World, is A garden, a jungle or a bookstore Having different flowers with Extraordinary fragrances and colors, Different animals with versatile attitudes And Different books with unique stories. Each day I went out, And meet new and different people Each face is peculiar and uncanny Among these, some are admirable And some are ignorable. Here, many souls inspire me and Many make me learn worthy lessons. And at times, These versatile attitudes Make me wonder! And within this cluster of stars, I'm also an uncommon shining star A different flower, a unique animal And a book very rare
Dear 2020, It is the last day I'm celebrating with you. You are going, going forever. I don't know about others, but I'll surely miss you. You were like a friend, a very extraordinary one.
You were rude by nature but loving at heart. You were like a teacher too. You made me learnt so many lessons. You taught me how to smile in the hardest of times. You made me cherish the past memories and taught me the value of every even & happy moment. You made understand that loneliness can also be celebrated with smiles.
Everyone says you paused their lives, became a halt in their way but I would say you gave me time to reflect upon myself & to talk to my soul. You gave me time to spent with my loved ones, more than before. Everybody says you were a bad omen but I would say you were a kind of blessing. You did what the last 19 years unable to do. Love you! Goodbye, my friend!
I see, the sky is blue and clear but a tinge of sadness is there I see the sun shining gloomily I see the flowers and leaves smiling quietly I see the trees bidding goodbye smiling with teary and moist eyes And I'm also pondering sadly but a shade of happiness is also there on me, i don't know Because this is 31st December, 2020. ~Hoorya Tanweer
Chhoti si Zindagi ko gulzaar bana loon Aarzoo hai meri yahan likhi
Ek mitti ke ghade mein bhra paani ban jaoon Lehraata khilkhilata darya ka saani ban jaaon Qatra-Qatra kisi pyaase ki botal mein bhar jaoon Tishna khtm kr raahgeeron ki shaad ho jaoon Garmi ki tapish se rahat de pursukoon ho jaoon Ek sookhi sadak pr baarish ban baras jaoon Ek mitti ke ghade mein bhra paani ban jaoon
Ek Andheri raah mein rkha mitti ka roshandaan ban jaoon Har musaafir ko mei raah dikhaoo aur khushi ka sabab ban jaoon Taareek ki thokar se bacha kr sare raah ek madadgaar ban jaoon Kisi ki raah paar kra uski yaadgaar ban jaoon Andheron mein ujaala krne waala Chhota sa mitti ka roshandaan ban jaoon
Someday the frost of hatred will melt away; And the spring of love will blossom Someday the barren tree of humankind ; Will be blessed with the leaves of humanity Someday the depressed souls; Will enjoy the breeze of contentment Someday the storms of egotism will end; And the bright rays of selflessness will brighten up the world Someday the dirt of corruption; Will be washed away by the rain of honesty Someday the darkness of distress; Will wake up in the morning of peace Someday the sky of mankind; Will be full of cheerful twinkling stars.
Summer is Weary now And wants To leave Going somewhere To fall asleep As she is leaving So are the leaves As they really Need a rest These crowns are Painting them Orange, yellow Gold and red Wind is howling Asking them To shed And then its October again The month of Fall and crisps With the month Greeting the season Of Autumn too Mornings are quite And serene With the veils Of haze and Pearls in The green Crispy pathways And Dew in the Grass Mist in the aura Raindrops on Window glass Fire in the Hearths and Lover's Hearts And with the Month, greeting The season of Autumn Too! Happy October!❤️
//There is something I will never tell you, this is the something, this is for you//
I write letters, I wrote over a hundred of letters already. I write letters whenever my heart breaks, the ink fall in the paper and make a sound louder than my breaking heart. I write until the ink gets totally wasted, and my heart leaves a sigh. Then I wrap it with a parchment and seal it with rusted flowers that I picked up from the graveyard everytime I walked past it. Then I put the stamps and label on top "To, Sky", and leave it in the bag until I visit the graveyard again. When I visit the graveyard again, I collect some more rusted flowers, pairs of old cards and a bit of sand and leave the letter beside "the newest shining gravestone". When I have done this, it feels like I have buried the old broken heart. I go back and I water some plants. Then I write a bit of old songs on my grandfather's journal and I sleep. The song gets rusted by the time I open it again. I tear the page and I walk to the graveyard again. I pick some flowers, and I sit down to write in the old cafe beside the graveyard which is named "We met here". // The owner of the cafe once said me that he met her wife the first time on the graveyard, he saw her planting a rose plant a bit away from a newest shining graveyard and he fell in love. After she died, he built her gravestone beside the rose plant and named it "the newest shining gravestone". It's been years and the stone never rusted, the plant still gives flowers and I collect the rusted flowers that falls down. // Then I go and meet the owner and I give him the page that reads the old song, he smiles and keeps it. I come back and I water some more plants to the garden. And then it rains, and you smile. I know you have read it. But this story, I know you won't ever read, I won't ever let you read, but this is for you.
From The keeper of the new shining gravestone.
P. S. The newest old song I wrote on the journal was hasi.
It's a beautiful day, Isn't it ? Would you mind if before writing any further, I may ask you to smile. Will you do it just for my mere words? I always wished that I could make someone smile for no reason at all, and I honestly hope you smiled a genuine smile, and how I wish to be there to feel the beauty and essence of it.
Hope you are doing fine. It's funny to say this way because this question never holds a true answer, ever. And yet again I can only hope for you the same. See, life isn't easy and it doesn't have to be. We spend our days entangling the knots we were tied into. And sometimes it's too difficult and painful too, we are put into situations we don't want to face, and see yet we are standing ahead of all stories, we were played a part into. Sometimes our own capabilities fascinate me, and sometimes I can't even fathom how and when I fought yet the pride on my lips tells me that I did.
In the far sight when nothing is visible, skies are dull and gloomy, sometimes giving up seems easier, I must say so so easier. I wouldn't lie , I too think of giving up often , when everything becomes intolerable, but yet again, giving up was never in my checklist so there's no way I could do it.
Well, just for a tiny information about me is that I am a teenager, and as one I have certain dreams and aspirations. Dreams that are too far sighted and all paths reaching there are blurred and incomprehensible. Sometimes I feel stupid for dreaming so big and often the risks and problems are thrown upon me by the people who wants me to be settled and happy. But who should tell them that this naive mind has that yearning imbibed in the little brain , since the very day I learnt to think.
I don't know why it feels easier to write this letter, when I have never given words to these thoughts of mine. Even if I don't know how your eyes will move with each word I am writing, or the lustre that will emanate from them , or what will be your favorite lines be , and obviously the smile soaking my words in . Isn't this mysterious yet at the same time so fascinating and beautiful?
I don't know if I'll ever stop writing this letter, and honestly I don't even want to. And I wish when you look up at the moon at night or the stars, you'll feel several strangers telling you tales just like this letter, or maybe if you'll see closely , I may be the one, one night.
I believe you know that happiness and beauty are two words that are around us even more than the air particles. Look closely, everything is beautiful be it pain, a simple smile, a letter or even my uneven handwriting.
Hope you are still smiling till the end, or perhaps even a bigger one. I hope this foolish mind could reach your heart. Miracles and magic happen, and so I'll eagerly wait for a reply from you. Thankyou for smiling with me and do not stop. Keep smiling, it looks beautiful.
Love and a few more smiles, A stranger friend.
___________________________________ Still on a break. #stranger#wod
The brush of melancholy Paints the whole evening with a tinge of blue. The katydids croons and the birds dance in the balladries of heartbreak.
And here, I sit with a pen in my hand And play with your metaphors. The metaphors that once procured my heart. I still conceal them in my diary.
I sit on the bridge of reminiscence And turn the pages of halcyon days. And search those pearly white jasmines. But all I find everywhere is withered, dead roses.
You egressed the door of my heart, Breakin' it into myraid of pieces. And the splintered pieces of my heart Often beseeches me to darn them with Your metaphors that I preserved in my diary and adorn them with jasmines like the way you adorned my bun with it.
~Darlin' where are those jasmines?~ //I need them to adorn my splintered heart.//
But I will call you Because you remind me Of misty November mornings Cold, melancholic, Softly, you slide on my skin Like a passerby who Just stayed for a while.
Can I call you ? That I give for free, though Sometimes When something Isn't earned the hard way It's likely left Broken and taken for granted.
But I am tempted To call you Who will fill my heart with Excitement and hope For new beginnings And brand new starts That I so long to meet Somewhere, sometime, soon.
Perhaps I'll just call you So I'll cherish every precious Tick of the clock like it's my last To see the light of day and leave My mark, that when I go People will remember me as Someone who made a difference.