you never really know someone.
It gets better. It does.
It's 3 am. I stare right through my ceiling and into the pitch black sky. There's a cascade streaming down my face, moonlight enlightens my eyes and they glitter with love. Love, that was too much for you to handle. I tend to look around but there's nothing but deafening silence. I scream into my pillow to kill the silence, but my voice echoes in the fabrics of pad and dies. Lovers are finally fading after bearing years of pain, Nobody cares anymoreSo why do you? -fajr
Maybe temp. Maybe not.
// LEFTOVERS //There are words i wish i would've said , and people i wish i would've met. On evenings when guilt fills my throat, and i choke on your memories, i wish i could spill all the blood on the book i read last night. There are leftovers of you on my bedsheet, they cut me open like a blade. Come and get them soon. // LULLABIES // The worst part about you is that you don't mean alot of things you tell me, and i close my eyes and listen to your stories like a kid. Then? Then i walk down the memory lane and cry myself to sleep. // SERENE SILENCE // It's so hard to believe when you tell me you love me, because all i have is silence to offer and insecurities ripping me apart. Why would you fall for silence and name it peace. It's wrecking my nerves. // 13 WORLDS APART // I catch myself sitting and thinking about you constantly, i no longer can focus on a single act, the sky looks beautiful for 13 minutes, there are 13 reasons why i lay on bathroom floor bleeding, 13 people that are about to die any moment, 13 stars in a parallel line since 13 years, we used to gaze at when we were 13, but i was replaced within 13 days. -fajr
// It tears me up when you turn me downI'm begging please Just stick around. // -Love is gone.
You held me like you'd hold me forever,And loved me like it'll last till eternity, Little did i know, our love is fading as time passes by, And from "you matter" to "nothing matters anymore" , the journey of love ended in pain. // Two strangers who own each other's heart. // -fajr
Non sense. I feel sad. Okbye. I love rain. Just not right now. Not right now.
Does rain bring melancholy? Or is it you, looking for reasons to shed tears along with clouds? -fajr
But the sad part is, even if we go back in time, we wouldn't belong to each other anymore. -fajr
My ribs are made of anxiety,and the muscle that bleeds pain,is made of your memories, i lay on my couch, like a dead poem, fighting the urge to cry, When a random 6 am memory hits me, it's you, your voice, deep whispers,and the promises of forever that hurt every single atom i own. -fajr
Is my silence too quiet? Is the pain not prominent enough?
You pass my street everyday, like that old library you used to visit daily, like an open book waiting for you, but you don't stay to read anymore. -fajr
I write bullshit when my heart aches. Yeah stfu. Thanks.
I've mastered the art of silence. All my life, I've been speaking, screaming, sobbing silently. I've been drifting away from people. I've been leaving places. People i loved hard. Places I built homes in. I've been fading away. In silence. I've been disappearing. In silence. I've been living through my tragedies. In silence. -fajr
On days when I crave your presence, love leaves few bruises, the clouds bleed pain, my veins circulate hurt, few scars kiss my wrist,and my soul is shattered into two separate halfs. One half screams your name, the other half remains silent, slowly creating poetries that are left incomplete. My eyes shed galaxies, since they cannot meet yours. Your love healed me, only to break me all over again. While i sit and question my worth in your life,You dance on my wounds. Leave cuts that are deeper. Scarier. Eternal. Love for me is selflessness,Love for me is hurting for them butstill not returning the bullet wounds. While i fight the urge to break,I sleep through the worst of nightmares, The caution tapes around my heart,Were never decorated to keep you out. The walls that i built around,Were there to protect something That still beats, bleeds, and buries blue memories. -fajr
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I wiped the last tear, held my brush, tried painting you. But destiny had some other plansI forgot your face. The only thing i could remember was the touch of your soft hands, the taste of your lips, the warmth you brought with that one embrace, how do i portray all this. How do i manage to lock my love for you in this empty white canvas. I angrily threw all the colors on the canvas, tried decorating them with my clumsy hands. Colours like blue. Grey. White. Black. It looks nothing like you, but the abstract art is all about feels. The random colours feel exactly like your heartwarming presence and your heartwrenching absence. I've lost the privilege to touch you. feel you. love you. So i cover the distances from my soul to your soul through words and colours. I hide you in my poetries and lock you in my messy canvases. You left ages ago, but I'm making you stay on my own way. -fajr
The picture speaks more than my words, I believe.I have tried to portray two topics through my words, I hope you get it right @my_cup_of_poetry You made me write this @writersnetwork #iconography #wod #skp_writes
Posting this poem because @prachii_ and @himanshi___ hype me so much. Thank you. Also, I am inactive here so you can follow me on Instagram. Although I am not much active there too but I post memes or jokes once in a while. And if you lucky enough like @jiniaa, I might annoy you by sending cringy TikTok-like reels. 'Smile'
गर तुम साथ होते
ये पथराई आँखेये सोये हुए रोएँये सूखे लबकाँपता जिस्मतपती रूहयूँ बैचैन न होतेगर तुम साथ होतेगर तुम साथ होतेये कागज़ पर घूमतीबेतरतीब लकीरेंइधर-उधर बिखरेस्याही के छींटेलिख कर फिर सेकाटे हुए लफ्ज़यूँ बोच कर फर्श परफेंके न होतेगर तुम साथ होतेगर तुम साथ होतेटिक-टिक करतीघड़ी की सुइयाँमाथे पर पड़तीशिकन की झुर्रियांझुर्रियों के बीच मेंपसीने की बूंदेंबहते अश्रु आंखें मूंदेयूँ तेरी बाट न जोहतेगर तुम साथ होतेगर तुम साथ होतेबालों में घूमतीखोयी सी उंगलीदाँतों से कटते हाथों के नाखूनहाथों से पकड़ाघूमता माथामाथे में कैद आग की लपटेंयूँ बाहर आने कोआतुर न होतीगर तुम साथ होतेगर तुम साथ होतेछलक के बाहरआती नदी की धाराटूट कर शून्य बनताआकाश का ताराउधार की रोशनी सेचमकता चाँद बेचाराऐसा ही नाज़ुक कुछ हाल हमारायूँ मायूसी में बेहाल न होतागर तुम साथ होतेगर तुम साथ होते©dewanshk
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I broke someone a while agoIt felt great I knowAmidst the bliss I abandoned himGulped down the regretsThe darkness went dimPlayed by the puppets, I shattered The glass walls he scratched Didn't let him inI knowThere was no door to enter Before*Now I bleed thy tears aloneCome hold me, we'll tear us down " I moanedTimid Time died like a brittle brideI laughI cryI hideRed eyesCrippled me masking my storms Don't be alarmed Oh You think I'm armed? Empty my words areI couldn't make him stayDistance he shouted Yeah he meant stay away©zilch__
i've been awake in every state line,dying to make it last us a lifetime.
lately, i am feeling like i am being a personwho is taking too much space of someone’s life.i try to shrink inside my ribs and try to listen my heartbeatsbut i listen only the voice of my ache.i don’t want you to want me the way i want you.i am the medley of teardrops and thunderstorms.i don’t want you to look back at the past and remember meas a natural calamity.my hands shiver nowadays when i am out of my shell.i am always trying to hide neath my surfaceas soon as possible.i forget the things i am talking about between the conversation.like my brain is leaving my body to seek some solitude.i am feeling like i feel too much.i am always aware that i am drunk on melancholy too often.sometimes when i close my eyesi feel like someone takes me in their arms,cupping my face, patting my back with my head nested against their ribs, and as i cry they say“you’re safe with me. i am not letting you go ever.”but then i wake up and lookat the abyss in my eyes staring back at me showingthat someone is me.lately, i am feeling like my grief is a failed lover.a poet who is always too late to cry for his love.©aaditya
I'm learning to write again.@writersnetwork Unexpected, thank you ❤
The art of staying
The sky tells me thatyou are meant to meetsomeone who will make you defy the laws of universe. The art of meeting and departing. But I write a new law in my poems, 'the art of staying'. I tell my lover that thereis beauty in staying but that practical human only knows path to exit doors. When the last day of stay silently sits by my door, I know it's here but I don't fidget. I watch you collect your belongings with moist sweaty hands and I look at you with a moist silent look as you leave one belonging back who has longed the most for you. You chose the law of departing above me and I chose the art of staying, without you. Years later on a young evening you would regret your laws and till then I would have learnt to not spend my 'stay' on people who are meant to leave.©thousand_splendid_thoughts
The slit on my skirt. I often hide my legsBehind the Greys, Behind the bluesBehind the long tees and long boots. The flesh on my thighs is tired of hiding. Last Saturday came homeThe grey skirt with a long slitThe knees held back the lengthy smileThe white shirt fitted the curves. The slit frowned for a little whileStared at the fleshy legs. Of how they try to hide. The slit on my skirtBlamed the lady outside the roomBlamed the boy not in townBlamed the girl shouting taunts from dusk to dawnBlamed the humans living aroundBlamed the eyes that are deadly now.The skirt settled calmly on the fleshThe fingers fidgeted for the seconds to comeThe dry lips and the sly hipsShifted the anxiety from the throat to the trembling lips. The slit smiled at the tanned legsThe slit groaned at the lady with the nasty eyes, The slit sighed at the humans with the nonsense blinking and the shrugsThe slit laughed at the boy waiting at the end of the road.The slit beamed with happinessWhen the legs walked with patience and calmness in the skirts pockets. ©dusky_dawn
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Funny how the goodbye didn't hurt any less even when we didn't promise "forever."©spicy_sugar
I feel myself standing on an empty road,The path ahead is unclear, fogged by an unknown,Isn't it scary to think about the future,As if anything could happen beyond my expectation.Just like a long term dream where I've to stay in,But I think it's the best to let life and time guide me,Through a long tunnel of highway path and possibly end up somewhere beautiful.©gautam12__
Get me a bandage, will you?This heart doesn't stop,neither beatingnor bleeding;stuck in betweensomewhere-hope and despair,playing it safe;a good heartis full of holes,wounds and puncturesand the onesthat actually deserveare empty,there's no room for hurt-only knivesand weaponsfor hurting.given the choice,would you play it safe?don't answer,I don't care;cause I will,maybe it's timethe niceness beginsto fade away.Build me a dam, will you?There's a hurricanethat's quite useless,causing distress and heartache-don't even mentionthe trauma of the aftermath;this existence seemspretty weird-wanting things,love and whatnotwithout knowing,or learninghow to give?the tunnel doesn't appear to be endingwhere's the lightthey all promised?empty my sockets, will you?maybe I'll see clearer.©blueth
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Seven years ago, At seven in the evening, Was my seventh birthday. You brought a bouquet of seven flowers as a gift.Seven years later, At the same time in the morning, Again my 21st B'day, You brought a bouquet once again, This time the only difference was that It was a bouquet of disconsolated heart. Which was mine that you broke in infinite pieces by your infinite ways. ©anush18