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  • elegant_labyrinth 74w

    SKIP.



    Sigh. I take tired breaths. How long will it take to step out of the failure zone i am in. I've failed every single aspect of my life. I've failed to bear my own existence to such an extent that i don't know what do with it anymore. All my failures face me when i look in the mirror. Dull black eyes stare at me , throwing my ugliness back at me. My reflection smirks at my lowered eyes. I'm unable to muster up my courage to stare back at the evil. I give in. Every time. The world feels like a black box suffocating my existence within.

    Summer.
    Autumn.
    winter.
    spring.

    No light can change the darkness i live in. The suffocating aura of my ownself. No one can save me, from me. I'm my own enemy.


    // They ask me to bring out my pain.
    I try to tell, but all in vain.
    The oceans that i hardly swam,
    How can i drown in them again? //


    I sing silent songs of melancholy to myself. A melody of pain which can put writers in agony. A tune which can make them bleed their hearts out. But my voice. Oh. It doesn't reach anyone. It's burried 6 feet under. It doesn't reach the living. No, the breathing ones don't hear. they don't. they're busy hearing the whispers of future. Past is forgotten. No one wants it back. And yet, again i start singing.....


    // You broke my heart a thousand shards,
    and each shard into shard again.........

    And the forlorn silence continues....


    ©elegant_labyrinth

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  • elegant_labyrinth 81w

    -Laila��


    Gentle strokes of winter breezes carressed the crimson cheeks of my beloved , in whose name my words wear enchanting colors. My poetry takes into different shapes of abstract paintings , chaotic yet , valued. I convey my regards to wind which swipes across my beloved's threshold. It decodes to me the clinking of her silver anklets. Soft water of the Kabul river flow over her creamy feet and a sweet giggle reverberates in air as she holds sufficient water in her fragile palms. Red chiffon scarf spreads on her chest , her fragrance intoxicating my senses. The mighty evening of my beautiful Kabul turns prettier when she walks out along with her coevals holding muddy jars. Flowers bloom when she steps in gardens on way... And all this while i hold my diary and sketch her. I close my eyes and pray the scenery never end. I wish for time to stop so i could watch my cherished laila in whose name my heart beats. Ah Nadan! (Naive)
    ©elegant_labyrinth

    ❤❤

    @writersnetwork @writersbay @readers_novella


    Pakhtuns will love you with all their hearts , but dishonesty kills that. They are a proud nation.Brave, beautiful and hospitable.

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  • elegant_labyrinth 81w

    Cold wind of January caressed my body, cold enough to make the muscles around my hair follicles erect. An army of goose pimples point all over my body and i shiver.... the same way i used to when you'd look at me with your cold eyes. Frozen darkness is how I'd describe them. You hid yourself layer under layer because life wasn't fair enough to you and so are you , to yourself and ....me. I try to unleash them with the tiny amount of warmth I'm left with, but every time my fingers touch your skin you flinch as if it'll destroy you to ashes. My ego is in war with me because i don't bother what it suggests. Ignoring you is like forcing myself not to breathe. I don't understand your mysterious looks. Why do you look at me like a lost lover looks at stars? A soft touch of kindness keeps swinging in your eyes and it seem like it's forced to be chained. It wants to express itself too but your fears aren't letting it. Baffled, i shush my inner wild thoughts. They make me go crazy just like your mysterious, emotionless looks do. You chained yourself and my inner self wants to chain me , but I'm fighting my demons, for you. For us. One side never works... Ah... i fail every night and i recollect every morning.... Are my efforts all in vain?
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  • elegant_labyrinth 86w

    rant.

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    Tonight I won't let your pains haunt me anymore.I know i held you up for long but my fingers bleed when your cold hands meet mine, for what good do entangled hands bring when souls repel each other.


    -i choose me over you.

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  • elegant_labyrinth 88w

    Long. You can skip of course!

    COLD SUMMER R/P(AIN)

    The rhythmic flutter of raindrops reached my ears , soothing the inner rage , slowly lulling the fire within me to smoke. And i tighten my grip over the blue lead pencil as if examining life within me. Opening and closing my weak fists i let out a deep sigh. A lone tear ready to slide down my cheek. But it doesn't. It freezes from the coldness my soul has been put in since the day they buried you. Ah ! much like threw you away into a deep , suffocating rectangle they dug six feet in earth. I wonder why aren't humans as forgiving and generous as God is, but then, the comparison is absurd. How ironical is that. Slip out of your boundaries and death awaits you eagerly.

    I remember how exceptionally long and cold that night was. It was the coldest night of the year. Chilly night of scorching August. Each second passed by after a long grey year. God i don't understand time. It surely has a strong bond with our feelings. I wrote many incomplete verses that night.. as if my words yearning to be shaped into a poem and console me that this deafening silence before storm is just a fragment of some uneasy thoughts arising at the back of my mind. The clock ticked 3.... 3 a.m in the morning and my uneasiness peaked. I looked at the moon and it shed gloomy moonlight everywhere and over the dense , scary tree beside our garage. Each leaf adorning some over it's top and dripping down some to the rough greyish courtyard blocks beneath. Is it us who see everything washed in our emotions or is it really nature playing cognitive empathy? My lips slightly turn upwards, i thank i don't know whom. And then the storm really hit at my doorsill... But we survive. We don't die. We don't.

    //My pages brimmed with verses covered with blood-tears my swollen eyes had shed in your name. My poems turned into masterpieces creating multiple cavities within me. People clapped at my pensive words that were dipped in gloom or the emptiness i crowned. I never knew. But i learned to fill the cavities within me , with self love that I'm still learning... Yes, i remember you once said , " People move on with life. They move ahead. Some take years and some take decades.. but they do. They do! No one dies for someone." It scared me back then... it still scares me...i whisper your last words "no one dies for some- " and a deep slumber hallucinates my mind.... This is how nights pass by. This is how i skilled living//

    ps:Thankyou for reading it , if you have. I wrote after long idk if it's worth even a single read.


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  • elegant_labyrinth 91w

    Sleep doesn't help when it is the soul that is tired~

    Pardon me for these lame posts��

    @fajr_fajr
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  • elegant_labyrinth 91w

    Mama... did i ever tell you that only your hug heals me? I'm so tired my limbs are numb and heavy. Mama you say your daughter hasn't faced life yet... Should i tell you that I've been through life and neared death? I'll never be able to say how much i missed hugging you. I wish I never grew up so i could get your warm hugs and kisses. Mama please stand out of your daughter's room door once at 2am. I'm sure you'll run to hug me and recollect my pieces. Mama it's really sad to think that my diary knows me more than the diva who gave me birth. I miss your warmth. ��

    ps:one request dear peeps,pls pray for my health ❤

    @fajr_fajr
    @dusky_dawn

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  • elegant_labyrinth 92w

    Dark. Pricking dark settles down on me as i step ahead. I call out your name walking in God knows which place. My heart sinks. My ears dying to receive your voice and my heart anticipating to synchronize with yours. You were here just a while ago. Weren't you? Or was i dreaming in my dream? I take steps carefully fearing I'd fall into another cavity. It doesn't matter if i walk with eyes open or close all i see is nothing. Am i walking in the nothingness of my soul ? And then I hear you. My steps halt. You call me once again... "Love?" My heart recognizes the pain behind your voice.

    " Aye , love? Don't go far."

    I close my eyes as warm tears of my cold behavior flow from my eyes. I keep my hand on my heart and whisper , " Love..." I call out your name after three good seconds. "Take me out. Please take me out."
    I hear you chuckle and then sniff. Were you crying? and i hear your voice again...

    " Come back to me"

    I wake up. But my heart yearns to go back to that darkness. Just to hear you. Just to feel you. Warm tears of my cold behavior flow, yet again.

    "Trust me i will. I will come back to you."
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    ps: Not everything is a fiction. Idk what this is. I've forgotten how to write. Pardon me. Remember me in yours prayers ಥ_ಥ

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  • elegant_labyrinth 99w

    The aphotic sky supported by dense clouds , full of sorrow,a moment away from bursting out. They say when the sky roars, it mourns over a heart freshly broken. The roaring sky terribly synchronizes with the heartbeats of a lamenting heart , amplifying its silent cries. Wintry gusts sweep across the horizon carrying private warnings to some. To the broken and to the who ones who break. Tiny hair arise all over my skin as i let the harsh weather in. Even if i dominated control over my heart i could never stop it from mourning over the pain which has gotten on in years. To them , it looks so. But , to me it's ghaslty anew. As if every moment is on replay.

    Autumn looks pretty to every eye but it looks prettier to eyes that have shards within and tears that have salty promises. I wish we could drive to the fringe of this chaotic life and have a small break and for a while , just to keep away the heavy pretence that we carry.

    // When tear glands go dry, and

    barren lands of dark circles need life,

    when heart explodes in agony,

    and bleeds a warrior's poetry ,

    soaked in red of hopelessness ,

    and drenched in acid of helplessness ,

    some broken verses and broken words

    together make a poet's heart.
    -elegantlabyrinth

    ps: Ty for reading this if you have. idk what this is. This is how we define life. we don't know it.

    #tears #writersnetwork #mirakee

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