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It simply means we are living our life
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It doesn't mean that i have ego issues
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It doesn't mean we are no longer friends
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It doesn't mean that you lose me
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It doesn't mean that you're not important
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If we don't talk everyday.......
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Safal
Asman mai udne ko ho tu taiyaar
Koi baat nhi agar sath nhi tere yaar
Mushkil nhi pana vo mukam
Jiska dekh tha sapna subha-sham
Bss rakhna tu apne hosle buland
Aur jahan karega tere liye har praband
Hai tere aur manzil ke bich bada fasla
Pr tu kabhi na khona apna hosla
Sab chahenge khichna tujhe niche
Pr tu girna nhi chahe pura jahan tujhe khiche
Yakin rakh khuda pr tu hoga safal
Kyuki milta sabko mehnat ka faal.
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Ye ek
Ye ek din ka kissa nhi hai
Ismai ek dil ka hissa nhi hai
Ye zindagi bhar ki kahani hai
Jo aj mene apko sunnani hai
Ye ek saal ka rishta nhi hai
Ye kisike kaal ki parchai nhi hai
Ye to ek naye doaur ki shuruwat hai
Ye zindagi badlne wali Raat hai
Ye ek zindagi ka haal hai
Ye saalo ki mehnat ka faal hai
Jaise kichad mai khila kamal hai
Jo pyaar ko bachata hai samal honese hai
Ye do dilo ka khel hai
Ye do jaano ka meel hai
Ye sath rahenge do chamakte sitaro jaise
Ye zindagi ko mehekanyege baharo jaise .
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Resting for two or more days won't bother
You to chase your goal
But the change in your mindset in this days will matter
And can disturb you overall.
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Hey ! Champ you have survived one more day
In this cruel world .
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Home
As I was sitting by the window last night,
fragrance of magnolias brushed past my nose
And it reminded me of the time I left home.
Hugs of my parents, so warmly I felt,
Those tears that I held back
just to break down in my seat
Seeing the sad smiles on their quivered lips
Telling me I'm always welcome to come home.
But I was traveling miles away
A place my parents' shadow hadn't laid
Searching for a future, a home I can call my own
I wondered then if life was supposed to be that way-
Why let us meet just to let go?
I wished I had stayed longer,
Ditched my education for a day more.
10 years had snapped, I am still the same
I'm much older now and have learned thousand grains
I still struggle with jobs that would meet my passion,
Could not feel more ashamed of my present self
But I know I'll be fine on my own
And I remember the times I enjoyed back home.
The sky still remains the same like it was back then
A home that used to be six now turns five
But remained the warmest place
I could not forget
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ariachez
5w
Read Moreone thing
i never write about
is the flowers
you left
everyday
on my doorstep,
they don't smell
of love,
i even thought
it should, at least,
smell like apologies
but they dont,
they smell of revenge
in the sweetest way possible,
the kind that hurts
the nose
but you can't complain,
for it's a personal attack
that affects
only to whom
it is intended
to be given,
they smell of guilt
that cling to your shirt,
the smell
that makes you want
to burn the clothes
even before
you take them off,
the reminder
you never want
to be reminded of,
that you taught
someone to grieve
and forgot to teach
how to move on,
they smell
of confusion,
that everyday
i am tempted
to look back
to see
if i come out
of tombstone
instead of door.
©ariachez
dec182020.....
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dwriterph
8w
Let those tears fall, for life is not always about happy endings afterall.
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तुझे तसव्वुर में भी अपना बना लेने के
कहाँ क़ाबिल हम
तू आफ़ताब है इस दयार का
और किसी खंडहर के चराग़ से हम
तुझे तसव्वुर में भी अपना बना लेने के
कहाँ क़ाबिल हम
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d_prexa
5w
Read More"The pale stars were sliding into their places. The whispering of the leaves was almost hushed. All about them it was still and shadowy and sweet. It was that wonderful moment when, for lack of a visible horizon, the not yet darkened world seems infinitely greater—a moment when anything can happen, anything be believed in."
- Olivia Howard Dunbar, The Shell of Sense.
#dusk #poetry #life #poem #remnants #mirakee #pod
@mirakee @shren_jo_A palmful of a day
Come out and see
Some three fields to the west
Someone is pouring night
Over the golden haze of the bundled husks
The night falls, drop by drop,
Into the rivulets and brooks
As they rise, swell and weave
To wash the cracked heels of the elderly woman
Hunching over herself, sitting outside the threshold of her darkening hut
Her eyes white and clouded with age
Quickly glance at the firmament to see
If it is the hour of the lord whose name
She mumbles some hundred times and eight
Her rosary is a faded brown now
Much like the smoke that swirls out of an ugly duct
In the distance on the pinkening horizon
The night is falling quickly
I raise my palm as I watch it fall across the world
A dream of catching the remains of a day
I spent in ways I now regret
If I clutch a little tightly, the corners of this passing time,
Maybe the dawn will come a little later
So what if I let go of the day
I still have the night, into which I go
Slowly but surely with my arms full of dreams
I drag my feet into a sleep that takes me over
Into tomorrow, yet is it wrong
To just stand there and wish the night didn't come
And that the sunset may last for, say, an eternity?
©Prexa -
proper_noun
5w
some people sank in our hearts' depth,
and never washed ashore,
i guess some deaths are never complete!
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in the backyard of my mind
there were no rulebooks for my life. so i laughed whimsically at all the fancy hopes and uncertainties. even if i had choices, i had little idea about the next day if the plans would fail or my organisers would feed it with sweetness of oblivion. i always walked with swift steps, weightless like a feather swimming on the air. there were no rumors about my unfit fantasies for the societal morales. i sat on the old wooden bench of the park and chumped chips full of calories smiling at passer-by who waved 'hi' with his kind eyes. there was so little to really think about. our emotions wavered over the skin we carried and we touched each other. my life was an effortless dance and sometimes my tears trickled with gleaming joy. it was more than i asked for.
- Bhumika M -
athirageetha
27w
I am engulfed
in a cocoon of sweet melodies
in my search for warmth
and tenderness.
But when the music stops,
the silence chills my bones
and aches my soul
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Surprise me!
What if I slaughter my thoughts with silence you're not ready to accept, would you still love a blitzed version of my defenseless existence?
I'd rescue you from that maze you're stuck in. I'd guide you through darkness, pieces of me that I'll leave behind will be landmarks for you to follow.
You'll be out safe but you'll know that I would have turned into a void by then.
Surprise me then, do something I can never expect you to do.
Save me, carry the parts of me I left behind for you and when it's all over, maybe you can make me whole again, and I'll be yours forever, again!
-Amulya -
finnisam
5w
To live, to think, to dream once again,
Alas! ‘Tis the mind that makes this pain,
Real, and yet in seeming real, is not.
Memories faded, forgotten and begot
By words unspoken, gracing your lips.
My lips do brush, my hands on your hips,
Soft skin to the touch of blossomed love,
A shiver to your body, eyes roam above
Searching for heaven as its charms surround,
We laugh, smiles form and fade, love resounds
In the depths of our hearts, I am breathless.
I look at you, in ecstatic shame, smile once more
Before dressing. Planting a small kiss of regret.
I close the door.
