" Be An Encourager....World Has Enough Critics Already "
Sweetheart you are the storythat will take mea lifetime to write....
& I am at the stage of my lifewhere I'hv forgotten what it's like to be without pain....
I drown in the waves of those memories we made....Its get too much sometimesbut that's how it is....I miss you not the normal wayThe way that makes me go insane..Every single thing about us doesn't leave my thoughts....You run into my mind all the time..Its you & only you....I loved you like the autumn breeze....each touch of wind & leaf my love was circling around you with delight..Its all dark & dull without you..I miss you..Completely lost & incomplete without you....
& Sweetheart how many sunsets will it take for meto stop missing you....?
& sweetheart I am learning how to be wholeWithout the parts of me you took away....
Darling I am waiting for that day whenYou will read out my poemswritten only for you& with a hint of tearsin ur eyesYou would confessthat you loved me too....
It's been so many days I haven't listened to your voice...It's been so many days that I haven't seen your face..It is forcing my heart more & more to get drunk with the memories u gave..I am just living with the beautiful memories you gave..Those beautiful memories which were a reason to brighten up even my darkest times..now are the reasons to throw me into depression's lap..I stare at your pictures by zooming them in & out..I try to get drown in your eyes but before that the tears pour my heart..It was more beautiful to hear your voicein the morning..You were waking up and calling me to say good morningorning..While reading ur texts the warmth of your love swept through my face & took me back to the years our togetherness..Baby I feel you in each breath & see you in each dream.. Are you happy with my absence..?You might be but I am notI miss you so much but u don't need to miss me & think about me bcoz I am good..I am fine..I am just lying..
& I still look for youIn the eyes of everyone I see
Instead of reading My postsI want someone who can readMy eyes....
The words you spokecut through my skin deeperthan any knife could ever....Those words cut so deepMy soul gasped for airLike my life was lost& there was no way to be found....Those words could drivean individual to their last breatheTo the ending days of the life....
When a writer criesPaper bleeds....
अधूरा रह गया हूं उसके बिनावो किसी और के साथ पूरी हो गई...
Baby I don't miss you but I miss ur hand in mine..I don't miss you but I miss the way you looked at me..like I was ur whole world..Baby I don't miss you but I miss cuddling up to you & falling asleep with my head on your chest..I don't miss you but I miss your tender kisses on my forehead..Baby I don't miss you but I miss your warm embrace the one that could fix me in an instant..I don't miss you but I miss the way you held me..Baby I don't miss you but I miss the feeling of loving someone & the feeling of being loved.. I don't miss you but I miss the time we had..&Baby I don't miss you but I miss us..
& I don't miss you baby
मिलने की उम्मीद जगाते रहते हो , मेरे दिल को तुम ,बस दिलासा दीया करते हो , तुम भी बड़े कमाल करते हो । वैसे कोई गिला नहीं ,बस एक शिकायत है ।हर वक्त मेरे दिल को ,__ क्यों बेबस करते हो ?एक दिन जरूर मिलेंगे हम ,ऐसा जान निसार शब्द क्यों कहते हो ? आप मेरे लिए बनाए गए हैं ,__ ऐसा कह कर क्यों सपना दिखाते हो ?©greenpeace767
Stop spreading these posts anyway. Not because it is propaganda but also to prevent biased and no meaning counter-arguments. And in the name of propaganda, we tend to approve and justify every non-sensical thing said.We worship all our Devis on these auspicious days. They are known for their brilliance and individuality. Stop counterattacking. We should protect our rich culture by heart, by our actions, and by celebrating it happily. And I guess all these posts are rather questioning human rights and dignity instead of religion. What I understood was how ironic we people are. The essence of the posts got camouflaged under the name of religion.Celebrate your rich culture. Our Devis were known for their identities, so should today's Devis as well.Spread positivity and happiness, not negativity and hatred.Happy Dussehra.
He said she smelled like cinnamon He said she smelled like his dreamHe said he'll hustle to have the sweetest dream of his life©auriferous_dreamer_
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What's envy without dream.What's nature without green. I love hard. Sometimes giving into enviness.I love new lives budding from the cracks, nonetheless. What am I? A sinner who wants what it wants. A saint who likes life prevailing. A vine that strangles you into its grip.An alien who helped you survive. A tree python that adds venom in life.An emrald stone that promises glitter in life.All are green and all is me.I feel too much. I need much less. I constrain my jealousy more and love harder, sprouting little lives in everyone I meet. I am a smallest subset of the powerful Nature that possesses the potential to build and destroy, both.©kanikachugh
" It's not about finding "It's not about finding ..... It's about searching myself in me who is lost somewhere while making others happy. It's about searching my smile and my happiness which was always ignored because of others.It's about searching and full filling those dreams which always got compressed under the layers of expectations of other people and lost their importance.It's not about finding, it's about giving myself a gift of powerful wings to fly high and achieve whatever I desire.Rekha Khanna©dil_k_ahsaas
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Clasp of Childhood
Reigning my world like a remote control car,Were my rag dolls, all dirty and eyes pulled out.Yet, I smell in them my old innocent hands,Decorating their wavy glossy hair.Grabbing a corner in the atticSits the big bunny named Jojo,Who was once my milk partnerAnd helped in finishing it.Admiring herself like the Queen she was,My tinkling headband stared straight up into the skyAnd competed with the beauty of the blue sky,Never giving up on her own stance.Making a weird sound now,My LED-lighted shoes, which once were a showstopper Is stacked along in my treasure troves And often makes me reminisce her beauty when I first saw her in the store.The polaroids and the reelsShowcased myriad smiles and memories,Stringing together for making up for the lost timesAnd happily dunked together inside the store room.©bohemian_ballerina
क्या सच में मन का भी कोई घर होता है?फिर क्यूँ आवारा सा यहाँ-वहाँ भटकता है?क्या सच में ख्वाबों को रात का इँतजार होता है?फिर क्यूँ दिन में खुली आंँखों में बेवजह भटकता है?क्या सच में बादल को पानी से मोहब्बत होती है?फिर क्यूँ धरती पर बरस खुद को खाली कर आसमां में भटकता है?क्या सच में मोहब्बत दिल की गहराइयों से होती है?फिर क्यूँ दिल गहराईयों से निकल उथलेपन में भटकता है?क्या सच में सुर सुरीले गीतों की माफिक होते हैं?फिर क्यूँ दुख में सुर, कर्कश ध्वनि की तरह कानों में भटकता है?क्या सच में औरत का अपना घर होता है?फिर क्यूंँ मायके और ससुराल में पराई हो का एहसास भटकता है?दिल के एहसास। रेखा खन्ना©dil_k_ahsaas
आहे नहीं है भरना । मन का बात है उनसे कहना । तुम मुझसे खफा ना होना । मन तो करता है और भी , -- बहुत कुछ कहना । तुम मुझे छोड़कर ना जाना । मेरे दिल को तोड़ कर , किसी और से दिल मत लगाना । दिल का कहना है कि ! इस जिंदगी को तेरे साथ रहकर , --- कुछ नया सा रंग भरना । दिल का चाहत को , मेरी तो दम नहीं पूरा कर पाना । बस एक बात और है कहना ।अगर तुम चाहो तो हो सकता है ,दिल का ख्वाइश पूरा कर पाना ।©greenpeace767
एक हद के बाद इंसान सब कुछ छोड़ देता है शिकायत करना, मिन्नतें करना, मनाना और फिर दिल ऐसा हो जाता है कोई बात करे तो ठीक ☝️ना करें तो भी ठीक, कयूंकि पता लग चुका होता है ⚠️की दुनिया बहुत झूठी और मतलबी है...★★★©ritesh18
All the glitter of dreams just turned into ash and reflected the situation to live like a lost soul.©ankahe_alfaz