#citylove

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  • abhishekkamble 11w

    #romance #shortstory #stories #sunflower #rainbows #music #evenings #citylove #love #life #memories #firstdate #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #rains #monsoon #oneday

    @theultimateinsane @sou_scribbles_ @_still_in_mess

    Dedicated to my love❤

    "Meri khwaishe bhi tujhme hai,
    Jo tu Mange Wahi mang lu,
    Bas Itni si khwaish ab sirf meri hai".
    - ©abhishekkamble

    Her sunflower vase

    Her wardrobe painted a blue of his denims, while she sat in her purple gown appealing to the iron board, the steam of his t shirts, it made her realize the iron swaying over the roughs when she breathed all the air in, she pinched her thoughts when she sensed her fingers shallowed over her dimple cheeks, the redness her cheeks had was the paint of red roses he once blushed with, she said to herself, "oh it's almost time", she glanced over the window pane as curtains blew the wheezing wind, "mumma! Oh mumma!" She heard a little shout, that crawled in to peep his mumma through the creaking doorway, she gasped a sigh and bent over to be his embrace.
    "Mumma papa!", The child blabbered as she looked into his tiny eyes that saw her first, she told him, "hey kid, daddy will be coming home, he works hard no, he goes office, he bring fruits, he bring toys, he loves mumma and you", the child whispered a chuckle and pointed his finger at mumma's nose as she kissed his forehead with all her affectionated motherhood, she tucked his head on her bosom, while he hung around her neck with his loosening hold, before she could sing a twinkle twinkle her son already snored a sleep. She then sat on the couch watching the munchkin and pondered how her son will be pulling his bag strap cause it might be too heavy to hung on his delicate shoulder, unaware that they are the bones least bothered about themselves and as she was grabbing her cellphone, he rang the doorbell ! She got up gradually and tip toed her slippers and opened the safety door, looking at her man she couldn't be more impatient than this, to tightly wrap her warmth around his perfumed white collared formals, he always stared at her with the face he looked at her, the eyebrows bowed upon the forehead and the lips longing to curve a bit more and the 'honey please open the door' had her sleepless afternoons evanesce in front of her sight.
    He told her, "ah it was another busy day but hey there's something I have, I have been waiting to give you this", happy at his curious girl, he asked her, "but no cheating you gotta close your eyes first", just to ensure a fair play he blindfolded her "ever waiting" questions, held her hands and asked her to keep them still, he then opened her blindfold and she got her brand new dress that she reluctantly added in her 'wishlist' cart, she jumped and clinged to him, he caressed her sweated and tensed head and rubbed her back which was tired of standing a day long with her multi-tasking, He said, "I knew girl, you waited for my paycheck but how could I wait to see you being this kid again, now you will get a day off and I will do the dishes", she slapped his cheek teasingly and said to herself, " I had never seen a skyline so starry but you gave me a different frame"
    Suddenly he banged his head on his study table, "oh when I fell asleep thinking what all I could do for you", and he sighed, there's still time we marry and he snapped back to the glass window, where he stuck his 'to do' list. He said in his thoughts, "girl thodasa wait, I am getting ready my suite!".
    ©abhishekkamble

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  • writeriyaaa 66w

    Mumbai

    City of dreams, i wanna go back to you.
    when you first received me,
    rain-drenched and desperate,
    I couldn't offer much to you,
    couldn't write a poem to your name
    or discover you more.

    I was a passerby among passengers
    a lost person among lost people
    I was too soaked in my sorrows
    to remain afloat in your seas.

    City of dreams, i wanna go back to you.
    To live and love,
    More.
    ©writeriyaaa

  • metime_thoughts 87w

    I left the city years ago.
    When parents were there, I felt sad every time I left. I still feel sad when parents are also shifted from there!
    Then I realized, we do have attachments with places, too and not with just people!!
    ©metime_thoughts

  • unjaan_shayrii 90w

    Lo ye bhi Shayri ban gai__

    Ghabrate ni abb ham
    Kisii se bhi bichadne se

    Jaha jate he
    Ek nayi shaam
    Intezaar kar rahi hoti hee!
    ©aarrvy

  • namitaajayan 112w

    In this city,
    I know I'll always have a home..
    For I can always come back...
    And pretend that I never left.
    ©namitaajayan

  • khan_aarif 124w

    मेरा शहर

    घूमनामियों मैं भटका हुँ जनहा

    वो है मेरा शहर

    के उसके सवेरे उसके अंधेरे स।रे ही तो देखें हैं मेने
    उसे सोते उसे जगते देखा है मेने

    वो पल भी याद हैं जब सबने ठुकरा दया था
    मेरे शहर ने अपनी झोली मै मुझको छुपा लिया था

    इस नये शहर मै शोर मैं bhi ek सन्नाटा है

    ओर तेरे आँगन मैं ऐ मेरे शहर तनहायी मैं भी रोना कनहा आता है

  • abhikm 142w

    बैठे बैठे यहीं से आँखें सेंक रहा हूँ
    तेरी नज़रों से बनारस मैं देख रहा हूँ
    ©abhikm

  • theignitingthoughts 155w

    This is my try at Carolyn mams attitude of gratitude challenge and truth be told this got me really emotional.

    The city is where it all began I might be from a different place but the city it will always remain home. I learned to walk , to crawl , to talk and most importantly to dream all in the city.

    I have always said this even if I never go back the city is always gonna be home.

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    Gratitude was all she had left to offer to the city she crawled as toddler.
    Gratitude was all she had left to offer to the city she walked the streets off.
    Alas ! Gratitude could never be shown enough to the city she called home.
    ©theignitingthoughts

  • _amwrites 155w

    बरेली

    अपने भाषा में बोलूँ तो,
    "ऊ हमार ध्यान रखेली,
    आ उ रहेली बरेली...!"


    برےلی Bareilly बरेली

    ©_amwrites

  • triyaghosh_ 173w

    City of silence

    If you really listened,
    You can hear the silence before the storm,
    See the good before his evil form.
    See her smile before it's all faded and gone,
    See them laugh before it's serious and lonely.
    See the city before it crowds and hollows.

    No one is anyone here.

    If you really heard,
    You could hear the whispers,
    In the clutter of the city.
    The cries in its alleyways.
    The sinister cackle in its shadows.
    You can listen to the city of silence,
    You will understand it's secrets,
    Once you visit its deadly clone.
    The city isn't always lights and buses,
    Movies and concert passes.
    It is something capable of swallowing the happiest human,
    All in one whole.
    The city of silence,
    You never know what the future holds.
    ©triyaghosh_

  • urmi_90 207w

    The glittering street lights,
    And skyscrapers standing tall.

    The arch of the giant bridge,
    The motorways leading to heavens unknown.

    There's the mystery of the dancing lights,
    There the pull of midnight walks in parks undiscovered.

    Cobbled streets and concrete alleys,
    There's people pushing and jostling for an inch of space.

    Nothing can ever annoy me about any of this.
    Because in it's state of chaos and madness,

    I'd still love the citylights like the clouds do when touching the highest point of snow capped mountains, in their snowy grasp. .


    ©urmi_90

  • remonah 239w

    City Personified

    I do not write your name against the bullet that asks for my birthplace.
    But it is you where I find solace.
    I do not visit you often.
    But when I hear your name, I feel this eternal connection, a kind difficult to explain in narration.
    You make me dream of you with open eyes.
    It is you wherein my heart lies.
    Be it the old mansions, narrow lanes or the river ghats.
    Be it the lively streets or the world famous sweets.
    Every corner of you allures me.
    This isnot my love for a he or she.
    It is actually my love for you, KOLKATA city.
    ©remonah

  • remonah 239w

    City Personified

    I do not write your name against the bullet that asks for my birthplace.
    But it is you where I find solace.
    I do not visit you often.
    But when I hear your name, I feel this eternal connection, a kind difficult to explain in narration.
    You make me dream of you with open eyes.
    It is you wherein my heart lies.
    Be it the old mansions, narrow lanes or the river ghats.
    Be it the lively streets or the world famous sweets.
    Every corner of you allures me.
    This isnot my love for a he or she.
    It is actually my love for you, KOLKATA city.
    ©remonah