batulvohra

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• batulvohra 8h

  Koi to ho
  Koi to ho jo aap jaisa ho aur nhi bhi
  
  Koi jiski tippniya ajeeb magar
  Lage sahi bhi
  
  Koi jiske saath haste haste
  Aansoon bhar aye
  Koi jisse dukh chip na paaye
  
  Koi jisse roz subhe mil kr bhi
  Shaam ko waps phone pe lambi baate ho
  Chand ghanto ki wo mulakat ho ya
  3 ghante ki wo video call
  Unke saath bitaye har pal kam pad jaate ho
  
  Chahe choti si khushi ya jeet kyu na ho
  Phela msg ya call usi ko jaaye..
  Aur tumhare bas ek sad emoji se na
  Immediate text usi ka aaye..
  Yaar Sab theek? Ruk I'll call
  
  Chahe wo tumhara gussa ho
  Ya pagalpanti
  Koi to ho jisne dekha ho tumhara har ek shade
  Koi to hai jiske hone se saare probelms ho jaaye fade
  
  Koi to go jiske hone se
  Zindagi ka har pal lage acha
  Koi to ho ek dost sacha..
  
  
  @writersnetwork
  @mirakee
  #writersstolli

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  Koi To Ho
  
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 1w

  Life's changing
  So are we
  Cuz change is the only constant.
  
  We'd be entering a completely new phase
  Getting our dream job
  Settling our career
  Meeting new people
  Making new friends
  Falling in love
  Finding our partner
  Getting married
  
  Oh god!!
  Seems like such a long list of things doesn't it..
  But it'll happen.
  One by one.
  You won't even realize that untill the time has passed.
  
  There will be struggles, obviously.
  Nothing is easy. Is it?
  Tears and bag of sorrows will be there.
  But so will be packets of laughter love and joy..
  
  One say we'll look back and laugh about how petty our problems were back then
  How much tension we took.
  
  We'd also cry wanting to back in time when life was a little ease..
  But as you know change is the only constant
  You can't go back
  
  But surely we can live to the fullest in present and make lovely memories to be cherished forever
  Can't we??
  
  
  
  @writersnetwork

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  Change is the only constant.
  You are lost seeping in the moment,
  But then there comes an end
  Life changes in an instant.
  
  At first,
  You may seem to struggle.
  Old and your new self,
  Would seem to juggle.
  
  What once was a Caterpillar,
  Is now a Butterfly.
  You'll see beauty ,
  The change ought to bring
  As time passes by.
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 2w

  Love's evolved
  
  From sending orchids and roses
  To sharing smilies and heart emojis
  
  From writing long letters and poetries
  To tagging in snapchat and insta stories
  
  From falling for them at first sight
  To finding new love just at swipe right
  
  From enjoying every little moment
  To running after every latest couple trend
  
  From stealing glances between classes
  To asking out at random party dances
  
  From spending night with their dreams
  To wishing goodnight on tablet screens
  
  From walking by the sea , hands in hands
  To those dinner dates over the weekends
  
  From days , sharing thousand emotions
  just through eyes
  To days when even long phone calls
  wouldn't suffice
  
  Love is what we wanted back then
  Love is what we seek now
  What differs is how...
  
  
  ©batulvohra
  
  @writersnetwork

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  Roses & emojis
  
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 4w

  Dear 2020,
  With enjoying all girls trip to goa post exams, to finally getting the tag of Dr, it all started on a good note.
  From making best use of this one last year of college, gaining as much knowledge that I could to making many more memories with my bffs to be cherished forever.You can't even imagine what all I had planned ahead.
  
  But come 21 March, 2020 and the world came to standstill. All it took, was a virus to turn everybody's life.
  Being at home for such a long time after spending years in the hostel, seemed to be such a relief. Little did I know that I'd be missing my routine life back then.
  
  So come lockdown, and out came the list of all to be read books, series and movies to be watched, paint brushes and those half written poetries.
  
  From chatting endlessly with my friends discussing complex family tree of DARK and who's gonna survive the Money Heist to making those boring ppts.
  
  Enjoying long video calls sharing our lockdown experiments to reminiscing good old days.
  From writing my heart out to attending online open mics
  From virtual bday wishes to online lectures.
  
  From Enjoying family time playing tambola and ludo, carrying out those midnight baking endeavors to watching Disney with cousins.
  
  Fun and Enthusiasm did last for long period of time, but it did come to an end.
  There came days when I felt like doing nothing.
  Days spent Just staring blankly at my diary or scrolling endlessly through insta barely giving a glance at any post.
  Days when I badly missed my college, the traffic, dining out at restaurants, those impromptu hangouts with friends. Days, when home felt like a prison which one could barely escape. Days, when everything seemed to be going wrong.
  
  Days, where I brooded over the things that I could have done, had the things been different.
  
  There was a time when I just hated you, wanting time to pass and things to get normal asap.
  
  But at a same time I'm grateful to you, for all those little lessons that you've taught me, be it understanding the importance of human touch, spending quality time with loved ones, rediscovering self and being grateful to little things in life.
  
  So finally here we are, near the end of yet another year. I'm glad its about to end and I do hope 2021 has something better in store for us.
  But Call me a hypocrite if you like, I'm gonna miss you.
  
  - Batul Vohra
  
  @writersnetwork
  #writersnetwork#mirakee#2020#newyear#newbeginn ings#2021#life#hope

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  Dear 2020,
  
  From missing my normal life
  And wanting to break free
  To enjoying little moments that I've spent.
  Even though I'm glad
  the year's finally gonna end,
  A part of me will miss you
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 5w

  #mirakee
  #poetries

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  It's the feeling that goes unseen
  It's the words that go unheard
  It's the Silent screams and
  Vivid dreams
  It's the Deepest fear
  And a lone tear
  They aren't just mere rhymes
  Or woven tales
  It's what a writer's heart that wails...
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 7w

  #writersnetwork
  #writerstoli
  #mirakee
  @writersnetwork

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  CELEBRATE THYSELF
  
  You don't need somebody else
  To tell you were good
  You know you did the best you could
  So raise a toast and smile
  Celebrate thyself
  Cuz you've managed to cover these miles
  
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 8w

  Have you ever wondered who we are really?
  Are we really what we show?
  Or whether our true self lies within the core.
  
  We all are born unique. Each one having their own physical characteristics, likes dislikes, intellect and sensitivity. Every one is one of it's own kind.
  But as one grows and becomes a part of larger society, there comes time when he has to hide his true self, portraying a facade.
  A facade of honest , hardworking employee/ student
  A facade of loving partner
  A facade of dutiful son/ daughter
  
  What for?
  ACCEPTANCE
  RECOGNITION
  RESPONSIBILITY
  LOVE
  SURVIVAL
  
  As time passes by, the core gets pushed deeper and deeper, covered within multiple layers.
  In the chaos of maintaining our roles we forget who we truly are..
  
  #mask#emotions#feelings#hidden#humans#love#realtions#survival#mirakee#writersnetwork#poems#poetrybyme#writerscommunity

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  Are you really what you show
  Or there's someone else
  hidden within the core?
  
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 10w

  We met at CMP
  For almost half of year we were mystery
  Not knowing each other that well
  But as time passed by we began to gel
  
  Our very first hang out must have been
  Enjoying post 1 year exam at burger king
  And after that it just became a trend
  Going to mcd KFC with our stranger beings
  
  Be it Delhi Darbar ki tandoori
  Or 99 pancakes
  Silver beach ke dosas
  Jumbo king ka vada pav
  and crazy shakes
  Food always added sparkle to your
  Just like joey��
  
  From crying over pending syllabus
  To planning dream trips
  Sharing cringy memes
  To useful exam tips
  From kolad river rafting
  To ultimate goa trip
  The days that we've spent together
  Will be cherished forever..
  ©batulvohra

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  To My Kumbhkaran

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• batulvohra 11w

  @writersnetwork
  
  #waiting#love#distances#hearts#heartbeats#suffer#lovers#mirakee#lovepoem#poeticthoughts

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  Kaise kahu ki bin tere dil behal hai
  Har ghadi sataye tera khayal hai
  Tere bin beeta har pal mano lagta saal hai
  Tujhse ab bas yhi saval hai
  
  Kya yaado me meri tu bhi tadpati hai?
  Kya raate teri sukoon se katati hai?
  Kya dil me tere dhadkane meri basti hai?
  ©batulvohra

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• batulvohra 11w

  रोज़ बात करना ज़रूरी तो नहीं
  हर मैसेज पर इमीडियेट जवाब देना
  पॉसिबल तो नहीं
  शायद हर वक़्त ये भी ना बन सके
  कि तुम्हारे आसूँ पोछने मौजूद रहु
  कभी कभी तुम्हारी छोटी सी जीत पे भी
  शामिल ना हो सकु
  
  तो क्या रिश्ता ख़तम?
  
  ज़रूरी तो ये है
  चाहे गम हो या ख़ुशी
  सबसे पहले ख्याल तुम्हारा आए
  लम्बे मेसेजिस या कॉल भले ना सही
  चंद लफ्ज़ो में दिल का हाल बयां हो जाए
  
  ब्लू टिक्स या लास्ट सीन की हमें
  परवाह नहीं
  वक़्त के साथ
  बाते भले ही कम होजाए
  ज़िन्दगी के हर एक पल में एक दूजे को भूल ना जाए कही
  
  #connection#relationships#stayintouch#world#vaaste#poems#poetry#mirakee#poetsworld#writerscommunity
  
  @writersnetwork
  @mirakee

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• quotes_mirakee 5w

  All art is autobiographical. The pearl is the oyster's autobiography.
  
  - Federico Fellini

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• mayank_333 11w

  नज़्म

  कभी जो ख्वाबों में था आज हकीकत हो गया
  जो कल तक हांथों में था आज समुंदर का हो गया
  जो कल तक बारिश में था आज तारों में खो गया
  मिट्टी से बना आज सबकी जरूरत हो गया
  
  जो कल तक साहिल सा था आज बवंडर हो गया
  जो कल तक मासूम सा था आज सिकंदर हो गया
  एक शांत सा समुंदर किसी कोने में छिप गया
  हवा का झोंका आज हवा में ही खो गया
  ©mayank_333

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• mayank_333 11w

  @mittal_saab
  Five words challenge
  #five_words
  खिड़की, पर्दा, मुस्कान, बारिश, आंखे

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  पर्दा ए ज़िन्दगी

  लगता है किसी पर्दे के पीछे रहती है ज़िन्दगी
  तुम्हारी आंखों में वो खिड़की के पर्दे सी डोलती है
  पर्दा खुलता है तो ये बवंडर सी बहकती है
  लाख छिपा लो तुम इन्हें पर ये सच बोलती है।।
  
  तेरी आंखो के काजल में वो तारे सी चमकती है
  कभी बारिश की सोंधी मिट्टी सी महकती है
  कभी तेरे आंसू कभी मुस्कान में खूब झलकती है
  ना जाने किस पर्दे पर ठहरती है ज़िन्दगी।।
  ©mayank_333

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• colourfulgreys 12w

  //Stop putting filters to your face//
  
  Life nowadays has become all about pretence.
  
  Everyone and anyone I see or talk to, is trying their very best to outshine me. Many times I guess it's involuntarily so. People cannot just praise anyone now, they seek the praises for themselves instead.
  
  They want to show off that they have in-depth knowledge of music, literature and they do not stick to the mainstream anymore, rather they have tastes that are finer than the rest. How they know the best about the nation and its good.
  
  They do not hesitate in calling the other person's choice in music or films as lame. They've already seen any and everything that is trending on Netflix and Amazon (while I pass time watching harry potter memes on Insta, while being partly worried over the rising net prices.)
  
  They call your dreams cheap for lacking the lustre of cash and the gloss of Switzerland. Sitting tight over their glorious surnames, they are ready to get offended by the second. It's a difficult time to be funny and doubly so to be sarcastic.
  
  Ordinary though is everyone, extraordinary feats that are being accomplished, even if in words alone. Hundreds of trends, followed by people with more fervent than goodness ever was.
  
  Your status is on crutches of your familiarity with the latest and the best of singers, the movies proclaiming the most intelligence and charisma, books that are complex for they have lost all the basic simplicity of breathing in us, Silicon valley hustle, Washington elections and all things left and centre.
  
  The cosmos and parallel universe is the cynosure of discussions, though failing to understand what your parents want and no knowledge whatsoever of the desires of your scared heart and maimed mind. Everyone's a coder, hacker and mind mapper, even if all they get excited about is getting a few more currency notes in their wasted wallet.
  
  When they ask you how you are, brace yourself because the next question will be about where you live and what you do. If you do not live in a metropolis, half of your image is down the drain, and if you are a clerk, then heaven forbid, you will be asked to DND. Collected money is better than knowledge today. And fancy filters.
  
  Image is the keyword of existence now. Maybe it always was, and it's increasing exponentially.
  
  I have to worry about the image my Insta is creating in the mindless monkeys called youth, the image my stupid resume makes on the dumb-f*ck minds of the interviewers, the image my salary makes on the minds of my relatives and neighbours and college mates, the image I make on probable boyfriends and so on.
  
  So much is fake in my being, that I wish to rip off even the last bit of skin on my bones now, naked honesty, your original thoughts, no filters in reality.
  
  In this brief turn at living, we must try to talk the truth, accept our reality.
  
  Not everyone will have the same taste in movies and songs and dresses, no one is allowed to define beauty for you; it's all a trap of capitalism, where if you are not ashamed of your phone, why will you buy a new one? Buy a MacBook Pro or iPhone by raising a debt only to get the few envies due to a mirror selfie with the new candy.
  
  Come on! Read, but for yourself, not to upload the latest confusion selling as hotcakes. Listen to your favourite songs, however old or out of trend, love your face, if fat-- genuinely try to get fit, sweat it out and be patient, rather than raising debts again to go under the knife.
  
  Remember that a warm hug from your mother or a hi-five from your old friend or the act of cleaning your pet's poop, can make you a lot happier than a million views or likes on your posts.
  
  Whatever job you do, if you enjoy it, do not be tempted to glorify it, just keep it. And there is no harm in being ordinary.
  
  Not being able to play the guitar or to visit Maldives or having the coolest handbag or being able to do 50 burpees a day, don't make you, the ability to be content with your resources, while trying to figure out things for yourself is what makes you- You.
  
  #mirakee @writersnetwork #selfmusingsofj #daadigotyourback
  BG: paintingbysnehal on IG
  © Harfkaar 28-10-2020

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• childauthor_345 13w

  My words can be erased
  Not me .
  ©childauthor_345

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• ovais43 13w

  The true love never dies
  It tries only to disguise
  Or hide under the blanket of lies
  
  ©ovais43

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• amsterdam 14w

  I THINK WE ARE POETS
  
  because on days we can't tame
  the hurricane brewing
  at the pit of our stomach
  we happily gulp down honeyed sunshine
  and chew on sugary and cheesy metaphors
  to hush it down till it falls asleep on a bed
  of roses whose thorns pricked our fingers
  too many times,
  that pain isn't a big deal anymore
  and we embrace love
  like a long lost friend who never fails to
  make us cry at every hello and goodbye,
  because life is like a train,
  we are passengers who wander
  and meet strangers at every station,
  where we sometimes lose
  our excess baggage of
  all the stuff that drains
  every ounce of happiness
  left in our memory bank,
  but then, L I F E indeed works
  in mysterious ways that
  despite the countless times
  it knocks us down, upon looking up
  the stars would be there smiling at us,
  and we would smile back so wide
  while peeling Band-aids from wounds
  that bleed myriad stories
  of failures and heartbreak,
  of past regrets and present fears
  that only self-love and acceptance
  can heal in the perfect time,
  and we'll wear our scars
  proudly like cute tattoos where buds
  of hope will soon bloom.
  
  ©amsterdam
  10. 12.20
  @writersnetwork @mirakee

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  I Think We Are Poets

  because we smile back at the stars
  and wear our scars like cute tattoos.
  
  ©amsterdam

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• love_poet 17w

  Pass it on and on.
  Give enough of your love
  While you still can.
  
  #pod

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  As time goes, all things grow
  Some slow, some fast, but soon to return to dust.
  Every breath once full of life now turns frail,
  Man as beautiful and with skin as smooth
  As the softness of a feather, fails and dies.
  Voices that echo Melodies like angels,
  Relations on which our life is laid upon too
  Soon goes astray or becomes ill.
  Everything and all that one wishes to hold on to
  Soon takes flight, never to be found, never to return.
  It's love's mortality that never comes.
  Love never falls ill, doesn't fail, never fades,
  Never ages and never dies.
  ©love_poet

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• love_poet 16w

  Tears speak volumes
  But only to ears that hear,
  Eyes that see and hearts that feel.
  
  #pod
  
  Image credit to rightful owner

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  Listen carefully
  To what each tear
  From one's eye is saying.
  Everything; yours; theirs,
  The past, the reason
  And any future thereafter
  Lies right there in each drop.
  ©love_poet

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• ananyaaa_army 17w

  have heard many people saying "Draco is the boy who made all the wrong choices" a lot and quite often!
  
  But the truth is that "Draco is the boy...who never got a choice."

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  Draco Malfoy

  Malfoy is a good Slytherin, all Slytherins are not evil. They just have complex personas!
  ©ananyaaa_army

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