In the blue world everything I observe is pure
Mukammal zindagi to koi bhi haasil nahi karta yahanDo pal ki zindagi mein ek pal ki sukoon bas kaafi hein yahan©sahnah
Leaves journey are so unique in its form. Rarely seen or notice when green but gain more value after wither and dry. #storyofaleaf #wod #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee
Leaf is deaf but it breathe to support its treeLeaf is blind but its look beautify the environment freeLeaf is mute but it reveals the cycle of life agree.©sahnah
Bina tumhare sath zindagi keemti thiAb mila jo sath tumhara to zindagi anmol ban gai©sahnah
And what attract the eyes mostly is the pure white colour betwixt all the hues.#coloursspeak #wod @writersnetwork @mirakeeThank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost ♥️♥️
Paint me with these colourful guitar paint like the petals, the butterflies, the nature and the rainbow still I will remain like a white sheet in each sight.©sahnah
#shelter #wod #pod @writersnetwork @mirakeeAnd when both the mind and heart wander in a different world there is surely a place make for them to dwell.
Words gather on white sheet to compose a prose on my lips And stanzas build as shade to shelter my aching soul from wrong skips©sahnah
Whenever the eyes are enclosed in obscure the heart will always believe in vivid colours to appear at precise moment of life.#subtle #wod @writersnetwork @mirakee
All will fade away and appear dark in one sight but believe in subtle colours of life that never delay to arrive on time.©sahnah
And sometimes it's beyond our capabilities to deal with our wounds and scars.#echo #wod @writersnetwork @mirakeeThank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost...♥️♥️
These bruises will heal for sure but what about the scars that make echo in the whole body when unspoken words face silence.©sahnah
Like in each lie you see a truthI too perceive in each sadness is sealed a happiness.©sahnah
When I hear voices in the dark silence each night my shadow betray my soul to let it enjoy the slow death with that undefined fear till dawn.©sahnah
Give me a reason to smileGive me a season to flyI lie near the river NileTo observe the yellow butterflyGive me a hug to rememberGive me a slug to gulpI'm not a soberBut my emotions make me sculptGive me a dream to seeGive me a beam of lightI keep myself in the evening freeTo admire the sunset and horizon's sightGive me a rainbow to colourGive me a hope to whisperI prefer the lavender flavourTo make love more prosperGive me the warmth of DecemberGive me the coldness of snowI live through the whole winterTo die each day in summer@writersnetwork @mirakee
All I need is everything...©sahnah
Sometimes we are so stuck in time .That many precious moments go oft unnoticed .Refer-Moiled - strived , make great efforts #question @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalImage credit to the rightful owner .
What if ...One day you regret seeing the forlorn winter you became whilst spring moiled to bloom at your doorstep ?©soulfulstirrings
We are all warriors .. each one of us is as mighty as the ocean and as infinite as the depths of the sky .Limitless .Survivors .#cees_tp_chall @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal Image credit to the rightful owner .
Battle scars ..Etched on papyrus like skinWithered with time yet holding groundEach a reminder of when she ebbed and flowedDecayed and growedOf how she became the river that never stopped meandering with graceOf how she bloomed amidst a world seeking perfectionOf how her soul rose from battlefields of doubts that marOf how she now wears her scars like stars©soulfulstirrings
The power of words ...Fire if in rage Ice when calm#opposites @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalImage credit to the rightful owner .
I sipped some fire from a goblet of rage todayAnd in haste I burnt bridges of loveThat collapsed and crumbledRight in front of my orbs/But you chose to follow the silent routeAnd like ice you quelled the inferno in my heart/And as I look back in retrospect...I see your shadow retracting with fearAnd realise how poisonous is angerOf how it can singe and scatheOf how it can scar that ache©soulfulstirrings
No one can stop another from leaving ..But when you do .. make sure you don't leave behind any why's for someone to wallow in. #wreckagec @writersbay @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalImage credit to the rightful owner .
And all you did...Was leave behind a wreckage of forsaken loveTying her heart into macrame knotsThat she still fails to unlace/So now she inks poetries in your nameIn the hope that you shall read them somewhere.. someday/So when you read themDo write back to her with reasons why you leftAnd set her free for onceSo that she's no longer caged by your unrequited love©soulfulstirrings
I'm a scathed town with some stained heartbreaksEnsnared by manyfrenzied metaphorsBut still waiting for a corpse to jump on its white clothes.I'm an enchanting town with off-white kindnessShimmered by the unveiled face of the yarelBut still waiting for a smile of her red lips in the dark night.I'm a soaring town with many ashamed memoriesHidden behind the rented clouds of DecemberBut still waiting for the last breath of old year.I'm a poetic town with falling soliloquiesscribbled by a tipsy poet with the delicate touch of his numb hiraethbut still waiting for the first drop of summer rain.I'm a woebegone town with intolerable journeyCovered by heartless holocaust and refined deathbedsBut still waiting for blooming of pot marigolds on me.I'm a forgotten town with many callous morguesBuried beneath the gleaming stars and cold moonBut still waiting for the opulent smile of azure sky.I'm a veiled town with many choked stomachsBreathed near the hair of an uncherished mannequinBut still waiting for the fragrance of petrichor in a rainy night./I'm a town/~AND YOU BELONG TO THAT TOWN©bidya b.#dropc (pc_pinterest)
Some excuses, more regrets
O Jesus Christ !I killed some stars again under the soaring clouds of December,I crumpled them under my heelsNeither those dark-coloured cloudsnor the cold moonno one stopped me thereThey lay down near my heelsbut never begged for a whiletheir heartbeats stoppedbut how silly they were ;and some sonnets were therewritten on their claviclesand I was trying to wear those magical syllables.O Jesus Christ !Someone killed me that daybefore I could finish my dinnerunder the candelabralamps of my homewith a sharpened knife of lovehe stabbed my stomach again and againNeither his plum-coloured heartnor his dim grey soulno one stopped him thereI lay down on a threadbare matand my pink smockturned into tattered red with some bloodstains and not so limpid they were ;I saw those leaflets near the Christmas treeand tried to read those sonnetsfrom dead starsbut I couldn't read themwhile taking the last breathwhere life was kneeling down.O Jesus Christ !I was sleepinginside that brown coffinand regretting about the murder of those innocent starsand remembering about those awful scarsI regretted about youwhile rememberingmy first heartbreak & last kissI was rotting awayinside the fiendish necropolissome stars were smilingbut I couldn't widen my lips thereI was dead & was unclothedI was regretting while whispering about some excusesbut those were not enoughto stop my death.b i d y a
I wore you likean unhinged night but you curled on my diaphragm to kill me.I wore you likea reticent megalopolisand you turned red with bloodstains of a poet.I wore you likean unclothed panoramaand you chugged down towards a frenzied cave.I wore you likea cold flower of loveand you left me with somegulmohars of heartbreak.I wore you like the first drop of summer rainand you pierced my petalsto quench someone's thrist.I wore you likean unnoticed poetrybut you burnt me inside the bonfire of a paralysed love.©вι∂уα в.#worec (pc_pinterest)