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  • distilled_thoughts 27w

    Bidding farewell

    Bags are packed,
    Laden with memories,
    Some sweet, some bitter,
    Some a slice of heaven,
    Others a tasting of hell fire.

    The door is open,
    The threshold waiting
    For me to pass through.
    But I linger, in the in between,
    Bidding farewell is difficult.

    Goodbye, it's just a little word,
    Takes just a breath the utter,
    But isn't it the toughest too?
    As it cuts across the fields of dreams,
    Chopping away the blooms of hopes,
    Slashing at the jugulars of love.

    Still, the decision is made.
    We part ways here.
    Now I must leave,
    With my bags of memories,
    Trampling the wishes we made together,
    I must bid farewell to a life we'd never have.


  • wandererofverses 29w


    Its been years I have been on this platform.
    My happy place where I explored beyond my comfort zone!
    And am forever grateful for it.
    Thank you for being there and reading my silly words..
    If you wanna connect with me,
    You can find me on instagram as @wandererofverses
    Feel free to dm for collaboration.
    Thank you!


  • unknown_adhyatm 29w


    O' She love herself & do smile
    & bear her pains; her life's low
    She is dreaming of many mile
    and she always flow and flow.

    And her sweet looks & lovely nature
    Makes me happy everyday
    She's herself clone of whole nature
    Her beauty made of holy clay.

    She wipes her tears and smile always
    To me, her heart's a burning glow,
    & she's with me in my sorrowful days
    Yay,- she helps me in my life's show.


  • luminosity_espied 30w

    Love doesn't drive you to make sacrifices,
    Love doesn't call for attention.
    Love won't ask you for justifications,
    Love won't weep for forgiveness.

    Love's a maze in the bigger maze of life.
    Love's a mystery within larger mysteries of humankind.
    It's a story that speaks to itself,
    No clangs of sorrow , no cries of help.

    It's a promise of tomorrow,
    It's an ode to life.
    It's the will to live
    It's the peace of demise.

  • rachnna 30w


    Finally, its my farewell day.
    I woke up early
    Dressed myself...
    Put lots make up ,saree , bangles, heels ....

    The day i awaited for long,
    Finally, its time my cab arrived.
    I got late in getting beautiful,
    I sat quietly in the back seat.
    Living those moments....
    what i have been planning
    since my senior's farewell party.

    our car clashed with a truck ,
    I got little pain in my head;
    College was stone's throw
    I got down and walked excitingly.

    But my excitement didn't last..
    Nobody paid attention ,
    Not a single compliment ,
    Everyone ignored my presences,
    Each one of them behaved blind .

    In anger , i left for home ,
    No vehicle stopped ;
    Nobody came to pick ,
    People around started neglecting,
    I walked home finding no choices.

    Everything was quite unnatural,
    A crowd across the street,
    I reached home shoving and pushing.
    Found my mother shedding tears...
    I asked her in fear .....

    To my shock , an ambulance arrived
    Some one was covered with the white
    Looking like me....

  • j_sathyan 30w


    വിസ്മയത്തിൽ നിന്ന് വിരഹത്തിലേക്ക് ചിറകറ്റു വീണ പ്രണയമേ നിനക്ക് വിട.
    കടലും എൻ്റെ കരളും കറുത്തു
    കാല്പനികത കളമോഴിഞ്ഞൂ.
    കരിഞ്ഞുണങ്ങിയ പുതു നാമ്പുകളെ,
    സ്വപ്നങ്ങളെ, നിങ്ങൾക്കും വിട.
    ജഡ പിടിച്ചൊരെൻ്റെ മനസ്സിനും
    മസ്തിഷ്കത്തിനും പിന്നെ
    ബോധി തേടിയിറങ്ങി പിന്നെയേതോ
    വഴിമരചോട്ടിലോന്നിലോരു ബാധയായി മാറിയൊരെൻ്റെ ബോധത്തിനും വിട.
    എന്നെ ഒരു തരിയെങ്കിലും ഞാനാക്കിയ
    കടമെടുത്തതും കണ്ടെടുത്തതുമായുള്ള എൻ്റെ വാക്കുകളെ, നിങ്ങൾക്കും വിട.
    ദേഹി വിട്ടോഴിയുന്നോരെൻ്റെ ദേഹമേ
    ദഹിച്ചോടുങ്ങിയിട്ടും- ഉൾക്കാമ്പിലേവിടെയോ വിങ്ങി നിൽക്കുന്നൊരെൻ്റെ ഹൃദയമേ വിട.
    മറയട്ടെ, മാത്രകളായി മണ്ണോടലിയട്ടെ
    മതിലുകൾക്കും മരുഭൂമികൾക്കും മനുഷ്യ ചിന്തകൾക്കും വികാരങ്ങൾക്കുമിപ്പുറം
    ഒരു മലർക്കൊടിയായ് പിറന്നിടട്ടെ.


  • tears48 31w


    The last I saw of you,  I had bid you a farewell. I sent a silent prayer of forget me nots, and a sisterly embrace of eternal love.
    I wished you a life to be fair and always to stay well.


  • phoenixblaze 32w

    Dearest, I'm unwell. And I can feel that my story is about to end. So don't send a doctor, send a letter that I can read with a smile so that I can say goodbye, at least this time around.

  • trishita 32w

    Few counted days and
    nobody is going to ask
    'Will you go to school tomorrow?'
    How does that even feel?
    Maybe not a bit less painful than a heart ache.
    The bench, my friends,teachers, the canteen,the recess and the gossips.
    Where on earth will I get that back?
    I feel nostalgic.
    For the days I left in the past
    The beautiful days of mine at school.
    How wonderful days those were! I cherish and wonder what on earth can bring them back?
    And it was nothing but the photographs and a nostalgic farewell that keeps reminiscing on my mind.
    The waving bye is not be sad but to begin a new journey and to cherish the beautiful part of life,the school life.

  • rajatksingh10 36w

    For seniors

    ful khila hai wo gulab ka hai,
    aur koi junior kharab nikla hai to galti apka hai.
    aur pyar kia hai to nibhana padega
    jate jate ham juniors ko khilana parega..

  • rajatksingh10 36w

    jab raste itne hasen ho to dil ruk jana chahata hai,
    par manzil tak jana hai na, isliya keep moving on.

  • sahil_sankhe_1796 36w


    All the moments together we had
    Will make me more sad
    But this had to end one day
    Of course in a promising way!
    But now I don't have much to say,
    Just stay delighted wherever you all are
    I shall be content from far
    Be optimistic where you are!


  • callouschibi 36w

    The End.

    Sometimes we start fresh.
    The ones we loved show us who they are.
    Years waste away as time fails the test.
    The thorned halo's glow can be seen afar.

    Harrowing wind blows throughout the heart.
    I've got a secret, care to hear it?
    Everything is not alright.
    Not within this small circle, let it fall to the deepest pit.

  • karenallen284 37w

    All over the world there are mothers who have to
    Say goodbye to babies they haven't met but have planned an entire future with
    Say goodbye to babies they haven't smelled or hugged but have memorised their heartbeat
    Bid farewell to babies before they had a chance to say hello
    Bid farewell as they leave the most comforting home they know - the womb

    And what unites these mothers is their silent grief and endless thoughts of ifs and whys and hows.

  • singhkajal 37w


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    Kuch tod gye kuch chhor gye,
    Kuch ohde s DIL taul gye,
    Kyyiiii arso bad mile kuchh...
    ,jo phli dfa m "Abeyy b**k " bol gye!!
    Kuch ajeeb tha vo lmhaaa
    Jb saf inkar krne pr "chl chl bhav mt kha"
    Chup hone pr " bol tu bol ....aj sunenge teri"
    Bolne pr "abey gawar, tu muh bnd rkh"
    Kvi Hsne pr "bhut hsi aa rhi kya bat h??"
    To rone pr "abeyy lga isko do or ,,feel ni aa rhi "...........k shor hr or the!!
    Aj sb thk v kuch na-thk sa h..
    Tb kuch na-thk v sb thk tha...
    Jb puchhne pr "aree bhaia All is well"
    Na puchne pr" lgta h kisi or gali jane lge ho"
    Shakhtt hone pr"Tu single hi mregi ..likh k le le"
    To line dene pr "abeyyy sudhar ja ..pitwaegi hme v"..jaise bato m hi life bhutee aziz sa tha!!
    Kuch the "Nikammee" ,,nam to suna hi hoga...
    Kuch the nikamme jo chale the kuch dur sath,ab aage bdh gye...
    Kuch the nikamme jo av to the yhi... ab khi or gye....
    (Ha thk h ...i miss u..)
    Av to kyi or chay ki tafri lgane the yrrr..
    Av to kyi or uljhi masle, suljhane the yrr..
    Av to kyi or kissee likhne the yrr..
    Av to "Abeyyy yhi hu hm"
    ...kuch or dur khna tha na yrrr✨!!!

  • microcosm 38w

    The So Called Closure_!!!

    Even though no one wants it, even if roots were the only place to thrive, even when the sun is to greet the fall, death must be treated with utmost admiration.

    My love for you will never change, it is indeed frail right now, more than it ever will be. Yet, it's not faded. I am being reminiscent.

    I owe you an eulogy, but it's better not to share it with everyone i guess. If this is absolute selfishness, so be it. Your tombstone will not be carved with guilt and expectations.

    A verse written for you, will not pave the path for your mighty chariot. Your ups and downs will never taint your legacy. Me on my very high, was a push to your extreme bounds. You even at your worst, would make the world fall for me.

    I am flawed in every possible way, yet you made me feel equality. I believe it's quite long for a confession, yet you vouched for every part of us...

    To you, to love, to peace and to quietus,
    May you be of oblivion, me grace.

  • luminosity_espied 39w

    Within your soul, there's a spot I'd prefer, to be buried in and be loved forever.
    For coffins are for those who grieve the absence and search the light of peace.
    Your heart is my presence and the warmth, my peace.

  • sumantune 40w


    Great thing begins with courage
    Great men are the men of trust
    Great time comes with a break
    Let's goodbye to the past.

    The sorrow, the grief remind us
    The beginning was with a blast
    We are people who shed tears
    Let's goodbye to the past.

    No one is eternal but we are
    The work we do that we must
    It remains in the galaxy of hope
    Let's goodbye to the past.

    You and me are so small like a dot
    But that's the beginning of the Universe
    And I look at you and see the kingdom
    Let's goodbye to the past.


  • miss_silentlyweird 40w


    It's difficult to bid farewell
    It appears to lose strength
    With the likelihood that there might be no tomorrow

    #Filipino #farewell

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    Mahirap magsabi ng pahimakas
    Tila nakakawala ng lakas
    Sa posibilidad na maaaring wala na bukas


  • afzalhakim 40w

    The last drops of tear

    It's now been a year since you bid your adieus and left me a void I could never fill. I remember the last talk we had, where I was holding your soft but icy hand and you were encouraging me not to lose hope. You told me jokingly that I had but just a few drops of tears left in me and to save those for after many years when we both are old and frail. I have still held on to them and I swear each time my eyes well up, I push them further inside my withering heart and let it mix with my blood and run down through my spine.

    Before you had left me broken and shaken you had run your fingers through my hair and told me how you'd miss messing it all up and watching me get annoyed at this habit of yours. I cannot find the courage in me to have my hair trimmed now, even if the strands constantly poke me in the eye and even if at night my hair just covers my eyes stopping them from glimpsing at the moonlight outside, thinking to myself about the nights we spent gazing at the dark black sky. I think even my hair misses you and has been cautiously trying to save those last drops of tear, preventing me from dust and taking the full force of the rain and snow.

    Even if it's been more than 365 days since I have heard that cackle in your laughter that would throw me off guard and make me cringe. I would gladly give up my own life just to hear an echo of that laughter in the air, one last time. I know that once in a fit of anger and because you were frustrated you told me that you hated the sound of your laughter and how it reminded you of painful howling. I had wrapped my arms around you consoling you and I had said that i'd take that sweet torture for the rest of my life because I love you so much. I hope you know how much I meant it but I guess you did not. You just stood there in my embrace and called it a night. You should have really heard me place emphasis on "rest of my life" because that's how long I had imagined us to long.

    Life sometime has a sick sense of humour. I remember pulling up a prank upon you about how I have little time to live and I saw pearls of emotions lining up inside your eyes because you thought I was a buffoon to joke around death. Right now when I write this whatever, I feel those pearls mounting up inside my eyelids and I just want to tell you that you were right. I was stupid and I kept my tomfoolery going, and little did I know that fate would pull up a mirror right in my face. I wish it wasn't a mirror but a reflection, I wish it was me and not you. Because I bear this pain in silence like I always have and like I always will and you knew that.

    You were there to coax the emotions right out of me like yanking carrots out of a kitchen garden. I remember feeling so light and so relaxed because you would be there as my personal whoopee cushion to bury my face in and let my emotions go wild and rampant. Now, here I am holding all of it back, all the feelings penting up inside me and I can't explode because I don't want to obliterate those last droplets of tears inside of me that I have promised you i'd hold on to. But it's hard. It's so damn hard.

    I have been writing this for the past three hours and I don't know if I have gotten anywhere at all with it. I will probably end up erasing all of it but would that help? Would I be able to clean the slate I have inside of me. A slate that you and I had decorated together and made a tacit promise of never wiping it clean. We decided to put all our memories there like that damn scrap book that I gifted you on your birthday, which had all our conversations since the day we met neatly scribbled onto pieces of paper meticulously stuck in a classic messaging format. I remember the look on your face when you started reading through those texts. You just did not want it to cease at all.

    Now what do I have left to show from it? Perhaps one day, when I am old and recollecting upon my life, I will mentally go through our conversations like in that scrapbook because I have them seared in my brain like etchings on a moon ruin that shines under special moonlight. It is only then that with the last breath escaping out of my lungs, I will let those last drops of tear fall out of my eyes and onto my cheeks hoping that when my soul moves on, I see you sitting there wiping that droplet from my cheek and smiling at me like you did when we saw each other after a few days.

    I hope the first thing you do when we see each other is laugh at me with your signature cackle and tell me that I was a buffoon to have pulled that prank on you. Now, I will leave it at this hoping that as the years go by I live up to the promise and that this pain and vacuum that I feel right now gets a little sweeter. But, you and I know that while wounds heal, scars never really go away. You have left a scar on my heart that even the worms in the ground can't scratch away after I have been put to rest. So, so long my dear friend and I pray that your soul rests at ease. I will love you forever.

    Your crazy stupid friend,