Miraquill
Main duniyaa ki saari khushiyaa apne aachal mein samet kar tumhare liye laaya karti hu,
Kabhi meri khushi ka bhi khyaal rakh lia karo na...
Bin kuch kahe tumhari har baat samajh jaaya karti hu,
Kabhi tum bhi meri khamoshi padh lia karo na...
Tumhari har pasand na-pasand tumse behtar jaan leti hu,
Kabhi tum bhi meri pasand ka khyaal kar lia karo na...
Main har kadam par saath chalne ki koshish karti hu
Kabhi tum bhi ruk kar mere kadam se kadam mila lia karo na...
Main apne dukh, apne aasu,
sab bhul jaati hu jab tum takleef mein hote ho,
Kabhi mere saath baithkar tum bhi do aasu baha lia karo na...
Zindagi k har mukaam par main khudko sabse aakhir mein rakhti hu,
Kabhi tum mujhe sabse pehle rakh lia karo na...
Andar se kitni bhi tut jau, tumhare saath pathhar ki tarah majboot bankar khadi rehti hu,
kabhi moum ki tarah tumhari bahoon mein mujhe bhi pighal jaane ka mauka dia karo na...
Main saarey rang bhar deti hu tumhari zindagi mein,
Kabhi tum bhi apne pyaar se mujhe rang dia karo na...
Pakad leti hu kass k haath tumhara jab akela mehsus karte ho,
Akeli main bhi hojaati hu kabhi kabhi,
Tab tum bhi gale se laga lia karo na...
Ta umaar Saare rishtey nibhate nibhate khud main hi kho jaati hu,
Kabhi tum mujhe mujh se hi dhund laaya karo na..
Har din tumhari saadgi ka jashn manati hu main,
Kabhi meri maujudgi ka ehsas hai tumhein, bus itna sa keh dia karo na,
Bus choti choti khwahishein hai meri,
Kabhi tum bhi inhein mere saath pura kar lia karo na..
Bus tum bhi saath pura kar lia karo na...
~ ©Sharwari
#HappyWomensDayToMe
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..a lil Rain; a lil Sunshine.. just here to pen down grace in words
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khola_hawa
84w
Read MoreThe Fault in Our Stars
You bloom like a flower
each day,incessantly
in the empty canvas
of my mind
as the brushes of nostalgia
Taint you with strokes of black and white.
But, I have stopped using colours these days;
Warm summer winds
as they strike the canvas
smell rusty ,little smoky too
like it did that fateful day ,
as my eyes flash
Your ghostly grin
gasping and struggling
for the last ounce of breath ;
I feel too much these days
suffocation and abandonment
puncture my lungs
and hope is somewhere
engraved in the arid landscapes
of torment and wails.
I cannot use crimson any longer
as the haunting memories of red
still spill your blood
Against the pristine white wall
and each day I die along with you ;
Yet, You haven't changed...
You Bloom like a flower
Each day, even without rain
And I cannot help
But cherish your parched soul
Collecting them as a
Souvenir.
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@writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #wod #changetheworld #pod
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sarbari_thinks
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dusky_dawn
120w
Read More3a.m is usually my escape to a world where my downfalls doesn't exist,Where my voice doesn't get choked up with the poems that are living within my body for the last few years.I walk on the independent lanes with my hair open and a crop top exposing my lifeless body to this wind and my legs crave for this kind of exposure where they don't need the permission to breathe and run freely breaking the chains holding the ankles in it's deadly grip.I stumble, I fall but the wind,the bats screaming in the silence of night, the blinding streetlights not blinding me, the racing trees and the running roads multiply my cravings to feel the freedom of the night, to feel alive just for once even if it means it's the last night where I'd feel this way before retiring off from this cruel world just like mom always say "Humans are cruel but not all" But surprisingly I met the ones who held the crown of cruelness but at the same time honey dripping off them from every angle.They are way more dangerous than the cruel ones who never sugarcoated me and punched me tightly in the face but at least I always knew that I was going to get punched everytime I'll come across them. But with the ones offering me candies wrapped in hatred I don't even know from where the punch will knock me off the first time or the first would be the last time of me breathing in black and blue.
"Stop chewing those sleeping pills as if they are some candy" These long lost sentences travel from various known/Unknown mouths."Moving around the club with a tag of careless woman.I try to chew off the hatred radiating off the bodies that hate my freedom of roaming around late at night. But they'll never know what cravings for freedom feel like. How you woke up every night with a hope that the hour about to visit you will bring a bouquet of poems full of freedom and existence for you. How you dig in those midnight ice cream bowls just to numb the tongue that whisper "Negativity will prevail around you. Nothing else."How you let your body to feel the coldness on a freezing winter night just because for you that's freedom-Freedom to let your body be free of one's control. Those sweaty bodies will never know how it feels what punches of ignorance feels like. You share the same air with them yet they won't feel bad while choking you taking away the only source of air of freedom from you because "Humans are cruel but not all" What "All" includes??And who comes under the "The Cruels" I wish they'd come with a pre warning or a badge of being cruel.It'll be easy if the consequences are expected.
©dusky_dawn
#gowritersblockgo
Bg credits -Neither it's clicked by me nor I painted it. And I am not the girl in bg. It's Pinterest ��What do you want??
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soulfulstirrings
120w
Read MoreCherry blossoms are a symbolic flower of the spring, a time of renewal, and the fleeting nature of life. Their life is very short. After their beauty peaks around two weeks, the blossoms start to fall.
They are symbolized as an omen of good fortune, an emblem of love and affection .
#random #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty
Image credit to the rightful owner .Sakura
She is ...
A fleeting moment .
Filled with roseate hues ...
Unfurling ...
Like an aubade song .
/Am I love that's in the air ?
Or hope that bounces back after despair ?
Darling .. I am nothing yet everything .
I am life.. that's withering.. yet blooming/
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sarbari_thinks
121w
OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN
Being in someone else's shoes,
I witnessed the world, they view,
their imperfect dreams,
their ways of living,
and how far they can go
to sow the seeds of their diligence.
Being there with the painstaker,
I witnessed one of their nights.
The dark circles
smothering their eyes
aren't merely
a sign of some sleepless nights,
but a result of burden,
burden of tomorrow's pressure,
and of an aspired future.
Being there I noticed,
that the functioning
of the humankind is a two way road,
there are always two sides of a coin,
a yes and a no,
a right and a wrong,
a to-do and a not-to-do,
an aim and a profit,
a reason and an excuse.
Being with the rogue
I came to know that,
they aren't willingly miscreant,
their inability to lead a happy life
with acceptance from others,
motivates them in a wrong direction
in order to make things right.
Being in their shoes,
I saw how unmerciful they can be,
for the sake of feeding their family.
Their behaviour becomes inhumanly,
whenever it's time to be kind
to their loved ones.
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गहनो के पुराने डब्बे में ,
गुस्से से झाँकती है, मेरी पायल l
पैरो में मेरे सजकर ,
तुम्हारी तारीफों को तरसती है ,मेरी पायल l
सलवार में पल पल उलझ कर ,
तुमसे सुलझना चाहती है, मेरी पायल l
रुनझुन रुनझुन बजकर ,
तुम्हारे लिए गुनगुनाती है, मेरी पायल l
हाथो की छुअन को बेसब्र ,
तुम्हारे छुते ही शर्मा जाती है ,मेरी पायल l
ताउम्र मेरे पैरो में बांधकर ,
तुम्हारी मुस्कराहट बनना चाहती है, मेरी पायल l
दूरियां जब हो जाए हमारे दरमियान
नज़दीकिया तब याद दिलाना चाहती ,मेरी पायल l
आँखों की हर ख़ामोशी पढ़कर ,
तुम्हारी गवाह ऐ मोहब्बत बनना चाहती है ,मेरी पायल l
©eshaandpen -
milind_ek_kavi
124w
Read More@mausiqii_ तुझ्या बाबांचा(सासऱ्यांचा) निरोप
एक स्वर्गीय पिता का अपनी बेटी को लिखा हुआ पत्र जब वो उन्हें याद कर रही है उनकी पुण्यतिथि पर। हिंदी अनुवाद शीघ्र ही ...प्रिय बेटा
तुला माझी आठवण येते मला पण तुझी फार आठवण येते पण काय करणार आपलाल्या आता कधीच भेटता येणार नाही.
मी आहे न तुझ्या मनात त्या घरात जेथे तू असते माझी बेटी,
तुझा हाथ पकडून तुला कुशीत घेऊन मी असतो ग, तुझ्या जवळ, तू झोपली की रोज पांघरूण पण तुला घालतो,सकाळी तुला रोज उठवतो मी, मी अजूनही तिथेच आहे तुझ्या जवळ तू विचार कर मला शोध जसे लहानपणी तू शोधत होती कधी दाराच्या मागे कधी पलंगाच्या खाली लपलेला,माझ्या तिथे होण्याची जाणीव तुला नक्कीच होईल,मी आहे.
तुला मी कीर्ती च्या वाटेवर नेणार तुझा हाथ धरून जसे लहानपणी तुला घेऊन बागेत जात होतो तसाच ग, तू खूप खूप मोठी हो मनाने, कामाने, आणि किर्तीने,
मी आहेच तुझ्या सोबत, खुश रहा हसतं रहा
तुझा बाबा
©milind_ek_kavi -
Some stories are meant to die in the interval rather than reaching till the end.
©dusky_dawn
(N.M) -
insidesarahsmind
127w
Don't leave me
for my flavours
And come back
complaining
about the aftertaste
©insidesarahsmind
