aayeen

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• aayeen 13w

  We are not together anymore yet I cherish your every moment and every word.
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 13w

  A flameless fire,
  Bloodless wounds,
  Joyless excitements,
  Some fake smiles;
  
  My eyes, heart, soul and life.
  
  Infact I am but a mere living carcass
  Surviving on patience.
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 13w

  I'm not a poet but your essence makes me fill the parchments with poems dedicated to you.
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 13w

  You left too soon.
  I wasn't finished immersing into you.
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 14w

  Now my heart is
  no more a cemetery,
  because with the dust
  of your memories
  I have constructed
  the tomb of hope.
  Now my eyes are
  no longer in despair,
  because with tears
  I have created the oceans
  of patience.
  And now I am no more
  a lifeless creature,
  because the pain you left behind
  for me is now my strength.
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 14w

  To be a poet is not always a desire,
  but sometimes, it's to be a poem
  in the blank diary of your life!
  
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 14w

  It really hurts when the people you praise start degrading you.
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 14w

  Ah! those poetic conversations of ours,
  Is there anything more enchanting?
  ©aayeen

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• aayeen 14w

  Nights are scary, they say.
  But so are the days darling!
  
  ©aayeen

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• penletting 14w

  where the world ends.
  #poetry #love #memories #loneliness #musings #edge #brickwall #ruins #world.#end
  
  
  @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  where the world ends.

  along the walls of the Northern fortress,
  where the seam fades into cosmic dust;
  I long to see you under the clouds,
  where the world ends into ruin's crust.
  
  where men's honor and regrets are littered,
  scattered as numerous as the stars above;
  I long to share with you, the tales of yon -
  where the world ends in the recounter's show!
  
  where the vines of vile deeds creep and grow,
  from ashes of the dead to flowers of morrow;
  I long to take the intoxication in,
  where the world ends in memories and sorrow!
  
  across the horizon that is blue and bright,
  where the twilight, soon, spears her carmine;
  I long to steal a glimpse of your leave,
  where the world ends in the lone dreams of mine!
  
  - Lakshmi Kanthan Muralikrishnan.
  ©penletting

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• wallfl0wer 14w

  I'm listening.

  sit besides me,
  with wide blade scalpel,
  iris scissors and tweezers,
  with bundles of truth and honesty,
  and bunch of untold stories.
  
  go on,
  dissect those tough seven layers,
  and deceptive facades you wear,
  don't worry,i don't fear blood,
  neither I'll shame you for shedding tears,
  
  slit the topmost bitter coating,
  while you unfold the tale,
  that covered you with this pungent veil,
  trust me,I'm all ears.
  don't stop here,
  slit,squeeze and tweeze out  the second layer too,
  for i want to see how much blue,
  these covers hold,
  
   incise the layer number three,
  and let me see,
  the flames and fire sea,
  you claim to be flowing in your veins,
  and tell me those reasons,
  that filled you with this burning rage,
  I assure you,I'm listening.
  
  unveil that light-heartedness
  and that momentary cheer,
  you hide by perpetual gloomy smear,
   that you secretly abhor,
  so here,incise the layer number four,
  don't worry i don't fear blood,
  neither I'll shame you for shedding tears.
  
  slash the fifth coating,
  that holds the regrets,
  and hurdles your healing,
  let slip these bloodsucking stories,
  and make room for one's that recite your glories,
  gash through the last two layers,
  that you wear very close,
  to your skull,
  the parasite to your bones,
  the one that control your smile,
  and the one that weakens your spine.
  
   go on,
   tell me your worst fears,
  and your nightmares,
  for world has seen,
  enough of you as the resilient warrior,
  reveal me the hidden soft pacifist,
  unveil that little terrified kid,
  for world has seen,
  enough of the your austerity,
  reveal me the hidden mercy,
  unveil the heart that's empathetic,
  i am listening,
  i am here,
  don't worry,I don't fear blood,
  neither I'll shame you for shedding tears
  
  ©wallfl0wer

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• disruption 14w

  thank you @writersnetwork ❤

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  ᴰᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʷᵒⁿᵈᵉʳ
  ⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐⁱᵈᵈˡᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗ
  ⁱᶠ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳˡⁱᶠᵉ
  ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵈʸⁱⁿᵍ ᵉᵃˢʸ
  ᵂᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁱᵗ ᶠⁱˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳⁱᵐ
  ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵘʳᵍᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵈⁱᵛᵉ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ
  ᵖᵉᵃᶜᵉ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ʰᵃᵈ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉᵈ ᵐᵉ
  ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ᴵ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁿ ᴼʳ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ
  ⁱᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉˡⁱᵉᵛᵉ
  ᵗʰᵃᵗ "ˡᵒᵛᵉ" ʳᵉᵃˡˡʸ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵈ
  ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗᵒ ᵉˣᵖˡᵃⁱⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉᵖᵗ
  ᵒᶠ ⁱⁿᶠⁱⁿⁱᵗʸ. ᴵᶠ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿ
  ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᵒᵐⁱˢᵉ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ
  ᵒᶠ 'ᵃ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ' ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˡⁱᵛᵉ
  ⁱʳʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗⁱᵛᵉ ᵒᶠ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ᵒʳ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ.
  
  ©ᵈⁱˢʳᵘᵖᵗᵉᵈ

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• okayckay 14w

  Long time, no see!
  
  I hope you guys are still here and writing
  @whitewings @iamjass @krishnega

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  Poetry may not
  affirm my trust
  in tomorrows,
  but it does
  cajole me into
  weathering
  the storms
  of todays.
  
  © OKayCKay

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