#storytelling

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  • poetrani 2d

    Broken yet beautiful

    People ask me why I love sunsets
    As they mean everything has an end,
    But it tells that whatever happens all day ,
    A beautiful end can help it mend.

    I love how the lonely clouds
    strand in the sky, distorted,
    And I realise that's the most
    glorious thing I spotted.

    It is beautiful as the weeping cloud pour
    the raindrops, quite delicate to embrace ,
    Yet broken but still adds to
    the nature, it's grace !

    Broken doesn't mean it is the end ,
    If it's for things or people,
    As they're still left with the pieces,
    Though broken, much more beautiful!
    ©poetrani

  • myasir99 4d

    Ankahi Batain#7

    Ek raaz ki jaysy hotin hain batain kuch zubaan pe aa ke khol jatin hain aur kuch dil lo main dafaan hoja ti hain

    kuch demagh ko kashmakash main bhi rakh tin hain yeh batain hotin hain jin
    ko hum ankahi batian kehtay hain pyar

    mohobbat darr saza sab main sab ki yeh dastaan hoti hain yeh ankahi batain hoti hain jo hoke bhi na honay ke barabar hotin hain
    Ankahi Batain#7
    ©myasir99

  • ajaygupta 1w

    Nadani

    Nadani ki umer thi
    Pehli nazar ka pyar
    Dekhta tha usse ek baar
    Pyaar usse ho jata tha baar baar
    Ki aksar Khali bench par Kiya karta tha uska intezar
    Masumiyat ki dehliz par pehla kadam tha
    Usko bhi mujhse pyaar tha
    Mera bharam tha
    Bhage bhage firta uske piche
    Dekhne ko uska ata- pata
    Sayad usi ke pyaar me hua tha Mai gumshuda
    Koshish karta baat karne ki usse
    Har baar nakaam reh jata tha
    Jis din akeli dikhi bench par wo
    Mai muskurata tha

    Dekho aisa hai
    Masumiyat me hua pyaar bahot khaas hota hai...kyuki pehla pehla wo ehsaas hota hai

    dhundhti thi Meri nigahe sirf usko
    Apna samjh baitha tha Mai jisko
    Tha dekhta Mai khwaab uske mere
    Ki kab lege hum saath phere

    Dekho Milan hai to judaai bhi hai..par mere pyaar me sirf judaai hi judaai hai...

    Exam ka daur khatm hua
    Dosto ne ek dusre se alvida liya
    Aur usne bhi..
    Ki taras gayi thi aankhe dhundhate hue usse
    Par aankho ko uska manzar na mila
    hum bhi bolte reh Gaye
    Kismat me Jo tha nahi
    Humko na Mila
    Ki Dil bhulane laga tha ehsaas uska
    Dheere dheere
    Ki Mai chalne laga tha Bina khwab ke dheere dheere

    Kehte hai na kismat ...kismat kabhi bhi kuch bhi dikha sakti hai...

    Purane galiyo me ussa koi dikha
    Maine bhi Kiya uska picha
    Aas jagi Dil me pyaar pane ki
    Khwabo ko wapas Zindagi me lane ki..
    Ki daud thi Meri uss Tak pahuchne ki..
    Jab pahucha uske pass...
    Dekha pakda hai usne kisi aur ka haath...
    Kadame badha rahi thi wo kisi aur ke saath..
    Ki nadani bhare pyaar ne aakhiri saas li
    Wo chalti rahi ...na Maine usse awaz di
    Nadani us waqt haqiqat se rubru hui

    Kar lo pyaar ka izhar
    Kahi der na ho jaye
    tumhare kehte kehte
    Kisi aur ki na wo hojaye
    ©ajaygupta

  • myasir99 1w

    Ankahi Batain
    the sixth quote


    Kuch batain aasie hotain hain
    Jo sun ke bhi un suni ho jatin hain


    aur kuch batain hotin hain aasie jo
    bin bolay bhi sab kuch batla jatin hain

    yeh he tho pahare hota hai
    ankahi baton ka jo dil se boli jatain hain aur


    nazro se parhli jati hain goop chup si kahaniyon main chupi hui hai yeh Ankahi

    Ankahi batain #6
    ©myasir99

  • priyanshusinha 2w

    ये शाम थोड़ी अलग हुई
    चांद के ज़रिए एक तारे की तारीफ हुई
    प्यार तो होना ही था
    सारे ग्रहों के संग उस आकाश जी साजिस थी
    कहूँ क्या आखिर मैं
    प्यार था
    ना जाने कैसे हुआ।

    उसकी शैतानियों से परेशान रहता
    वो खुद में मस्त मौजी थी
    मेरी एक नहीं सुनती
    इतनी वी नटखट है
    वैसे तो 20 की वो कुवारी थी
    पर संग मेरे एक बच्ची है
    मैं खुद एक बच्चा से
    उसके लिए जवान हुआ
    उस पतंग सी उड़ने वाली के लिए
    मैं मांझे की डोर बना
    संग रहे दोनो हमेसा
    ऐसा दिल मे ठान लिया
    कश्ती हमारी संग तैरेगी हमेसा
    खबर सबको ये कर डाला
    सब ये पूछते हमेसा
    जवाब एक ही मिला
    प्यार था
    ना जाने कैसे हुआ।

    शुरुआत थोड़ी अलग हुई
    मेरे से वो थोड़ा नाराज़ हुई
    मेरी बेशर्मी से पसंद नही
    तो उसे भी खुद से बेशर्म बनाया
    उसे मेरी कुछ हरकत पसंद नहीं
    उसकी उनकी ही लत लगाया
    प्यार की शुरुआत कुछ ऐसी हुई
    मैं शक्त धूप सा
    वो गीली मिट्टी सी मेरे ताप में बदल गयी
    मैं भी तो था शक्त लौंडा
    जो उसके लिए पिघल गया
    आज दिन कुछ खास हैं
    हमारी कहानी का आरंभ हुआ
    किस्से तो हैं बहत से
    पर समय का अंत अभी हुआ।

    #priyanshusinha #priyanshuwrites #poem #love #storytelling

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    प्यार था

    ना जाने कैसे हुआ।
    ©priyanshusinha

  • wolfspoetry 3w

    In a past life
    I witnessed her once.

    It was only a breif glance
    As she closed my door behind her

    A few lives later
    I haven't forgotten her since.

    But only because I knew
    She was God

    ...

    ©wolfspoetry

  • vy_thoughts 7w

    नींद आई आंखे मेरी सोई नहीं,

    मैं समझता रहा सबको पर
    रातों ने मुझे बताया की मेरा कोई नहीं,

    खमोश देख मुझे सब रहे खामोश,

    बस "मां " बोली
    क्यों? कमजोर समझता है
    तु खुद को और अपनी कोशिशों को

    तु जिंदा है अभी,

    दिल पर हाथ रख कर देख
    तेरी धड़कने अभी खोई नहीं

    अगर इस दुनिया में तेरा कोई नहीं
    तो बेटा तेरी तरह भी इस दुनिया में कोई नहीं...!
    By -VY "RaMa"
    ©vy_thoughts

  • czarcasm 7w

    Imagination

    Some things so simple yet so complex can change your mind and heart as if placing a vex

    Emotions if one then many too many to count too many to envy

    Hurtful although can be exciting too it

    All just depends on what you've been through

    My self I'm sure I've experienced every emotion my moods so complex they rock like the ocean

    A bundled little mess as some would say

    But everyone can't help but want to stay

    You have storytelling in your blood

    Everyone says yet sometimes I feel

    As if I'm just rolling in the mud

    Like a pig wanting a meal

    Tell us about a past you've not had

    Well if you really want one that bad

    A man that once stood at twenty three or twenty four

    Calmly stretched and walked out his door

    Blonde haired and blue eyed he stood about ye high

    Watching the blue green water as it drifted on by

    'A beautiful day to take in the sights'

    He said with a smile, a yawn he did fight

    It was the green in the grass that free his attention

    To the ground under his treading feet

    Tiny balls of water suspended in time looking almost like clear crystal

    The dew of the night that surely would fade as he walked on down a path

    To check on his garden of beautiful red poppies

    Whose colors were bright in bloom

    The shadows of the cloud darkened the saturation of color and he bent down to smell his tulips

    Yellow and white they were just a sight there standing against the blood spilled by the red of the poppies

    The brown of the tree was the background to an old swing where his mom had sat

    Sewing his mittens while she watched the birds play in the pond beside the meadow

    A meadow of a silver gold waving in the breeze

    Was all that was left of the fields of wheat that his neighbor had left to seed

    But nestled in amongst the gold there is a girl out there dancing

    Calling out to the thunder gods to quench her thirst for rain

    Caramel skin and eyes that could sin her hair bouncing in the careless wind

    She is my love my future my everlasting heart

    And I can't wait to start the life with her
    ©czarcasm

  • vy_thoughts 7w

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    कयामत को उसने
    मेरे मत से लिखा होता,

    फिर
    मैं भी सड़कों पर ना रहता
    अगर मेरा घर ना बिका होता,

    होते मेरे पास भी ख़्वाब

    अगर पैसा होता

    तो शायद
    ना मै
    ना मेरा ख़्वाब
    ना मेरा प्यार
    ना मेरा परिवार मिटा होता,

    काश
    बिना पैसों के इस दुनिया में
    सबको हक मिला होता...!
    by -VY "RaMa"








    ©vy_thoughts

  • dumi005 8w

    After A Bad Day

    It is okay to let your weary shoulders drop as you
    trudge back home feeling utterly down. We aren't
    suppose to be invincible, We aren't gods. We are
    mere humans who is to feel all emotions around.
    Don't worry, it is okay to be not okay sometimes.

    -Dumi| @Pagesfromadiary

  • ajaygupta 10w

    Ektarfa

    Chaar panno ke kitaab me kitni kahaniya hai
    Do logo ke bich ki manmaniya hai
    Pyaar ki baate chal rahi hai na
    To kuch pareshaniya hai
    Kisi ko bol Kar khoye hai
    Kisi ko chup reh Kar
    Band tha sayad Dil ka darwaza unka
    Thak Gaye hum kundi thok thok Kar
    Kehte hai alfazo me bahot takat hoti hai
    Chahiye tha koi aisa
    Jo sun sake khamosi
    Baat karne ke liye to umer bahot thi
    Badnaam na hua to wo ishq kaisa
    Pyaar kiya tha humne usse aisa
    Raj ne kiya tha simran se DDJL jaisa
    Jishmo ke daur me ruhani mohhbat thi
    Mai to naya tha
    Duvare pe uske aashiquo ki bheed lagi thi
    Dekho ye haath kaatna , Zeher Khana ab hamare bas ki to thi nahi .
    To humne wo kiya Jo hamare bas me tha
    Mohhbat wo bhi beinteha...iktarfa mohhbat
    Maut se jyada taklif
    Aankho ke saamne pyaar me khanzar
    Aur tum chup chap rehte ho uski baate sun Kar
    Mohhbat hai na wo bhi ek tarafa
    Waise bhi hamare pyaare SRK ne kaha hi tha
    "ek tarafa pyaar ki takat hi kuch aur hoti hai"
    Wo ye batana bhul Gaye ki
    Ek tarfa pyaar me akele hi jalna padta hai,
    Jo hame pata hai
    Aur Jo hum maanna nahi chahte
    Usse ladna padta hai
    Khud ko taklif de Kar
    Uske liye karna padta hai
    Dekho bhaiya aisa hai
    Sab khush hai ....sab ke sab apni Zindagi me
    Bas tum khush nahi ho...kyuki tumhe to pyaar hua hai wo bhi ek tarfa
    Na usse bataoge aur na chupa paoge
    ©ajaygupta

  • madinah_writes 11w

    If independence is achieved on a platter of gold,
    The institution of colonialism will remain forever it strong and old.

    Yet, we dream and follow promises complain their fake-interests.
    Everybody was creating the blames,
    Nobody was fixing the problems.

    Long Ago,
    In the African World.
    The old father's the young immediately after sunsets.
    When it was time for storytelling.
    Our folklores, Alo ati Orin ibile.
    Time for entertainment and moral lesson.
    When was the normal in the black society.

    Grandma tell me this!
    Grandma tell me that!
    Grandma tell me why the tortoise have a rough, shelly back?
    Why is the dog a hunter's pet?
    And why is lion the king of the jungle?
    That was so much fun,
    The children would gather under the gaint mango tree.
    Singing historical and cultural songs.
    Alo o! Aloooo!!
    Follows another set of mind blowing riddles.
    Flashing their smiles, showing off their expensive dimples.

    The children would rack their minds to answer grandma's questions.
    Brain cracking, riddle follows.
    Then, as I heard.
    Children would laugh to Grandma's stories and ask brainstorming questions.
    With words of wisdom where everyone could think by themselves.
    So I was told...

    And now, I'm growing.
    To what our life and living has become;
    Like a bird's empty nest, that was once filled with life.
    Now, I stare at the African life of nothingness.
    What I see is failed promises and bloodshed.
    Bokoharam, Herdsmen attack, EndSARS now!
    A dark, starless world in silence.
    As the youth of today cry and seek for the best.
    Hoping for a future that like a fairytale, might never come.

    When the best is traded for selflessness.
    What are we doing?
    Where are we going?
    Who is our tomorrow?
    When today is full of sorrow.
    Are we getting wiser?
    When all we depend on is Google and the internet?
    Fake news, swimming in the air like flies in dirt.
    Are we even blessed?
    When we await betterment from our so called leaders.
    Would there ever be a change or are all these sufferings are permanent?
    Year after year, we await to fill another hungry lion.
    Or have we forsaken the gods of the land?
    Which is which? I need to know.
    What is next, we need to think.
    Why is our tomorrow,
    Laying at the end of the brink?

    War of independence,
    Seen through it's eyes.
    That sees no transformation,
    All in the name of change.
    They change for the post of power that never satisfies them.
    The war of independence is war of death!

    Lasted with several years with thousand souls, dead.
    Dusted and forgotten.
    Women and children,
    Expecting genuine freedom from colonial rule!
    The independence they promised was not real, ungranted.
    Everyone was hungry to sit by the side of the power pot!

    The rich were getting richer and the poor, poorer.
    We were made as a stepping stones for the colonial masters. 
    Those days and still now.
    Independence turned out to be opposite,
    Corruption and injustice.

    © Madinah_Writes


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    A Struggle For Justice.

    ©madinah_writes

  • roadside_writer 11w

    Gravity

    Ruby: Don't you feel my weight?

    Zayn : What do you mean?

    Ruby : the way you are carrying me in your arms I feel weightless. It seems gravity isn't acting on me.

    Zayn: hmm (he drops her on the floor) how about now?

    Zayn laughs out loud.

    Ruby: not funny, alright. Got my back hurt.

    Zayn : let me make you feel weightless again.

    Zayn carries Ruby back in his arms.
    ©roadside_writer

  • roadside_writer 11w

    I'll Make it upto you

    Zayn came late at night on his birthday. His surprise party was over without him. He was surprised to see the decoration and leftover cake and food. He recalled that Ruby had asked him to come home early today, she didn't mention why though, obviously because he wanted to surprise him. But unfortunately she got the surprise, he didn't show up. She has invited all his cousins and close relatives.
    Ruby had slept already, he knew because his mother opened the door when he came. Or may be she was just mad at him and didn't want to see him. He just hoped he could gather all the courage to face her in the morning.

    #Next morning#

    Ruby got out of the washroom. Zayn sat up in the bed.

    Zayn: I am sorry...

    Ruby : it's okay.

    Zayn: I was with my friends partying last night. We had a last minute plan and I forgot to call you.

    Ruby: hmm

    Ruby grabed her lip gloss, looked at the lips of her reflection in the mirror.

    Zayn : Are you mad at me?

    Ruby : no (She pressed the lip gloss against her lips and slid all over it. )

    Zayn: You are, aren't you?

    Ruby : No. You ditched me many times before so I am not surprised, hence not mad at you. (she closed the lid of lip gloss)

    Zayn: Ruby. I didn't mean to, I mean. I should have showed up but then I didn't know you are throwing a surprise party so how could I...

    (Zayn walked out of the bed)

    Ruby: Because It was supposed to be a surprise. but it turned out to be a surprise for everyone but you. See I wasn't expecting you to show up I was just hoping you do. (Ruby removed covers and sheets and dusted off pillows)

    Zayn: I can make it up-to you. It's never too late to celebrate birthday, you know. We can go out.

    Ruby: Stop bugging me Zayn. I already told you I am not mad.

    Zayn: Then why are you doing everything so quickly as if you wanna get out of this room as soon as possible?

    Ruby : I am doing everything quickly because I am in hurry.

    Zayn: Why? Are you going somewhere?

    Ruby: Yes

    Zayn : Where?

    Ruby : My parents' house.

    Zayn: Because you are mad at me?

    Ruby: No, because I want to see my parents.

    Zayn: Why today?

    Ruby: it's not a last minute plan. I had planned it on last weekend.

    Zayn : You didn't tell me.

    Ruby : I must have forgotten.

    Zayn : Why?

    Ruby : What's that question? I forgot to tell you, I am sorry, okay. Now, stop bugging me, it's annoying.

    Zayn: You seriously leaving?

    Ruby : Yeah, I have a train to catch in a couple of hours.

    #At the Railway Station. In the city where Ruby's parents live#

    Ruby gets out of the gate of the Railway Station. She saw a familiar face. She was confused but walked up-to her husband anyway. He was standing there with a bunch of red roses and few boxes of her favorite chocolates.

    Ruby : What are you doing here?

    Zayn : Waiting for my wife. She is mad at me I thought I'll make it up to her. Have you seen her?

    Ruby shoots an eyebrow up.

    Zayn: I have taken a few days off, I have decided to spend it with you and your parents.

    Ruby shakes her head in disbelief.

    Zayn: I know I have been a not so nice person to you but now I want to change that. I have decided to learn how to stop being a bad husband.

    Ruby's lips turned involuntarily into a half smile .
    She looked away.

    Zayn: I promise, I'll become a nice life partner but I guess before that I'll get baked by the sun. It's so hot here.

    Ruby giggled and hugged him.
    ©roadside_writer

  • roadside_writer 11w

    Love you

    Ruby: love you bye

    Zayn : who's it?

    Ruby : my best friend.

    Zayn : let me see

    Takes her phone. "Bella" he reads.

    Ruby: You should call and check. I can save a boy's number with a girl's name.

    Zayn stares at Ruby. Ruby takes the phone and hit the call button.

    Bella: Ruby

    Ruby: Hey Bella, sorry it was a mistake. Called accidently.

    Bella: oh okay. Bye love you.

    Ruby : love you too.

    Bella hangs up.

    Ruby: You okay now?

    Zayn: Yeah (stares at Ruby in confusion)

    Ruby: Sorry but this isn't a great start of our marriage. You should have enquired about my character before marriage.

    Ruby leaves the room.

    #At night, on the terrace.#

    Ruby stares at the starry night sky. Zayn walks up to her and hugs her from behind. Ruby jerks and turns around.

    Zayn: What?

    Ruby : Why are you acting like nothing happened? Whole day you acted like nothing happened.

    Zayn : What do you want me to do?

    Ruby: apologize and change your behavior.

    Zayn: I thought you must have forgotten about it by now.

    Ruby: No. I know your aunts don't like me but it's insane to ruin your life by listening to others.

    Zayn: Ruby

    Ruby: I am a good girl. The problem is I know that I am a nice girl and I can't be with someone who can't put their trust in me. I know we haven't known each other before marriage but it's not fair to assume the worst about me.

    Zayn: Ruby

    Ruby: What?

    Zayn: I am sorry. I have realized my mistake. I won't let anyone spoil things between us. I just got driven away with my aunts' whispers but not anymore.

    Zayn hugs Ruby

    Zayn: I promise.

    Ruby hugs back.
    ©roadside_writer

  • roadside_writer 11w

    Surname?

    Receptionist : Name

    Zayn : Mr. Zayn Deewan and Mrs. Ruby Deewan.

    Ruby: it's Ruby Khan.

    Zayn: I get it, it's just second day of our marriage. You forgot you are married.(laughs)

    Ruby : No, I didn't forget I am married neither I forgot my surname.

    Zayn: What do you mean?

    Ruby: Changing anyone's surname after marriage is unislamic. So, I am still Ruby Khan.

  • roadside_writer 11w

    Ruby : No, I won't go with you guys.

    Shaan: Why? We won't mind.

    Ruby: Yeah, may be but I don't wanna bug Zayn.

    Shaan: you're gonna bug him?

    Ruby: No, but you know he is my husband. And even if I don't bug him he is gonna think I am. It happens, right? Like when I sit in my room painting or something, and if someone walks in, I won't be able to focus on painting. I'll feel their eyes are on me even if it isn't true. Besides, I know none of you. You are all his friends what will I do there?

    Shaan: Come on, Zayn. Tell her. We'll have fun.

    Zayn: Ruby, you won't bug me, I know. You can come with us I won't mind.

    Ruby: But, please I don't find it right.

    Zayn: I'll make sure she comes, you guys.

    Ruby : Zay.....un.

    Zayn: Ru-beee.

    #At the hotel. 11 pm#

    Zayn: here are the keys. You go, I'll come.

    Ruby: Where are you going?

    Zayn: To see my friends.

    Ruby : okay.

    #In the hotel room#

    Knock knock

    Ruby: Who's it?

    Kabir: It's me Kabir , Zayn's friend.

    (Ruby opens the door. )

    Ruby: Yes

    Kabir: Where is Zayn?

    Ruby: He has gone to see his friends.

    Kabir: Good thing (smirks)

    (Ruby rolls her eyes and tries to shut the door. Kabir puts his foot between the door and the wall)

    Ruby : Are you mad, what are you doing?

    Kabir: Zayn is not there so I thought I'll give you some company.

    Ruby: I don't need (emotionless Tone)

    Kabir: but I do

    (Kabir push opens the door and steps inside)

    Ruby(shouts) : Get the hell out of here.

    Kabir : Will you please calm down. I don't like drama, alright.

    ( Ruby grabs the tele phone to call room service. Kabir takes hold of it. Ruby slams his head with the vase on the table. Kabir's forehead starts to bleed. Zayn walks in. He is shocked to see Kabir. Zayn calls his other friends and they take Kabir to a hospital )

    #At the hospital #

    (Ruby sits on a wooden bench, with her face buried in her hands)

    Police officer: Are you Ruby?

    Ruby: Yes. Sir I....

    Police: You did a good job. Don't worry about him. He is out of danger now.

    Andy: Aren't you Ruby?

    Ruby: Yeah Andy.

    Andy: everything okay?

    Ruby : No. I broke a guy's forehead.

    Andy: You need some...

    Zayn (interrupts Andy) : Ruby, I am sorry...

    Ruby: Not now Zayn, just leave me alone and do hell with your friends.

    (Ruby gets up and go. She reaches the beach. It's almost midnight. Ruby roams to and fro like an angry lion. She find Andy sitting on a bench on the beach)

    Ruby : What are you doing here? When did you come?

    Andy: I am sitting. I came just after you did.

    Ruby: I asked to be left alone. What the heck are you doing here?

    Andy: See, it's been years that we haven't spoken for some reason that you kept to yourself. But I still care and I can't leave you alone this time of the night here. We are no more friends but I can't help convince my heart to stop caring for you. You get that? Even if you don't, I am not going anywhere.

    (Ruby stands still with teary eyes)
    ©roadside_writer

  • roadside_writer 11w

    Working for an unpaid job sucks. No money comes in, only frustration.
    But you can't leave it because you don't wanna go back to that pit of depression to escape which you joined the job.
    You keep asking for the money like a begger but they act like they owe you anything. Does it even end?
    Huh! What sort of a life is this?
    I wanted to travel and eat but before that I had to fix my mental health.
    Am I doing it? Yes, but I don't think I can hold on for long.
    I wonder what should I do now!


    ©roadside_writer

  • sillysadar 11w

    Buried fears

    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times, they come in to search for their lost courage and bravery. Giggling at first to calm their fears, screaming the second the gust of wind blew by and shut the doors making the abandoned house creek. I see them coming in with a smile only for them to leave not a minute later with tears streaming as they run away far from the house to tell preposterous stories about what happened making the house reek of fear more than ever. One day, Archie, a person who's known to be the son of a wealthy man decided to go and give it a try himself. Giggling like all the kids before, but not cause of fear, but his ego. Thinking this was foolish and silly, the moment the houses creeked as a shadow passed due to the bright moon, he stopped giggling. The further he stepped in the house the further he lost bravery, he stepped into a room where the chair was rocking, the wallpaper was decaying, the windows were breaking like the floors and the ceillng was falling, he gagged at the sight almost falling. He turned to face the chair to see a doll laughing with vague red eyes which sent shivers down his body, but what sent away was the gust of wind blowing making the house creek like before. For he didn't want to be trapped here with this doll, and all these thoughts made him lose the little bravery he had. So he ran back home to tell his father another preposterous story, his father had enough of them so he ordered to destroy the abandoned building once known to be the most luxurious bakery in town now crumbled into rumbles. Being forgotten by fears that buried the whole beauty of what it once was, but that year that building was no more, yet a new building was.
    - Sadar

  • divya_patel 12w

    You decide what you made me. ����_____________________________________________


    P.s. Every time when I write something, what first thing comes in my mind is this. These lines have stuck in my mind this badly that I believe these lines are originally mine. But the possibilities also could be that maybe I've heard or read it somewhere & I'm influenced by it. Maybe these words belong to someone else. And if it does, please let me know. Either I'll give the credit to the rightful writer or I'll take this post down. Thanks in advance :)����
    Although I've also checked for the plagiarism.

    Please feel free to point out at my mistakes so that I could improve & be a better me.��

    Regards,
    ~Divya

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    Love a wrong person, and you'll become a poet.
    Love a right person, and you'll become a poem.


    ©Divya Patel