#missing

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  • whoisyashu 4h

    परे

    तेरे हाथो की मेंहदी का सूरज जले,
    रंग भर आए जैसे ये शाम ढले,
    झरने की झर सी है ठंडक तेरी,
    भीनी बूंदों की छीटों सी मुझको लगे,
    एहसासों की माला पिरोए हुए,
    तेरे ख्वाबों को मैं गुनगुनाता रहूं,
    तेरी आहट को अब भी तरसता रहूं,
    तेरे किस्सों को मन में दोहराता रहूं,
    एक बार मुझे मिल जाए कही,
    वो जमीं आसमां की जहां तू रहे,
    मैन तुझको कही फिर जाने ना दू,
    तेरी बाहों में जी भर के रोता रहूं।।
    ©whoisyashu

  • m_jarani 1d

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  • bevan_babuu 1d

    Khona

    Kai Dino Baad aaj
    mera yah Dil
    Soch ke hi ro diya
    Ki tujhe aisa kya Pana tha
    Jo Khud Ko hi Kho Diya.

    Bebuu
    ©bevan_babuu

  • unknown_9 1d

    ❤️

    મને લઈ જા ને તારી સંગાથ, તારા વિના ગમતું નથી;
    મને આવે છે તારી બહું યાદ, તારા વિના ગમતું નથી...

  • m_jarani 2d

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  • love_was_my_breath 2d

    She

    Farther She Is , Heavier My Burden

    ©love_was_my_breath

  • icarus18 3d

    Silence..

    What about the silence within you?!
    Where you can't seem to think about anything..
    Everything just stops within you..
    You do everything according to your routine, but just don't feel alive like something is missing..
    But you don't know what!!
    ©icarus18

  • bevan_babuu 4d

    Satana

    Kbhi kisi ko etna
    na satao
    Kya pta wo
    tmhe etna chahta ho
    Jitna ek marne wala
    apni zindagi ko chahta h.

    Bebuu
    ©bevan_babuu

  • mrspectacular 5d

    COMPLICATED

    'You there, have you seen the king's sceptre?', the chief of gaurds for the king cried as he went around with flyers of the king's sceptre in his hand. He looked very vexed like it were something very valuable to him that was stolen. Well, it was His Majesty's Sceptre, His Majesty's symbol of office that was missing. It was a kingdom problem and as a royal gaurd, it was definitely a deafening slap across his face.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren has a countenance so gloomy on the issue at hand that he would neither eat nor drink anything. He would not even speak to anyone but just stared up at the fine ceiling embellishments. He wondered how he would recover the stolen sceptre from whoever it was that had stolen it. The sceptre was quite a find, expensive and very precious. Without it, the town of Lugwid could not referred to as a people. All around the town, news filters about the occurrence and everyone is sent into panic mode wondering how they would live without a king. Sir Fidelis was not dead but he was not a king without his sceptre. Sure he had his regalia of a crown and a royal garment but all of that meant nothing without the sceptre. Without the sceptre, it was all just a cloth and crown that anyone could just walk into any supermarket in Lugwid or beyond and purchase cheaply but the sceptre was more precious than gold. This was a situation that had never occured in the history of the town of Lugwid but the palace had become more porous security-wise and flexible, privacy-wise that anyone could enter any part of the place without any special protocol since a number of people had brought petitions claiming that the king was far away from and very inaccessible to the people. Now this happened.
    His majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren could only imagine how stiff he would make the palace immediately he was able to recover his staff of office, there would be six gruelling stages one would need to go through before one could gain access again to him because he believed it is a matter of overfamiliarity that brought this shame upon the royal palace and the entire town of Lugwid.

    There was no reason for anyone within the town to steal the staff of office because he made sure he had implemented enough policies to make sure everyone lived comfortably and without as much as a single want so who could have done this act. Immediately, he commanded the arrest and detention of every foreigner in the town to ascertain which of them is behind the theft. Rounding them off and realizing they were so many, he narrows the list down to those who had accessed the palace which brought the list down to two person. Everyone followed closely the proceedings like their lives depended on it, eager to know who would be squashed by the winepress of the law and served as wine to the throats of its penitentiary for the lesson of his life which he would only be so lucky to live to relay.
    Jonah and Deval were the names of the two foreigners standing trial on the matter after the others had been cleared by the government on having nothing to do with the missing staff of office. If only they could know the truth by looking them in their eyes and recognizing the truly Innocent and the vilely guilty but that was impossible so investigations continued.
    A few of the citizens came up with an accusation against Jonah claiming to have seen him earlier with the staff of office and claimed to have questioned him on why he had committed such an abomination but he defiantly ignored their questions and told them the king was not suitable for kingship and that was the reason he had purposed by the theft of the staff of office to commandeer the town for himself but it was all balderdash. Deval was the real criminal and had planned with the accusers to pin the crime on Jonah for the fact that they had their own personal scores to settle.
    Jonah was innocent of all charges but what prompted Sir Fidelis' suspicion of his being perpetrator of the heinous crime against the state was his silence in the midst of Deval's heated defense being which Sir Fidelis and his committee of investigators took for admission to the crime. Deval's argument seemed to really sway the king and his investigators so much so that without any further investigation, Jonah was sentenced to death by hanging particularly because he would not show the king and his investigators to the place where he had hid the staff of office.

    Within seconds, a section of the king's sentry, in green military combat wears and solid shiny black boots take him up by his arms in theirs and drag him away to the prison to await execution the next day. They had some very hard hands, rugged and stony they would almost crush anyone they held in them. Jonah wept in the pains of their clutches but consoled himself that by his death, his pain would soon be over. He would have been all happy at the putting him out of the misery of the false accusations but the pains of torture filtered into his porous skin for the rest of the day and into the next morning.
    By the next morning, the day of his execution, he is woken up by the whiplash from a soldier gaurd at the prison where he is held. Jerking up his feet, he let out some tears. Looking very weak, he is beaten regardless to pick up the pace to the place of execution pulling behind him his element of execution- a board with nails-he would hoisted up in a parachute and thrown down onto it, killing him instantly or if he were lucky- a few minutes in gruelling pain before giving up the ghost.
    Reconsidering the idea of dropping him unto a board of nails after hoisting him 200 feet above the ground, His Majesty, Sir Fidelis Warren orders that he be pardoned for the crime positing that although the crime is abominable, it should be pardoned or judgement less stifer for something as insignificant as a staff but the people would not have it instead they agitated even more for his execution.
    Sir Fidelis unwilling to pursue any further the proceedings orders that he be kept out of whatever decision they decide to take on the matter seeing that they would not rest until Jonah's blood gushed out from him like a tap for their drinking pleasure.
    Quick to see to Jonah's death, the people rustle up an arena at a tree for his hanging. Each of them would later wonder why exactly they decided to support his death against all opposite indications. Dragging him to the tree, a rope is rung around his neck while mocking him for being so powerless against them at that moment whereas having the guts to have stolen the royal sceptre.
    Finally hung to die on the tree and certified dead, they all leave the venue in the surprising darkness as they could all swear that it was as bright as midday only a few minutes ago but here they were, staring at a darkness they could almost touch. Finding the occurrence very strange, they rush back to their homes to stay away from whatever danger may follow.
    ..Some hours later, he is brought down from the tree by his Majesty's soldiers, someone from amidst the crowd remarked 'Maybe this man was innocent and did not really steal the Sceptre. We probably murdered, in the name of justified execution, the wrong person'.
    Obtaining Jonah's body from the royal house, he was laid to final rest or so they thought. Deval thought to himself that in a little while when the heat of Jonah's death and missing sceptre dies down, he would overthrow the king and rule Lugwid permanently but he had no idea of what lay wait for him ahead.
    Three days after, news reaches Deval that Jonah had been spotted in three different locations at different times but he would not believing it maintaining that he had seen him and confirmed him dead and buried completely but hearing the stories continuously from different quarters of Lugwid, he knew it was something to panic about because he had barely started his tatkeover plan but this would put a spanner in his progress, he imagined.
    His Royal Majesty, Sir Warren would probably hand over the kingdom to Jonah seeing that he was unjustly punished even after telling the truth. The king as expected orders a manhunt for Deval. One Monday morning, Deval is taking a stroll around the town while devising a plan to forestall and foil the enthronement of Jonah as king when he is spotted by some members of the royal sentry. He is chased for a few minutes until he loses them in an alley. Realising the failure of his plan, Deval flees the town seeking asylum wherever he can find it believing that running now would be the best so that one day when the people of Ludwig least expect it, he will strike back and take the throne but as usual, he knows little.

    ©mrspectacular

  • afiba_yankey 5d

    Every time someone says your name my stomach goes hallow.

  • bevan_babuu 5d

    Rista

    Pata nahi
    tujhse bhi aise kya
    rista hai
    Dard koi bhi de
    par yaad sirf
    teri aati hai.

    Bebuu❤❤
    ©bevan_babuu

  • slaughtered_heart 1w

    I missed you and came to know
    you were missing someone else,
    And that broke me into another
    trillion pieces I couldn't get a hold of...

    ©slaughtered_heart

  • the_un_heard 1w

    बवंडर

    जीवन बवंडर सा लगने लगा है मुझे,
    सब धूल धूल है, कुछ साफ़ नहीं

    भाव व्यक्त करना आता है मुझे
    जाने अनजाने सबकी पहचान है, बस एहसास नहीं

    शब्दों के ताने बाने बुनने आते है मुझे
    उत्तर हर प्रश्न का पता है, बस बोल पाता नहीं

    जीवन बवंडर सा लगने लगा है मुझे,
    मानो कोई जेल हो, जिससे निकालना आता नहीं मुझे

    ©--अनन्य

  • manjunath_s_murthy 1w

    Missing

    I sit here in my lonely place
    staring at the dirty ceiling,
    can't stop dreaming of her smiling face
    which gives me a heavenly feeling.
    She looks like a moon,
    so gentle and kind.
    I imagine myself with her soon
    with all my heart, soul and mind.


    ©manjunath_s_murthy

  • m_jarani 1w

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  • bevan_babuu 1w

    Mohabbat

    Tere name se mohabbat ki hai
    Tere ehsas se mohabbat ki hai
    Tu mere pass hai bhi nhi
    Fir bhi teri yaad se mohabbat ki hai.

    S****

    Bebuu❤❤
    ©bevan_babuu

  • titikshaha 1w

    When The World was Ending

    I lay in bed under the December sun. Dust particles dispersed in the sunlight, I spend almost an hour watching them; motionlessly, effortlessly. 9 o’clock, shoot. I have to reach to the day-care in an hour. Today is my last shift. I finally got the apartment in the Upper East Side, among the rich. Moving to NYC always seemed like a dream; big busy city, a young girl pursuing her dream career in midst of a chaos and challenges, falling in love with a man on my way, in the end a happily ever after. It was, at last, just a dream.
    I got up, splashed handful of water on my face and looked into the mirror. 32. I look older than my age. Dark circles, wrinkles and flat lips, god I’m getting old. I rushed to get ready and walked out of my small one-bedroom apartment to catch the bus. With coffee in my one hand, I held the handle in the bus with my other. My eyes lay on a young couple sitting in front of me. It reminded me of me and my husband; we spent our whole day running around town, working together in the neighbourhood restaurant. Life was good before we got married. He wanted to start his own business. A chuckle left my mouth. Own business. He was so excited for it, we had saved all our money, got a bloody insurance, he got the shareholders. It was about to be the biggest accomplishment of our lives. He always dreamt big. Two dumb, very much in love teens dreaming about an impossible life. We never went to college either.
    The bus driver pressed the brakes, I almost fell. Glaring at him, I got out of the bus. 10:30 am. I rushed inside to find Este already with the kids.
    “I’m so sorry” I apologised.
    “Its alright” she smiled. Este, the owner of the day-care, was kind enough to hire me even though I had no qualifications. She had been with me through thick and thin.
    12 pm, I finally managed to get the kids to quiet down and colour in their notebooks. Such a pretty and innocent crowd of little devils. These kids have been my everything from past 8 years. 8 years of my life I spend in this small room, without planning or thinking of tomorrow. Living today was difficult enough for me. 8 years ago he passed away, left me all alone. My parents wanted me to move back, get remarried but my heart never gave in. I quit painting and started coming here. Now in a few days I’ll begin a new chapter of my life. He always told me he wants to see my paintings in an art gallery, I’ll do that. I’ll quit crying, I’ll quit not living my life just for him.
    I sat on my desk watching the kids when little john came up to me showing me how he turned himself into a super hero. I praised him, “Good job John! What’s the superhero’s name?”
    “He’s C-capt Sav-avi-” he stammered.
    “Captain Saviour?” I asked.
    “Yes!! Grr” he shouted and ran to his desk. I watched him show everyone his little painting with so much admiration and excitement, it reminded me of Him. That’s when my phone rang.
    “Hello?” I picked up.
    “oh- oh m- oh my god” Este panicked on the phone.
    “Hello? Este este? What happened? calm down”
    “See the news, Betty” the panic and horror still in her shaking voice. I quickly switched on the tv.
    ‘This is a global emergency; everyone is requested to stay where they are. This is a global emergency’
    “Este what is it?” I got up and looked out of the window. People running in all directions.
    “I-I don’t know. Betty, you are with the kids watch them. Something is happening I don’t think any of their parents will be coming. Lock the doors and be wi-”
    “Hello? Hello?” I shouted, nothing but a static sound could be heard. I started panicking. No network. News channel was static too. I turned on the radio, no luck. Electricity went out. Kids started panicking as well.
    “Miss, what is happening? I’m scared dark” Sofia said holding my hand.
    “Me too” three other children called out.
    “Miss, can we open the curtains?” Brian suggested.
    “Um” I struggled. I need to be strong, the scenario of outside is scary. Okay Betty get it together. “Oh no no, we are going to play a game”
    Almost all of them cheered.
    “I need you all to move your tables, chairs and backpacks to the back to room. got it?”
    “Yes” they all said in unison.
    “Alright I’ll be back in a minute, lets see how quickly everyone does it”
    Everyone rushed to get the furniture. I ran to lock the main gates, I saw the bright white sky turn unusual green. There were no clouds, no sun, or birds. I got back, told everyone to sit in a circle.
    We all sat, holding each others’ hands. I could feel the tears dwelling up in my eyes. Is the world ending? Just like that? I questioned myself. I thought about the kids sitting around me, what about their life? Their future? They just started to learn, observe the world. Will they understand whats happening? Will they ever get to see their parents? I thought about their parents, how helpless they must be in some other corner of the city. Wondering if their kids are alright, at the thought of this I heard a cry.
    I opened my eyes to find Gia crying.
    “Are you alright darling?” I asked. I felt my voice empty. My throat was dry, my heart was throbbing. I felt suffocated.
    “I miss my mom, I’m scared” she said sobbing.
    “Its alright honey, your mom will be here soon”
    “My mom always sing a song when I feel scared”
    “We can do that” I smiled. As the words escaped my mouth, I saw her eyes lit up even in the dark. How innocent and clueless they are.
    “Its called, welcome to won-wo”
    “Wonderland?” little John completed. “I know that song!”
    “Me too!” several children joined.
    “Alright we’ll sing that on count of 3. 1, 2-”
    Everyone started singing together,
    “Welcome to wonderland, we’ve got it all
    Potions and pastries that make you grow tall”
    I felt the hair on back of my neck stand up. For the first time in a while I was praying for a tomorrow. Whatever happens today, at least I wont leave with a heavy heart. I’ll finally be with him. I thought of him, I thought of his annoying habits, his infectious smile, his dad jokes. I missed him.
    I thought of my parents, do they even know what’s happening?
    “Make an appearance and maybe they’ll sing us a song
    Dancing through a dream underneath the stars”
    I opened my eyes and saw everyone singing their little hearts out, eyes closed. Tears shedding from my eyes, what if its a dream after all?
    I closed my eyes, his face appeared. That same wide smile. And the last thing I did was smile.
    ©titikshaha

  • the_un_heard 1w

    अगर!

    अगर वो पूछ लें हम से तुम्हें किस बात का ग़म है
    तो फिर किस बात का ग़म है अगर वो पूछ लें हम से।

    तीव्र बरसते मेघ भी सूखी सुइयों से चुभने लगते है
    जब वो बेहद ख़फ़ा हो जाता हम से।

    मैंने भयंकर तूफान को भी शीतल पवन में बदलते देखा है
    वो जब जब आकर मिला है हम से।

    मैंने अपने पत्थर से दिल को बर्फ सा पिघलते देखा है
    जब भी उसने जाते-जाते 'अपना खयाल रखना' कहा है हम से

    अगर वो पूछ लें हम से तुम्हें किस बात का ग़म है
    तो फिर किस बात का ग़म है अगर वो पूछ लें हम से ।

    ©--अनन्य

  • lakshay1900 1w



    I could look into the whole world
    And still say you're missing in it
    ©lakshay1900

  • bevan_babuu 1w

    Khona

    Maine dusro ko khush karne me
    Apne aap ko kho diya hai
    Ab me apne aapKo
    Dhund raha hu
    Or logo ko khona
    Suru kr dia hai
    Mujhe koi fark nhi pdega
    Kisi ko kho dene se
    Kisi ke liye kitna bhi accha kr le
    Koi kadar nahi karta.

    Bebuu ❤❤
    ©bevan_babuu