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stories_by_mohit
Be the star that shines in daylight
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stories_by_mohit 8w
//I DO NOT CRY//
"So it all started that day,
The day us became me and her.
Actually it was way before that.
It comes in bits and pieces.
It's like ocean waves , you see
You just have to stand still and
Bad memories they just wash up to your feet,
And then they leave."
"I was numb,
Probably after shock or something,
I went on with my life as usual
It was normal , upto until that one day
Some 7 days after she was gone.
It hit me,
She is not coming back not this time.
I went to my room and I was like
You never cry, idiot.
No you don't "
"It was late , too late
The tears, they were already flowing.
That day I cried like an infant.
I thought they will stop after 5 minutes
I'll just wipe my eyes and ready for another day."
"There are days when everything go on smooth.
And then there are those days when
Everything that's not supposed to happen
Happens.
Mumma never saw me crying
Not like this.
She just sat next to me,
Held me in her arms."
"I the lifeblood of my family,
I am pretty sure my parents live
by just looking at me.
And there I was staining her
yellow saree which papa brought
as a gift, with my never ending tears.
She didn't ask me anything .
Which was strange.
She just held me
It was comforting
And also making
me cry more."
"Its okay, beta
You had your run.
Its okay if she is no more in your life.
She was , that is important
The happiness she gave you,
That is important "
" my tears stopped.
I never really thought I will
Hear this from my mumma.
I was beyond shocked
Petrified.
My tears well they are gone.
I don't sob.
I don't cry either.
But then I did anyway"
"You see that was the last time
and the first time
I cried for her.
And that's it.
I am not smiling now,
To be honest
I haven't smiled in a long time.
But I lived
And I am still living
That is important,
I guess that's what I think"
"Aren't you the shrink?
Aren't you supposed to give me some
Real deep insight?"
" only one.
Are you feeling good now, mohit ?
After saying all of that"
" yeah,
I feel good."
" next Friday ,
Same time"
"I still think you charge too much though"
" I live by everyone's trauma at the same time.
It takes a good amount of mental energy
To do what I do"
"Fair enough"
I laughed.
I finally laughed.
@stories_by_mohit
@writersnetwork
#poetry #pod #writersnetwork #story #storiesbymohit.
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stories_by_mohit 8w
//I DO MISS YOU//
Yes,
I do miss you.
Not all the time.
But it comes like rain in winter.
It comes with full swing.
And it gives me the shiver.
Yes,
I do feel for you.
Even after there is no you.
You were a part of me.
Now merely a past.
There is hole
In place, where once my
heart was.
Yes,
I do smile,
Not because of you.
But for you.
There must a reason
To keep going.
For both of us.
Yes,
I do love you,
I never stopped.
I can't stop.
It's like time,
It just keeps clicking.
Going nowhere,
Like an anomaly.
Just existing
No reason to stay,
And none to let go whatsoever.
Yes,
It's empty,
But it's not the end.
You have to move on.
You have to end this loop.
Once and for all.
@stories_by_mohit
#stories #poetries #writer #love #pod #writersnetworkI M I S S Y O U
Yes,
I do feel for you.
Even after there is no you.
You were a part of me.
Now merely a past.
There is hole
In place, where once my
heart was.
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stories_by_mohit 10w
//GHOSTS OF YOU//
I am in love with a ghost
Something that died in me a long time ago
only kept alive in my thoughts as an idea.
No I don't have memories of you.
You faded in every picture of us.
I try to remember you,
Only to see a stranger all over again.
I try to find you,
In every tear that left my eyes.
I try to touch you,
In every breath we shared together.
I remember those nights,
When you were so close.
I lived your heartbeats.
Now I am living our heartbreak.
You are nowhere now,
Like you never existed.
Still I wake up everyday,
Like you never left.
I try I try I try
So hard to remember your essence,
But I was in love with a ghost.
Something I never touched,
Nor felt.
I never lost you,
You lost me
I never had you,
You had all of me.
@stories_by_mohit
#ghosts #love #truth #quoteoftheday #writer #heartbroken.
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stories_by_mohit 10w
//TO LOVE AGAIN//
Ever been heartbroken so much
That the first thing that comes in your mind
Is to write funny things.
You see,
Mind is a weird place.
The emotions it display sometimes
Are far from generic,
You do impulsive things
Take rash decisions
For what???
Because you are sad, heartbroken , angry
And can't help yourself but to feel depressed
And lonely.
Nope,
It's a desperate attempt to smile again,
To feel alive.
To laugh , to run , to live again.
And to love again.
It's really funny how things
Start turning out
Once you realize you have to change
Or else you'll implode from all this misery.
People see you differently,
Tell you it's okay mohit.
You'll be alright again.
What????
Am I sick?
Do I look sick.
Maybe I do.
I don't need assurances
That sun will shine again
Mist will end
And life will thrive again.
Make me laugh.
Talk to me.
I don't want to forget.
I want to forgive.
I want to stay and I want to leave.
I want to end it,
And I want to begin again.
I want to start all over
And I want to fail again.
And most importantly
I want to be dramatic
And I want to wake up again.
- mohit
@dyonyysus
#love #quotes #pod #story #loveart #heartbroken.
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T R U T H
The truth is
we end up destroying ourselves
for something we never really wanted
for ourselves
©dyonyysus -
stories_by_mohit 27w
How many people we meet in a lifetime?
How many names do we remember?
And how many are there we actually think of.
There are so many names , faces , faces without names in my head, that sometimes I wonder , did I met them in this life or my interaction with them was of different timeline.
My first grade friend named julie,
I remember playing with her on seesaw.
I remember laughing, running around the class , sharing my lunch with her. I still have her photo in my school yearbook. That little innocent chubby face engraved in a photograph of the girl I will never meet again.
My neighbor aditya when I was in fourth grade and her annoying little sister,
I remember writing stories with them, playing football.
I remember breaking the sculpture of Nataraj at their home, for which their mum gave us a mouthful.
I remember us trying to draw pokemon with that god awful sketching skills we both have.
I remember so much , that it hurts sometimes.
Do they think of me too ?
Or am I forgotten, lost.
I wonder where you all are,
I wonder how much you have grown all these years.
Are you still cute and chubby as I remember you julie?
Or you have become something entirely different from what I imagined.
Do you still write stories Aditya?
Or you have lost this trait like a long lost hobby.
Am I the only one,
Or do you regret too
Of all the stories that lost,
Without a proper goodbye.
@dyonyysus
#pod #moments #memories #friendship #lost #forgotten #stories #goodbyeG O O D B Y E
Am I the only one,
Or do they regret too.
Of all the stories that lost
Without a proper goodbye.
©dyonyysus -
stories_by_mohit 30w
M O M E N T
Don't promise a forever
which doesn't exist,
promise me a moment
which we can both live with forever.
©dyonyysus -
stories_by_mohit 33w
There comes a time in everyone's life when we meet someone we want to stay with forever. We decide to give our heart without even knowing how complicated the journey is going to be. At that moment all we want is to have that forever.
We unknowingly bound ourselves to them. Then comes a phase where we have to face the challenges the worlds puts in our way. Sometimes we fight and sometimes we give up.
It's okay to give up, it's okay to stop pretending it's all gonna be fine. Not every situation is Going to be in our favour, not every pain is worth feeling.⚘
It's not our fault, it's the stars that align in the different way, if you have done everything to make something happen and it still somehow remain incomplete, don't be sad just smile that you tried, you fought and most importantly you loved, you loved hard.
Imagine if life is all about happy endings,
I would have met you earlier,
Instead of regretting why I met you.
@dyonyysus
@mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @orotund
#pod.
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SILVER LINING
After every greif
comes a silver lining,
As after every rainfall
comes a rainbow.
©dyonyysus
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rhythmic_beats 14h
The more you vacuum my voice,
The more I raise my aura silently
Just like the universe expanding
With all its muses.
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hiyaorhiyu 6w
Freedom
©hiyaorhiyu
Freedom for an individual comes in three ways
Physical, mental and verbal
And every individual should get all the three
With implied obvious exception that
"live and let live "
Do interfere in some one's life
Only if you have genuine intentions to put forward efforts for some one
By stepping towards the same level
I mean the level at which the person is in the need
Or else better don't do anything in the name of helping and ruining or worsening it -
sumana_chakraborty 1d
#pod#writersnetwork#mirakee@writersnetwork@mirakee
The last line partly a product of inspiration from William Shakespeare's "The Tempest" Epilogue part.Monotony of chilling winter encroached me like anything even in this raging summer
Yet that subtle, strong desire to scribble lines,
words, metaphors kept me awake the whole night.
I kept dreaming of writing crimson haikus of autumn,
green and lilac sonnets of spring.
Yet I don't know why that obscure hurdle kept me away from my writing.
That ouevre of poesies ,
my boulevard , my music of life , my ultimate SHELTER from this desolate life seems loved me not anymore.
A hard block of stone stuck in between my pharynx and epiglottis.
My breathing became difficult slowly and gradually.
Nights are now longer and darker , darker than ever.
I now lie dormant on dead metaphors and epilogues where once poesies glowed.
Now all my charms are gone, my abilities faded.
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When you
hear goodbye
from your loved ones
It seems like
you are inhaling
your last breath
Your life is about
to end
You start feeling
lonely
It seems
like the whole world is
leaving you
©thoughtsprocess -
dishang8614 1d
Image clicked by me
#letter
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
Dear fellow inkers,
I know how it feels to hold a blank page in your palm
To not able to hear the words parading in rhymes
To not able to see your thoughts growing
And blooming just like a scented carmine rose
As if your metaphors are fearful to come out
In the dark den of your subconscious mind
Those verses and poems that are hard to conceive
Like knitting your golden scarf, halfway losing entangled
But it's okay, don't compel your pen to bleed
Pause for a while, learn to feel your words in the void
Who knows at your silent mode you can initiate a better version of your lost words
It's not over yet to spilled your ink
Be patient, soon the blank page will be filled
With a dazzling stardust of your finest words
For once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes
of inkless verse like yours
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
I hope and believe that one day your words will ignite like mine
Yours truly,
DaisyFor once, I was there wearing the same dull clothes of inkless verse like yours,
Somehow I didn't stop strumming my words until it find their way to carve the lost chords in me
So as my dried ink set ablaze and lit again
©dishang8614 -
sillygirl12 8w
Everyone grows but not everyone matures
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Everything happens for a good reason
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itishree1123 45w
I have the whole world but ..
I just want you to stand by me
©itishree123
