in all of me you wanted.
I let you go like a soul leaving its skin.
Not without hesitation, not without a scar.
Imagine the letters a desert writes to rain, listen to the dialogue between a bird and its cage.
Those were our goodbyes, those were our hello, again.
All we ran away from, we ran into.
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INNER FEELINGS
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The people who love the lives they live
The people who live the lives they love
The people who love to live
The people who live to love.
The people left when love leaves
The love left when people leave
The leaving of people who love
The loving of people who leave.
The life letting go love lovers loss lost live
The people who leave the ones they love
The people who love the ones that leave.
I know where nowhere is
I know where nowhere leads
It's the place you go when you
Have nothing left to lose but you.
You will try to hold on to your beauty, and no matter how hard you try, it will let you go.
You will try to lose your soul, and in spite of how hard you try, it will never let you go.
I see your skin stained by letters and apologies,
And I wonder what it is that makes your soul bleed,
I see all the self-destruct buttons you hide as the rain washes your skin,
And I wonder how I can make my umbrella cover your fractured soul.
I'm penning oceans with the raindrops you left inside me.
I would rather be broken by you than be whole without you.
All I ever wanted was to share my every breath with you.
Buried deep beneath this hurt is a promise to love you, forever.
Until that day when the sun sleeps in the east and awakes in the west, I'll set in pain and arise in the rain.
I am Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight. But it's 8pm. It's always 8pm and you keep apologizing for it."
Love is a wanderer who builds homes in people
You would walk past love if you saw her
She looks nothing like your poems
She's just a wanderer with an ocean in her eyes
And a worn-out story.
I spent the moments of my life writing the memories of my life.
and so I wrote back, with all the pain inside me.Starting at a white blank page
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angelicface
1w
Dreamscape of my thoughts are wild enough to make you howl
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