Mirakee
And I wondered how something so random can be Blissful!!
foreverblocked
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Without you,
You know where I'll be. -
Had so much to live for,
Much left to do. -
Care
Yet being afar. -
Colorful other side!
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Wish I could !!
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foreverblocked
11w
Maybe,
Maybe not..
But possibly she could be the one.. -
A girl with wits
It's so happened that I met,
This girl at this pub,
Like a rose she instilled in me a sense of smell,
The one I forgot to reminisce,
In all these years.
She hummed, she sang to the karoke,
To my every heartbeat,
Yet still she sat far across
In the same table,
Sometimes people just come across
To enlighten with their wits.. -
foreverblocked
14w
And I wonder why ?..
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"If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I’d say good-bye and hug you
And maybe see you smile."
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Cuze darling, a fairytale written by demons never ends with a happy ending :)
©fatema_sayyed00 -
Once found
She was exhausted
She needed back
Somehow but how
wanderer seeks home
Once found in those eyes
Seemed lost out of reach
Sky calls for her star
Once made her bright
Seemed lost out of sight
Life search for the flame
Once found in those arms
Seemed lost out of mind
Lost was the friend
Soul that heard and read
Lost was the guide
Voice that relieved and alleyed
Like a star she chased
The falling phases of moon
Darkness wasn't scary
Nor she'd run ; it mirrors her
Word of zeal ! surreal yet real
She recalled in desolate
Still unsure of how?
Thirst to find new ways
Ended up in unending loop
In the chaos and calms
©saudade_soul -
The trauma and the pain,
that grief of last rain,
you cuffed me with tight chain,
abused and killed my only main,
made him bleed from his vein,
I can never remove it from my brain,
my life has gone into vain,
I have become a mundane,
Get away, do not give me more strain,
or else , I won't be able to sustain.
©eashadas123 -
What you are born for
Let it consume you
©illusionsoftheheart -
chinelorom
14w
Commentators
Here’s a very bitter truth about most, if not all life commentators—when they are found in that field of life, they make a perfect show for mere comedy or tragedy, as the case may be. They have a special talent of failing ever so woefully. I’ve watched and seen some of such people, and I must tell you, there is no wisdom in paying mind to what they have to say. They do not qualify to have such audience.
©Chinelorom -
bb_writes
14w
We both felt it
But the difference was
You couldn’t admit
And I, happily did
©bb_writes -
ibemerevivian
14w
Na Dem
He said I'd be the song
And he'd be the singer.
Phewwww!
I am growing weary
On this promised stage,
Waiting for his hand
To pick up the microphone.
© VivianWrites -
diva_scribbles
14w
When you have lot to confine...
And have to pretend that everything's fine
Confined in the walls of your heart
Even when you are falling apart
Resounding failures besides the shattered hope
Uncertainty of future is on the top
Standing firm, bearing the brunt
Indeed a worthy aim to hunt
'Perseverance' is all you need
Giving up shouldn't be your creed
Words are powerful, choose the wise
Let magical aura induce and
spread positive vibes...!
©diva_scribbles | divyam_ -
saarahlv
14w
With him
I've never experienced
such an excited moment
which gives me
so many smiles
lovely hugs
on his stronger arms..
I want to cease the whole world..
And be with him..
Um fond of this moment.
At a time I felt to keep this
intimate moment forever...
I love him so much
©saarahlv -
parthavi_
14w
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Augustus (Gus) and Hazel are the characters of the book 'The Fault in our Stars'.
They fall in love. Augustus dies.Yesterday,
I was a blue aster that bloomed with the water of your love and withered in the same water which was now but the grief of your loss.
The petals scattered over the ground and promised not to bloom again.
Today,
I am the elevated strokes of acrylic on the painting that was made with the brush, whose bristles were my searching eyes, that were perched on the stick of your warm ones. The strokes of handsome blues and pinks faded into ugly sad colours. The colours crippled.
How could they stay alive when the brush that coloured them was no more.
Tomorrow,
I will be the sky to your land. I will shimmer in the jewels that you would admire and my life would be that of yours. I will take breaths that would grant life to you. But soon those breaths would die and collapse into an inferno that would swallow the whole world.
How will the sky give life when there won't be land?
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I would be the reluctant fire, transforming, but never extinguishing. I'll search for you, and find you. The wind of my being would wander in search for the bloom of your heart.
You'll end. I will end too.
And yet we'll find us again.
Even after the unknown kills us.
Even after we have to unite infinitely.
Even if our forever never lasts.
//You will always remain the Gus to my Hazel//
