#Her

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  • theunique_s_mystery 1d

    HER WORDS

    Lust is when you crave to see her,
    Love is when you crave to hear beautiful words from her..
    ©theunique_s_mystery

  • kaach_ka_panchi 3d

    Didn't know what love is?
    But when I found her, I got the meaning.

    With her, those two or three weeks seemed more than a century.

    Those weeks that I have come after spending with her.

    Now I've missed every minute, I want to relive every moment I spent with her.

    That living feeling.
    That goosebump, that crushing.

    Do you know how it was?
    It was as if she had filled life in me with her soul.
    It was as if the wounds within me had been healed.
    And of all the precious things, I found her smile the most precious.

    My heart was never filled with the joy of talking to her and being with her.

    I have retained the feeling of her being till today.
    I will never let that feeling gone and die.
    I felt a butterfly,
    I felt rose petals,
    When I saw her smiling, her Bluffs, and when she murmured.
    And when she suddenly touched me, her sense of touch gave purpose to my life. Her touch makes some current flow within me.

    Like She thrills me.
    Like she pulling madness inside me.

    But I didn't know before she came,
    My wandering heart used to be completely broken and lifeless.

    But then she is.

    She came into my life for a few moments and then all of a sudden she left,
    but as she left, she filled the emptiness inside me with some of her memories and gave it noise.

    ©panchi

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    Feels like Ishq//caption

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • rahoof 4d

    Crustacean people
    ..............................


    Crab man! - crab man! - Crab man!
    They yelled at me on my sister's wedding
    They yelled at me, for they saw me wearing
    A shell over my insecure skin

    They ask me not to hide from my kin
    Must remain comfortable in a family gathering
    surprise not in case we bring a scale
    dont be nervous, fail freely young man!

    Imagine what faces they make
    and how they weigh things with their eyes
    Cant help it When the scale Start tilting
    More and more over to the other side

    Yes, this is the life of a crab man
    who had grown keratin shells for his skin.
    Ask if he's tired of living with people
    who weighs shells with their own judgemental skin

    But just at the end of every occasion
    I grow a shell, thicker than the last one
    Just like a crab changing it's shell
    I prepare myself - for another season


    ©rahoof

  • seasonal_inks 5d

    Body n Blooms!

    Wish I could be,
    The Rain droplet, to touche n move upon your skin.

    Wish you could be,
    The aromatic blossom, I wanna smell all over my body.

    ©seasonal_inks

  • iamsatyajitrout 1w

    Your Call

    One day you called...
    I did not pick up...
    I was really pissed off...
    Why you are calling me...
    I am ok...

    One day you did not call...
    I was worried...
    Why you did not call...
    I was really pissed off...
    I am ok...

    And

    One day you left your phone...
    And
    You call never came...
    I am ok...
    ©iamsatyajitrout

  • perdu1992 1w

    MIRROR

    Each time I look into the mirror.
    I sense something queerer.
    Silence murmuring in my ear.
    Entreating me to hear.
    " Hello there , come closer."
    Steps headed towards the one, though blur but felt familiar.
    With each steps, the details became clear.
    I know her yet unfamiliar.
    "Look at this disgusting-dull figure,
    Body as dark as her hair,
    In the world demanding things fair,
    Fat piece of mass growing wider,
    When the trend is to be slim and thinner."
    Insecurities drew the wrinkles bigger.
    Reducing my image to a sinner.
    "Stop! Stop! Stop!", I pleaded her.
    Still the unabating contempts created a furor.
    And reflex got triggered to break her.
    Broken pieces shimmer.
    Tears personifying the river.
    The unbiased silvery mirror.
    Reflexes what I deliver.
    Choice is mine to be a sinner or a winner.
    Sanctifying the need to be one's admirer.
    Who must cheerfully work to be a self - lover.

    MEGHNA K PILLAI

  • rahoof 1w

    My euphoria of pain
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    Of the many pain I have to go through everyday
    The one that I enjoy the most are the ones about her.
    You would ask, how does one pick favourites
    from their sufferings?
    But there is no other answers to that
    other than-
    "I have to go through this everyday."
    Even if I dont want to-
    My mind is packed with toxins for depression,
    And it decides to screw me often with general anxiety.

    Of the many pain I suffer, I like the most when I suffer thinking about her,
    It was always a kind of an euphoric sweet sensation of pain, acceptance and longing.
    One of the most enjoyable pain that I had ever felt.
    Closed chapter or a broken bridge you can call it whatever,
    you may ask for me to move on and spend more time with my family.
    To that I say,
    of the many few who gets me for who I am,
    family is not among them.

    They might ask,
    why are you being so hard on yourself, you have a roof over your head, you have food to eat, you have all your limbs and is not paralysed from the waist down like the most unfortunate.

    Yes, I am grateful for what I have
    But sometimes I crave for something more
    Than limbs more than food more than a house,
    When I crave for peace of mind.
    I think the most unfortunate people are the ones who fail to find peace for themselves.

    My first experience of anxiety was horrific.
    I even struggled to swallow food and water,
    And I got so fed up with my fear of failure,
    Even with all my limbs I had doubted every step I took with them.
    You can be the richest person of the planet and still end up being worthless
    If you cant find peace of mind.
    That's why people often say that money can't buy happiness
    For me, money is essential but its existence was always sceptical,
    It is funny how money often buys friends but not their loyalty,
    Wonder how it makes your father say that he is only proud If you find out a way
    to successfully make it by yourself.
    This often raises a series of questions that scrambles one's mind
    Wasn't he proud of me anyway?
    Wasn't he proud of being a father to a son that he gave life to?
    Why do you always have to be valued off of your success rather than your attempts to get there?

    The neglect, the isolation, abandonment
    Coupled with misfortune really test your will to live,
    Testing your will, for a reason not to take that final desicion.
    people often nearly end up deciding to tie a noose or to take a cold blade to their vein,
    Or an overdose of pills that doze you off to a never ending sleep,
    Or even wishing for a cardiac arrest on their deepest sleep for a painless death.
    All for proving a point,
    To make you people realise that the pain that they brag about everyday were true all along.
    Dont turn down a person even more if they are already feeling low, lonely or depressed.
    Sadly people end up feeling guilty only after the lose of a life.
    Technically this is not murder,
    but from the perspective of the people who end up committing suicide,
    Their experience of last days could never end up being more sorrowful than those lives inside Nazi concentration camps.
    So people should be held accountable for pushing them to that extreme.

    And from a person who suffers from the pain of uncontrollable racing thoughts,
    Who is struggling to even focus on the littlest things,
    who you blame their head is not at all there,

    Of the many things he suffer each day
    The best was always the ones about her.

    ©rahoof

  • dinog74 1w

    Short Love Story

    My Heart was broken up for
    auction, When you pop in, i had different options, didn't think you'll be a option, now you my one and only option. I got pain that havy, Told you my emotions unsteady, you say you ready, Gave you da ball, you wanted to carry, split thru my defences, and won my heart like you balling on a team. You make me wanna scream,
    Our love need a big screen,
    I see, i final scene like its a dream.
    Sleeping next to you, it seems we weakening, distance becoming a enemy.
    ©dinog74

  • harichozhan 1w

    She nicknamed me as "MINE"
    ©harichozhan

  • harichozhan 1w

    YOU

    I'll always feel like a tender, exposed raw wound, when I'm with you
    ©harichozhan

  • tucky13 2w

    Who knew the antidote for cramps was butterflies in her belly?

    ©tucky13

  • mauryaa 2w

    That waking up of me on
    That phone call of her's
    That yawning of mine on
    That hello of her's
    That falling of me towards her on
    That "get up baby" of her's
    That sweet begging of me for kiss on
    That bold words of her's
    That asking of me to her 'stay a bit' on
    That tata of her's





    If i have to make a wish to god
    I will ask the god to let it happen
    For one more day and
    Then the next day also
    And the day after next day too
    Till the eternity...��







    #love
    #miraquill
    #poetry
    #relationship
    #her
    #heart
    #mylove

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    "For one more day"

    ©mauryaa

  • kaach_ka_panchi 2w

    Whenever I see you, neither one plays guitar or violin.

    But you know, it's daisies who sings for you.
    It is the lily petals that turn to me and bloom for you.


    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • kaach_ka_panchi 2w

    While I was cried and crumbled,
    She embroidered my tears with her deepest scars.

    While I was trembling with my pain,
    She tied a hook to my pain and hung it on the broken wall of her heart.

    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • napster_47 2w

    Will you go out with me?

    I wana walk with you
    With the stars in the moonlit night
    On a empty road with trees besides
    Listening to your favourite song

    Would you start a conversation?
    Because well i am shy!
    Tell me me what you like and what you don't
    Because i really what to know what goes inside your mind.

    And then if i crack a joke
    Just assume it was a good one
    And smile, that smile is all i want
    It will brighten the night even more

    After a while when you get tired
    Will sit in a cafe and have a coffee
    Let me stare into those beautiful eyes
    While you tell me about your life

    And on the way back home
    If you feel cold
    I will lend you my jacket
    It would be a good reason to see you more!
    ©napster_47

  • soumen_sonu 3w

    वो

    उसके बारे में और क्या लिखूं?
    वो थोड़ा पागलपन है,
    और थोड़ी कविता।
    ©soumen_sonu

  • ekjaamzindagi 3w

    बेटियां

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    अमावस से जीवन में, पूर्णिमा का चांद बनकर
    उदासीभरे वक्त में, खुशियों का आसमां बनकर ।
    बनकर के बेटी, आती हैं स्वयं मां आदिशक्ति
    अभिशापित संसार में, शुभता का वरदान बनकर ।।
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    © प्रांजुल मिश्रा
    © ekjaamzindagi

  • swethaphoenix 3w

    Epic yet ironic.

    How could a single fragrance bring me back to life after my forever death,cursed by who holded onto it?!
    ©swethaphoenix

  • writeweird 4w

    purple//her

    wait for me before you disappear, hold
    -- you had my heart
    take from me everything i swear, all your memories and all your scars

    so, you were my summer's sun,
    winter's cold --
    you were the mountains, rivers
    that have cut me sharp

    you were my crowded streets,
    my only hope --
    arms to grow old, quiet nights
    with no stars

    maybe if the world wasn't so small
    we'd never fallen apart

    maybe if the words weren't so cruel
    we'd never fallen apart

    and the fire would've found
    it's way to the sparks,

    before the lights go out.

    ©writeweird

  • nuiinuhara 4w

    Celestial

    I Can't Promise Her
    The Moons and the Stars
    She is Born from
    The Cosmos

    A Celestial Child
    Everything in the Universe
    Already Belongs
    To Her.

    ©nuiinuhara