Just like good-reads, these are adyasha-reads. Hope, my writings justify so.
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Not Merely A 'Teacher'
Since ages ancient were known, Simple and underrated definitions.One who taught just something,Was called a ‘teacher’ for generations. Be it at merry or misery,Stand by their students’ sides.Friends at times, inevitably,They are perfect perpetual guides. Confidant comrades whenever sought,Good patient listeners they are.Letting us speak our hearts out,Console and assure they aren’t so far. If you believed unfledged meanings,Take few moments for redeems.As not merely ‘teachers’ they are,The relation’s deeper than it seems.©Adyasha Priyadarshini ©adyashareads
It's ok to get angry with someone out of desperation, but it's never too late to rethink, realise and forgive. After all, one has one's part to say, some reasons behind to answer and some circumstances to face! Never lose hope, try to acknowledge and change those.©adyashareads
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I sew thoughts in my writings,Laying my desperation in uneven threads.I moisturize the cottons with my tears,And hide emotions under my weaves.They soak my ales,And veil my numb optics.Knowing it won't fade into skies,I sew myself in my writings! ©Adyasha Priyadarshini ©adyashareads
MEN HAVE EMOTIONS TOO...
Men have emotions too,They can let it free or outdo.They have the right to screech,They know their destinations to reach.They have the right to their space,Believe everything is done with pace.They too can cry, fight and scream,Might be the pain of an unfulfilled dream.They might, at times, love and leave,But not always to betray and deceive.They might give devastating pain,Sometimes their ardor too is not in vain.©Adyasha Priyadarshini©adyashareads
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Fell the glints of entity unknown,On my dull, tear coated countenance.Highly more than affection it was,That freed my hidden spirits in durance.Splashes of something unknown freshened,My veiled heart of emotions untold.I sensed it as the mutually fed honesty,That let my hideous truths enfold.Linked to unknown roots of ardors,The heart was desperate to plea.You heard and shared every bit then,Including the crumbling me.Studying something unknown of yours,I expressed freely my disturbing harsh.Still in a confusion if you liked those,Because many define me is a marsh.Somewhere unknown in your heart laid,The buried broken parts of your past.Though had realised telling you earlier,Was waiting for your trust on me to last.Unknown in the hated puzzlement I stand,Trying to search what me means to you.Myself afraid within to hear the truth,Is loving to cuddle our memories few. ©Adyasha Priyadarshini©adyashareads
Speculations and upended assumptions assert not much of intelligence always. Yet, mostly the world is a victim to these.Adyasha Priyadarshini©adyashareads
They pretend to be there,
They don't knock doors except for the helps they desire.
Their shadows neither greet nor screech,
Often their silent letters do not reach.
They pretend to care with their phony faces,
They solely blame it on you when life messes.
Even after gaps they predict you did never wail,
Not knowing for you how the upended times sail.
They pretend showering love,
Though happiness seems to freeze above.
When they complain of serious deep fervor,
Their cautious behavior chases away the sweet murmur.
They pretend they aren't judgmental,
Fake their harsh opinions unintentional.
Agreed, at times they might be honest,
But it's hard to filter what reality hides within the calmest.
Overthinking is not bad at all times!Specially when life has too many dejection and disappointments in store for you, it indeed gives the courage to tell yourself, "It's Alright!"... -Adyasha Priyadarshini©adyashareads
Man cannot crown himself the sole survivor. There are birds, animals, trees and other creatures too innocent to even realise how insecure they are in a world full of demonic inhumanity. - Adyasha Priyadarshini ©adyashareads
From the breathing Amaltas to the suffocating traffics; from the dusty red soiled roads to the concrete cement expressways; from the fresh wildlife studded forests to the prevalent extra-urbanization, is the present environment! - Adyasha Priyadarshini ©adyashareads
Deep in the hollow heartwere painful scars hurt by thejudgemental crowd whichwent unnoticed becauseof her smile and she wasfocused to prove her existencetrusting her abilities and confidence in her strengthworking on her passionand not to please the crowd.©sproutedseeds21.07.20
Often we look back and reflect that childhood was unadulterated .. pure .And then comes an age when we learn what to keep and what to let go .In between.. we somehow get caught up in life's ways .#random @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
Betwixt the first and last pagesOf my memoir ...The rest are pages blank ./Cos it was only then I flowed...The rest I just lived/©soulfulstirrings
#cees_memo_chall@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay #ceesreposts I hope I have written according to the challenge because this freebird mind of mine can't concentrate on a particular point. #wordc You can maybe call void my favourite word.
A creepy thought in headA curled void in heartWill I be still readIf I leave far apartMemories of mine may fadeMy name may disappearFrom people's heart I evadeI sit engulfed in this fearI have woven wordsThroughout my lifeTo escape from absurdsTo ignore the strifeMy feelings vanishableMy words eternalMy heart unstableMy pen unconditional(Want to be remembered)Not by my nameNot by my deedsFor all my fameJust some good readsMy presence isn't foreverPeople will eventually forget meAll I have wanted ever is My poetries to live as me©piyuldwivedi
She was shattered, torn apart. Body bared for the indifferent world to see. Yet, he cared, Caressed her wounds, Covered her scars with the fabric of his compassion, Cocooned her in the safety of his arms,... Story of a healing touch and everlasting love.©zia_shae
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©akshiwritesIn a world full of religious conflicts, let's save the fabric of humanity from being torn.
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None of us would love to be viewed as tornYet at times we are broken, pained and in despairBe it about life, death or maybe just every day challengesThe phenomenal thing about us isThat no matter how different we appear to beOur fabric remains It might look tattered at timesBut it still moves usWe still make an effortEven while mentally bruised©wilmaneels©16072020
It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter. - Marlene Dietrich
Sometimes ...life teaches us to shine in the darkest of hour and takes away the shine on the brightest of hour . Her way of always keeping us grounded .Refer-Whilend - temporary; not lasting; not permanent; transient; transitory; not eternal.Burgeoning - bloomingFauve - vivid coloursCimmerian - dark , gloomyMackle - blurLuciferous - providing bright lightYou - life#nuance @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalImage credit to the rightful owner .
I shimmer with a nuanceIn life's whilend broadway ..Burgeoning into fauve hues On a cimmerian eventide...Fading into a mackle ,On luciferous days ./You break me and then put me back togetherWith a finesse that only an artist can do/©soulfulstirrings
Seven zeros make zero—that’s whatwe are. Seven opportunitiesto drown in, seven ways out—don’t look too hard, we’ll blur.- Rita Dove, Stargazing@shashagilbert_ love ya. @writersnetwork I love you too, thank you so much for reposting!#pod #mirakee #writersnetwork@mirakee @writersnetwork #ceesreposts#chaosc @writersbay #writersbay#nuance #blue_missedopp @bluepuppy01
The good times that were a feet apart,Now plunged as daggers in my heart;Regretful of all the drowned chances,Outrageous against fate's foul nuances.In the chaos of today, I barely breathe,All grief in a facade of smiles I wreathe;Had I walked the road, I once forsook,I'd count less defeats in life's olden book.The dead eyes convey a sorrowful rue,Scattering with every glance a dark hue,Seeking for opportunities at every step,Perhaps, even time on them has slept.With this burden, from pulse I'd part,To lost, uncharted dreams in my heart;Regretful of all the drowned chances,Outrageous against fate's foul nuances.©zohiii
Nature uses human imagination to lift her work of creation to even higher levels. - Luigi Pirandello