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japnoor
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Thoughts
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Thought
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japnoor
99w
Dear FATHER,
Fountain of infinite love
A pillar of strength
Toiling in silence
Heroing up in tough times
Epitome of self sacrifice
Radiating altruism
There might not be enough literature
Singing your praises
But you are truly
The unsung hero of my story...
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japnoor
99w
In the ink of memories
I soak my quill
Brave the emptiness
Of the paper
And start writing a new chapter
In the story of my life..
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japnoor
99w
The warmth of knowledge
Melted my frozen heart
And a stream of consciousness
Flowed
Seeking the ocean of my soul
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japnoor
99w
If they shatter your glass pane
Pick up the broken peices
Put them through the fire of perseverence
And remould them into such an artifact
That a chance to see it
would be a "once in a lifetime" experience for them
©japnoor -
japnoor
100w
From the better tomorrow
That lives in my faithful dreams
A ton of smiles I did borrow
Hoping those were a handful of pennies
In its billion dollar empire...
©japnoor -
Sometimes life presents such dilemmas
Choose between helpless and guilty
©japnoor
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Besides my glass windows
I'll be embracing your stones,
O amor come with bunch of lilies
I'll be waiting at your shore.
©divulgingenigma -
Heart whispers constantly
In the wisdom of brain -
pranat03
100w
there is some
love which get
deep under your
skin and seep you
with the sins that your
heart can never drain out.
©pranat03 -
barefoot
98w
Read More"You know it couldn't save her right? ", she said
Quite meekly .
'What? ", he asked confused .
"Her words ....it couldn't really save her... ..Sylvia Plath...the words of whom you are praising with so much gusto...", she said looking at him with a glaring vulnerability encircling her eyes.
"But then it is the poetry we were trying to dissect not the poet remember?" , he asked trying eagerly to change the morose topic they had unwittingly landed upon.
"But the poetry took birth in her heart right? Don't you think it is quite insensitive of us to analyse the rhythm of a heartbeat without caring about the heart that produced it?", she asked.
Knowing now that she would not veer away from the topic at any cost , he said ,
" Maybe she never intended for it to save her . Her words. Maybe it was never the purpose."
"But don't all artists secretly seek for retribution through their art? Whether they accept it consciously or not", she said unwilling to let metaphors and personification veer her away from the plot. Which seemed horrifyingly empty to her right then
"How do we know it didn't?", he asked finally looking at the picture from the same angle as his lover was.
"It didn't because nobody tried to truly comprehend what her words held. A plea for peace and so she slipped away like air that couldn't be contained by life anymore", she said
"Or maybe the reader identified too closely with her grief and lassitude and insanity that they couldn't help but remain mute", he said.
"And so do you think we are inherently in capable of curing ourselves of whatever ails our hearts and minds?", she asked.
Unable to discern whether to admire her staunch spirit which was willing to delve into the most un discussed topics or whether to be fearful of how close she was to crossing the boundary of rationality through her constant plundering of life's supposed fullstops , he sighed and
finally said,
" I don't know if we are capable of being our own Messiah but I do know that her words were her way of silently declaring to the world that she was here.you know?
Even with her darkness.
Even with her chaos.
Even with her pandemonium.
She silently but surely asserted that she was here.
And her words like stars have seeped
Through the heavy noise of the worlds
Unfounded silence to reach here. Right here , right now.
To occupy this moment between us.
Making us see that all someone really needs
Is to be seen.
For exactly who they are. And in that lies both her salvation and immortality.", he said.
Finally looking at her lover with a gentle affection for having tried so very hard
To find the words that could convince her that
Light is still within our grasp either way.
She moved closer to him and holding his hand , she quoted Sylvia Plath with a new found lightness in her heart ,
"I took a deep breath and listened to the old Brag of my heart:
I am.
I am.
I am"
@writersnetwork,@mirakee,@sangfroid_soul©barefoot
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The sky of
my thoughts
is pink
because
it is always
covered with
the clouds of
your memories.
©thoughtsprocess -
schriftsteller_sakshi
98w
Read More#Temporary #lame
Was just trying to pen down life in the language of law.
/When I took lawyer thing too seriously.��/
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Law of life is beyond reach
of us humans around.
With each pages,
getting turned
It set forth
disparate clauses to bound.
Life solely precludes
to get explained by humans.
It's a forever mystery
of plaintiff and demons.
First norm it entails
is karma,
the art of earning
what one deserves.
And no ultra vires exist
in the court of life verse.
Each individual read it,
half or maybe less
Yet, it's so unjust sometimes
and molds entire into mess.
Who's the justice here?
Who's the prosecutor?
Witnesses are numerous
but voices arrive nowhere.
Many hold resentment
many feel victimised.
Many try winning it anyhow,
unaware of tryst being
eternal mate to be precised.
Life comes up, out of nowhere,
with novice amendments,
and takes no consent
for inserting provision
of uncertainity.
Darkness dispensed
is a punishment
in diguise affirmity.
Life is bit short
to do masters in its law.
Before convocating with degree
death is what it will bestow.
I wonder,
this is unlawful,
however so beautiful.
©schriftsteller_sakshiLife is bit short
to do masters in its law.
Before convocating with degree
death is what it will bestow.
©schriftsteller_sakshi -
suspicioushealer
116w
Read Morep.s - no offense for flowers �� everybody is beautiful, according to the shift of perspective!
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#ceesreposts #mirakee @writersnetworkWe can't learn from the flower,
Who's already in full bloom!
We can learn from the seed,
Who dared to break the soil
Suppressing it,
And the dormancy who forced it
To keep Hush!...
@ suspicious healer~ -
nazifa
100w
I love how petty issues hurt me
Then turns into pretty poetry.
©Nazifa -
He was a book full of poems
and I read him like a love story
©rumanrulesneverend -
Gratitude is the soul of happiness
©skhan7
