Hosh Bato Ka Akasr Nahi Tha. Dil Hamara Toh Shayar Nahi Tha. Tune Likhdi Yeh Taqdeer Warna Ishq Wala Mukaddar Nahi Tha.
Watching cricket match with brothers is so amazing.Aur woh bhi India Pakistan..
I have received 3 deadly glares and I have been snapped twice. Just for asking "intelligent" questions.Like what's the length of the pitch?Why there's a star mark next to batsman name?Do they use the same ball for whole match?What if they don't find the ball after a six? Aren't these logical questions.
20 October @ 11:22 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts@writersnetwork@miraquill@writersbay#stormc
"His Eyes Were As Calm As Ocean,Hiding The Storm Of Emotions."©_
20 October @ 10:22 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts
"I Was Never A Moon Gazer,Until The Moon Started ReflectingYour Face."©_
15th October 11:11 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts
"Sometimes Shadows Too Crave Darkness."©_
03rd October @ 10:30 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweetheartsIt's Raining Ferociously With Thunders.
"These Beautiful Pure Like Mist Fragments Of Mizzle Called RainSubmerged In The Unflavored Soil Embedded Itself To Compose Petrichor, For Souls Like Us To Get Intoxicated."©_
02nd October @ 3:55 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts"It Must Be OctoberFor Those Frangible SyllabusOf Her Favourite PoetryChanged It's HuesInto Fading Autumn ToWrite The Long AwaitedLove Letter For Him."©_#octoberc#color (maybe)Do Theer Se Ek Nishan.Edit:Ek Theer Se Do Nishane.@writersnetwork Thank You For The ❤️@miraquill@writersbay Thank You For The ❤️ And Lovely Comment.
30th September @ 9:45 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts"She Wrote Love Letters On TheSilent Ocean For The WavesTo Ship Them To Him."©_
29th September @ 8: 35 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts"He Comes To Me As MoonVisits The Nights.And Since Many EveningsMy Sky Has Been Eclipsed."©_
28th September @ 6:15 p.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts#gravec (maybe)@writersnetwork@miraquill@writersbay
"His Eyes Are The Graveyard,Where His Feelings Dig Poetries,To Bury Love Letters."©_
28th September @ 11:35 a.m.#life_of_lovebirds#life_of_sweethearts.#once@writersnetwork@miraquill@writersbay
"You Once Told MeYou Always WantedTo Be A Poet.But I Knew You Just WantedTo Be Someone's Poetry."©_
People tell that they're still going through the pain . That's ain't true , only truth is that they still remember those moments and they fail to understand the difference #she #love #pain #heal #memories
The impact might fade away all the way through , all that lasts life long is only those moments ©love_was_my_breath
I'm the tune she skipped for not being worthy , meanwhile enjoyed by someone else .©love_was_my_breath
Word of the day: RunawayTag and share with #runawayc
And this urge to run away from what I love is a sort of sadism I no longer pretend to understand.– Martha Gellhorn
Word of the day : StormTag and share with #stormc
The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous and the storm terrible, but they have never found these dangers sufficient reason for remaining ashore.Vincent Van Gogh
Write something about patterns. It could be any type of pattern. Tag and share with #patternsc
There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. What we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish.There is no free will. There are no variables.— Chuck Palahniuk
The Nature we know is A Cheap Sideshow, A Game Rigged in our Favor.You might love Nature, But Nature has nothing But the Coldest Indifference toward you.
I Rarely feel Offense at Controversial Statements, But Comfort.They’re a Welcome Reminder of Where the Limits of our Freedom Lay.
Write a poem on how *Time heals*Tag and share with #timec
A Dosage Of TimeNothing seems to ease, a pain so deep it is dark. It never ventures near the skin, to be purified with rainwater and tears. But convalescents from past days are a proof; that, for these fatal embroideries of the heart-Time is the best medicine.-Clairel Estevez
Word of the day: Forever Tag and share with #foreverc
Everything that was broken hasforgotten its brokenness. I livenow in a sky-house, through everywindow the sun. Also your presence.Our touching, our stories. Earthyand holy both. How can this be, butit is. Every day has something init whose name is Forever.– Mary Oliver
The Katuata is a Japanese form of poetry also
referred to as a side poem or a half poem. It is an emotional, intuitive verse, rather than a logical one. Katuata is written as an address to a lover.
It consists of 17 or 19 syllables arranged in three lines of either 5, 7, and 5 or 5, 7, and 7 syllables.
(A syllable is a single unit of written or spoken word, an unbroken sound used to make up words)
--Today, write a Katuata addressed to a lover.--
Tag with #katuata and share.
wanting your embrace
wondering are you awake?
yes sweet I am now.