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  • pakhi1738 4d

    This piece went through so many changes. I felt like sharing the entire journey of writing this one because it's worth it. If you don't want to read this, you can skip it and directly jump to the poetry part. So here it is. Initially, Medusa, Athena, and some other characters in the first draft were just supposed to be metaphors for the characters of a short dream sequence I had in mind. I started making the initial draft, like gathering bits and pieces that came to my mind about everything I wanted to cover in that sequence. While making these outlines, I just kept thinking about Medusa and what she went through (if you want to know her story, the original story, check my comments in the comment section). Then it occurred to me that not many people from the present generation know about this Greek mythology so I should write about her instead because people should know how cruel and unfair patriarchy can get sometimes. So I deleted the previous outlines and started writing the original story in my words but the fact that Medusa always just got pain and betrayal but never the love she deserved, stopped me. Then a thought striked my mind that she deserves a love story but no one ever thought about that amidst all the monster portrayals she got and I again started it from the scratch with a prince, his kingdom, the queen, Athena, Medusa and some other characters but I got stuck in the end. According to Athena's curse, any man who ever look at her, will get petrified (turned into stone) and I could have worked it out in the story by the prince always keeping his eyes covered with a blind fold or just looking at her reflection in the water but why a man? Why it always has to be a man? That hit me really hard and I just stopped writing for a really long time. I took time to think about it and ended up writing this.

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    Once upon a time,
    There was a princess
    With eyes like the reflection
    Of full moon in the ocean,
    Big and bright.
    Medusa fall for her
    Right in the first sight!
    She used to visit the same oak tree,
    Probably searching for peace,
    Once every week.
    Medusa watched her
    Hiding near the creek.
    Princess sensed her presence,
    And gazed at her reflection
    But never said a word.
    One's reflection never lies,
    Is what they say
    And maybe that's why
    She saw the girl Medusa once was
    And not the monster
    She was forced to become!
    "I'll confront her about my feelings
    The next time she visits", Medusa swore.
    Little did she knew,
    Her heart belonged to Athena,
    The goddess of war!
    Medusa waited and waited
    But she never returned.
    Queen found out
    About her daughter's love
    For their nemesis
    Who destroyed their kingdom
    And banished her
    From the palace, for the betrayal.
    Princess ran to Athena's temple
    And prayed to call her for help.
    She didn't answered,
    Because the affair was just a scam.
    A scam to break the royals,
    To shatter the castle of trust
    They shared
    And to show them
    Where they belonged!
    Princess stayed in the temple
    For nights,
    Helpless and hurt.
    She finally lost hope,
    Wandering around in confusion.
    With blurred vision
    From all the tears,
    She found herself
    Standing by the creek.
    Medusa was waiting for her
    Hiding in the shadows.
    She decided to give her some privacy
    To process her thoughts.
    The princess looked like walking chaos
    In the moment
    But still so simple.
    Same deep, big, shiny eyes,
    Same long golden locks,
    Same innocence dripping
    Down her face.
    Medusa waited for her to calm down
    But lost patience after a while
    'cause she was still searching
    For princess's beautiful smile!
    She couldn't see her despair
    So decided to retrace her steps back
    But stepped on a twig instead
    "You don't always need to hide, you know",
    The princess said wiping her tears.
    "You knew about me this whole time?"
    "I sensed your presence from your shine"
    "My shine?"
    "Your reflection in water, Medusa."
    "You know who I am?", Medusa asked Desperately hiding the snakes on her head.
    "You are still beautiful, inside out.
    I hope you know that"
    Medusa smiled for the first time
    After a really long time.
    With her pale skin,
    Finally gaining different shades of pink
    Her eyes lit up
    As she took a step towards her love
    "I missed this smile"
    "And I, thy eyes"

    -Pakhi✍️



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  • pakhi1738 1w

    I know that I've been writing these little fantasy dream sequences a lot for a while now, but one of these actually led to something really amazing. I am so excited to share that one and it's entire journey with you guys. It's still a work in progress so, you'll have to wait for it. Meanwhile, here's a piece I wrote somewhere in the mid of March but never got a chance to post. Happy reading!

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    Every time I breathe
    My heart catch hold
    Of the ice and pieces you left
    And every moment
    That I spend
    With you
    Feels like a Déjà vu
    I look for you, everywhere,
    When love doesn't feel right
    But you loving me,
    The way I do, is all I want
    People change, I know
    And I see you changing
    Every single day
    But it all still just
    Feels the same
    The same old love
    With the same old faith!
    World!
    Can't it just fly away?
    I want you just for myself
    I want you to live inside me!
    I don't wanna stay
    And I don't wanna leave,
    Oh love!
    I don't wanna stay
    And I don't wanna leave
    I just wanna see
    One last trick
    With magic rolled up your sleeves!
    'cause every time I breathe
    I breathe you in
    For we need
    Something to break this ice
    Between us, that's unseen!
    Words!
    Can't they just fade away
    I want you to read my eyes
    And tell me
    What my heart desires
    Just like before
    I'm living every moment
    You wanted to forget
    All over again
    For it feels like
    A long lost, sweet pain
    And I know,
    When this mirror of dream breaks
    It'll again just leave a stain!
    I don't wanna hide
    If you are by my side
    You kept looking
    For someone to love
    When your love
    Was hiding in the plain sight!
    It is our destiny, is what they say
    But wasn't destiny, what we left behind!

    -Pakhi✍️


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  • reina97 2w

    I don't know if I can hold it up.
    I live between walls of pure chaos.
    An overwhelming mind is depriving of peace.
    I am afraid of being successful, but I argue for success.
    I am afraid that nothing is going to actually happen.
    That I would keep been behind these four walls of fear,
    That I would never achieve my dreams.
    Even if I keep climbing that enormous mountain named life.
    They call this anxiety.
    The feeling of drowning in a seat, smiling when you are just sinking,
    joking when you are just crying inside.
    "Behind those walls, there is a world," They said.
    What world?
    "You would find it if you work hard." They urge with confidence.
    What if I have already burned my soul working.
    I have been working.
    Everyday.
    All those scratches on the walls.
    I tried to climb them.
    I tried to face it.
    I leaned over them just to hear it whisper back at me mockingly.
    "Don't" The walls always began to pound down my ears.
    "You are not good." It keeps repeating.
    "Really? Do you believe you can do that?" I could feel the mischievous tease chartering me into pieces.
    You don't belong there. I repeated to myself.
    Inside these four emotionless walls,
    There are days I forget to get out my umbrella.
    The tip of my nose still lets me breathe over the seasons flooding.
    I let my imagination take the best of me.
    I survived.
    But just for one night, after finding a hole to get all that water out.
    Yet, I don't know when it would rain again.
    "Get out and see the world? Why are you even afraid?" I heard them from the other side.
    "Because you are weak." The wall repeated.
    Yes.
    I am weak.
    I can barely climb the wall without breaking into a million pieces.
    I can never pass the same mark.
    I can barely make a hole.
    Why did I build them in the first place?
    "To stop a loop you couldn't fight." The wall explained as I simply lay on the bed.
    Ah, yes.
    Those scars between my legs, my mind, my heart, my ears, my mouth, and my soul.
    Why would I want to climb out when the world made me feel like this?
    I drow inside, but I submerged into a sea of mediocrity and selflessness if I climbed them.
    "But, I would stay with you?" I heard one of them from the other side.
    Why would they?
    No one cared back then.
    Why would someone care now?
    The world is selfless, and inside the walls, I can't control the heavy rains and the shattering words.
    I survived...?
    Or I am just there.
    Present.
    with no reason.
    Just a form of solid, liquid, and gas that roams.
    Indecisiveness.
    To the real question of how I should survive.
    Between the Walls or the world?

    ©reina97


    #anxiety #deep #expression #sadness #emotions #loop #lost #broke #walls

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  • ritaburns 2w

    New Beginnings

    A new leaf sprouts, a spring of hope arises.
    ©ritaburns

  • akshay_vasu 2w

    Someday, she will build a wall so high that you will not be able to see her face anymore. And that day, you shall regret all the moments you could have had with her.


    - Akshay Vasu

  • pakhi1738 3w

    मासूम सी ज़िन्दगी ये
    ढूंढने एक नया पता चली
    राहों में ख्वाबों की
    एक परछाई सी खड़ी
    शोर से दूर कहीं
    सन्नाटे की एक दुनिया नई
    परछाईयों को इशारे पर नचाती
    एक मायावी
    सहमा सहमा सा बड़ा बचपन
    एक कोना पकड़े खड़ा बचपन
    निगाहें तलाशती एक नन्ही चिड़िया
    ख्वाब थी जो लाने वाली
    आफताब ढला
    चाँद पिंघला
    बंद हुआ सोच का दरवाज़ा
    और कहीं गुम हो गई ताली
    आग लगी कहीं
    राख उड़ी कहीं
    धुँआ बिखरा हर जगह
    लाशें खोजने निकली परछाइयाँ
    कहीं किसी कोने में एक सपना मिला
    लहूलुहान सा जो था पड़ा
    ठोकर मारकर आगे बढ़ी परछाइयाँ
    और गुमशुदा का ठप्पा लगा
    समय बीता, बड़ी हुई गलियाँ
    रातें बीती, सूखी कलियाँ
    सपने तक का रास्ता भूली गलियाँ
    पीछे मुड़कर देखा एक दिन
    परछाई सी थी खड़ी
    कहीं कोने में छिपकर
    नीचे बैठा बचपन मेरा
    शोर के मारे रो रहा
    दिल की धड़कन तेज़ हुई
    आंखों में भी पानी आया
    बीते कल की यादों ने
    जब मन का दरवाज़ा खटखटाया
    पुरानी डायरी खोली
    तो गुमशुदा सपने को
    वहीं मरा पाया!

    -पाखी✍️

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  • pakhi1738 5w

    I saw you
    Dancing and screaming
    "It's her birthday today"
    Standing amongst some hundred people
    Running around, bursting in laughter
    Like a child
    Somewhat like a traveller going wild
    I remember me sitting on the ground
    And watching you with a huge smile on my face
    You grabbed my hand and asked me to dance with you
    But instead, I dragged you away from that crowd 
    I remember lying down on the grass
    And you lying right next to me
    With your fingers entangled into mine,
    Continuously staring at the dark sky
    "I wish there were some more stars up in the sky.
    They look bored up there alone", You said.
    I laughed, and looked at you,
    Completely holding my breath
    Your eyes shining like the deepest hue
    Of aquamarine
    I placed my head on your shoulder
    And we lied there for a while.
    I remember us just walking
    Through the streets of the city
    In the middle of the night
    With you holding my hand
    So tight
    Playing with my hair
    Waiting for me to put up a fight
    I remember things getting blurry
    And time running like a slurry
    I was confused
    And looking around in a hurry
    Looking for as much as
    I could hold onto
    To remember it all
    Before I fall
    I felt your hold loosening up
    And you drifting away
    Into a world
    So mundane
    I heard a whisper
    As you slowly disappeared
    "Please don't wake up"
    "Don't wake up"

    -Pakhi✍️


    P.C.- @azureabyss


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  • seraiah_writes 5w

    Sprint

    You have witnessed 'em all,
    O, walls.
    You have dried my tears,
    O, my bed sheets.
    O, joyful, smiling angels in the painting,
    I know you always saw my silent crying.
    If only...
    If only this heart of mine could break the 'walls,'
    And these feet could run up to you... to
    YOU.
    If only you were my
    House's walls,
    Bed sheets,
    Angels,
    Then my burdened heart, in spite the 'walls,'
    May as well sprint to a compassionate
    Listener
    Like in a reunion between
    A loving father
    And a prodigal son.

    ©seraiah_writes

  • nightsurfer 6w

    Walls

    He built his walls so high
    during his prosperity that
    nobody cared to check on him
    during his penury.


    ©nightsurfer

  • lilacsandroses 8w

    Walls

    It weighs heavy on my heart,
    Glowing diamonds light my sky,
    I see you in the night,
    Eyes filled with lust.

    You don’t know a thing about me,
    Heck you never tried to love me,
    I chose to believe the lies you told me,
    Let down all my walls,
    You broke me down.
    I let you break me down.
    Showed you my world but you broke me down.
    Gave you my heart but you broke me down.


    ©lilacsandroses

  • pakhi1738 8w

    We all lost something growing up. This is a little attempt from my side to write about something I miss from my childhood. Let me know what is it that you used to do once as a kid but you don't anymore just because you grew up.
    P.S.- I miss skating and playing badminton for hours after school.

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    With orange wheels under your tiny feet,
    And white clouds painted all over the blue sky!
    You unfurled your arms to feel the wind!
    Only to lose control and fall down on your knees!
    You got up and holded the bamboo decoration in the ground
    Afraid to fall again, you denied to loosen your hold!
    Hurt, as you were, you sat down to watch other kids
    Swaying around with their wheels
    You observed them closely to learn some techniques
    With eyes closed and continuous chanting
    "You can do this"
    You got up and let go off that support!

    With orange wheels under your tiny feet,
    And white clouds painted all over the blue sky!
    You again unfurled your arms to feel the wind!
    But this time, you took your time,
    Calmed yourself down,
    Bended a little to move forward!
    The wheels rolled and you gained speed
    You stumbled multiple times
    But still felt free!
    That feeling was real
    More real than several other things

    You were happy
    You couldn't stop smiling!
    You would skate multiple times a day
    Almost like an obsession!
    It was just you and your skates after every meal
    You promised yourself to never let go of those wheels!

    Things changed and you weren't 11 anymore!
    With increased study time, skating became a waste of time
    You couldn't afford to do things that you once loved
    Because they were labelled as timepass
    And you didn't had any time to pass!
    Memories of you and your orange wheels,
    All those promises you once made, were now bleak!
    You felt those happy memories drown
    As a sea of books and an ocean of expectations replaced you tiny wheels!

    -Pakhi✍️





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  • pakhi1738 9w

    Sitting in your lap,
    Sandwiched between your arms
    That entire night
    Away from all the chaos,
    Looking at the dark, winter sky
    Covered with stars and moon
    Shining like precious jewels!
    You hugged me tight
    With an unspoken promise
    To never let go!
    I looked up in your eyes
    With a layer of water
    Shining like glass!
    You smiled,
    With an unexpressed apology
    And tightened your hold!
    The sides of our necks entangled
    And as your warm cheeks
    Brushed against my frozen ones
    My soul got a soothing chill!
    I felt your calm breath
    Your heartbeat, almost dying soft
    And mine, crazy high!
    So I tried to match mine with yours,
    To take away as a souvenir!
    As I closed my eyes in your arms,
    Feeling safe and almost about to break
    For just one last time!
    You kissed my forehead
    And said, "see you soon"!
    Yes, a lie!
    A lie,
    Just as shining white as the moon
    And as pure as the moonlight!
    But so were you,
    A lie that I saw
    Every night
    Through the eyes of
    My subconscious self!
    Yet, felt more real than any reality
    Every morning!
    Leaving me with a still crazy beating heart
    And a feeling of being ripped apart
    Into pieces
    But with a smile!

    -Pakhi✍️



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  • amorevalous 11w

    Adoring my heart with you

    I paint the walls of my heart
    With the words you say
    I keep decorating that room of yours
    with crimson love shade
    I hung up the beautiful dreamcatcher,
    right around your favourite spot
    where you sit gazing endlessly, the scenery
    Probably consistently thinking about me

    I prettify your space in my heart
    With abstract art
    Covering up void between us
    Beautiful veil put up
    Separating your presence
    from my existence
    I embellish your thoughts,
    Romantisize your existence
    As my heart pumps blood to my body,
    In every heartbeat.
    ©cherry07

  • schwellenangst 13w

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    **W A L L S O F N E O N***

    A story scores the creativity,
    and I'm gonna review the corporate world of papers, that get the scars just through the inks,
    and the beauty within.

    The story that starts with the travel of prison or bars, if you would like to desonate the beauty to its coreand then the debt-ridden wars,
    the ugliness through the marks that hold the fingers to scream the pain,
    and bleeding bars,
    having the memories or lying on the sharp thorns and barefoot the story from the place,
    from the stagnant dream.

    Stangnant dream when I described through the story, that was the same that beheld all the tricks,
    the tricks I have been living with,
    from the first day of the summer,
    and the next day of the not so same summer.

    Punctuated inbetween the lines,
    and finding the rhymes that your eyes are craving for,
    that was not the childhood story,
    but yeah!!!

    My childhood story has the same that of neon light, within the walls that weeps the blurred staring towards the yellow bright neon and the walls with the beautiful spider carvings and their houses without the roof,

    somehow I told the roof to be mine in that creative mind,
    where that temporary home was all mine and the mud was my playground to hide inside.

    Somehow back to the forgotten stories,

    that was not the story of my young aspiring days,
    where I was enjoying the dreams in the beautiful light, that too neon, but white.

    Growing old and I'm adult,
    still the same neon but rushing to the sunsets,
    having the regional floors,
    unknown heavens,
    and the hells of gardens,
    stopped through the books,
    the forcefully desired that I couldn't read the words flying within the skies,
    turned the pages coz I had to find,
    I would have been the night profile,
    getting the meanings of their ages,
    losted mine in the same cages,
    words were the dead end,
    I participated in the curiosity game of a saint,
    A fake name coz it's not me
    as bright as neon and speaking to find the same meaning,
    the same as my name forcefully,
    I was just me,
    called through the basic lines,
    and then tagged as obsessed of that beam,
    free, free, free and dead, dead, dead and mirage of rising sunset,
    both brewed to be somthing to be sleeping brand.

    stories of being old,
    I'm as old as you,
    neon is sun too,
    I'm acquaintance,
    and neon is the stranger,
    that's my responsible piece to write,
    to make it or not but alive fort,
    but coordinated through the shards,
    broken and alive,
    we both in the skies,


    from the border lines,
    it gets me in the brilliant lies,
    I'm a prisoner,
    and neon is making me believe in the lights,
    who is sun,
    I'm still searching the little crimes.



    //the way you travel to brightest of my eyes,
    I see you through the kindest of device,
    taking the innocence to witness my lines,
    having the smiles of millions of crimes,
    thus taking the sun towards the colour,
    throughout my prisoner heart and in the walls of art,
    where I have been living with this neon of white shards,
    it just speaks the incarcerated words that are dead,
    when I'll be in the sunlight,
    just a numb answer all it cares.//

    ©schwellenangst


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    P.S.:

    //a piece created through the brushed up but the

    faded memories,

    hidden but loaded glories,

    weeping but silent fairies,

    dead but alive berries,

    eaten but leftout of the stories,

    broken but glued up dreams of my unwritten diaries.//

    ©schwellenangst
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    //read or leave.

    smile or be numb.

    add or subtract,

    lemme know what you find through the abstracts,

    it is just the carvings on the rocks,

    it is just the words typed through the time being scared,

    just what some brains have in the forgotten roasts.

    creative but the dampning lines,

    views of skies,

    or the roof underground. //

    ©schwellenangst

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    The way you travel to the brightest of my eyes,
    I see you through the kindest of device,
    taking the innocence to witness my lines,
    having the smiles of millions of crimes,
    hence taking the sun towards the colour,
    throughout my prisoner heart and in the walls of art,
    where I have been living with this neon of white shards,
    it just speaks the incarcerated words that are always dead,
    when I'll be in the sunlight,
    just a numb answer all it does care.
    ©schwellenangst

  • pakhi1738 15w

    Lying in my bed
    Staring at the empty, dark ceiling
    I am processing my thoughts
    Trying to understand what I am feeling!
    My mind is empty
    After a really long time!
    Maybe it's the end of a story
    Or do you think it's really just wine?
    The curtains on this window
    Usually closed with perfection,
    Feels a bit drunk too
    Or is it just surjection?
    "Surjection"?
    You know,
    "Every image has a unique pre-image"
    Or at least that's what they say!
    Stupid real analysis!
    Anyways,
    I had phone in my hand
    All day long
    And now my eyes are sore
    Wait, was is "subjection"
    That I was looking for?
    Maybe!
    You see,
    I don't really remember things anymore
    I am becoming too lazy
    Or maybe I just stopped caring
    Is that why my future looks so hazy?
    Long ago, I had these dreams
    With me falling in an endless hypnosis loop
    And as the dot in the center
    Came closer to the sight
    I used to wake up with a jerk
    In the middle of the night!
    Now, as the deafening silence is prevailing
    This tiny boat of thoughts is taking a leap
    Only to sink deep
    As I am silently slipping into sleep!
    Waiting to finally fall
    And spared from becoming a prey
    Always in the middle of it all
    And yet so far away!

    -Pakhi✍️

    P.C.- @azureabyss


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  • pakhi1738 15w

    I am lost in my head
    Wishing for you to see me,
    Trying to return
    Back to the past,
    Washing away the dust
    From the shelves!
    Am I a stranger
    If I don't recognize myself?
    My world is so different
    From yours!
    These walls around me
    Ensures,
    That I endure
    All these memories,
    These fake memories
    That I fabricate daily
    So delicately!
    I created these walls
    To keep myself away
    From you!
    But now that I want
    You so badly,
    There's no room in here
    For two!
    I am lying to myself,
    Trying to fake the way I feel!
    Burying down blades,
    In the part of me that's sealed!
    I've been walking through this fire
    Trying to hide my scars!
    I can feel my heart trembling
    And these bruises on my arms!
    I've always been this way
    But there's nothing I'd change!
    'cause these memories
    Are all mine.
    Whether all real
    Or so damn fake!

    -Pakhi✍️

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  • thebhavnasaxena 16w

    Hourglass

    Peeking through her window,
    Seeing the sun shine, and
    Flowers bloom, but never
    Feeling any of it on her skin,
    She is a thing of beauty,
    Her movements graceful
    As she paces her cage,
    She is a thing of magic,
    Hope lighting up her eyes,
    In her heart she knows,
    This too will be over
    Some day when she will
    Meet the sea, and she will
    Laugh in carefree abandon
    As the waves tickle her feet,
    Unlike this day that she has to keep
    Living over and over again,
    Swinging like a pendulum
    Between light and darkness,
    This day that drives her to the
    Brink of insanity over and over again
    She brushes the glass walls,
    Sand in the hourglass,
    Her fingers spell out,
    Freedom, freedom, freedom,
    Over and over again,
    And in her heart, she knows,
    One day the walls will collapse.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • faulty_puppet 19w

    Walls

    The Walls keep changing
    With Colors faded and new
    The Cracks getting wider, deeper
    Changed Yet I have remained the same

    The Walls keep listening
    Choked Pain and smiles fake
    Through Its shades old and new
    Soaked Tears that I have shed

    Eight Years and still counting
    Days I have left the scars bleeding
    Sinking In a paranoid pantomime
    Reasons Or delusions, it's so confounding

    The Walls and in the space between
    I have built a place so tantalizing
    I am here never and all the time
    I Try to move, the freedom is paralyzing

    The Walls forever protecting
    Keeping The grief from overflowing
    Making Me show my back to the bonfire
    Where Everything to ashes was turning

    Eight Years and more to come
    Some Was left and some was none
    Floating Between times of now and then
    I Wait for just an end to come

    The Walls keep me from falling asleep
    Says I have to keep on going
    The Puppet dances all day and night
    And Keeps the puppet master at his fingertips

    ©the_prabhashish

  • pranalishah 19w

    - Home -

    Home is where the heart is,
    A place of shelter,
    letting one nurture.
    Bricked piece by piece and
    Walled in place to withstand
    the worse of worse.
    Hoping to age old together,
    Until then awaiting to
    turn to dust someday,
    Until then living memories
    moment by moment each day...

    ©pranalishah

  • bonitasarahbabu 20w

    The walls that surround me,
    They are of my creation.
    These walls are to protect me
    Physically, emotionally, and mentally.
    One too many times,
    I gave the stick with which I was beaten.
    Not anymore,
    With these walls,
    I shut access to myself.
    I need to be safe
    And these walls are created.
    ©bonniesbabu
    11/19/2020