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  • dusky_dawn 1h

    Tere qaabil hue mujhe kayi saal guzre
    Teri nigaahein mere paak daaman,Meri sharaafat ko chhod ab bhi mere chehre se hoke guzre.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 5d

    The He(Art) of devil.

    The butterfly on my backbone
    Flutters it's wings on days with shame
    When I couldn't walk straight.
    And all they say is I stooped so low.

    The devil's horn on the nape
    Often sweeps past the gossips
    Sticking onto my lips to bake
    The ones with my name printed on them.

    The fish on my collarbone
    Swims past the allegations
    To the shore where it sounds like a praise.

    The key on my heart
    Opens the door to immense pain
    Few knocks were left unheard
    When the victim breaks the lock
    And the culprit lies on bed of lillies.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 1w

    @_still_in_mess Just because you asked for it ��

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    जानते हो तुम्हारे खत युं ही पुराने कमरे की पुरानी दराज में पडे हैं लेकिन फिर भी कुछ नए से लगते हैं। वो धूल से भले थोडे दिन में लबरेज़ हो जाते हैं लेकिन जब भी इन हथेलियों को छू जाते हैं तो मानो वो इन हथेलियों की थकान को झट से माप कर तुम्हारी याद में लिपट कर इनसे कसीदे लिखवा डालते हैं।

    तुम रुसवा भी नहीं होते और हमें बेबसी के हवाले भी नहीं छोडते। तुम महौब्बत में मरने के दावे उस बुढे़ मेज़ पर नहीं पटकते और नां ही नफरत की तंग गली में अकेले छोडत हो।तुम मेरे होकर भी मेरे तो नहीं हो बस वो एक कागज़ है जो तुम्हारा और मेरा नाम एक साथ ले लेता है वरना नाम हमारा हो और वो भी एक साथ कौन ले भला।

    ©डस्की_डाॅन

  • dusky_dawn 1w

    I'd be alone again
    For another night.


    You'd see pieces of me
    Swimming across the road
    With a plastered feet
    And scarred hands.

    You'd stop by me
    Smile. Stare and then you'd walk away.
    "You talk alot" You'd say while walking away
    The cuts on my tongue are more.Much more
    Than the words sailing on it.
    I'd utter a word. Goodbye.
    You'd smile.Maybe because it's a ritual.
    They claim to love me.
    But at the end they leave me.
    Maybe it's a ritual.

    I'd cry for a night
    Another night. Along with it for another day.
    I'd salt the cuts on my tongue.
    Maybe it'll cut the words waiting to be said.
    I'd sleep with words on my tongue.
    A little rusty. A little weak.
    But the words never die.
    They bear the harshness.
    They bear the pain.
    But at the end they Stay.

    I'd be alone again
    For another night.
    I'd be alone again
    For another night.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 6w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost. Thank you♥♥♥♥♥

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    I washed my hair last night
    With stress tangled in them
    Naivety sticking to the scalp
    Hurt buried amongst the roots.

    I washed my face last night
    With plenty of pain in the pores.
    Lips a little tighthened with screams stuffed in them.
    Eyes licking dead skin with a breakdown.
    Hate being sniffed by nose.

    I washed my hands last night
    With fingers holding hope.
    With palms ready for another stroke.

    I washed myself.
    I washed the filth in me.
    I washed the curses off my skin.
    I washed pain. I washed the sanity.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 6w

    How it feels to be broken!

    The toast In the toaster
    Starts roasting you.
    You walk on the silk carpet
    Yet it numbs your healthy feet.

    Winters behave like summers
    The wind breathes your peace.
    You move in loop
    But the time on the clock never stops.

    Nights wakes you up
    By knocking on your forehead.
    Days glare at you
    Like an angry bull when running behind red.

    Smile becomes a luxury.
    Around you. But untouchable.
    Tears smother your face with kisses.
    You sit there licking them with miseries.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 6w

    I wasn't dead before.
    But I wasn't alive either.
    I used to hide hickeys
    Under the collar of your tee's
    I used to hide the molested moles
    Under my naive heels.

    I wasn't a good human
    But I wasn't a devil either.
    I used to feed kindness
    To the hungry souls.
    I used to leave the pain
    Tucked in between the pillows.

    I wasn't a warrior
    But I wasn't a loser either.
    I fight with nightmares
    I win by the end of the night.
    And somedays. Some nights
    I lose and then bury myself
    In the ruthlessness of the bed
    A little deeper everytime.
    Every single time.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 7w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost ����

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    I swapped the hobbies.
    Now i walk on grass
    & you sit just sipping
    The ginger tea &
    I walk a little more.
    Little more and little more
    & you sit just gawking
    At me from a distance.
    You are afraid of my
    Feet taking me away
    Away from you. From us.

    I swapped the love.
    Now i wipe my face,
    My lips with your fingers
    & you still gawk at me
    From under your hoodie.
    The floor is as cold as
    Your hands.Roaming
    Around the shelves,
    Around the doorknob.
    & around the sheets,
    & around my neck.
    & around me.
    You sit cross-legged
    Again gawking at
    Me roaming around
    The room.
    You are afraid of
    My skin turning into ashes.
    You are afraid of losing.
    Us. Me.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 7w

    I walked past you.
    Yesterday.
    With my hand brushing your blue shirt.
    I am bleeding blue since then.

    I slept beside you.
    Last Sunday.
    With smell of Saturday on my legs
    On my arms. On my swelled lips.
    I am sleeping in misery since then.

    I ate bread and butter
    From your plate.
    Last Monday.
    I shifted in my seat and stole a piece.
    You smiled and I ran with it.
    I am making bread and butter since then.

    I sat beside you
    The day before yesterday
    Laughing at the pink sofa covers.
    You frowned. I laughed more.
    I am sewing pink covers since then.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 8w

    @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the repost ��

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    I am a broken glass
    Somedays.
    Waiting to be Collected
    And thrown off somewhere.

    I am a blank page
    Somedays
    Waiting to be torn apart.
    For senseless reasons.

    I am a heartbreak
    Somedays.
    Waiting to be cried on
    For the one sided love.

    I am a mistake
    Somedays.
    Waiting to be corrected
    For a sunny beginning once again.

    I am a graveyard.
    Somedays.
    Waiting to bury
    The hypocrisy of relationships.

    I am a pain
    Somedays
    In the bones.
    In the heart.
    Waiting to break
    The troubling veins.

    I am a human
    Somedays.
    Waiting to be kind
    For the ones in pain

    ©dusky_dawn