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  • _ameeshii_ 2w

    It has been days since the sea had run beneath my feet.
    It has been days since the wind has caressed my cheeks.
    It has been days since the sun has tanned me toes.
    It has been days since the stars have twinkled in my eyes.
    It has been days since I have felt alive.

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 2w

    There comes a time when you stop talking to yourself and its then when you die with each inhale.

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 2w

    Sometimes there is a storm raging within you. A storm which you need to survive to move forward in life.
    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    तु कुछ इस तरह मिल मुझसे
    जेसे सितारे मिलते हैं मेहताब से ।

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    There is a beauty of flaws.
    It embraces more of them.

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    आज जेसे जज्बातों का एक सैलाव सा उठा है,
    मानों किसी ने ठहरे पानी के कुएँ में एक पत्थर दे मारा हो।

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    Dear Ring Finger,

    From the first cry to the everlasting waiting, you and I had been together through every fret and fever of life. There hasn’t been a day when both of us do not feel the same. You are the replica of mine. Whatever I feel, whatever achs me, whatever hurts me to the core, you feel the same. I had been fond of Rings since my childhood. I remember my parents bought me a tiny cute little gold ring when I was 6. But unfortunately, by the time I turned 7, I outgrew my favorite attires and also that beautiful ring. The ring so tenaciously adhered to you that, my father had to cut it out from you while I was asleep. Sometimes even non-living things get attached to the place they are in. It takes a lot of time and perseverance to settle in a place and when one has to leave it, letting go becomes difficult, doesn’t it?

    You and I have always wanted LOVE to be an integral part of our life. Like me, even you want the baggage of love, the baggage of commitment, the responsibility of a relationship, the conviction of an anchor, the contentment of having a home. There are days when we end up feeling empty. With a big hollow within us and around us. On days it becomes dark, without a strand of hope, without a ray of sunshine. We try to wear it in the façade of not caring enough, I get so bewildered by it that I start believing it. But every time I look at you, It reminds me of the pretense that I wear. However, hard I try, I cannot ignore the fact that You and I are in wait for the one.

    When Céline Dion sings “Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime, and never let go of ‘ill we are gone…”, it melts us. Pretending something that one is not is a devastating feeling. It kills us, eats us, churns us, grinds us from every part. We are believers. We believe that things gonna fall in place come what may. And so does we believe that Love will find us and shelter us in its boughs. We tried it once, we fell in love. So madly in love. We gave whatever we had, whatever our heart was capable of. But things don’t always work out the way we plan them. So did that relationship. Thereafter, I even wandered in the solitude of One-sided Love and found out that it was way easier. It didn’t bound me, I could love with open wings. But the aimless flight exhausts us after a time. One seeks a shelter to rest. And that’s when I realized that come what may, in the end, all we long for is a shelter, an anchor, a home.

    With deep sighs and hope, you and I will keep on waiting. Because waiting has the beauty of its own. It is the journey towards the destination, towards the ultimate address. Every day You and I wake up with the burden of emptiness within and on us. I know sometimes the weight of desolation falls heavy on us and we break down. But you have taught me to keep Hope tied in our veins. There is nothing more powerful than faith and we must keep faith in whatever we believe. I know tomorrow morning You and I will wake up again feeling each other, feeling empty, feeling desolate but that’s the joy of waiting.

    Through thick and thin,
    Ankita.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork

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    Dear Ring Finger,

    ...sometimes even non-living things get attached to the place they are in. It takes a lot of time and perseverance to settle in a place and when one has to leave it, letting go becomes difficult, doesn’t it?

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    Even when you are crossing the darkest lane of your life, there will be people who will turn up into fireflies and light up your pavement.
    Cherish those fireflies.

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    Some days, all you can feel is an emptiness breathing inside you.
    It haunts you like a ghost,
    Following you everywhere you go.
    It walks beside you, in you, around you.
    It eats you up and carves a hollow within, which is empty as nothingness. It is all immaculate, spotless and vacant.
    It chokes your words, your breath, your strength. Your shrieks are silent. Your words are unheard.
    That's what you become, what you feel on some days. Nothing, but empty!

    ©_ameeshii_

  • _ameeshii_ 3w

    हम तो हमराही बन के मिले थे
    पता नहीं कब एक दुसरे के मंजिल बन गए ।

    ©_ameeshii_