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  • shubham_20 6h

    Bhai propose kaise karte hai


    Use I Love You bol do aur agar woh nah kahe toh use "Phoolon ka taaron ka" gaana sunado


    Couple nahi kamse behan toh milega

    ©shubham_20

  • leena_afsha_ishrot 12h

    10/4/21 4:26 p.m.

    #leena_unsaidwords #wod #lyrics

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    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    My pain in me keeps me awake
    My dream and my comfort zone, fail to be close with coziness

    Let me die, let me cry
    Let me sleep to eternity

    But, I ain't an ordinary man
    That lives in a swarm
    Goes where each one steps

    I am the rarest diamond
    No matter even if I stand in the crowd
    I am recognized for my uniqueness

    Yeah my pain never let me doze
    There's zero interval in the life
    Fresh day, haunting memories of former days

    Happy? Or sad?
    Rich? Or less wealthy?
    Curious about myself?
    Nothing dear!

    Some emotions mix with galvanized
    Some barriers of shackles on my mind and ankles

    The moment I think I of die
    Is the moment I feel vulnerable
    But that's the period of survival

    Patience, survival, disheartened are the phases to stimulate action
    To stabilize the situation
    To calm the inner self
    To control the conscious mind
    To use the language in an elevated composition

    © Leenaafsha

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    Prisoner of adolescence
    ©leena_afsha_ishrot

  • leena_afsha_ishrot 1d

    9/04/21 10:55 p.m.

    #leena_unsaidwords #ceesreposts #lyrics

    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    I feel to end me
    What's the definition of "real"?
    I give less concern for "what they think of me?"
    I don't know who am I
    After every few seconds,
    I find a different version of me

    I pen raw
    I pen dark
    Sometimes too more attached
    Sometimes I find amongst attention seekers
    Sometimes I need the shelter of tenderness
    Sometimes I feel irritation

    A blend of blues and purples
    Followed by sanguine and sang-froid
    Someday, somewhere I met an angel
    Who says, sometimes it bitter to let go of the pain
    But it's necessary to keep the pain inside us

    Though it's not easy to hold every time
    But to vent out sensations through words, not by tears
    Sometimes I am imbecile
    Sometimes I feel cheerful
    Sometimes I sit abandoned
    Sometimes I paint you

    Unfortunately, I loved you in autumn
    They asked not to wet in the rain
    But they hardly can glimpse my waterfall, flowing fountains of the rivulet
    Just like a wave,
    Sometimes boosted
    And sometimes dropped off
    I feel to end myself

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    ©leena_afsha_ishrot

  • ynandini_ 1d

    When lata Mangeshkar ji said that..

    Tere bina zindagi bhi lekin zindagi to nahi...

    I felt that.

    ©ynandini_

  • soliquince 1d

    Zombie

    Tomorrow, is a yesterday,
    blended into an endless fray,
    born in toxic decay,
    sprinkle a little bit of pain,
    it's a stain,
    restrained to be strained and stressed.
    #Blessed,
    but no rest for the wicked,
    eyes faded in this mess.
    It's okay,
    still shuffling today,
    zombie only partly, please stay away.
    Shambling rot, doesn't want you to taste,
    doesn't want you to see his face,
    see the vicious strain,
    of this disease in his brain,
    please refrain
    from speaking to him now, your words can wait.
    What you'll take
    from what he'll say,
    doesn't matter, he's alone anyways.
    always asking a lot,
    he is what he's not,
    which is why he never wants to talk.
    Whenever it stops,
    and the zombie doesn't stumble, he's able to walk,
    it lasts for the ride up, but the coaster is yet to start.
    Falling to pieces but keeping the parts,
    to keep moving sometimes you need to lose who you are.
    And that's why the skin and bone corpse you see is looking starved,
    He's missing a vital organ,
    not hunger for the brains, but missing a heart.
    Like they say though, in this world, without one you'll go far.
    He'd rather let his talking head be hung up like a work of art.
    Maybe then people will change,
    probably not, probably way too late,
    but he's hanging out somewhere
    and the people might appreciate
    for a while before they carry on with their day,
    as he collect dust from years of being on display
    maybe somebody can relate
    to the zombie in the glass case.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 2d

    No Peace

    Word travels fast,
    but the truth'll comes last.
    Sit back, relax,
    let the music roll back.
    Let the music roll back.

    Serenade by no's,
    change like the radio.
    Heartstrings don't pull,
    let the music swing low.
    Let the music swing low.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...


    Break some glasses,
    and call my Atlas.
    Don't be dramatic,
    let the music walk in.
    Leave the music walking.

    Claustrophobic,
    voiceless, choking.
    Space unknown and
    the music softly ends.
    The music softly ends.

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...

    There is no peace,
    there is no peace,
    for me.
    There is no easing,
    everyone's leaving;
    please...
    ©soliquince

  • shubham_20 3d

    Baby, baby, baby oooh


    Itna shok baby baby bolne to use adopt karna

    ©shubham_20

  • shubham_20 3d

    ©shubham_20

  • farheensaba 5d

    I’ve broken your mirror so many times and turned back to look at you
    In my opinion, there’s no one else like you.
    I’ve soaked in your raw light and sung my song blue
    In my opinion, there’s no one else like you.

  • soliquince 1w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 1-2

    Where the fashion is plastic W(r)AP,
    tippety tap Pop twap, no more of that
    boom bap passion, Elmer Fud fudging up the facets.
    Omitted verses, bring 'em back;
    reinstate the hip hop classes,
    -Rock classics to com-Pete.
    Freestyles with stories
    without penile distortions;
    or a body count of abortions,
    growing big Pharma fortunes
    off plan "B" school courses.
    Don't tell me you had no choices.
    With that big of a dick in your mouth,
    of course you're voiceless.
    (Ladies!)
    Don't force your corsets
    in front of men cause you're coinless.
    What's corny is,
    there's better women who're toiling
    while you're out whoring
    around and about, preforming.
    Anywhere the bitch blows,
    doesn't really matter to me,
    that shit needs no sympathy.
    And though perverse schemes
    fuel faux machines,
    cruel though it seems;
    word for word
    and verse per verse indeed:
    Purse your lips, terse hand on your hips.
    Raise your phones, adjust your tits.
    Duck faces, it's just a pic,
    juxtaposed hypocrites.
    It's Only- the adoring -Fans offering tips,
    Rationale femme fatales excuses;
    "It's just the tip."

    Corrupt lips induct kids
    to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
    Far along is the destruction of sense,
    morality traded for common cents.
    Girls fooled by two faced compliments
    cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
    This in turn burns into their heads,
    the nonsense
    that they're perfect
    and need not suffer the consequence.
    Pay off with cash or card,
    with a Daddy complex,
    thinking they're cute and therefore can
    get away with it.
    They're frontal cortex
    has but one thought process,
    "Y'all revolve around me,
    solve me according to my context."
    She as a queen
    proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
    getting that bread
    while giving head,
    years later popping out kids
    for welfare checks
    under the pretense our society projects:
    "Money can buy cars and jets,
    broads and Sex-."
    -Education belongs
    for that old concept,
    "listen to your elders."
    But today, conflicts exist
    between sexually pent
    up pricks aiming for the heads
    of blue collar gents
    for two dollar opinions.
    The fool hollers,
    the wise truly stand taller,
    silent until you call 'em
    out, though the rest won't follow.
    That holler mentality clicks with hollow
    cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
    who shit on with one trick. Cower
    behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
    being offended instead of not giving a fuck.
    ©soliquince

  • soliquince 1w

    What we miss, what we lose pt. 2

    Corrupt lips induct kids
    to believe life comes and goes around lost innocence.
    Far along is the destruction of sense,
    morality traded for common cents.
    Girls fooled by two faced compliments
    cause they were raised to be Daddy's little princess.
    This in turn burns into their heads,
    the nonsense
    that they're perfect
    and need not suffer the consequence.
    Pay off with cash or card,
    with a Daddy complex,
    thinking they're cute and therefore can
    get away with it.
    They're frontal cortex
    has but one thought process,
    "Y'all revolve around me,
    solve me according to my context."
    She as a queen
    proceeds to "leak" non family friendly content,
    getting that bread
    while giving head,
    years later popping out kids
    for welfare checks
    under the pretense our society projects:
    "Money can buy cars and jets,
    broads and Sex-."
    -Education belongs
    for that old concept,
    "listen to your elders."
    But today, conflicts exist
    between sexually pent
    up pricks aiming for the heads
    of blue collar gents
    for two dollar opinions.
    The fool hollers,
    the wise truly stand taller,
    silent until you call 'em
    out, though the rest won't follow.
    That holler mentality clicks with hollow
    cliques; chicks who've never got too much to swallow,
    who shit on with one trick. Cower
    behind an inch thick of makeup. Empowering
    being offended instead of not giving a fuck.
    ©soliquince

  • lunatic_pen 1w

    This one's for you and me, living out our dreams
    We're all right where we should be
    With my arms out wide, I open my eyes
    And now all I wanna see
    Is a sky full of lighters
    A sky full of lighters

    You and I know what it's like to be kicked down
    Forced to fight, but tonight we're alright
    So hold up your light, let it shine... 'cause....

    by: Bruno Mars
    Songwriters: Marshall Mathers / Peter Gene Hernandez / Ari Levine / Luis Edgardo Resto / Philip Martin Ii Lawrence / Philip George Thornton / Ryan D Montgomery / Roy Jr Battle / Isaac P Jones


    #mirakee I'm a bit exhausted today so please allow me to post my comfort zone here and thanks ❣️☺️
    #music #lyrics #love though I #hate it

    M U S I C

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    Define COMFORT in your way...

    ©lunatic_pen

  • shubham_20 1w

    Tu hai meri kiran.....

    Tera baap ka property samaj liya hai

    ©shubham_20

  • leena_afsha_ishrot 1w



    Standing in a corner, I analyse myself
    Where am I heading to?
    Watching you, to grow up
    Tolerating me to break off
    Where do I stand, while you're building the world?
    Do you remember, you said once, nothing matters to you, even my existence, too?
    For you, it is silly to fade away

    Standing in a corner I analyse myself
    Where am I heading to?
    How you let down to ruin the happy bird?
    Silently watching you build rocks
    How you turn me to hate me, to love you to the depth?
    Tolerating me to break off
    Helpless to live with dead monologues

    You are like a fallen leaf in September days
    You are like a zephyr in the Sahara
    Nonetheless, you lose to be king of my heart
    How you turn up from kind to emotionless?
    Whether I give less heed to your small blunders?
    For which, we fail to tie the knot

    Standing in a corner I analyse myself
    Where am I heading to?
    From begging you for showering love to be carefree
    Tolerating your harshness
    Growing from caterpillar to butterfly
    Less cheerful for old days'
    Gratified for making me stronger than I believe I would be
    ©leena_afsha_ishrot

  • devilfish 1w

    Game of Guilt, Loss, Blame, Shame, And Derailed Trains

    The detail of our conversation
    Have been burdened with excess details
    Vain it leaves stains on my day that will not wash away not bleach
    Nevermore will the rain
    Just the same drain
    That eats my voice away
    With dark disdain angst and leaves me deranged
    Estranged
    I have rearranged different parts of my brain
    Not in one scenario do I remain in your clouded space
    This crowded place
    I trace my love with your hate
    I bite the plate and hold my weight
    While you tip the scales your way
    With no wait just haste cut copy and paste
    What I have before it ever reaches my tongue
    Before you even get to taste
    My heart I gave that I self made
    Forgave
    Formed from fiddling fingers
    And you just lay waste to my tender traits
    With a glass plate of freshly made food you have made
    I don't trust it
    The hidden blades in between upbeat charades
    And gaslit fog and deceptive haze
    A maze meant to grate through my empathy
    My dead attempts to relate but you won't initiate a full change
    3 quarters of the way
    While you watch it eat me away
    Pain that is so strange
    Yet familiar
    It lacks a name
    I will it to go away
    It cannot stay
    My hair will turn like ashes to grey
    My hesitancy and mistrust to dashes
    This ego it cuts and it slashes away
    As all we built crashes
    What happened?
    Our interactions lack weight they're strained
    By restraint
    Complaint and a vertigo that I feel faint
    My heart it clenches it's thirst is not quenched
    I put out my hands in humble humility
    But you leave nothing to be drank
    Please just let us break
    Please don't fake it
    Because the time it will take fate to drape it's cape over my eyes I can't continue to wade
    I'm made of water and yet even this consistency I can no longer wade
    I'll fall to the sea floor as all my feeling will fade
    My flaws are the one's outside of myself I forgave
    But cannot bear to treat others the same way
    Because I feel their pain
    I bleed too
    I need to explain
    My knees ache
    And my soul it needs to be alive
    To revive not relive and relay through war
    And all that ruins the day
    In a tone that crescendos then to a crescent
    It wanes waxes and pulls my being
    Into waves
    I won't participate in a dark crate
    I need your promise that you gave
    ©devilfish

  • shubham_20 2w

    Pehla nasha Pehla kuna
    Naya pyaar hai naya pariksha
    ©shubham_20

  • shubham_20 2w

    Dil Toh Bachcha Hai 

    Certificate mil gaaya prove karne ke liye

    ©shubham_20

  • shubham_20 2w

    Toh palat.....

    Dikhane kya chahate ho bhai siddha siddha bol

    ©shubham_20

  • shubham_20 2w

    Bebo main bebo, dil mera le lo

    Koi scheme samaj liya hai(Buy one get one free)


    ©shubham_20

  • dinushka 77w

    She will be loved

    I don't mind spending everyday
    out on your corner in the pouring rain