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  • _anaan__ 13h

    //Silence is like rock music//
    The dreary atmosphere of hate and jealousy
    The cacophonous voices unidentified and haunting
    Freezing cold and numb
    I feel around them
    My lips are sealed with fear
    My eyes are devoid of the devastating vision
    Monopoly of hoax
    Plays in my town
    On the big old dusty recorder
    But I can hear no sound

    Espying happiness
    carved on the helpless two faces of the city
    The beautifully cursed hazel orbs
    See the violence within
    Carving poetry in the sky with it's glistening blood
    Unaware of the tragedies my heart hushes my soul
    Calmly like nothing had happened
    Unaware of being star crossed to be born within the wars of the self
    My mind speaks the impossible
    Louder and louder
    But
    Again I can hear no sound
    ©_anaan__
    Just tired of everything .
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  • _anaan__ 3d

    I yearn for all those conversations I had about the metaphors and the cynical stories
    I yearn for all those little things which kept me going through the process of changes
    Betwixt the universe of life and reality
    I swinged on maybe
    Perhaps I am too baffled to think about relishing the good in my life
    I try and I try to be that Sunflower in my backyard that's makes me happy when I look at it
    I yearn for all the those fragile things that made me strong enough to face the worst
    I yearn an old epoch of my life where nothing mattered but me.
    ©_anaan__

  • _anaan__ 4d

    //Books; your old friends//

    I see people hiding in my world from the reality
    Wailing and writing songs about me
    The rage inside of them makes the mighty sun jealous
    I envy no one but I get caught in the war of the words
    I shelter the hopes of my people
    I accompany them every where
    I break their walls and tame their vulnerable souls
    Moonlit sky gets too much attention of some folks
    When they seek refuge in my loneliness and silence
    When happy
    They put me on the shelves where I become a distant memory
    Sooner or later they return to me
    Sometimes happy and sometimes miserably lost
    I fill their glasses with contentment
    I have whelved the secrets of the oppressors in me
    I have been traumatized by the humans
    Their foul plays
    Their hunger for power
    Their superficial care
    Their stories
    I am surviving since the beginning of those painful and peaceful periods of the history
    I have been there watching everything
    I have terribly experienced everything
    The mighty thrones turning into thorns
    To People helping the world get a better place to live
    I have been there
    Some of them carved me with patience and selflessness
    Some with love and happiness
    And some with embers of rage
    I belong to everyone and not to just one
    'Cause you are no master and I am no slave
    After all this time
    You let me die behind that glass door of your library because of the technology
    ©_anaan__
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  • _anaan__ 5d

    Gazing the moon
    Through the trees
    Dancing in the wind with those pale yellow leaves
    Fireflies circling around
    Living a fairytale tale
    With my dreams
    I saw you in the iridescent
    Midnight moon
    Full of beauty and bliss
    Like the brave candle in the gloom
    ©_anaan__

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    My mind was a redolent temple of roses which I worshiped daily
    Epoch of despair turned it into a barren land of hesitancy.
    ©_anaan__