Miraquill
Kuch dost hote hai jinse baate nahi hoti
Par wo bina bataye sab samajh jate hai
Kuch hote hai jinhe bina bataye sab samjhta hai
Pr unhe bataneka sukoon alag hi hota hai
Kuch hote hai jinhe aapke "Hm" aur "Hmmmmmm"
Inke bich ka fark pata hota hai
Kuch hote hai jinse roz baat nahi hoti
Pr jab baat ho tab bich ka waqt mayne nahi rakhta
Aise kai jaane anjane log hai
Jinhe duniya dost kehti hai
Aur hum zindagi❤️
©shamli_mali
#deadends
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10 0 1
When you search the memory lanes,
not always do you hit the target,
sometimes you hit dead ends,
and that's fine...
©shamli_mali8 0 1
ct_and_skylines
167w
Read More#strangers in #bars could we #shutup for awhile too loud to #think #writing #expectations are #deadends #mirakee #writersofmirakee #writersnetwork #books #readme ;)
Real
I smiled more because I was told I was too shy.
And when I was "shy" I was too quiet.
Maybe I just wanted to be quiet.
Let me be as I am.
My smile spreads from ear to ear.
Is it sincere...?
There were times I forced it to stay
to make them smile too.
Learned to make myself smile
because it's supposed to induce happiness.
It worked, awhile.
Then I felt weak.
For not letting myself
feel what needs to be released.
Being what you want to suit your needs.
Fuck your personal requirements;
respect my boundary.
If you want a smile--
Well.
I don't know.
Make me laugh.
Its hard these days with dishonesty flooding the streets, it drenches the rugs drizzling over panes.
I left my window open again.
I was waiting for the light, again.
Your expectations fucked the night in two.
We could've won had you been raw from the start,
but you've been beaten to oblivion as well.
It'll take time to get there.
Do me a favor and stay away from me till
you find your peace.
I can't stand to hear your slurred speech and
stammering pleads of loneliness.
I'm not a treasure..
I'm a poppy flower amongst stones,
ground and desert.
You're not leveled.
I'm grounded and my arms stretch to the clouds.
Someone cut your roots, as they did mine.
Quit trying to find something to blame.
Look inside at the self-hatred;
a hurricane of incessant lies.
In front of a mirror we learn to heal.
It comes from the eyes.
Acceptance creates bonds with our soul
tell it, "we're friends".
Say, "I love you."
Always, like its the first time.
Mean it and be gentle.
Vulnerability is a strange feel.
The more you open up,
the more you'll know
how to deal.
Look in the mirror--
see yourself
someone
Real.
©ct_and_skylines10 0
shagufta_shahwar
195w
Identify the dead ends in your life
Change your course
And do it all before it's too late
You never know what's coming your way
Whats waiting for you in another direction
©shagufta_shahwar8 0
Have you ever traveled an empty road
In the storm when the weather was cold
Listening to the trees speak
As your body becomes so fragile and weak
And your feet so numb
Walking not knowing where to go
And in the middle of the road
A shadows just stops and stares
As you become lost
Wondering how you got there
©sarie3214 0 1
nish_adaya
209w
DEAD ENDS
Life always takes you to dead ends.
At every dead end, you have two choices -
1. Dive Deep
2. Fly High.
©nish_adaya14 2 1
sesh_kojagori
219w
16.04.18
That I am healthy.
Yeah so?
That I should have been able to flaunt my curves.
Why not?
Because then I would have made people talk.
How bad?
It would be so bad that someone would claim my attire provoketh wrong intentions.
So what?
There would be people to scream in reply dress provoketh none.
Even then?
There would still occur long candle marches for the social-sexual-baits.
Sounds harsh?
Being a woman to survive this nation is harsher.
Then what?
God knows what; I am supposedly a woman, I can't talk.
Why so?
Because every temple has menstruation-filters but no anti-rape machines.
Bad enough?
Every raped-dead or barely alive one has long candle marches but none to burn down the overbearing lust of our country.
True words?
Burkhas; Salwar-kameez; Mini-skirts; oh yes the diapers too.
They are?
Attires provoking wrong intentions.
Question next?
Who should be the next one?
When is the next media sensation going to unleash?
Where should be the next destination?
When would the one in power ever care about us "the victimised goddesses"?
When?
When?
When?
The answer is Never.
The answer is there would only be great theories and written commitments on our protection.
The answer is even if we try to protect ourselves: our voice would be met with their incapability and we would die down.
This and my tension of being able to flaunt my curves.
That i am healthy.
©sesh_kojagori15 0
writer_in__distress
228w
Dead end
Even though this brick wall, marks my dead end today. I will, with time crush it down and walk on a crimson path I created.
©writer_in__distress26 2 1
Shortcuts
Don't follow everyone down shortcuts. Some shortcuts lead to dead ends.8 0
vikkoo
234w
Soldier on...
Soldier on, great things take time
And never come in a straight line
There'll be breaks and there'll be bends
Wrong turns and dead ends
But the darkest hour of night comes just before the dawn
So pick yourself up, and soldier on...
Soldier on....Soldier on...
©vikkoo37 0 1
I have been to too many dead ends,
So let me lead and keep you warm
From all the cold hands..
©practicallytheoretical
