Tried writing something new,hope you will like it. Enjoy reading! _______________________________________________
The strange life and strange we, paper people and exposed me the roaming shadows along me, the scorching scars and apparent glee, longing for someone and overlooking we, hoping, expecting from the floating flee.
Dungeons of the Darkness and dusky dawn, is one and for all, then why some flowers Bloom under the Shadows and why some moan, maybe it makes some lean and others stone, or maybe it's about being a leaf or a Throne.
So this is the second part of the poem/series "Somewhat loved" I could not edit it that much so it is raw, Another thing is that I was really confused about the whole poem whether it is good enough or not but especially about the second para, at first I was thinking to remove it but later on decided to leave it as it is, please don't forget to leave your valuable feedback. Enjoy reading!
Hello guys, I am sorry for being off for this long, I was really not in a good state to write and it's been really tough to get over this phase, I have been in depression and anxiety from last 4-5 months, I am better now and I have something for you all, I have wrote a 3 poem series named "Somewhat loved" and this is the first poem of this series, I will post the next one on Sunday morning,hope you will like it and thanks for reading, don't forget to leave your precious feedback ,they mean the most and encourage us to continue writing. Thank you . __________________________________________________
SOMETHING MORE THAN LOVE ----------------------------------------- The moon makes me miss you, the Dungeons of Darkness makes me kiss you, the holy hollowness makes me love you, but something is pulling me apart, pulling us apart.
Is it the thirsty devil of the deep blue, Or is it the time which demands, Is it the way you have been, Or is it me.
Whatever it may be, The never-ending night isn't letting me sleep, A slight thought of losing you is making me weep, Can you touch these unheard drops?
I don't know if we are made for each other, Or some other is made for us, but one thing is for sure, you make me numb like that colorless cascade, or these whispering Woods, or this Silence of nature is making me bloom.
So, As some of you know that I am having writers block and exams that's why I am not able to post these days, I am sorry about that,another thing is that today is international men's day, and I really wanted to express what I feel as a men/boy ,This whole poem is a scribble, still I think you will enjoy it,another thing is that some of its part is kind of sarcasm and that's means it's meaning is totally opposite of what I want to say ! Enjoy reading ! _______________________________________________ मैं गिरा पड़ा उठा चला, यूँ भावों के भार तले दबा पड़ा, उमींदो की लौ तले निकल पड़ा, देखे अनदेखे रक्त के कतरों से कतराते, कभी छुपाते तो कभी झुठलाते मैं निकल पड़ा, उस अनजानी राह पर जिसका राही कोई तो अंजाम कोई था ।
मैं नासमझा सा कुछ समझा, कुछ समझाया , हमसाया बन बढ़ चला,अंधेरे में गुम होने का डर, पर अपनों के अपने से सपने मैं लिए चला ।
हर कथा का कहानीकर मैं, हर व्यथा का हकदार मैं, अधिकृत हर मूल का,एकमात्र चित्रकार मैं।
चितकराते,तिरस्कारते समाज में अपनी परिभाशा का हकदार मैं, पर बदलाव की एक किरण भी तो हूँ मैं, इस रूढ़िवादिता को बदलने का एक आइना भी तो हूँ मै, एक बाप,एक पति,एक बेटा भी तो हूँ मैं, बस यह समय की मांग है कि मैं मैं नही पर कुछ और ही सही कुछ तो हूँ मैं ।
इस प्यार को सहेजने ,संभालने, सवारने में शायद कुछ खो सा गया मैं, कभी नरम सा कभी गरम सा, सिथिल गहरे भंवर सा, कौन हूँ मैं ।
Here lies a amazing information on my Favourite Fuchkas. Hope you have a good time reading this! & hope you relate to this read.
Panipuri is a common street snack in the Indian subcontinent. It consists of a round, hollow puri, fried crisp and filled with a mixture of flavored water, tamarind chutney, chili, chaat masala, potato, onion or chickpeas.
The Panipuri is a popular street snack in Maharashtra, Gujarat, Madhya Pradesh, Karnataka, Tamil Nadu and Nepal. It is known as Phuchka in Eastern Indian states like Bihar, Jharkhand and West Bengal, also in Bangladesh. Pakodi is called in several parts of Gujarat and Kutch. Paani ke Patashe is what pani puri is called in parts of Haryana. In Lucknow, this dish is known as “Pani ke bataashe”, which means a crispy round dish having spicy water inside. The delicious snack of puris filled with tangy water is known as Gol Gappe in New Delhi, Punjab, Jammu & Kashmir, Haryana, Bihar, Madhya Pradesh and Himachal Pradesh. Pani puris are called Gup Chup in parts of Odisha, Hyderabad and South Jharkhand.
OOOOOH WEEEE! I've got a downright deadly challenge for you today folks!! And don't worry - it's fun, and no flowers, humans, or other living beings will be injured in the process. Pinky promise!
SO HERE'S THE DEAL: Y'all are gonna do a little research and come up with some poisonous flowers and then write a poem incorporating one or more of them. You can have a look at my most recent post on @lovenotes_from_carolyn to get an idea of what I mean.
OTHER RULES/INFO: ▪Images are encouraged but optional. ▪NO plagiarized posts ever allowed. ▪English posts only please. ▪ONE SUBMISSION ONLY PLEASE. ▪Mention the flowers in the caption. ▪Must submit before upper right hand corner of this post says '1d,' i.e., within 24 hours of the time this was posted.
New poetry form #daequality A=B=C=A transitive of equality
- Choose 3 linked words eg A= SUMMER, B= RAIN, C= WINTER - In line one ,write a short quote interlinking words A and B - In line 2, write a short quote interlinking words B and C - In line 3, write a short quote interlinking words C and A
- And in the last line i.e. forth line...use all the three words to convey the message linking all together!