Jennie uttered, " I Love you " though she was uneasy but she said it anyway this feeling, hard to supress but when expressed soo vulnerable that's love afraid to let your guard down I'm afraid to love you.
When you look at someone with soo much affection then everything collapse with a sentence.
Everything starts with a sentence Everything ends with a sentence
Journey from I Love you to I hate you is far but close.
Love was a blanket safe one, I longed for safety thought I had him But he was the one who put salt to my wound.
I'm stronger than ever After all these years of agony I'm stronger.
But I thought that love would last for ever :I was wrong.
When flowers bloom at high over the valleys my lover collecting favourite flowers to braid into my long hair.
I caught him off guard looking at me I saw him shy awww that's a delight watching him like that.
I climb over ages old trees to collect best honey and to watch him savour it to the last drops.
This wild like a blanket devoid of miseries, opinions that you're summoned to follow without asking no questions.
He braids my hair with full joy like his life depends upon it.
Sometimes I wonder how did I land you
This snuggles , breakfast with you makes soo much depth and sense A beautiful butterfly danced around the flowers there's a lot of flowers a huge gathering soo fine and divine tiny wildflowers my favorite.
I saw this like a dream when he hands me a flower that I asked him to pluck for me.
The beauty stayed in my mind like a soothing song.
@Miraquill thinks that everyone can become a poet but from my point of view becoming a poet is not everyone's cup of tea. PHIR TOH SAB AERY GERY LOG GHALIB AUR AMIR KHUSROW BAN JATE
Real poets are those who have that spark of pain and reality in their Poetries, and everyone can't be a poet because writing mai hakeekat aur dard hona chahiye aur ye sab logu kai bas ki bat nahi hai, everyone can't have that feeling so everyone can't become a poet until they have that pain, emotions, deep feelings and intentions, and these are those things which most of the people are lacking in their talks, toh unki writing mai ye sab hona, dour ki bat. hai.
@miraquill take my advice and try to upgrade your thoughts and writing stuff, I mean you really need to learn some writing basis from @yourquotesapp , sorry to say I speak truth on the face, I don't like backbiting or talking behind the backs of others, whatever I feel I write and expose directly, I am not like reality pata hone kai bad bhi ap kai han mai han milawu.
But still i tried to write on this, as I always relate my thoughts exactly with the given prompt, I am not like others who write anything foolishly and without any meaning and in the end try to put the given prompt in the finishing lines so as to show that they had written meaningful stuff about the given topic
And it's not important that a poet should always be stressed or sad to write some sad hurtful Poetries, sometimes happy souls can also write some happy motivational inspiring poetries❤
I remember seeing flocks of birds soaring high, kissing the twilight sky. Feathers falling down like abandoned pieces and I, a forlorn being took them to my ramshackle haven. The same night, I dreamt of a phoenix flying above the same sky, just a little twilight, a little azure, a little dark. Feathers falling again, this time like abandoned pieces of blazing flame. And before I could catch them, they flew away along with the wind. And all I was left to wonder was if I could fall like those feathers and rise alongside the wind, perhaps I will be hurt a little less for failing and falling again and again. Even as forsaken entities, they learnt how to follow the wind, fall and follow again. Soon enough, they may reach their destiny. Shall I follow them too or just stay here?
"I thought my pen name meant an unbreakable quill that would write ardent verses, but I forgot a quill is also a feather, an abandoned part of a bird that I picked on dismal days and it is capable of flying through the blowing breeze, so are my verses that contain pieces of my soul" ~~~~~~~ #feather
Today I'm another fallen feather Detached from the womb of mother No longer i weaved the wings altogether As i sailed the sky in solitude forever.
I left my shield of care to find an identity I swirled against the wind to escape the gravity With every turn i felt little light within myself I wore my heart over the sleeves without any help.
I gulped the hunger to feed my insecurities I crossed the orchards to set my priorities The clouds roared at me to bring me down I chewed the thunderclaps with every sundown.
I landed over some thorns and sometimes on petals I caressed the weight of expectations over my knuckles The storms of sufferings wished to smudge my sight I choose to be a warrior to finish my sparkling flight
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pov - written from the pov of individuals coming out of their comfort zones to achieve big in life, facing the challenges to build their own identity. In this process we have to leave behind our loved ones too but at the end we all chase something high, something powerful and for that falling once or twice is important.