Crumbled papers all the way Fake attempts to write poems Aha, Something about you? Yeah , but couldn't. Not because 'we' are hard to explain. My broken nib drives circles Under the broken street light, & these little shadows grow with time.
I love how 'puzzled' we were, How we spent times to solve The problems like tangled Headphones holding scars.
I love the way you loved the things I hated about my heart. Let's fall for each other again. Like we did when we didn't know much.
I love the way we used to look While holding hands. I know it wasn't only September When the last Lilies bloomed back, Two hearts beating aside, But still there's a gap.
Blowing breeze within the rod bars Fallen leaves carrying memories, No more here. You're not here. Void room never felt so rare.
Can you be mine again? But this time we'll never make That 'forever' promise pain.
̶A broken jar of blue hope. Grey ocean in my eyes. Red acrylic through the veins. Sparkling glitters of expectations. Two spoons of bitter pain. Sweet mist of memories. Texts having "goodbyes" Five drops of rain. Black ashes of agony. Butterflies in the ribcage. One buckets of scattered pages. A bunch of sick roses. Crying poems inside the head. White pallette holding dry colours. ~An unfinished cynical canvas. ~A soul solving twisted life equations.
Finally my first POD is here after four years. I'm really grateful for giving me this honor. Thank you so so much @miraquill
Thank you so much my dear ones for your every wish❤️ and to be with me in my happiness. I apologize sincerely because it's really difficult for me to take out time to reply each one. I'm grateful to you all
Inspired by If I could tell you by WH Auden, though this is nowhere close to it's beauty :-) @maiatamarain You made me write, thank you! :-)
Time is our friend as well as a betrayer, It won't last when you need it the most, and when you're aching, each second is the slowest. Who said time is the bestest teacher? Did it teach you that forever is a lie? If I could hate anything in life, it would be change.
What if nature loses it's sheen, when the leaves wilt, when the rivers run dry, when the flowers wither away, when the sun never rises, when wind becomes a dead sound, when the moon never shows it's luminous face?
What if people's feelings change? like in the summers, when they no longer love the sun, like the freezing winters when they turn cold to you, or what if they abandon you like the fallen autumn leaves or like a fellow flower, jealous of your spring?
What if I say this world you live in was never your home? You'll never feel at home as we don't belong anywhere, not even to ourselves. You may say you're a wanderer, but would you admit you're a nomad with no no home to go to?, for home is not a place, but a sense of certainty, of feelings and people you are certain of.
If change is a kingdom, I'm the fallen prisoner, change lives on a throne, and forever is it's slave, change is death, change is life, and betwixt lives the momentary forevers, but if I could tell you one thing, even those forevers is a lie!
Hello everyone hope you still remember me? Sorry for going like that but this break was much needed finally I'm doing good extremely thankful to all good wishes and love you guys gave me. Life update- got adm in engineering college. Will be starting new phase of life soon by God's grace. ❤
i wanted to write so I did... This doesn't makes much sense but i will try to be active now and gain some good inspiration to continue writing after reading you all ❤ @writersnetwork@miraquill tagging you guys feels so good tbh!! #wod#combination
As soon as the sun goes down The sky starts wearing the Colour of the glamorous night I rush to the terrace with the Diary of mine to write something For you with peace all around And under the moon's light
When i find lack of words I look straight up at the stars Their twinkle allots me Some beautiful metaphors To make my poetry alive forever!
Crying in a balcony Need someone's shoulder to lend Watching every light sparking out I know that I'm not perfect but, I can myself I know that I'm having lots of friends But you can't understand me now, You told me you'd never leave but Sometimes i felt my heart is heavy It's pull me to the voice of your mouth And now I stopped drinking Cuz it reminds me about your sounds And now I'm stop sleeping Cuz when i sleep you are around I never think you'll leave but unfortunately Its what got in my pound. But i got you honest with baby I drew My confessions are which stated as worthless and now thinking I'm dizzy in my own thoughts which comes in the quantity of thousands in some minutes...
You are weak until you realise Your inner potential. And it becomes your strength once you know how to channelise this energy into something meaningful .
You are weak until you realise You're enough being who you are, What you do is enough and what you have is enough. It becomes your strength when you accept yourself the way you are and you work for making yourself content and proud firstly .
You are weak until you realise That you don't need to define or change yourself for anyone. You just have to be the better version of yourself by learning from your past mistakes .
You are weak until you realise You are not supposed to be the one who should be seen as a coward. And it's best if you help other people to live with dignity too.