#mypoem

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  • bananidaschowdhury3_9 18h

    faiR winGs . . .
    fRee wiLLs !!!


    In that wide open crust
    there's all the where
    just those fences
    dividing the humanity,
    loosing all the sanity
    for morality and ethics

    Sheer tyranny of shackles
    superimposing
    the roots of liberalism

    The overhype of
    pseudo realism
    blowing in the air
    dispersing
    those manipulative chips
    within the psyche
    of beingness,
    constraining
    the very inner domain,
    paralyzing
    the voluntary senses
    and
    activating
    those recessive genes
    of involuntary servitude

    This hosting of
    parasitic webs
    often thus
    ignorantly creates
    a self-restraint cage
    impairing
    the conscience
    to enslave
    the fair and free
    wings of will !

    ©bananidaschowdhury3_9

  • mimzchishi 3d

    The Heart's cry

    Those inaudible voices that rambled through her,
    Nobody else hears it but her. She wonders;
    If at all, there is any, any who can hear her.
    Her deplorable cries.

    Those vicious noises, gradually trampled her entirely,
    Her already shredded soul.
    Consequently, converting her heart, from an enticing –
    To a treacherous one.

    This Damsel in Distress longs to embrace an exquisite love,
    As she stays Forlorn. Wondering:
    If at all, there is any, any who can bring back
    Her fatigue heart alive.
    @chishiSwu

  • nothingleftsoiwrite 1w

    Glued to You

    Too easily attached
    Hoping for the most
    When I know for a fact
    I need to let go
    I have to act fast
    Before I'm too low
    From where I can't come back
    But I am far too slow

    I'm not exaggerating this infatuation,
    got me exasperating over my lack of patience with myself,
    I'm just a sad creation, an empty book on a shelf

    ©nothingleftsoiwrite

  • myasir99 3w

    Nazam

    Shab - e - Ghum
    Main kab se yeh shab -e - Ghum likh raha hoon shab - e - Ghum ke naam main apnay yeh num likh raha hoon

    apnay fasanay main Ghumoo ki daastan likh raha hoon dum ba dum har saas ke saath yeh shab likh raha hoon

    apnao se gairo ki bat kar raha hoon yakeen khud pe aur bharosa dushmano per kar raha hoon kabhi shab ko dakh raha hoon kabhi khud ko Dakh raha hoon kabhi shab ko Dakh ta hoon main apnay sawalo ka jawaab chand se

    pouch raha hoon sitaray bhi hai ra hain mujh pe apni aabiti iss shab main likh raha hoon main shab e Ghum likh raha hoon
    ©myasir99

  • snehajacob 3w

    Redefine

    Let go of things that doesn't define you.

    ©snehajacob

  • tingesofhysteria 4w

    // nights of a rememberer //

    At night my dreamless slumbers converge with the dialogues that were unsaid back then
    sitting in the secrecy of cavernous and unbidden opinions hurled at my nude body by someone anonymous --
    Well, I have their names memorized but memorizing what I want to scratch off the wall of my room is just me
    Back then when people tickled my cheeks like the tail of a cat with spikes for hair.
    Like the girl who asked me to man-up cuz I was too feminine ,
    as if femininity was a sin .
    If it really is , do wear it like a custom-made dress to enjoy your apocalyptic reign in hell
    Like the boy my age who told me no one my age respected me and succeeded in antagonizing me before everyone
    Like the traditionalist , i-dont-like-boys-mingling-with-girls
    principal who questioned my character and humiliated me for who I was ,
    as if the mirrors didn't do it everyday
    Like the class that made heaven and hell bridgeable

    And it's really crazy to think how 2 years back I still kept thinking about what my life could have been had I taken the road I so ardently avoided and how this time in the year I'm regretting the same .

    It's like these nights are frozen like the truth that burns .
    #poetry#poetsofmerakee#mypoem#love#hate#ineedyou#poetrycommunity #writersofmerakee#poemsporn#writerscommunity

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    ©tingesofhysteria

  • tingesofhysteria 4w

    // driving to my hometown in a queer sultry summer //

    I still remember last year around this time I was leaving my hometown to a city far bigger that tasted like hope of new beginnings ,
    where I believed the edifices would dwarf my grief --
    a city where clouds composed and hummed lullabies for its inhabitants to sleep , lullabies that had no hoaxes .

    It was a queer ,sultry summer .
    It is a queer sultry summer and I'm returning home that I left last year like a scent flees after years of lingering ,
    In the same car , driven by the same tan brown boy , beneath the same sky sitting in the secrecy of the same crestfallen evening .
    I'm returning to my hometown carrying the rotten vestiges of that hope , that gleamed brighter than the bona fide blood moon last year , in my pocket--
    that hope is dead like my will now .

    I'm returning to the town that I broke up with hundreds of times only to make up with again then broke up again ,
    knowing we're like a flame and a candle : one can't survive without the other...
    inseparable like ancient oceans and its timeless repose .
    Like the estranged lovers walking side by side, our stars not aligning .

    Sometimes I feel like I'm north and everyone else is south , like this city that smells like me .
    But we don't repel.
    In lieu of repelling , we are stuck between repulsion and attraction .

    Eternal shadows of the afterglow loom through the pane -
    there's a tint of red to the sky that carry the stench of a love I so like to pretend I'm over ,
    it reminds me of promises that were broken like a heart destined to break .

    I'm being driven to my hometown,
    the warmest cottage I've ever known where tiny sparks fly like confetti ,
    where even sparks can set you afire or freeze you
    , where hell and heaven are conjoined twins.

    #poetry#poetsofmerakee#mypoem#love#hate#ineedyou#poetrycommunity #writersofmerakee#poemsporn#writerscommunity

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    ©tingesofhysteria

  • layadev 4w

    Girl

    "she is my girl"
    I long to hear this, but nobody says.
    Other than my parents
    Often helplessly and sympathetically.

    Infront of the mirror
    I recollect all the episodes
    Which turn viral in the concept of faliures,
    Insults, discrimination, and abuse.

    Everyday I fall asleep hugging my tears
    Realising there is nobody with me,
    And nobody wants to be mine,
    Am with my Loneliness.

    Still ...I hold a dream
    And keep telling myself"you have to be there"
    I dream of that special day
    The day on the Red carpet, when I will be in my long gown.

    Infront of millions, with photography and autography
    Cheering up my name from last row to first.

    I see a card held up from the crowd
    With glittering words"proud of you our girl"
    A smile shines on my face.

    ©layadev

  • skyrus 6w

    Summer

    Shine upon me,
    Bring me glory,
    Shed me the light,
    Show me the true strength of you,
    oh Sun,
    Illuminate this Summer,
    Into our lives...

    ©skyrus

  • skyrus 6w

    What an End.

    The End that is Desired,
    The End that is Rejoiced,
    The End that is Celebrated,
    The End that is Glorious,
    The End that is Unnoticed,
    The End that is Unspoken,
    The End that is Bitter Sweet,
    The End that is worthy of saying "What an End"

    ©skyrus

  • skyrus 6w

    EMBRACE

    My life is like a draught,
    That hasn't seen a Rain,
    Don't give me hope,
    Cause I'm worthy of this pain.
    So let me be...

    ©skyrus

  • anu420 6w

    मंज़िल की राह ।

    मंज़िल की राह में इतना खो से गये तेरे पीछे चलते चकते कही खुद से ही दूर हो गए ।
    अब सब ठीक है खुद की बेचैनी खुद की परेशानी का सवाल मेरे पास ही था , अब कोई शिकवा शिकायत नहीं ।
    आराम से जिंदगी गुजर रही है हमारी , अभी तो अपनी पहचान हुई है ।
    जहां हमें कल का पता नहीं था वही आज और हमारा कल हमें साफ दिख रहा है ।
    कुछ चीजें होती ही सही है , कुछ चीजो से खुद का और अपनों का पता चलता है।
    आज तुम नहीं हो साथ , पर इससे अच्छा सबक मिला हमें जिंदगी का ।
    कि ऐसे ही किसी पर भी भरोसा मत कर लिया करो , कुछ तो खुद के लिए भी बचा कर रखा करो ।
    हम नाराज थे पहले पर अब नहीं रूठना मनाना हमने कब का छोड़ दिया , खुद को समझाना हमने कब का छोड़ दिया ।
    पहले हम छलावे में थे , अब जाकर आंखें खुली हमारी ।
    अब चाहे कोई इसे हमारी जिंदगी से जोड़ कर देखें या जिंदगी से हटाकर देखें अब कोई फर्क नहीं पड़ता ।
    ©anu420

  • myasir99 6w

    Ankahi ✨

    yak tarfa batain hain kaheein jo mujhe tum se
    keh ni hain sab he lakin ek tarfa sa zikar hai hamari dastaan na janay kaysi hai yeh ankahi
    ©myasir99

  • myasir99 7w

    A poem named
    ( You And Me )

    Written by me


    Cold night's warmed vibes starry sky shine's like divine rine we walk along together but we are all alone under the same sky.
    ©myasir99

  • hota_sia 7w

    Immature Love

    Remembering you.
    And the memories we had
    will stay with me forever.
    The unending pain that I tolerate
    will stay with me forever.
    Until I start with 'The late’,
    until I get down as my faith,
    until my heart stops to regret.

    I still go through the past diaries
    when your smile would capture my eyes
    that would kiss my young tiny heart
    and I felt alive in precise.
    I still remember your glittery eyes
    where I felt lost after seeing it
    that would praise my young soul
    to dive into the love you made it.
    I still remember those love-making days
    and those frozen legs of mine after your gaze.
    How can I forget that innocent face
    and all,that was a part of this phase?

    Haven't we gone so far from our childish past
    to our awaiting future, apparently vast?
    Haven't we been creating way for the ahead?
    Gone have the days,for that we both scared.
    ©hota_sia

  • lustaciferan 8w

    Cruel captivity

    When you say we are family,
    And I put my trust and faith and belief ,
    In this kinfolk, merely a tyranny,
    Be it late, but now is time of relief ,
    When I acknowledge this despotism
    Of four, in which I happen to be last.
    Escape I will with determination,
    And leave the four behind forever with haste .
    With red blood in my eyes,
    Which were once tears
    I plan to gash with aloof good byes,
    As you all forbye maltreated me with no fear
    Henceforth my soul shall become free,
    Of the desecration and dominion
    Of cruel family of thee
    And fly, as for the world, sky puts no limitations.
    ©lustaciferan

  • myasir99 8w

    A Poem named leaf In The Wind


    So those old come backs and good bey's will never heal me again ever after I'm like a fallen leaf of autumn I'm surfed on winds i travelled the seven seas all alone i slept in winter night's i stayed in smokey evening's of september I'm nothing just a
    fallen leaf in the wind✨
    ©myasir99

  • pour_it_out_as_poem 9w

    My Poem

    The poems I write for him are feelings to me
    And
    Just a collection of words for him


    ©pour_it_out_as_poem

  • jenny_sherni_nk 9w

    चाय सा इश्क़❣️

    मेरी सुबह के चाय से इश्क़ सा हो आप
    मेरी चाय के हर कसक का नशा हो आप
    मेरी सुबह होती सुरु एक आप से ही तो है
    और मेरी रात आपको एक दफा देख लेने से
    उफ्फ क्या गहरी है मेरी सुबह का मीठा इश्क़
    जैसे चीनी घुल जाती इश्क़ में वैसे में आपमें
    खुली फ़िज़ाओं में शहर करना एक ख़्वाब मेरा
    मेरे दिल की रफ्तार भी देखो क्या खूब बढ़ गई
    आ जाओ मेरे इतने करीब आप किसब भूल जाऊं
    में आप में आप मुझमें खो जाओ सब कुछ भुलाकर
    ©jenny_sherni_nk

  • hota_sia 10w

    Lost in the sky

    Back to those lockdown days,
    We all remained tied up with studies,
    Whole year long were far away from buddies.
    We all were tied up inside our home.
    Online classes with teachers,exams with chrome.
    Overall we cheated everyone who trusted us a lot.
    And time did teach us and we were also caught.

    But did we not loose
    some of the best days with our mates?
    Chirping inside one room at high rates,
    Bursting hearts for the teacher's pets,
    Backbenchers,always ready to give their best,
    And yes!
    How can we forget those lovesick cats?

    Yes,we didn't enjoy much
    the last year of our school,
    Were forced to stay within the rule.
    But,
    Now that we're leaving we'll say
    We'll miss those days,
    We wish we remember after a gaze,
    We'll miss those teachers
    who were an important part of this phase.
    Can never forget those chirping birds,
    Will also remember those nerds,
    Drama queens were always in a herd,
    Bullies who were all absurd.

    Isn't the clock in a hustle?
    And I feel I am in a constant tussle.
    It shut down all my musings,
    "Those days"it needs now to shrink
    from my mind,from my soul.
    I have to be straight forward for my future,
    After all,this year has already got ruptured.
    I have to fly high,get lost in the sky.
    And see my strength,I still don't cry
    to say everyone among us,Bubyee...
    ©hota_sia