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  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 21w

    Would be lingering near only.

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    Mashed storms and love

    And I draw my knees close to my chest, clench them and then softly pat on my back which is rising and falling like a storm, but it's not enough, because they are my own hands, hands of the person who is the eye of her storm and how does one finds solace in their storm, in their destruction.

    But take me to him and I'll forget that a storm ever touched me, because he is all the light people talk about, which resides at the other side of the tunnel, and my dark tunnels always crave his light, his touch.

    ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 22w

    Paper hearts

    One day we would no more find our ways back to each other, one day we would fall apart and I would for the last time row my boat to your land, walking my way to you while gripping each particle of the sand stretched under my feet as if wanting to leave all of my sanity in them as if wanting my footsteps to be the memoir of a love which hadn't any tags of couple goals lined up but I knew if I had to die for you today, or on a Tuesday morning or any other day my lips wouldn't have twitched once. The universe holds its breath as I stop in front of you, the stars swinging down stop midway so I don't wish upon something they can't fulfil, 11:11 shies away and I'm left standing there with you as everything good and me as a forever bye. Goodbye. You look like a poem I wouldn't ever want to complete because you're too good to end. You don't hold me this time because you know I would otherwise forget the paths to the ocean waiting to walk me back to my land. You hold me through your eyes instead and I smile, you forgot that eyes leave the imprints of longing on your soul more severe than hands on the waist would. But people stay to leave, so I left and never turned back.

    The separation you see would squeeze everything out of you but love. Separation is hated more for the quench of the lover it brings to your already thirsty heart than it is for taking the lover away.

    ~ love as my only weapon and
    love as my only defeat.

    ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 23w

    Ps- I'm glad this post reached till the purpose it was wrote in the first place for.

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    Hii to the new writers of mirakee, hii to the writers who are taking baby steps on this platform, hii to the writers who have learnt walking on the mirakee roads and hii to my oldies who have built a home here, either breathing or abandoned.

    I hope the skies have been kinder to your side and if they aren't they would be soon, okay?

    No fancy vocab or lines, gonna get straight to the point.

    Reach, delicious amounts of likes and reposts, flowing followers, admiration. Everything you will get from here isn't gonna stay forever. But mirakee sharpening your writing skills to that point where you would start feeling a soft proud for the writer side is something which is gonna give you a forever writer, a forever friend to you. This is a kind of reminder to you to not stop writing based on the likes and admiration you get because I've done that and it gave me nothing. But when instead of getting insecure about myself, I used to keep on writing, the soothe it gave to me was of another level. Reach would be a hype for a lot of time for you but with time you would start falling in with how mirakee works, how it goes. No offence, I've seen the stupidest of one-liners getting hype and the most reasonable posts getting ignored. So many talented writers sitting back. And I am counting myself in one of those who aren't supporting talented people here because I haven't been much active here, I want to be but ain't able to but whoever is reading this I just wanna say one thing that please if you ever get the chance to support someone, to appreciate someone, to help them here it would mean a lot to them. If I wouldn't have got support in my past, I wouldn't have been here writing this. I don't want to delete my posts with fewer likes but God made me a human and now I've human swings which often lead me to doubt myself. But then I tell myself that these words should stay here, these words which were carved by my mind, these words which were chosen and placed together so carefully, this post should stay here so that whenever someone goes through my account they don't feel like writers need to have more than 100 likes to make their wall look beautiful.

    Please never stop writing, please don't back off, this admiration of work may not stay but being able to write down confused emotions, getting yourself clear out throw words, it's therapy. Free therapy and therapies are a rope to climb the most difficult mountains, not meant to be a reason for being tied around the neck.

    Thank you for reading.

    ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 23w

    And then she breathed out words from the same mouth with which she worships his lips, "you can't easily forget a person who had a promise clenched in those hands which looked like they were made to hold yours, hands which were sculpted to love but not for balancing forevers, hands which had the lanes of almost crossing them but still a promise eloped those lanes and ended up in my heart. A promise of hearing the silence of my love over the volume of goodbye."

    ~ ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

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  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 24w

    And I want to look like one of those cities
    whose broken windows reek of an
    astounding history and strong ceilings
    are ready to home one more war.

    ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 24w

    Weeping collarbones

    painful butterflies in the stomach/roasted panic attacks/anxiety attacks making out with my breaths/ tears raining on my barren cheeks and submerging in the ocean like collarbones/sleepless nights where the moon is no healer and sunset Ambre evenings where skylines are drowned in as much colour as I lack/5 sunflowers looking like 5 bright suns emitting too much yellow that I choose basking under blue and 6 novels sitting in my shelf having either too much romance or too much depression/ 2 hope notes per month and irony clinging on my bones saying people who don't know how to heal themselves always end up healing others better/ 385 pictures of the sky which maa feels is just an act of unnecessary filling up my phone's storage and my eyes silently telling her that these are to remind me of the days when skies made me smile and I didn't feel like I'm an unnecessary thing taking too much place in the universe's storage.

    ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 24w

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  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 25w

    'Of love becoming God'

    Loving you is like leaving for a temple and ending at your doorstep, loving you is like preaching prayers and ending it in your name, loving you is like telling my favourite colour and ending up imagining your eyes, loving you is like answering what makes your life beautiful and ending up describing you, loving you is like searching Amrita Pritam's poems and ending up reminiscing you in every line, loving you is like standing in front of the mirror and ending up looking at myself through your eyes, loving you is like looking at the sky and ending up tracing your initials in the lilac skylines spilt all over the sky as if celebrating my love for you, loving you is like cutting out my heart on words and ending up becoming a broken prayer finding meaning among the gap of your lips, loving you is like imagining home and ending up thinking about the last time your arms were holding me in a fragile grip, fragile enough to let my love breath and gripped enough to not lose me when fate knocks on the door.

    - ©thousand_splendid_thoughts

    Inspired by some very talented Instagram writers. I hope I don't delete this now.

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  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 25w

    #wod #septolet

    Ps- being more of a free style writer, writing like this is quite difficult. Still gave it a try.

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  • thousand_splendid_thoughts 26w

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