love_whispererr

•Bidya B.• Want to be like those poetries of Sylvia Plath and to live forever in your dainty heart...❤️

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  • love_whispererr 12h

    When I was broken
    My soul was smashed
    heart was fragmented
    into hundred one pieces
    by some untruths
    by some crushed
    cum ruptured dreams
    by some concocted
    own expectations
    I got hurt by those
    ghastly bruises
    by those lesions
    black coloured
    wilted stains on the
    backbone of mine
    those cuts inside
    the so-called heart
    terrific blemishes
    inside the pneuma,
    And I was not "me"

    And then
    She came into my life
    as an elegant angel
    I was lost in myself,
    but she found me from me
    She cleansed those scars
    by some tumeric salves
    Replenished a fresh spirit
    Refilled some palpable
    fantasies in my stray heart
    Unburdened those cargos
    from the horrid pneuma
    and taught me to love
    myself more and more
    I douched in the
    fragrance of her verses
    Her enchanting tunes of
    love made me alive again.

    But who was she ?
    I think
    //in the world of monsters,
    she was not only an angel
    but also a goddess for me//

    But still dear,
    I am not able to define her and
    still they are asking me
    "Who was she ?"

    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr


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    But Who Was She ?

    //in the world of monsters,
    she was not only an angel
    but also a goddess for me//



    But still they are asking me
    "Who was she ?"

  • love_whispererr 1d

    Paint my canvas of life
    with the exquisite colours
    of your enchanting poetries
    as I will inundate in those
    fragrance of verses and
    will rest forever in the
    coffin of glacé balladries.

    //because I know darling,
    those verses are only for me
    & they do miracles to my crippled soul//


    #fridayfun #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    "YOU" : A Dream

  • love_whispererr 2d

    How long will you hide
    behind the entity of gloom ?
    Take your soul out
    from the melancholy,
    feel the sterling vibes of
    squishy cum wintry breezes
    and scribble a balladry
    of love in the paper of life !!

    //be the poet
    of your own poetry
    and wrable
    an enchanting
    jingle for yourself//




    ©love_whispererr

  • love_whispererr 3d

    "She"

    Was untouched by menances
    She was a bewitching sunshine
    But that nuts labyrinth of entity
    touched her with savoury breezes
    & languished the valorous pneuma
    Became a tuna salad with milkshakes;

    //such a contrasting smack,
    which no one can ever accept
    not even if in dreams !!//


    ©love_whispererr

  • love_whispererr 4d

    Lift me up again on your laps
    I want to laze forever
    Don't want to whirl in the
    loathsome cum vile labyrinth of life
    Don't wake me up my dear, never
    O Father !

    Want to cuddle myself
    with your soothing arms of love
    Want to cry on your chest
    can you cleanse those hideous
    cum ghastly scars of my tears ?
    O Father !

    Can you croon an enchanting
    cradle song for me
    Want to feel that alluring vibes
    and to be lost in those libretti
    & to relish my pneuma forever
    O Father !

    Want to savour my soul
    & to adore the nauseating heart
    Want to love and cherish
    myself more and more
    O Father !

    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr


    (Hola padre means O father in Spanish language)

    #spanish_wt #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee @writerstolli #writerstolli

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    Hola Padre !

    Lift me up again on your laps
    I want to laze forever
    Don't want to whirl in the
    loathsome cum vile labyrinth of life
    Don't wake me up my dear, never
    O Father !

  • love_whispererr 1w

    What is love ?
    According to someone "Love is a very strong feeling of affection towards someone who you are romantically or sexually attracted to."

    So basing on this, I can divide the LOVE into three categories i.e. love in poor family ,love in middle class family and love in rich family.

    Love in a poor family :-
    Those one who don't have bread to eat, where will they get time to think about love and dream about a pretty face of his/her love partner.
    //they don't know about love and age, only that monstrous "belly" matters for them//

    Love in a middle class family :-
    They want to study, want to dream, want to fall in love, want to do a good job for the family,wany to fulfill the wishes of parents and again want to marry the love partner. But darling, how can you get so many dreams all together ?
    So dreams break in a stygian hour of night.
    Love hurts, soul clamours.
    "Break up" comes when the family responsibilities comes to mind.
    //age really matters here dear//

    Love in a rich family :-
    Someone said "The rich don't work for money. They have money to work for them."
    They have money to fulfill their dreams. As they have already silver bowl and golden spoon, they don't have that responsibilities to earn money and to sweat in a long day. They have time to love and live and to choose partner.
    //here I think, age doesn't matter//


    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr

    (This is my own review)
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    Does age matter to
    fall or be in love ?


    Yes darling,
    it matters
    but for some
    not for all !

  • love_whispererr 1w

    आप सभी को हिंदी दिवस की हार्दिक शुभकामनाएं
    बहत time के बाद हिंदी writing
    अगर कोई grammatical error होगा, तो बता दीजिएगा...

    #writerstolli @writersnetwork @mirakee #hindipoems #hindidiwas

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    सुनो ना...

    खुली छत की एक
    ठंडी सी हवा हो तुम
    ठंडी-ठंडी मौसम में
    एक कप गर्म चाय
    की प्याली हो तुम
    और गर्मियों की दिनों में
    कभी रूह अफ़ज़ा लस्सी
    तो कभी swag वाली
    Pepsi हो तुम !

    _बिद्या

  • love_whispererr 1w

    I want to unfasten
    that egress of love.
    Want to fly
    in that
    azure lofty sky
    no one should
    clutch me with
    their forepaws.
    Want to be
    like those
    poetries of
    Sylvia Plath
    and to live
    forever in
    your dainty heart
    with evergreen
    pretty lexicons.
    Want to glisten
    like that orb
    which will dazzle
    every night &
    will mesmerize you.
    Want to be
    like those
    metaphors of
    "The Sun Rising"
    which will abut
    your shrinking soul
    in a while.
    But don't want to
    be like that floret
    which will bloom
    only for a day
    and a night
    And I don't want
    to die like that
    darling !!

    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr

    #pod #fridayfun @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    I don't want to die in 23...

    Want to be like those
    poetries of Sylvia Plath
    and to live forever in
    your dainty heart
    with some pretty
    evergreen lexicons.

    //but I don't want
    to die like others darling//

  • love_whispererr 1w

    Your lies
    like those bruises
    bring tears
    sometimes
    bloodstains
    in my eyes
    But I can't bind
    those vehemances.
    those tears
    tumble from eyes
    My cheeks
    want to drain them
    but the heart
    glimpses
    for a while
    & endorses that
    those are the
    bloodstains
    not water drops
    But my lips
    guzzle them
    and enfold a
    veil on my face
    And I seal
    those sentiments
    through my lips
    But darling,
    I'm not Rihanna
    I don't like
    the way you lie
    And sorry
    I hate you now...

    _bidya b.

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #mask #veil #poem #pod

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    Your lies
    like those bruises
    bring tears
    sometimes
    bloodstains
    in my eyes
    And darling,
    I'm not Rihanna
    I don't like
    the way you lie

    //hey,
    can I say sorry
    because
    I hate you now//

    ©love_whispererr

  • love_whispererr 1w

    Crippled pneuma
    screams
    in a privy
    sometimes
    on the pillows
    But everytime
    on the diary of her
    those lexicons
    consoles her
    On the leaflets
    of poetries,
    she solaces
    her infirm soul.
    But a mask
    she wears
    on her face
    looks so alluring
    as that veil
    which always
    twinkles & shines
    But behind that
    her silence
    shrieks loudly
    but no one can
    hearken to that
    tranquility
    Those quietude
    hammers on her
    gammy lame heart
    But that vizard
    engulfs that yelling
    over her stillness
    as always...

    AND AGAIN SHE SCREAMS...

    _bidya b.
    ©love_whispererr
    (12th September, 19)

    #pod #mask @mirakee

    Thank you @writersnetwork for your kind repost...✌️✌️

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    Mask that
    always smiles,
    but behind that
    her silence clamours...