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elusive_me
i create words and they rhyme. When blows the wind sings the wind chyme.
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elusive_me 3w
Uss sheher mein main ped ki chaanv dhundta hun
Jis sheher mein insaan rehte hain.
Isliye hee toh log mujhe paagal kehte hain.
Jeene ka dil toh bahut kerta hai
Per inn zehreeli hawaaon se darr lagta hai.
Saans rok lun toh phir bhi Chaen ki maut ho
Saans le lun toh rooh bhi faut ho. (Faut = death)
Ped thay parindon ka ghar
Ab hai wahan Insaanon ka basar.
Jungle mein thay jaanwar
Ab hain wo dar badar
Hum Insaanon ki jo laalach hai
Badtar kerdi duniya ki haalat hai.
Nahin rukenge toh pachtaenge
Kahin bhi raahat na paenge
Jo khuda ne banaya usay kyun mitaaein
Abhi bhi waqt hain hum ruk jaaein
Kahin aisa na ho ki bahut der ho jaaye.
#words #hindi #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork -
elusive_me 3w
#nobooks #wod #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
A world without books
Is like
Air without oxygen
Birds without wings
Heart without emotions
Blood which is not red
A child who does not play
A living dead
An orator without tongue
A romance without feelings
Happiness without joy
Sadness without pain
Business with no gain
Baby without innocence
A rich man with no pence
Music without the melody
A stand-up without the comedy
A painting without the colours
Horizon without the sky
A day without a lie.©elusive_me
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elusive_me 5w
Will you love me when I am gone?
Will you relive the memories of me?
Will you touch the petals in the gardens
that we walked?
Will you inhale the fragrance of flowers
like you smelled my cologne?
Will you look at the moon and talk to it about me
Will you unlock the songs hidden in your heart
with my thoughts key
Will you smile the way you used to smile when you
looked at me
Will you be able to wipe your tears as I used to
Will you be able to hold yourself the way I used to when you needed me
I know this is what I want
But the thing is I want you to be happy
And lingering on memories for long
won't make you strong.
So just write me in some sweet rhymes
And once in a while sing me like a song.
#love #poetry #words #feelings #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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elusive_me 5w
Lakh chupaya maine per
pyar ka asar dikhne laga.
Jazbaat kuch yun bhadke ki
main ghazal likhne laga
Once you are in love
It shows.
As your face vibrantly glows.
You seem to be happy
there's always a smile.
From nowhere,
beautiful poetries you start to compile.
#love #feelings #words #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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elusive_me 6w
I now love to hear Mozart
Even sudden interest in abstract art.
I feel I could talk to moon
Can even swim in a sand dune.
I can decipher the sounds of wind
I can duet with the birds as they sing
Oh what a joy all this bring.
My heartbeats sometimes go insane.
They beat irregularly again and again
I know they are trying to speak
It's someone they want to seek.
When heart gets fed up of its daily chore
It acts like a child and wants something more
It jumps below, it hops above
I know it want to fall in love.
#love #poem #words #feelings #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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elusive_me 6w
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elusive_me 6w
I was not much into stars or moon . And then I met her. She loved those heavenly bodies. And I loved the way she used to look at them. Because of her I realised that there's beauty and happiness in the things all around.
I used to feel cold and numb even in scorching heat. Her presence made me realise that there is this feeling called warmth.
Watching her face while she slept gave me the peace and I started sleeping like a baby.
She came into my life when I was not sure about anything, delusional , confused and hopeless.
Now I think that I can live my life and literally face anything.
#love #feelings #words #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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quarazen 3w
Mask
Being you and being real are the most arduous task
Still there are people who are concealing their veracious individuality behind a mask.
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poursomeink 3w
And when the time stopped
Not even for a second
I loose you from my mind,
Like you are something
Struck between the needles of my watch,
Somewhere between 0 and 1
You exist,
Still undefined, to this world
You told "Even if you go, you won't be gone forever"
These were your parting words
Looking at the starless sky
I thought sometimes,
they shall fill up the sky
After your return?
I thought sometimes,
About my sleepless dreams
They shall come with well sleep
After your return?
This moon, will be less blur
Today it's so vague
It shall be more certain like your love
When you return?
©poursomeink
(Still unfinished, but am not well so just want to post it)
@rumanrulesneverend
@elusive_me
@fromwitchpen
@harshittt @moon_bunny.
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crogers180 3w
The body breaks down when it can
No longer bear the weight of the
Heart's burdens.
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zoya_charmz 3w
A world without poetry is like a world without its orbit.
Happy poetry day!
#nobooks #poetryislove
Thanks everyone for reading this.No Books, No Life
A world without books is like
a world without gravity where only
those dead morons lies beneath the icy
cold layers of vandalism and superstitions
survive thousands of lives wrapping reality
in its cranium of monotonous habitat.
A world without books is like
a world without light where darkness
rules and pre-existing silence follows
its legacy injuring those alphabets
battling to form a word to withstand
against the outrageous atrocities.
©zoya_charmz -
sayurisingh 3w
कुछ लफ़्ज़ों की कश्ती बना कर तैरते है आ चल फिरसे पुराने अफसाने चेड़ते हे।
पलट के देख उस बेवाक बचपन को कोई पुराने किस्से खुलेंगे
उन नादान पाओ को फिरसे खुला छोड़ चल जिनमें बेडिया ना थी
वो हलचल भरे पल जिनकी गूंज जिंदगी की खामोशी में दब सी गई हे आ खोल फिरसे उन बेगानी बातों को
दिल को फर्जी सही पर आ फिरसे बचपन कि कुछ यादें वापस करदे
©sayurisingh -
A world without books...
What a dreadful thought?!
Still those words put in a series of images,
My mind races from one to another,
With gasping breaths and darkening vision.
No libraries, or bookstores,
No shelves filled with knowledge,
No silent halls with words across centuries
Speaking loud and clear to readers,
Across time, across space, across lifetimes.
No textbooks, to take notes from,
No workbooks to complete before class,
No teachers and tutors reading out aloud,
As students dozed and daydreamed,
Hoping to make sense of all the words overflowing.
A world without books...
What a dreadful thought?!
Where would all the musings be recorded?
Where will we find thoughts echoing,
From eons ago, reminding us
Great minds are, and will forever be, a part of us?
©distilled_thoughts -
ashleywords 3w
Gender sensitive
Cause men don't cry
and women are shy
don't ask me why
you see, not being one
perhaps makes us less
of our genders, does that?
oh I tell you, a woman
without shyness is shameless
and more so, a slut or a whore
and we never question
being called so,
but I wonder in oblivion
isn't gender, a social construct?
and aren't we all just anyone
but humans above all.
Cause men are brute
and women are mute
isn't that how society
designed us and why not,
after all we only serve the
purpose of being mere
puppets, you see we are
more than okay with the
ways of the world,
into how they make us look
less human more gendered.
And as society calls it fair
you are better married off young
as in too young to bear children
that's what you are here to do, isn't that?
oh otherwise you wouldn't like
being called infertile.
Cause men are never weak
and women in them, seek
protection and constant
remembrance that they are
destined to be saved by
only males hands that might
touch them without consent
but isn't that fine?
Hush!! don't speak up
be mindful of your honour
oh not yours solely though
of the whole lineage
the vagina is the keeper.
Cause men like blue
and women forced with pink
dolls and dresses
symbolising the feminineness
oh, a little less of that is not
acceptable, you see
neither are boys ever asked
do they really admire blue cars
I fear asking for a change, it's a sin
history can't be changed, who cares
it has to run down the same.
Cause men don't show
and women hide
emotions are as patriarchal
as the societies are
to see a woman vulnerable
as asking and invited to be devoured
and a man dare not shed a tear
after all he's all made of metals
and the emotions are a little
too fragile to pierce through
that armour.
Cause men are loud
and women are unheard
silently bearing pains
not to be sound and vocal
oh, please don't you dare speak
you will be labelled less of a woman
muffled of their dreams
and desires and forget not
to ever bad mouth
we are never asked whether
we entertain assertions
I guess society isn't used to a "no"
who cares, we want a life too.
Cause men are privileged
and women the 'other'
insignificant and delicate
shouldn't just walk home late
you might come around predators
and hey guess why
you walked home late sweetheart,
told you
and did you just wear your jeans low
or the skirt a little above the thigh
oh please don't.
Past nine, the streets are Phallocentric.
Cause men are too ignorant
and women, they assume,
are meek to flak if not easy
you see they wear crops and minis
of course, to ask for it
and you out of utmost courtesy
never say no to a woman, is it?
I saw the other day, a girl across street
wearing a dress, very pretty
perfectly complimenting her curves
until maligns came in,
of being vulgar and exposing
but isn't beauty to be admired
in all shapes and sizes.
Cause men are wanting
and women for long finds it okay
to serve themselves on silver platters
with or without much of their say
At 15, a girl I knew, was touched
out of her unwillingness
and all her parents could managed
was to keep mum
I now understand their bane
wearing what pleases us is a doom
So I wear my top low and jeans high
and evey time I go out
my parents never forgets to ask me
to be back by nine
they know the world can't change its heart
so better be I.
©ashleywords -
atticoftheheart 3w
Oh Poem
May you be as radiant
As the sun
Live long and prosper
Be the beacon of my existence
Tell somebody that there was
Somebody who was me
With this body
With this collage of emotions
With this pattern of Love lives
Oh Poem
May you be read by somebody,
Anybody with the fever
The fever of solitude
The fever of authenticity
May you find campsites
With firewood and streams
As you go along the forest
Of human existence
Oh Poem
Have the courage
That I do not have
To kiss potential lovers
To drive to the mountains
Grow up
Let go of me forever
You are lovelier
than your creator
And more so stronger
You're the only language of the heart
Oh Poem
You're world's greatest mystery
Written without its end.
The white garden of black flowers
A storehouse of letters
As you wears my ink crave to read by
Favorite ones
Your words are like fine wine.
I drink them slowly,
Tasting each syllable
And the way you say them,
Savoring each phrase
From your paper to my heart
Oh Poem
I adore you because
You're a gemstone
Crowned with of metaphors
Every word is a jewel
Set in silver, or in gold
Bring muses of renewal.
You're synonyms of meditation
Scent of beloved literature
Poet's affection
A written adventure
There’s no need for preoccupation,
As long as you're my salvation.
©atticoftheheart
Happy World Poetry Day ❤You shall age and grow but never change;
You shall wane and wither just in pain!
Just like a stubborn day rainfall-
Ah! which remains a thick stifling veil
To our young sky, and its starlights-
Like a loyal fence and its old window;
Sitting and hoping that endings shall never show
Yes, she shall but still look the same tomorrow.
Because you're immortal verse
Of my flicking thoughts.
©atticoftheheart -
sayurisingh 3w
Au revoir to my Inamorata
My Dear Love
I cherish the moments I spent with you while I take a way back from you (my home), hiraeth is something I feel when I see all those trees passing by from my train window.....
The meadows give me a a blur vision of your face like all the dews that adorn the grass, I hold on to that window sill and take in the blast of air that touches me like your hands caressed my face...
I could feel the time which passes by and drags me far away from you with each second that ticks.....
Until next time please savoir the fact that my heart races fast to your presence, and my mind still hold on to the memories you gave me...
©sayurisingh -
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