Miraquill
We learn to grow
The moment
We learn to let go
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What matters
You are enough, but they say you're not
So you try to dig in, just to get yourself fit in
You keep running behind, begging them to be kind
Letting you're worth by them define
Isolating yourself in the statement " I'm good, I'm fine"
That's not kind
Even if they say no, the truth can't be changed you worth more
Even if they ignore, the truth can't be changed how perfect you glow
Even if they don't add you, the truth can't be changed, that you don't really need them
As you're strong and independent
You choose not to pretend
You choose not to be one of them
Why you should care, when eventually they're not be there
When you'll be by you're own
What matters you
Do you like you?
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3 am conversation
For some that 3am conversation
Ends with a big fat smile
And for some that 3am conversation
Ends with a big fat droplets from eyes
That's the contrast of life
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3 am
It's 3 am again
Our conversation are not the same
You said I'm changed
Little do you know before you blame
Maybe you're acting a little strange
In both our hearts it rains, that
You evoke the sudden silence
With " sun na.. together we laughed and cried,
I Never thought, this hello will someday
Scatter down us"
"With our hardest goodbye na"
I said
It's been an hour we didn't spoke
But I could sense how badly to you our silence choke
There are a thousand memories you wanted to recall
But eventually before you speak a word I cut the call
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sowhatnattynuts
4w
Read MoreWhat's more scarier than
Watching something, somebody this close yet so far
And the fact ,that it is a fact which cannot be changedRemember those vibrations you got
When that person place or Thing
You dream about
Is next to you, but ten feet apart
Watching this
You scattered down again so hard
Knowing the only fact
You can't break those barriers in-between
Yet you can listen to those conversations unseen
Yet you can listen to
"Tune jo na kaha Mein wo sunta raha"
©sowhatnattynuts -
Remember the phase
Between
accepting the reality
And
Compromising your dream
You learn to grow up
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Thousand mile
Imagin yourself driving by some unknown routes
Followed by those silent woods
Right inside, a suv with open roof
Bide with your favorite Playlist Where the sunlight diffuse
A plenty of thoughts crashing in your mind
When you look at those sprinting forest of pine
Where the sky above you gives a big fat smile
While the road behind you wishes you goodbye as your eyes fell beside, you pause for a while
He glance at you saying "hey kya hua" shifting the gear and smile
You smile back "kuch nahi" and slightly lean towards his side
He lean down slightly next to your side
Being not worried about destination
Or hurried about time
Thats how you covered in depts of nature a thousand mile
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Relationship are just like a plant
You decide to grow
And it's span depends upon
The amount of water you let in flow
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sowhatnattynuts
4w
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In our busy rollercoaster life we come across many jump scars but the scariest one is when the conversion of somebody from known becomes somebody who's unknown you could feel the coldness ,even when there're close ,yet you feel ten feet apart from them maybe they aren't the same, or they think you're changed, you lock plenty of tears instead your heart just because you afraid to be apart, but little do you know you are special which they still not discover and by the time when you're gone they got to realize the essence of your bond
Dear somebody
I smile, to make you feel good
I cried within, to hide me tears deep inside wood
I cares for you, but you never understood
Still i keep doing as much as I could
I kept quite, so that you can speak
I ignore you're mistakes, so that you'll not weep
I was hurted, but i didn't expressed it
But if I argu with you, you'll not agree it
Everyone one loves you, because of your fame
But I love you, even your name
You keep running behind those fade stars
Who will invite you someday, as enemies in bars
Just because of fame
You choose the wrong lane
I make you understand
But you left me as always you do, but a day you will realise and regret to loose me, cause I'm the one who stood by you
Even with your infinite mistakes
And all you're apologizes retake
Soon a day will come
I'll be gone, gone far away
And then you'll understand
My importance in your every single day
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sowhatnattynuts
10w
Everybody wants happiness
Everybody deserve happiness
But it's not easy to follow the track of happiness
Without facing darkness
Even the rainbow that's pleases our eyes
Is the result of rain we face
Be kind enough to forgive
Be stupid enough to make mistakes
Be sensitive enough to feel the pain
Be innocent enough to fall in love
But don't be dumb enough to look back
Because if you forgot about your story,
While reading someone else
You'll be stuck on their pages forever
©sowhatnattynuts
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I told her,
The sky turns grey,when you fade away
Now,
the sky really is grey,since she fade away.
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crazyy4life
12w
There are Millions of way to say "I Love U'
e. gPut your Seat belt on..
Watch ur Step..
Did u Eat..
Get some Rest..
What's ur way?? -
rucha_
187w
Northen Star
I know you're scared of
The earth moving beneath your feet,
But trust me darling,
I'll always be here...
I'll never leave your side,
You'll be home with me,
Because I am your northern star...
©rucha_ -
woodnote
13w
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If you could date a writer on the basis of his/her writings, whom would you?
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fatema153
19w
If you have fallen in
Love with a writer
Your existence will
Be written beautifully
On the pages of life
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rani_shri
21w
Read MoreI wasn't fire, still I was burnt. I wasn't ice still I melt in your love. I wasn't a life, still you chose me to live and die on. I wasn't sky still was parallel to the earth. I wasn't a poetry, still was written read and thrown many times consisting all the emotions inside me. I wasn't worthy still you chose me like a bird chooses the sky and life chooses death and soul chooses a body.
I could'nt be bad as I'm your only choice, but why did you start hating your own? Why to end the relationship? Can't we be in any other form of our relation? Don't let me like the bird in cage who keeps thinking that 'Time has no wings still it flies and I have but I can't'. Let me be independent in your thoughts.
People end up with all the relations and think, why relations get an end. But actually those relations never end, we consider it so. The form of relations change there. It's the energy, can't be created or can't be destroyed just it changes it's form from one to another.
Do you remember, you had said that you're jealous of the poetry song I love the most. Being far from each other, let's play that poetry song together and feel each other in the lyrics and our love in the rhythms of it . Do you remember, you had promised you'll write a poetry for me. Let's create a poetry together, let me be the words and you be the emotions. I used to choose silence in my poetries, but they always spoke louder. You choose me there in your poetries and give me a rest in your lap.
Let's change the name of our relation. You and me will remain the same and so will our love, just the name of this relationship will change. Let's reincarnate ourselves in the same birth. Let's change our relation, be my poet and let me be your poetry.
Make a bed of poetries and let me rest on it with the lullabies of it's rhythmic verses and music. Let me be the dream of every poet who can't write me. Either I'll rest on your pen or the time will. Either I'll stop there or the time will. Let your pen write my name as your poetry and your name as your autographed signature. Let me be yours in any condition.
Write me till you become a poet and I become a poetry. Write me till I'm alive in your poetry. Write me till your pen starts bleeding my blood instead of the ink. Write me till the metaphors start looking like my heart and allteration start looking like my soul. Write me till the people give your poetry as the name of mine forever. Write me till I become your only poetry...
Write me, and let me be....
I'll stop myself or I'll stop the time there, write me, and let me be...
~Rani Shri
PC- rightful ownerLet yourself write a poetry
Let people name it as me
&
Let me live inside it till,
we meet in another life..
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Poetry is filled with pain
Suffering
Wounded egos
And hopeless dreams
But never blame a poet for catharsis
Because it's in these dying words
The cage doors break loose
And these clipped wings
Are finally set free -
squared
21w
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_anaan__
29w
Read Morethere is beauty in everything
even in those detoxifying sparkling
days and those fatal bad days
What beauty really is?
I guess no one knows
We just pretend to know
Well, that's the only thing we are good at
We all are caught up in the notions
of his and her ego that what we forgot to create ours
We say we don't judge a book by it's cover
I am sorry but really don't we just do that
Beauty is indeed a great and graceful thing
in itself but why do we make it something
else when we can just appreciate the beauty of each other's existence and celebrate it together rather than making each other uncomfortable in little yet huge world
Beauty is whimsical nowadays let's make it what it really is.
©_anaan__
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#beauty #wod #lalawrites©_anaan__
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poetryly
30w
Read MoreImage credit - Bitmoji app
#journal #wod
This Mirakee challenge was quite a timely coincidence after previously viewing earlier today a Dhar Mann’s video on two women finally pursing their dreams despite their age. Walk, run, limp, wheel, crawl your way in forward motion. When you take falls, don’t stay down too long, get back racing towards your dreams!
Be prewarn.... quite long.
Hey, I was journaling😉
Dear Journal,
I’m on the chase,
Some say I’m too old chasing the wind,
I’m grasping at youthful air.
Dear Journal,
If only I stopped listening sooner,
I wouldn’t have prevented my mind
agreeing with their age limiting opinions.
Dear Journal,
Starting today.
The date doesn’t matter anymore.
I’m putting on my running shoes
and chasing a previous dream.
Dear Journal,
I fell and skinned my pride
and gained a few additional grays.
Dear Journal,
It took me some time
I was bit embarrassed & befuddled,
I haven’t ran a marathon in ages.
Dear Journal,
I’m back up,
a little wobbly in the knees
but I’ve regained my senses.
I’m changing my comfortable Keds
(temporary)
with shoes with my more traction.
Dear Journal,
I’m gaining momentum,
I see success written in neon lights
with my signature below it.
Dear Journal,
I stumbled once again,
my rump kissing the dirt
while my glasses and
dream shattered.
Everything looked quite dim.
Dear Journal,
I’m back on track,
all I needed was a pep talk
from three friends,
Me, Myself, and I.
They told me to get off
my old(er) tush,
its okay to limp along.
As long as I keeping moving
forward at any rate.
Dear Journal,
So I’m off once more,
limping along after my optical
prescription been refilled.
Dear Journal,
I’m not quite there but
further than I was yesterday
sitting in the proverbial dust.
Dear Journal,
The naysayers including myself
were all very wrong,
I’m gaining considerable strength
that’s renewing my faith.
Dear Journal,
I’m learning
Air is attainable
if it’s caught in a bottle lol.
My corny humor is still intact.
Dear Journal,
Failure is only a perceived notion,
a few falls along the way taught me how to run differently, as long as I continue moving forward that’s success!
©poetrylyDear Journal,
Leaving the fear
of failure in
the proverbial dust!
©poetryly
