When two people are together for a long period of time, they invent the language of eyes, the language of expression and some strange but beautiful words which no one understands except these two souls. .
It's really hard to forget this language when the relation breaks. And it's not just about the relation, its about the deep connection you had, its about the habits you had developed during those beautiful years together, its about you had gotten to know about each other families, relatives, ancestors, cast, creed everything. .
And, the toughest part is, when you are no longer together you unintentionally speak those words, your words, and they hurt, they hurt badly because they hit you with the memories. .
I have not forgotten the flowers you used to send, I have not forgotten your good morning and Good night longs texts. I have not forgotten your name, I have not forgotten your fragrance, I have not forgotten your expressions, I have not forgotten the way you dress up, I have not forgotten the way you express yourself, I have not forgotten the way you used to keep your hands on my cheeks and pamper, I have not forgotten the way you used to hold my hand, I have not forgotten the softness of your lips, I have not forgotten the way you used to pull me towards you and hug me, I I have not forgotten. I have not forgotten. I remember you, rest I keep forgetting and thats ok. ..
Every time you lie, it breaks me up, and you think it saves you but do you know it destroys my believe in love, my believe in humanity, my believe in people. . Ask yourself why you lie to the one whom you once loved the most, whom you cared the most, whom you pampered the most. . Baby! hold me before the spark between us fade away, I want you.
Sometimes, I wonder if ever we see each other again, would be able to speak up confidently? Would you be able to chin up? Would you be able to look into my eyes? Would you able to answer my questions without hesitation? May be you'll speak up with stories but trust me I wont be able to see you being ashamed again. .
It does not matter to the one who never loved you, and it matters to the one who always loved you. And unfortunately I’m the latter one until i completely fall out of love. ..
I don’t understand that Leaving someone and telling the new one the same day that “you complete me”, it sounds weird because it demonstrates that you might not love the new one and just lying or you might not have been in love with the old one.
I cant get you forcefully though sometimes i feel like crossing all limits but Then I start thinking about you and try to control my emotions but do you know they are so strong and they hurt me badly and there is only one reason behind them that I don’t have you. . . . You don’t tell anything to me about you because You fear that I keep falling deeper and deeper for you but tell me why you even care? . . I will prefer to be dead by my feelings rather than making you sad, because you’re more important than anything in the world, you are so special to me, the closest rose to my heart you are
Everyday When I wake up, I check my phone whether you have texted me or not, and when there is no message I get disappointed, because it destroys my morning happiness and freshness. . . Still, I get up from my bed with the weird expressions, may be angry may be sad, and thinking why you had not sent me any text, may be a simple good morning text would have been sent. And then I think May be she was busy but then how come that busy that she did not even see her phone? . Though Deep down i know the truth but still I lie to myself, that she might have stuck somewhere or she might have something really important to do... but still... one simple text? Does it take long?.. . And do you know I have all the correct answers but still I make myself believe that all of them are wrong...
It makes me feel so so good when the devil version of yours get annoyed, you look cute though and I always feel like holding you but the problem is you live in my imagination. . . Do you know I really wanted to touch you. I wanted to hold you. I wanted to see you smiling in front of me live. I wanted to see you blushing. I wanted you to look into my eyes and see the spark. I wanted you to have your eyes on while I’m getting on me knees and holding a Rose and Proposing you with the heart shaped Ring. I wanted to.
कुछ खो के लिखा मैने । कुछ पा के लिखा मैने इस कलम को । अक्सर आँसुओं में डुबो के लिखा मैंने कभी मिली नसीहत मुझे । कभी वाह-वाही मिली अपने ग़मों को । अक्सर शब्दों में संजो के लिखा मैंने . लिख दू आज सारी दर्द भरे दिल कि बाते । तो फिर सुनिए कुछ प्यार की अनकही बाते . कुछ जीते हुए एहसास लिखूँ या हारि हुई तकलीफे लिखूँ या तेरे लिये जिँदगी से मौत तक का सारा प्यार लिखूँ . वो डूबते सुरज को देखूँ या मुरझाए फूलो की सांस लिखूँ वो खुशिओं मे बीते साल लिखूँ या तेरे बिना बिताई सदियो भरी लम्बी राते लिखूँ . झील सा गहरा हो जाऊं या आश्मा का विस्तार लिखूँ मै तुझे अपने पास लिखूँ या दिल से निकलते दर्द का एहसास लिखूँ . वो पहली पहली तुझे पाने कि प्यास लिखूँ या भरी महफिल मे वीरान कर दे वो पहला प्यार लिखूँ सावन की बारिश मे आती बौछार लिखूँ या मैं आंखों की बरसात लिखूँ . कुछ बिन तेरे बीते हुए लम्हे लिखूँ या जिँदगी मे तेरे बिन आते खोफ़ को लिखूँ तुझ बिन सांसें लेना है मुश्किल ये लिखूँ या पल-पल तेरी यादों मे मरता हुँ वो लिखूँ . रात को पलकों मे आकर तुम बैठ जाते हो वो लिखूँ या तन्हा छोड़कर मुझको रुला गये वो लिखूँ . महफ़ूज़ रखता हुँ मै तुझे अपनी हर एक याद मैं वो लिखूँ या फिर तुझ बिन बिखरी हुई जिँदगी का आलम लिखूँ . वाक़िफ था मैं तेरी हर एक बात से वो लिखूँ या फिर नही रहा अब मेरा कोई नाता दिन और रात से वो लिखूँ . हर लम्हा तड्पा हुँ तुम बिन मै वो लिखूँ या हर लम्हे मे तेरे लिये कितने आँसु बहाये हैं मैंने वो लिखूँ या जिंदा हुँ आज भी तेरे एहसास मे वो लिखूँ या आँखो के सुख्ते आँसुओ का समुंदर वो लिखूँ तू ही बता मेरे हमसफर मै आज क्या लिखूँ . या फ़िर तू ही बता उन लम्हों को कैसे ज़िन्दा करूं जिन्मे मै तुझे लिखूँ तू ही बता सांसें मै फ़िर से लूँ ओर पल-पल ना मरूं . पता नहीं कोनसी दुनिया में खो गया हूँ मैं वो लिखूँ या फिर प्यार की कश्टी में बैठ साहिल की खोज में सो गया हूँ मैं वो लिखूँ . थक गया हूँ प्यार की तलाश में मै वो लिखूँ या फिर ज़िंदगी से रुठ गया हूँ मैं महोब्बत की खराश में वो लिखूँ
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Time of the past moves to my future, Covered by my solace wrapped in a illusion, As my heart is in suture, In a mist of my misery and confusion. . Upon I love on these lands, Hours, minutes, and days alone to think, In wishful kisses and tenderly holding hands, The registry and reality of its impact makes my heart deeply sink. . There will be for us, no tomorrow, There will be no us in days, Only my sorrow, In my heart and soul is where my sadness plays. . My own tender softness in comfort is in my solace so silent and agile, Dreams built on sand that does not last, Another heartbreak for my heart was never tough but fragile, Another dream that does not come true today so true it was in my past. . I hear my tears drop by drop fall, Each has a name of a shattered dream of you and me, Each drop silently makes my world crawl, I feel my eyes water so tenderly, each etched in a broken eternity. . No more of the bright nights in my thoughts, No more of kisses lasting for so long in time, For what broken love has brought, For life is a sad song with no rhyme. . I dug my own heart's grave, Oh I love again and I did not see, In my comfort in my solace my heart I must save, For loving someone who does not love me. : ; I seek not of the flame, for I dwell in the darkness. I Need not write my message into the bottle and throw it upon the shores, Upon the waves of the wide ocean, only to have it sink my message of love. . I am but a simple man, seeking love. Who am I, Even in a delusion I know who I am, even if false. Giving here, giving there,,both get All of me. What's left after I give, A shell of me. A man who gives..bye to any chance. Feeling as I am a container that leaks within to a silence. . What am I but: Stardust that fell into a black hole. I light in world fake and white , I am the empty space only letting others shine. . Once my identity was revealed by the twinkle in your eyes. the flower I held was true of beauty. My voice heard in your soft hands on my face. I remember my feet danced to your heart beat looking at our home... The scars I feel on my back, The home of the wings you gave feeling I could fly higher for you..so you would be proud of me, of us. . Without you my dear...I am just a shell..a corpse alive...in search of answers. : : The choir of daylight has sung, All at rest, the night sings beautiful silence, all showers off the hardness of the day, The dirt, the pollution of words not wanting to hear. My love, take your naked hands and come to me, Let your palm begin where my skin ends, Let your wide eyes begin where my soul is the deepest for you. For my melted heart is yours. . You know how it is; You and I are not man and woman, nor two in love, We are those, yes. But we are the sum, the totality of life and love. I remember my dear, I remember, your homeless heart just laying in your chest, not fed with love Starving and thirsty of a soul, cold with no arms to hold at night fears with no ear to share with And I give her a home. In my chest..fed with love warmth with arms to hold ears to listen to your fears. We both starved in blood and stars, Seeking one, seeking the wind that echoes whispers. Come with your naked palms, Come let me get your heart out of the cold, and give her a home in mine. : : You sit, Magical in the way you play your piano, I feel your sadness making sweet love to those keys With your gentle fingers that touched my face. I feel your fingers, I feel the music, I feel you Softly swimming in my heart. . I watch silently My heart is still in sadness and love for you Your eyes reveal infinite love Your smile shows what beauty is. Your beautifully loving tears sing the songs never sang in your heart. And they must be beautiful songs. . As I hear the music. For your joys never shared with another, afraid no one would listen. My tears dance my love, my darling, with yours. . I am hearing you from inside. That vacant house you play Of love. Now filled by me. Now filled by 'we' . Over time of pain, now over time of love I listed to you, playing the piano as your soul gently makes love to the black and white keys. As you make love to my heart. : : The path of the Moons rise, Is set, The Rise of the morning glory in the Sun, Is set, But have we shared, Anything of value yet? . Trying to comprehend, What you say, Trying to fix and mend, Things gone wrong, before it goes away. . Eyes so focused, limited in view, Not hearing a word said, Not knowing what to say to you, Not listening, only speaking what's in your heart and head. . Many flowers grow, In the fields of gardens that yields, Others also know, So you don't have to put up your shields. . There is more than one way to skin a cat, There is more than one type of hat, There are other points of view, Not only the thinking of you. . You say right, I say left, no where it seems we have met, Then you say left, and I agree and say right, But your mind seems set, Turning into another fight. . Why? Then we seem to cry, Always saying, we never did lie. . Words used against each other in an attack, Seems to be the choice, Offensive maneuvers never giving any slack, With weapons, called our voice. . Used by our hearts, Even as we fall apart. Even daily, wishing for a brand new start. . It's never too late until it's too late, Dear, Let's think, be reasonable and wait. Let the pain reside, Let the love no longer hide, Stay, stay my dear, by my side. : : What in the world happened to my life? Once I was flying Seemingly out of no where My life feels like it is dying. . How can I handle all this drama? Loving and caring, everyone seems to dump on me Pain, bitter fights I just want to sing so tenderly. . The terms they use Going into realms of abuse I don't want or care Wishing, hoping and praying Not wanting to go there. . One side say this another says that It seems I am caught in the middle Not wanting to take side It is me they play as a fiddle. . The Rose is split Feel my heart torn by their hate They don't give any love They don't seem to appreciate. . What I have done for them In name of being a friend Just wanting everything To come to end. . Tired of the calls to me Telling me lies Cause in the end All I know, are the goodbyes. : : I am just a man, No more, no less. . Scattered among the ashes of time, blown away memories I once exiled from my heart, Sometimes comes back and haunts me. As weed as poison ivy. Leaving the ravages and venom of the past On my skin. . Now and then a songs comes back My soul dances to, Alone, with my dancer in my heart. Memories disguised as now in time. The brief smile comes, And if I'm lucky last a entire day. . For I am no more and no less then what You see. The fragility of life we try to seek Answers to questions we will never find. I am just a man, No more no less..
HALF-BROKEN HEART : I'm staring at a white blank page. Do I write my bleeding heart or do I whisk up pretty words in the shape of bleeding hearts. One would be a beautiful picture, a thousand broken words hidden in a beautiful portrait. The other would be a puzzle. a question unanswered more questions with jaded answers.A hole. a loss. a remembering. a forgetting. a loving, an abandoning. That one would be pretty bloody. bloody Un pretty. misunderstood. unread. I'm staring at a white sky. Wondering "Where's the poetry?". You know, the cracks. a darkness that paints stars to go on being light the half-broken heart. the weariness. the tears. the screams. the loneliness. the Un pretty that's far beyond beautiful,that's worlds beyond stunning. I'm looking into your eyes and wondering why my soul looks so pretty in blue. It doesn't look pretty in mine. it doesn't know if I'd be fine. They only know I loved you, once upon a time. They just know that I was broken once upon that time. When your eyes meet mine. my silence breaks into poems. In being lost. I have found that love is a drug with blue eyes and a pulse. and my addiction makes me wonder what beauty looks like in the eyes of the blind. I close my eyes and call it "escape",and in those moments. I run away from everything. When I open my eyes. I'm staring at a white iris. that has bled many sunlights with my half-broken heart Our eyes are silent. yet speak a hundred languages written on a cracking wall. Oh. we had no words left but our silence. : : HELL AND HEAVEN ON THE EMOTIONS : Your eyes pull out light from my dark soul And every moment with you transcends transcendental memories. Your love has been my heaven. Holding me closely in your arms our heartbeats remind me that God exists. I wonder if you are human or an angel And ask if this is what immortality feels like. You smile softly and then I see it. I see hell in your smile. A hell in which the sun sets never to rise again. You showed me your demons I showed you mine. I wondered if we would ever heal or if time was just as broken too and asked if this was what mortality felt like. You held my face in your hands and raised it long enough for me to see, a sun rising never to set again. You smiled gently and then I saw it. Hell was the absence of love and I had become your heaven. And then you saw it help you were mine as well. You sit alone with the Lonely crowd inside you All they have to say are Words that slit your soul To bleed in eternal silence You remember the happiness You once found in a moment You somehow lost to memories All that is left in your hands Is a sadness that's Drawn four lines across each palm It's the only map you have And all its roads lead to nowhere You close your eyes and All you see is darkness Yet your mind sees a light so bright It blinds your fears But your broken wings Cannot carry you high enough To be touched by it Your rib is cracking And your heart is falling out Everything beats faster in one final Full stop I see me clearly through your eyes I'd trade in all the words to be silent in your arms Joy feels like light, it's beautiful but it's created Sorrow feels like darkness, it's ugly but it's creating I've felt it all - the sun and the moon The fire in my blood The frost in my bones I've seen it all - the lightning and the rainbow The sparkle in your eyes The last heartbeat of my hope I've heard it all - the thunder and the silence The breaking of my heart The numbing of my soul I've been it all - the star and the midnight Yet all I want is to be with you Through the daylights and endless nights I want to sit with you in an abandoned house and still feel at home. : : NUMB : What hurts the most is that nothing hurts anymore. You're just gone. I'm just here alone. Poetry is just words. Words are just souls. Souls screaming out in silence. The silence thinks it's silent yet speaks in more languages than words ever could translate. I'm so used to love destroying everything it creates that my heart has learned to love only the things that annihilate me. The truth is I still love you. I once loved you and still love you and will forever love you, because my soul never remembers to forget you. What hurts the most is that I'll never forget you. I remember that... and nothing hurts anymore. . The promise of forever is lost in time The lonely sound of your voice is frozen in light And times only fade into time And every second hand ticks your name into mine How could I forget you With your surname ticking in my chest With my pieces writing whole poems with your heart I swear I wanted only to be silence But this pain writes words only to your silence Like a desert pens poetry to rain I see your beauty before your sun, I remember to glow, I forget to grow I am a moon I am a shadow I am a sun Despairing for tomorrow. , Sometimes where I want to go to is where I'm running from. Most times the things I love the most are the things that hurt most. I dust this sad moment to find joy in a memory. Everything aches especially time. I wonder if time heals what time breaks. I'm a wound, and you are time. When I found you out of breath running away from me, I told you to take a deep breath, to take in all of me you wanted. I let you go like a soul leaving its skin. Not without hesitation, not without a scar. Imagine the letters a desert writes to rain, listen to the dialogue between a bird and its cage. Those were our goodbyes, those were our hello, again. All we ran away from, we ran into. : :
INNER FEELINGS : The people who love the lives they live The people who live the lives they love The people who love to live The people who live to love. The people left when love leaves The love left when people leave The leaving of people who love The loving of people who leave. The life letting go love lovers loss lost live The people who leave the ones they love The people who love the ones that leave. I know where nowhere is I know where nowhere leads It's the place you go when you Have nothing left to lose but you. You will try to hold on to your beauty, and no matter how hard you try, it will let you go. You will try to lose your soul, and in spite of how hard you try, it will never let you go. I see your skin stained by letters and apologies, And I wonder what it is that makes your soul bleed, I see all the self-destruct buttons you hide as the rain washes your skin, And I wonder how I can make my umbrella cover your fractured soul. I'm penning oceans with the raindrops you left inside me. I would rather be broken by you than be whole without you. All I ever wanted was to share my every breath with you. Buried deep beneath this hurt is a promise to love you, forever. Until that day when the sun sleeps in the east and awakes in the west, I'll set in pain and arise in the rain. I am Depression is like waking up and opening the blinds because your plants need sunlight. But it's 8pm. It's always 8pm and you keep apologizing for it." Love is a wanderer who builds homes in people You would walk past love if you saw her She looks nothing like your poems She's just a wanderer with an ocean in her eyes And a worn-out story. I spent the moments of my life writing the memories of my life. and so I wrote back, with all the pain inside me.
So how did you propose her? They asked? She was so beautiful that I could not take my eyes off her, I just went to her trembling ,falling, and fumbling, could not speak a word however I requested her to keep her hands on my chest and feel if she is the missing part of my heart? "can we complete each other" I asked. She responded blushingly that there is sensation and vibration in my heart. I can sense that your heart has a magnet pulling my heart out forcefully to be glued with yours. My feelings are so bizarre, strong and uncontrollable. Further she mentioned that hugging you would be like one of my temptations, holding your hands would be like soft crashing of waves or like the sun appears on a freezing cold season and kissing you would be like achieving immortality. "Can I expect loyalty? Never ending love? A small shack? A cute, mix and match features baby of ours? And a promise to fulfil each other dreams?" She questioned. Then I replied.. I will only shine with your smile, the mixture of your lips, your eyes, your nose, your eyes and my complexation baby we will have, caring you would be my favourite subject and loving you would be my close to heart interest. Eventually, we lost in each other eyes, time froze for few minutes and then I took a step ahead, kissed her forehead, took her in my arms and proclaimed "I love her" : : MY LIFE'S RELATED FEELINGS : Sometimes it feels like you're so popular in my heart that you really don't need me. You have so many people on your side, none the least But please know that I'm still looking forward to the day where we can say that we did it. Against all odds, we remained the lover throughout high school,and college, And I want you to know that I wouldn't be here without you. This torrent of emotions that I've basically shoved on you this last 2 year and a half have all been an after effect of how grateful I am to have someone as amazing as you by my side. And even though we have only been couple for about five years, I am so happy I have someone that I can honestly say I trust. Thank you for being there for me. Thank you for putting up with me. Thank you for accepting me, and thank you so much for trusting me right back my love. I am so glad I made the mistake of talking to you in few hour that day. My life hasn't been the same. I was always there for you hundred percent but you've changed so much. I feel like this person that you are now is actually the real you. I'm not sure if I really want to be best lover with the real you hurts me to know that all my caring for you has gone to waste. You think that if she does break you I would come running to your side to fix things like I always didhellip; but now I just don't know if I could bring myself to do that. I feel used. The ironic part is that we both expressed to each other that we always end up getting used by people. In this case, you ended up using me. You said you wouldn't know what to do without me. Well, I'm still here. Where are you? "You're gone, gone, gone away I watched you disappear. All that's left is the ghost of you. Now we're torn, torn, torn apart there's nothing we can do, just let me go we'll meet again soon. Now wait, wait, wait for me. Please, hang around. I'll see you when I fall asleep." I just wanted to say that even though I've gone you still mean so much to me and I care so much about our relationship because you are the best lover I could ever ask for. I can call you up and tell you anything, you give the best at advice and listening and understanding. I feel like i can tell you anything and it's like we are family. You have always been there for me and we have the best times. You are literally like my hurt feelings who brings the best out in me. I know that we are both busy and struggle to find to talk all the time but I know that you haven't forgotton me and I want to stay in touch forever because when you find such a special lover ? you never want to lose them. To the loveliest, funniest, craziest and most beautiful best lover in the world I love you with all my heart and you mean the world to me, please don't forget.. I hope so you are back to my arms nd hold my hands forever : : MY BROKEN : You are my first You are my last You are my breath And I will love you with my broken . You have my heart You drum its beat You take my hand And I will dance with you with my broken . You are my song You are my scream You are my silence And I still love you with my broken . You are my home You are my shelter You are my storm And I will hold on to you with my broken . You are my friend You are my lover You are my wound And I will write you with my broken . You are my scar You are my peace You are my war And I will fight for you with my broken . You are my wings You are my winds You are my sky And I will fly to you with my broken . You are my saviour You are my shield You are my sword And I will worship you with my broken . You are my pure You are my passion You are my pain And I will touch you with my broken . You are my faithful You are my pardon You are my transgression And I forgive you with my broken . You are my one You are my only You are my all And I have loved you with my broken. : : Come closer to me, I'm afraid, Confusion sets in, For the world I made. . Come closer to me, Hear me whisper my thoughts, Wanting so much, wanting so little, In this world of have and have nots. . Why do some seem to have it all? I see them happy, I see them smile all day, Why when they smile, My happiness seem to fade away? . Why does it seem I have nothing at all? Confusion sets in, Often paralyzed, Not knowing where to begin? . Come closer to me, I don't know what to do, I ask, Please let me come closer to you. . For a hug, For a ear, For a tender caring, My dear. . This weight in my shoulders, Heavy as the biggest boulders, Mind just races, Often seeing different faces... Of life, Of humanity, Of good and bad..... So much to do, in so little time, So much to think of, Tired, I don't have time for love. : Come closer to me, Let me find peace, Demands often I wish, Would cease. . This world I live in, With my confusion, I smile, outside, I cry inside, All you see is a illusion. . Come closer to me, I need you so desperately, A hug, a smile...you, My remedy. .. Come, come closer to me. I need you to feel, So I may..heal.
Hey Angel I'm your lover the whole life Men to men Looking for love to seek Who will win your heart? Why You have a new feae in every second of life But something is wrong inside, you don't want to admit your falling apart The soul is empty in love you seek. . Was it no daddy at the home? Looking at your friends with daddies carried them on their shoulder in love Wishing you had a dad you thought of and loved You love men but hate them too. Was it abuse in the evil of one man? Praying and wishing and doing the best you can. Just trying to live on from the pain of one rotten man. . One man who broke your heart, Blaming every other man for you being torn apart. Looking for love around, Don't you know for a guy a sure thing is the best thing found? How many hearts did you break? How many times did your heart ache? , Hey Angel I feel your pain It's me who loves you with a love that will last But you must change and now there is love to gain You must learn and accept the past. Just one love you seek Your soul will not be empty your full of love I want to be your man week after week Come on feel real love. : : Hear the gentle winds call the flowers to smile, Set in my heart the love to give, Let the winds blow sweetness.... I often wondered was my crying in vain? Unheard suffering, Silent weeping, Does anyone know my pain? Love needs to be free, Oh please, release the pain in me, my simple plea, Happiness need to dance in me, I want to live my life so beautifully, Nights of cries in love, Days of swimming on the waters of discontent, I have pained, I have longed for joy, I have suffered, I, for my bad thoughts, repent. . A gentleness sings, A softness rings, Sweet tenderness my heart brings, Where do my flowers hide? Looking in my heart I know they are there, Where does the music of life come from, where do they reside? . Hear my gentleness, feel my softness please, in my plea, Set...I ask..set...my suffering heart free. : : For the rose and her thorns. I held on the rose in my mouth No one has seen when the thorns Cut and I bleed in my mouth in the Sunset of the moon. You, my own my love, In my heart, in skies of crystal nights, you are the lover I think about, longing as never felt, tied as one in pain and pleasure as wind and sea, blood and bloom. I have known death, killed upon Cupid shooting another, Forsaking my love, giving blood as payment. You brought upon me a awakening of breath, doors of my coffin opened and I can see again, drinking from the well of hope. . Thirst my longing for your skin, a oasis in my life, A blue day, a starry night upon warmth, the night columns of stars in your eyes, two jewels that pierce my soul deep,. Skin soft, skin tender, touched me, the feel of you, alive, Colors alive of love..they sweetly render. Reds of reds as whites of whites, Other colors mix to dance a picture, Of you and I. . For you are ; Masking a touch of a butterfly, Roaring thunder of a lioness, Echoes in halls of heaven, Passion wrapped in a body from above, Heart filled and flowing. . Kisses flow winds long and soft, As your hair flies in over the lands, Motions for the goddess in a human form, Gentle is the tides that carry you. Arm in arm to remember each time, Grace and beauty combine together, Forever. Reflection of whispers cried in my veins, Flows with your sensuality into a lovers flame That burns as the midnight sings our song. : : Times of sleep, When you and I my dear go to bed, Tired, exhausted and full of troubles, When we least expected as we kiss, The air between our mouths, Explode into a fire of pure, Craving, dormant, we where saving, Suddenly our lips awaken and alive, come out of hibernation, Desperate in acts for food, Of skin, of our private parts, And more mouth and tongue, To feed it's vicious appetite. Suddenly our hands reclaim what's Theirs, our breast, our chests, All over the lands of flesh, Not missing one part, As a wind that blows on every part. Your hand stokes me, as hunger of Not eating, thirst for the nectar, my hand digs softly, Into paradise, As crazy man looking for answers, finding ample wet passion the mother lode. Of a hunger, of a desire, Out of no where, Legs wrapped, Sealed tight, No light can escape from the grip, The only thing that escapes are the sounds of your pleasure, With my back dancing back and forth, With the power of a volcano ready to erupt, The colors turn Into stars, The sounds echoes from eye rolling, Each of us loses control, deep lust provides fuel Forever, The taste of the air, our sweet sweats combined, As the dance rolling down our flesh. In the moment, when our bang of our universe erupts, Forces, powerful, Seductive, Intense, intense pleasure, Erupts, in us..uncontrolled, More powerful then then explosion Of the largest midnight sun. All to the tune of our bodies that wake up, When we go sleep...... As the only sounds that are heard, Comes from our eyes looking at one another, In the silent language, Only hearts know, Spoken from the eyes. : : Sweetness runs in my hands, Whispers you do not say, Feel me, touch me and give me your hands, I need you as drug that does not go away. . Let passion tonight run, Let her run wild, Release yourself, Release the wild child. . See my eyes, They are in you, deep, Why you are wet my love? Tonight I am yours as you wish as to keep. . I know you are to be unleashed, Not many know the passion a Rose does hide, Feel my love, Feel, feel me inside. . Look in my eyes, Do you see me want you? To be soft as a flower, Or rough...until we are black and blue... Just tell me, just tell me, you love me, And our bodies tighter and together..will tell us what to do.. : : Simple of the ways, You stand before me. As looking into your deep eyes Written by the pen of beauty. As vast as the sky, and deep as the night. . There are reason why I love you, Your body of the desire, Your aroma of the flower of all flowers, Your smile vast and beautiful as the gardens, . You know, it is this simple: The love I give, to you, Pure, heats bread, and the essence of the flowers To live, to bloom in the coldest days. For as a kiss from you, After our lips parted, The desire of my bones. Still taste you. Fresh as out of the fire... . Simple is the way I love you. Clear and concise. Dear woman, oh my love, Harbor of love, port of tranquility, Let the seas sing with their waves to air and sky. I hear only only waves of your smile. Clinging to the sounds of your voice That echoes in my bones. : : In the air, soft is the wind, Moist upon my skin touching me, Gently and firmly. Wondering is it a kiss from you love? The night shades of your eyes, as if opening a fiesta of fruits and jewels. Oh how I love it when you smile, As if you command the moon to shine, The flowers to open bloom and dance in the air. . The branches of time, weaving in the future and now, I alone, see your beauty. For I only see you. For you are bud of the bud, in beauty of my world. It's as if you walked in my life, through a brick door, Through memories of hauntingly sad songs, played To no one, only I could hear. Then you danced with my soul. Together, step by step. I remember yours songs I dance with you, Eye to eye, hands in hands, of the past that was not to be. My beloved, your smile, the fruit of of my thirst. Soft in the air, kissing me, tonight. For I yours and you are mine, I am what you make me..for my love is reflection of you Come into my arms...your already there, I need to feel your presence. : ; Sweet Rose, my love of deep tender red, Warmly my heart sings in tenderness in the sunlight, As love shines down gently bright, gently, Let me sing holding your hand tonight. . As the child in me plays in dance, Love deep, love sweet love forever in my heart to keep, Red roses, delicate as your heart, you and I, Until all of the worlds waters dry. . On the sun above my love, I see your eyes sparkle as a diamond in the sun, Sweetness my dear, brlliant and Crystal clear, Upon the world and life together we will run. . For my love is deep as a red rose, For you I give my heart, my loves tender call, See me smile of love for you, Touch me, kiss me, from me, I give you my all. : : Upon the cast of the silver moons shadow, Sweet love, Tenderness on the skin, on the lips. Take the passion of her take the melody of the sound, Sound of sweetness, flavor of sensually sweet, Oh the heavens shine tonight, Lovers embrace, Never was the word, As I never seen such a beautiful face. Sweetheart, dreams to live, Upon a kiss to my heart, She give, Hear my heart beat, Hear the passion of the silver moon, Upon the desires of the night, A embrace a touch, To last tonight, The moon up and soft, Upon my hands feel your skin, Take me take my heart, Let's forever in passion forever begin.
एक बहुत पुराना रिस्ता हम क्यों तोड़ आए । हम उन आँखों को तन्हा अकेला क्यों भूल आए । गलियों से निकले हमसफ़र कि तो उनकि महकं को आख़िर क्यों मोड़ आए । . आँखों से निकले आंसूओ को बहा आए । प्यार सें लिपटी पुरानी यादों को दफ़ना आए । दुर क्या आ गए हम उन्हें तन्हां अकेला कर आए । . चलते चलते ना जाने ये किधर चले आए हम । अकेले रह गए हम इस दुनियाँ में सब को खो आए । समुन्दर में ना जाने कितने भवरो को चिर आए । . मोहबत के हसीं सफ़रो को त्याग आए । शामों में चुलबुली राते ओर सुबह को भूल आए । सुबह की वो पहली किरण रात की चाँदनी मुसाफ़िरों को दें आए । . कोयल मैना की कूकती कूक को सजों आए । वो बारिस की पहली फूआर को महसूस कर आए । ये कैसे पल आये ज़िन्दगी में की सब कुछ आँखो में बसा कर ले आए । . क्यों तन्हा अकेला कर के हम तुम्हे दुनियाँ के हाँथों में दे आए । आंगन वही है जों पहले था । मगर बचपन को कही खों आए । घर वही है जों पहले था । मगर बस घरवाले को कही खो आए । . बगियाँ चोबरे वही है जो पहले थे । मगर बस सकुन को कही खों आए । अपने वही है जों पहले हूँआ करते थे । मगर बस अपनेपन को कही खों आए । आना वही है जाना भी वही हैं । मगर बस वो इंतजार को पाने कीं चाहत को खों कहीं खो आए । . जो मेरा था सिर्फ मेरा हीं था । वो किसी और के लिए भूल आए । रूठना,मनाना, हक़ जताना । अब ये सब हम भूल आए । बट गया हिस्सों में अब । जो था टुकडों का प्यार उसी को भूल आए । . उनकि बाहों में रहने का हक़ उन्हें अपना बनाने का सपना कहीं खो आए । झूलती तख्ती उन कें नाम की मेरे भीतर । उन्ही के दिल में भूल आए । परिवर्तन की आंधी में इस क़दर बहकें । प्यार को ही तनहा छोड़ आए । . मिलता था जिस ज़गहा उन से में । वो महखांने ही फोड़ आए । पीले पत्तो सा अस्तित्त्व हो गया मेरा । कोमलता को कही तोड़ आए । . क्यों बहुत पुराना वो रिस्ता तोड़ आए । आँखो में लियें आँसू क्यों ना छोड़ पायें ।
I want a guy who will respect me A guy who will love me A guy who will admire me A guy who will talk to me for hours without getting bored A guy who will put aside his everything and come rushing to me if I call him once A guy who will look at me like I am the prettiest girl in the world A guy who will treat me like his best friend A guy who will tell me whatever is going on in his mind A guy who will tell me I am his everything A guy who will remind me of how much he loves me everyday A guy who will text me good morning and good night every single day A guy who will listen to my stories with full attention even if that was the 100th time I was telling him A guy who will love me because he thinks he was good in his previous life to deserve me A guy who knows my true worth and will never let me feel bad about myself A guy that I can tell everything to knowing he will listen and help me find a solution A guy who knows all my flaws and yet he chooses to accept me A guy who has many friends but rather stay alone with me A guy who won't get angry because of small things A guy who understands that fights are parts and parcels of relationships A guy who won't end the relationship because of a minor fight A guy who will never make fun of me or mock me A guy who will always be proud of me and the things I do A guy that will stick with me through thick and thin A guy that will never leave my side A guy who won't treat me like I'm a nobody A guy whose shoulders I can cry on A guy who knows I am imperfect A guy who will be loyal A patient guy A kind guy A protective guy A jealous guy . Yes such guys exist, they might not come in shining armour or on a white horse . Sometimes all we need to do is to identify them. It might be your neighbour next door or that boy that keeps sending love letters to you. Give them chances and when they break your heart wipe your tears and rise up again In search of the one the one that's meant for you after all the heartbreaks you will learn to appreciate him and love him more After all the heartbreaks you finally get to him and when you do, Hold on to him and never let him go : : --------------------------------------------- ( I don't want a guy to come flow my tear's And don't cheat partners..care the feelings secure the emotions otherwise destroyed the happy relationship ) ______________________________________________ And after that it will be : ---------------------------------------------- : : So much hate in your heart and I don't even know what I did to you. Please don't come talking to me when like a toy hits me hard im my heart cause I am just getting started Don't come talking to me when I attain fame and knowledge cause that's what I live for. Don't come hitting me up cause when you had the second chance you blew it up. Don't come telling me please cause I will deny you. Don't come asking me if I remember you cuz I don't remember you broke my heart. . Don't come reminding me of our memories cause by that time I would have forgotten everything. Don't come asking me if I still have any feelings for you because that time I would have been a practical person Don't come asking me about the heart that used to beat for you cause I assure you that as at that time I would have been heartless. Don't you dare come cause when you had me you treated me like a nobody . You had me then but you have lost me forever And finally don't you dare ask me why I became like this because you made me like this
Do you not know, my eyes secrets, longing for you within, as wine in bottle, To not drink, to not saviour, Keeping in the bottle, my love for you. . Silence is my friend, it will not betray me, I want yell to the stars I want you, As I look at the brightest star shining your eyes, Compared to others, I am less. . Nature has built in her, a rule of love, Equals and the same stay with each other, I am not your equal, a diamond as you does not need a pebble, For your better and will push me away. . I wish you could hear my heart, my dear, Crying passion, crying rains sings so sad, I am not rich nor am I powerful, Things of which I never or will have. . I don't know what drives me, love the force, To have love and passion so deep, oh so deep, For you, I look at a distance, keeping away, Your love in my heart, dreaming, of you, I store in my heart. . I will never have a kiss of your sweet lips, Or hold your delicate hands, or recite verses for you, Never will we smile, never will I look you in those vast eyes of yours And just take a walk upon a garden in these lands. . Nature of you, makes me love you so painfully, so silently, I will never caress, You my love, Never feel your gazelle form in my hands, With such passion or finesse. . For times I wish, but I can not be, To be born a different man, More handsome, richer, Possibly you would want me, Loving me, the best you can. All you can. . The wild Rose next to you, Does not compare to how you are inside, filled with so much love, I will never have you, that I know, painfully I know, No matter how much I pray, no matter how much I ask. . Never is the word, for you and I. Love in my life is never heard, you will hear it from my lips to yours, For your beauty is my loves construction. As is I can't have you, loving someone, I cannot ever have, Destroying me inside. . As the sunlight travels longs paths to kiss the flowers of beauty. The moment of that movement strikes softness of such warmth. As the glow of the silver glow reaches from the moon to your eyes, So I may drink in your beauty as you drink me with your eyes. That moment of the travels my dear, I have no words. The silence spoken from my blood and flesh with yours reaches to the heavens Proclaiming I am yours, you are mine. . Deep down desires quenched from waters from the well of faith in love. As our bodies finally drink one another, you and me in the cup of life forever. You are, I am. Of things to be, will and are. . The gold, the victory of love set forth. The moment you entered my life, Was the day I was reborn, I was set free, My heart went from ice to a glow from you, rose and water. Life giver of the freedom to love. Soul energized free, found out what my life needed, Rain sounds, tap tap, of water drops kissing my face, love rang in. As if sweat from bodies bodies making love, fills the oceans of Eden. . The movement of your little feet walking toward me, That moment, that pinnacle of my life. That moment you choose me, sending me to a living dream, You of the flowers and waters. The moment you entered my life, was the day you walked onto my heart. . Gentle are your hands like the warm wind, Once touching my face. I remember your voice, speaking to me, Oh, my love, your mouths sounds, naked and beautiful, among the daisies, playing the piano allegro. How clear you were, as crystal in the night. . Delicious are eyes, once looked at me, in love. So it is, I remember them, how could I forget. Pure and lite in the dark, pure and shiny in the light. Forgot me, you have. Many times I say hello, You say nothing. That's what I became. . It is the way, you forgot me, the winds of your hands, I remember. I still feel the warmth and softness, The lines among your palms, tracing my heart gently. With those hands, you cried, laughed. My beloved, you are everything, I remember
In the form of a flame, In the hue of the ripe bloom. You, my love, slowly came to me. . Your eyes went in my heart, The gleam, the fire, their beauty, Wide as a spacious moon lite night. Your passion brought back in my body, The extinguished flame I once had, Burning with a roar. Came alive, Of passion, Of strength, Of you. . With your incredible body and indescribable pleasure it brought, Your laugh echoed once my silence, back to me in my smile, Of heart, flesh. . Wearing your gown of tenderness, To the edges of shores of passion. Glow in my flame started by yours
As the midnight sun blooms, In your eyes, of the wide and deep, My love, my woman, we share bonds. One of the flower one of the roots, One of the air of love, we become. . So it is: Each we give, to one another. A kiss of the ages ripens, Fused we are in the heart and flesh. My love, you, the flower of the garden in my life. Temptress of the forbidden passion, I seek. . Lands upon we stand, showered with fires, Rained in the softness of your soul. We are, one of the same. Heart of the beauty you are. Let your kiss ripe on my lips Harvests the coming love, Cemented in my bones. For in the garden of tonight, You are the flower, you are the fruit. . Carried me away your beauty, My little dreamer. Bare, you, of the body, soul of the saint and sinner. Form of the Queen of the twilight. The flower in bloom ready for my harvest. . In your nakedness you wield power, softly and deadly. The cutting edge of razor in beauty, The feel of silk from the morning sunlight. You and I, fields of the lovers, bones and flesh to connect in a kiss. For not only do you posses the fruit of the fruits, sweetness and moistness, My love grows as the plants in the field. . Innocent of the pleasure I am, guilty of wanting you, I plead. Winds of time blows upon your skin, I hear the echoes of your moans. Look at me my little one, my own. For you are mine, the beauty of the shores, the air. Unmasked, your beauty comes out to awaken me. Love is the harvest tonight. Ripe is the fruit, you are.
These days are so clouded nowadays and on some days they are so clear, absolutely plain blue. But whatever day it is, it doesn't affect the aura of the forbidding air inside my house. However, what does affect me, are these calendar dates and clocks. These calendars, these dates, the hour hand, the minute hand, they make think about what my mother said.
She said, "Life is too short to count days and hours, just live them instead of counting."
I hate to admit, but she's always been hypocrite. And for the first time, someone being hypocrite was something which that someone did with a good heart. She expected me to be something she couldn't be. While all along, she had always counted days and hours and minutes, just waiting for the time her soul would be liberated. Excruciating? It is. Especially for a daughter who was fed with lies told by her mother. Especially for a daughter who found out that the opposite of those lies was residing inside the person's soul. The truth was in her. The lies are in me.
Both implanted by her.
It's funny how I came across a point in my time where I was doing the opposite of what my mum told me. I am in my twenties and I look at the calendar, crossing the dates inside my mind, not even one date worth looking forward to. Yes, not even anyone's birthday (including mine, especially mine). Then I look at the clock which is placed very close to the calendar. I count the minutes, the seconds passing away. I wait.
What do I wait for? The same thing my mother waited for. Redemption. Redemption from this chain of delusions I'm stuck in. My thoughts can either be my well-wishers or my worst enemies. Since the day I read the note she left on the kitchen counter, my thoughts became numb. They were neither enemies nor well-wishers. And that's worse.
There's a time when both the calendar and the clock harmonize with each other perfectly. It's when the the hour hand strikes 12 and lets the midnight hour take it's place in the corners of my room. And a new date is there on the calendar. You see this might happen to you as well. But my midnight is way different than yours.
And I don't blame you. There's no one to be blamed. There's nothing to be blamed. I just have a memory, which is so deep that every midnight makes me have a flashback of that day, the memory in my mind more vivid than ever.
You see, an hour after my mother left, I found a note on the kitchen counter. It was 1 am. My mother left at midnight. So I hope you understand why I look forward to midnights. It is because the just-turned adult inside me (who was still a girl starting her journey) needed her mother to be by her side. I can't really blame mum. She went through a lot. And she made me go through it, without even having any intentions of doing so. But she did. She so did.
Do I hate her? No. Do I love her? No. Do I need her? Yes.
I guess that also provides an explanation as to why I wait every single midnight for her. I wait for these calendar dates to pass by and these seconds to tick away. I wait for the day she would come back. I'm full of hope yet hopeless. She was the reason why I locked myself in a prison of those lies fed by her, and she will be the one who will be my redemption.
Today's day is full of bright sunshine. It's amazing to see a rainbow today. Alas, the note in my hand with my mother's handwriting brings me to the same place.
"Life's too short to count days and hours, just live them instead of counting." How?
What a mindless write-up. I don't know if this makes sense. Does it?
Venturing tentatively into a writers mind With little indication of what one will find Dark, twisted, happy, serene and sublime Poetic fantasies of so many kinds
Making the effort and taking out time To meticulously read every single line Encouraging others to steadily climb The slippery slope of writing rhymes
Acting like a mentor within boundaries undefined Pushing each one of us to become more refined A holy grail for writers, a sacred shrine That waits patiently for each one of us to shine
Raising the bar and the performance baseline Celebrating all poets in their prime While sorting through all the muck and grime In showing gratitude to you we are all are combined
In a dark tunnel for being the safety line For the non judgemental appreciation all the time It is you that Mirakee in the best sense defines Because Writers Network you are truly one of a kind
It must take a very steady , balanced head to be able to patiently sort through the amount of writing being submitted on the Mirakee application. To read this magnitude of submissions and then to post the best ones is a mammoth task- one you do beautifully. By appreciating the best poets and authors of all kinds here, for always acting like a mentor and guide that helps us become better versions of ourselves , Writers Network I think I speak for all of us here when I say that you’re the best thing on this application and that had you not been around , we would just be posting stuff into the void. You give the writing validation , a purpose. You are the sounding board that acts like a comfort zone. We have the freedom of writing anything here with the assurance that someone somewhere is reading it, appreciating it.
That someone is you .
Thank you for being only what family can be - always there. Thank you for doing what you do and doing it so wonderfully. You are the perfect combination of an editor and a friend- you read all of us without any prejudices, without any hesitation, without any judgement. I think sometimes we often forget to thank on those whom we always bank and expect them to always be there . I would like to take this opportunity and thank you from the bottom of every single writer’s heart on this platform.
//Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.// - Twyla Tharp
Her thoughts birthed three winged words each with a bow and arrow, Venus, the evening star is weaving the feathery clouds tinged with mauve into a stately wedding chapel.
She knows about the arcane desires of youth and thence her letters veered onto romance and rekindled my frantic obsession with the 90s love songs.
The sky is filled with the reek of tuberose and jasmine and in a paradise hidden behind the lovestruck clouds, she writes poems and when the time comes she frees them from the labyrinth of her heart and sends them swirling down with clockwork precision alongside the dandelion seeds to meet the needs of the parched earth and to redefine both love and infinity.
It was 3 am. It's always 3 am, when I find myself searching for the torn pages of my diary on the line of whose words were written in the blue colour of the ink. The time I wrote this, this blue colour didn't bring sadness to my heart, but rather clarity, for I was a writer who wrote truths, not the kind of lies which gave false hope to the people who depend on me for showing a path to them.
Now the blue ink brings nothing but sadness. Maybe that's why, I try to search for those pages, to feel the same ink, trace my fingers through the page and feel the exact thing I felt in that time. People say as you grow older, you attain maturity in thoughts. But to me it seems like, I'm finding myself in more twisted and tangled threads of uncertainty and confusion, where I can't write clearly. Because I myself am not clear. I'm becoming devoid of things which brought me happiness, of my truths.
I filled myself with these lies. And every 3 am, reminds me of the day I wrote the first piece without even knowing I was writing. It was a rant. A diary entry. I was small, innocent, someone who made a lot of spelling mistakes and grammatical errors, but more importantly, I was true. Now I feel like I cheat my pieces, the only thing that was my escape from this world, is now trapping me in a world of it's own who's creator is me. I weaved it with a web of lies.
Suddenly I remembered today, that those pages of my diary were torn and thrown away by the part of me which forgot the other part of myself. I threw the torn pieces from the same place where I found myself standing a few moments ago. The edge of the skyscraper.
And just then, I mumble these lines to myself, "On days of cotton candy skies, and nights surrounded with crushed blotted papers," I try to go on, the true part of me is pushing me to go on. And I go on, mindlessly yet being mindful at the same time, a beautiful irony enveloping me. I go on and say, "I find my truth in conflict with my lies, and they are in war as I stand at the edge of this skyscraper."
It suddenly hit me. The lines I just said, rhymed. They had a part of me in them. I rushed down, blinked my tears away and took out my old diary from which I had torn pages. It broke my heart little to see only five of the pages being there, but I pushed the little heartbreak away, and I wrote. I wrote these lines.
For the first time, in what seems like a lifetime, I found that the blue ink of the pen doesn't bring me pain anymore. It brings me redemption. As I write each and every word, I entangle every thread of the web of lies I created. I find the pages. I cannot touch them, but I know what was written. I remember the texture of the page, I remember the words, I remember the ink that brought me happiness.
I had started writing in pencils, because I didn't have the courage to use pens. But today I used a blue coloured pen. It brought clarity. It felt good.
It felt free.
And as I'm crying and smiling at the same time, I'll just end with the same first two lines I mumbled on the edge of skyscraper.
On days of cotton candy skies, And nights surrounded with crushed blotted papers I find my truth disentangle my lies And the war which started at the skyscraper, ended at the skyscraper.
This piece is inspired from a write up written by @_guts_ whose title is the same as mine.
The two lines, "On the days of cotton candy skies, and nights surrounded with crushed blotted papers" does not belong to me. It was written by @_guts_ Rutvi, you write amazingly. And I always wanted to write something on these two lines. Also, surprise.
I agreed to get jabbed to throw jabs at the sinister-looking government rumour has it, male potency is bound to suffer a terrible blow and vaccines somehow emulate the greased cartridges that caused the Indian rebellion of 1857.
Long distance learning from the Whatsapp university wasn't that bad afterall because now I know what's cooking in America Pakistan, China and Japan and what an imbecile! diabetes is curable, I will forward you the recipe.
Did you know, our prime minister is the 11th avatar of lord Vishnu and there you are, weren't you questioning the authenticity of Indian mythology the other night?
Another plaintiff or another anti-national, you cannot decide another defendant or another wrongly accused, you cannot decide and you must not voice your concerns at all times.
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