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Let's walk through the boulevard on a rainy night..
Then we'll share our Sunshines..!!
©kichu_christi -
पिता के पैसो में जितने मजे करने है ना
करलो..!!!
क्योंकि खुद के पैसों से बस जरुरतें पूरी होती है;
यह हमें ख्वाहिशें पालने की इजाजत नहीं देता ।
©kichu_christi -
You know what am afraid of...
Could have been..!!
Few years later..
I just don't want to say
I could have done things differently
©kichu_christi -
Yesterday I messaged my sister
Saying that I am feeling bit low
She suggested me to go out with someone close to refresh myself and cheer myself out..!!
Little did she know..
I do not have anyone close except her..!!
©kichu_christi -
Ever tried to suppress the voices in your head
By the noise around..??
Yea that shit devastate you.!!
©kichu_christi -
When the song played in that intense moment of operation mbbs s2
Tere sang na sahi par
Chalke dekhenge
Tere binn hi sahi hum
Jeeke dekhenge ..!!
We all remember the people
Whom we left behind or long gone
In pandemic
In lives
©kichu_christi -
kichu_christi
2w
Read MoreSUICIDE ; PLEASE DON'T..!!
Will that one reason be enough for you
To hang yourself on a rope..??
Perhaps my mom was wrong about that...
That the world is still living in hope..!!
Will that one reason be enough for you
To cut your wrist or to poise yourself..??
Your loved ones felt sorry for themselves
Since you can't reach out to them for help
You've got no idea what you took
When you finally gone or die..
Most of them will shed crocodile tears;
But very few will definitely cry..!!
Perhaps you'll just get one reason
To detach from the world
Or perhaps you've got thousand reasons to say goodbye..
Remember..!! That one reason is enough to ruin your day even though you've got thousand reasons to smile..
Just like that why can't you hold unto just one reason even though you've got thousand reasons to say goodbye..
Since the amazing things in life are yet to happen ..!!
You are yet to discover the feeling of what unfolds next
You call it an adventure and live it to your best
You are yet to discover your biggest fear
And yet to recognise your smallest triumph
You are yet to discover your mom's every shade..
It's not always that stays, but sometimes it's the colours that may fade..
You are yet to discover that one person who had a secret crush on you
Then you finally realise that you aren't worthless, but a charming one for few
You are yet to live all the adventures and another heartbreak
Just don't stop your voyage in fear
That your ship will wreck
More than all of these
You are yet to discover yourself
That how much bravery you've got inside you..
When you will count all the blisters and bruises at the end of your journey..
All the scars and hurt collected as trophies..
All the days when you decided to just breathe instead of giving up..
So whenever killing yourself or killing your soul crosses your mind..
Just count on you that you are yet to be discovered again and again..
And this bullshit called SUICIDE;
PLZ DON'T..!!SUICIDE..??
PLZ DON'T..!!
©kichu_christi -
Let's go on a golgappa date
And let's taste life together..!!
©kichu_christi -
Koi agar mujhe samaj le
Toh mujhe bhi samjha dena
- Unknown
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tengoku
6w
You left my home,
and suddenly I was homeless.
-Ananya -
tengoku
8w
Somewhere,
all writers wish for an empty mind,
some old brandy and a silent incomplete
prose,
to sleep on.
-Ananya -
I pass by a solemn tree
Oh how my mind aims to be free
I am crumpled,I do pollute
I am a gleam of disrepute
I adore you with my starry eyes
Starve you with my long goodbyes
I am a story of many pages
Probably a hymn of dazzled sages
In those summers sweet and brown
I catch your smiles like a clown
I am a guitar of broken strings
I am a bird with no wings
Stuck in an altar of shame
I am that star taking all the blame
I am a rose turned silly white
I am a pauper in delight
I am freedom like it used to be
Passing through a storm with a spirit of glee
I am an afterworld of breathful peace
Shattered in a gap of utter disbelief
I am a statuette of sleepless suffering
A writer writing with no ink
I am a tree getting torn apart
Failure that wants to start
I am a zephyr standing still
In your head I am the will
In those high places
I scatter and break into a million traces
I am rude and impolite
In quiet summers soft and bright
I am a world of scary disease
Trapped in a body of gentle peace
I am a whisper in deep hiraeth
A sailor out of breath
I am a storm of the unforseen future
A rainbow of pulchritudinous nature
-siddharthajana -
diplomaticqueen_
8w
Read MoreThe 21st Century
We hide behind our small screens
Suppressing loud screams
Our strong Facades.
Which shatter like glass
With the slightest drop
Happiness finds us at odd places
In a Like, a comment :
Tombstones replaced by trolls
Love letters by a right swipe
We trap petrichor in a bottle
and forget about the rain
We confine moments in frames
And don't look at them again
Buttons are our salvation
Too much information?
Abbreviations are our thing
Until they sting you on the wing
To be or not to be: Shakespeare said
He'd be on the phone in his bed
If Frost took the road not taken now,
Well, He'd end up in the future how?
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#wod #contemporaryWe fuse into trends
and neglect to make amends
Our eyes look empty and vain
With billion thoughts in our brain -
iofficialarmaan
26w
मेरी दर्द भरी शायरी में तुम मेरी बीती उम्र पढ़ लेना
अगर मर जो गया, एक दफा झूठा ही सही मुस्कुरा कर अफ़सोस कर लेना
@lifelines_quotes -
I aspire to be
a humanI inhale and the war of suffering begins
since the very first day when I opened my eyes.
I'm an unknown to this huge world of grief and joy,
not familiar with plots and tricks to live the life.
Carelessly resting in the lap of sleep,
crawling with dreams of flying in the sky.
I giggle, I cry without hiding my real face,
I weave fate in hands, draw my own lines.
While living between fantasies and lies,
soon I got acquainted with sorrow and pain.
Enthusiasm of change stuffed my bones but
burden bent my spine, blames dried my veins.
Then I entered in the ripening age of body,
where I learnt falling in love with falling apart.
I learnt hiding teary eyes beneath smiling faces,
and leaving people, home like shooting stars.
I welcome ageing with my open arms,
I love my grey and wrinkles more than anyone.
I do not wish anything except living till I stop breathing,
I only aspire to inhale and die as a soulful human.
But sometimes I lose faith in humanity,
when I see people going hard on their own souls,
after getting tired of things dragging them down.
How can you hurt someone living inside your bones?
-Ananya -
raghavendran
19w
No Double Standards Please
Writersnetwork. Thank you very much for reposting my poem. It is a great encouragement.
This poem is about those who practise double standards and those anti-feminists who denigrate and torture women without rhyme or reason including those who eliminate girl children at birth.
No Double Standards Please
Their actions are always antithetical,
And have ever been theatrical,
They don't practise what they preach
And forget what they preach with utmost ease.
The cow is worshipped as a goddess,
Uncared and left to roam nonetheless,
Once the udder is emptied in the morn,
The owner doesn't worry till the next dawn.
Unshepherded it gaily roams the streets,
And from the garbage dump merrily eats
What it is not supposed to, at any rate,
Suffering later because of what it ate.
Plastic strips several metres in length,
Gunny bags pulpy with stench,
The vets have removed from their stomach
And even they were dumbstruck.
The cows wander wherever they like
Treating the meadows or the highways alike,
They know not the lurking dangers
Or the speeding vehicle that their life enangers.
It is how they treat the cow
To whom people reverentially bow,
They do not practice what they preach
And forget what they preach with utmost ease.
Goddesses are worshipped with great fervour,
Festivals are held for them over and over,
Yet women are subjugated and ill-treated,
And many are with ill-humour treated.
When the first cry is that of a girl child,
Many become extremely wild,
They make the first cry the last one
Because it is not that of a son.
What they are blind to is the fact
That theirs is a condemnable act,
The girl could have been a celebrity,
Whose life was ended by cruel criminality.
A God has his consort embedded in his body
And both are worshipped by everybody,
They don't see the truth revealed by the God
That a woman is accepted as equal by the Lord.
But what we see in real life is different,
In flesh and blood women suffer affront,
But while sculpted in stone image
They receive all respect and homage.
A goddess is also a woman deified
And by faith or religion beatified,
Let no man ever this truth forget
And demean himself only to regret.
Should we in such contradictions revel?
We have a long way to travel
To reach the path of sanity,
It is time we disowned such absurdity.
Raghav R
09.12.2020
©raghavendran -
Dear stranger,
The more I look at you, you seem familiar to me,
but the more I accept you as a familiar one,
you act like them,
aloof.
©a_ayushi -
aaditya
34w
write me about all the painful part,
the lips that kissed your poet heart.
write me about the love that never slept and died,
and the boy who first called you exquisite.
write me all the scars and the mark on your chin,
and why all the love stories you dreamt, did not begin.
write me about person with whom you are apart,
but read his words like two pages of a closed book in the dark.
©aaditya -
kaetkey
43w
Read MoreMaybe some words are
meant to be forgotten
for the sake of feelings
attached to them.
Maybe some feelings are
meant to be remembered
for the sake of forgotten people
and forgotten words
attached to them.
Maybe some people are
meant to be remembered
as forgotten ones.
©_hessa_
PS: I'll still say ‘Maybes’ aren't trustworthy.Maybe years later,
it won't be the
things that got washed off in rain
but the things that remained behind
after the shower
which will remind you
of ‘that’ rain.
Maybe it won't be the dust
but the life in leaves.
It won't be the faded watercolours
but the coffee stains on your journal.
It won't be the hate on your skin
but the love that penetrated deep.
Maybe it won't be the rain then
but the memories that'll shower on you
again in the form of unfamiliar drops
but composed of the same water
that evaporated years ago.
©_hessa_
