Mirakee
You closed the door in my face.
And asked me to fly inside .
You pleaded with me to grow wings.
And endure all the pain alone.
Here I am being miserable than ever while you
Urge me to choose you over my existence
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I have never known
anything
which felt more like home
than You.. -
When you stop trying to make yourself presentable
And remove that plastered smile from your face,
You will find someone curled up inside you.
With innocence that you thought long lost.
Why wait to find yourself ?
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As you turned fragile ,
I found myself turning soft.
As you ceased to care ,
I found myself acting ignorant.
As you masked yourself,
I found myself refusing to heal.
Then I became insignificant to you.
For I wasn't the way you wanted me. -
We never fail to justify them.
Whom we loved and still does.
Not even a single time.
And I have mastered doing it.
Now all that is left is loathing.
And again ,It isn't aimed at you. -
And It is too late now.
You putting yourself in my shoes.
For I am far from your reach.
I lived in a glass house.Shattered it was.
And the pieces never failed to pierce me.
Maybe you might change.Maybe not.
For you are just the way you are.
Don't stay there for long.
Because you would collapse.
At the glimpse of the pain I endured. -
Cherish the moments.
Because time won't be in our favour each dawn.
Savour the memories.
Because it will be all that we own by the dusk.
©crushed_popcorn -
Someone : I know you have feelings for me. Just say what is in your heart.
Me : Blood. -
Each day you tore me apart.
You were addicted to my blood.
Wonder no more why didn't I leave.
Embrace was all I could do.
©crushed_popcorn -
Today It was the crescent moon.
Yesterday It was shawn Mendes.
Universe is determined to feed me on with your memories.
©crushed_popcorn
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There are times
When I feel so old and jaded and exhausted
That I don't need success, fame, romance or love
I simply want peace -
nheadly
1d
It's not about what I say as long as it's not what you want to hear.
©nheadly -
Meadows
People survive by getting used to the emptiness sometimes...
Even though they crave for some hope from the memory meadows...
©featherheart -
How does it feel to be a girl?
"How does it feel to be a girl?" I asked myself again this morning. I pretended not to hear it. I pretended I didn't understand the question.
Why did I sigh so deeply?
Was I gasping for breath?
Why is this question so heavy? "It's so heavy."
Will it sink me?
Yes! It did. I hit at the bottom.
What did I find?
What did I find?
Why do I keep asking this to myself? "Just stop talking, will you? This is so frustrating."
But why? "Because it hurts, it hurts everytime."
But why? "I can't tell you about it in one go. There are so many things".
Okay, take it easy. Everyone feels down sometimes. It's normal; it's a part of living. "But why?"
I sighed again and forgot about it for a moment. It was raining. I could never tell if I was happy or sad while it rained, and I never tried to figure it out. It brought strange feelings. Feelings that filled up something in me; my soul would sit up to watch it with me.
What am I thinking? "I don't know. It feels good to be here at this moment."
Should I make coffee? "Not now, maybe later. Look at those raindrops; they seem to be falling separately from the sky but when it touches the earth, they are together. It's interesting, right?"
Was I smiling?
How do I look when I smile?
Is it my real face that I see in the mirror?
It frightens me to think that I am the only person who can't see myself.
Someone knocked at the door first and then rang the doorbell. I was not startled. Brother had told me that he was coming today. When I was alone in the home, I was always asked to lock the door. Mother says there are sick people who were looking for a chance. She would say stories of rape and abduction.
"How does it feel to be a girl?" Shut up!
I waited for a few seconds for my brother to say that it was him. "Bes, it's me, open the door."
"Are you leaving today?"
"Yes, evening"
"Where is it this time?"
"Banglore, but don't tell pa and ma. I told them that I am going to Ernakulam to finish the works of my short film."
"So new year in Bangalore?"
"Yes, we are planning something."
"Okay, have fun"
Did I feel sad?
Why can't I go out like my brother?
Why can't I walk through the streets at night?
What is it like to walk under the starry sky, alone and feeling safe? "Stop asking me such stupid questions."
So how does it feel to be a girl? "I don't want to talk about it. The view from the window is good; the moon looks beautiful today. What do you think?"
©sarah__beslin -
Why
Why did you do it,
Even when you knew it would hurt me
If you did it,
Then why did you come back
©not_a_writer_007 -
My mind is often
flooded with
memories of the
pain I've long
endured and the
agony of craving
its demise.
©mysocalledthoughts -
There was a mountain that stood majestically before her. She would tell her friends that one day she would climb up to its top. It didn't take long for her to start the journey. But every day, she only moved little by little, stopping now and then to see something that amused her. Seeing this, a fellow traveler told her, " You seem to be out of focus. At this rate, you will never make it to the top." She looked at the traveler and grinned mischievously. The traveler was fascinated by the excitement in her eyes. She came closer and said softly into his ears, "Don't tell anyone, I am not here for the climb. I am here to listen to what the wind whispers to the mountain, in secret."
©sarah__beslin -
colourfulgreys
5w
Read MoreMY IDOL Part IV
You don't have to listen
And agree to the gender
They assign to you at birth
You just know your gender and it's not always the same as your biological sex.
so it's a specturm out there
and I'm not going to believe you telling me
It's a binary
Non gender conforming identity
Is as valid as the sun in all its finery!
Another norm which is normalised is the hairless beauty
While we are close to monkeys!
Body hair is natural and I proudly flaunt it
If shaving, waxing and doing other stuff Is by choice
Then it's fine
But if you do so to qualify as beautiful I'm sorry it's a failed life
My gender and my body is a heavenly abode
For my precious soul and life
And I'll let it be as I like!
© Harfkaar 13-12-20
For my idol Alok V Menon (follow them on Instagram if you don't already!) A performer and non gender binary artist, I just am obsessed with the way they talk!!!! Love you loads ❤️
DO CHECK #idols_of_j #j_for_lgbtqia.
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thewordplayer
4w
Read MoreI wanted to write something happy today.
I picked up my pen and began writing, about you.
But then I realised, I knew you no more.
For now we are no more what we used to be,
we are no more us.
And the more I thought about it,
the more it ripped off my heart;
Digging a huge hole in what's left of it.
But I wanted to embrace the pain,
so I began writing about the misery instead;
I turned the page around,
and yet again ended up writing about you.
That moment I realised I am stuck,
stuck in between this loop of never and forever.
I realised that I had made you immortal.
You have become that part of me
which will stay behind long after I am gone.
I realised a part of you had broken free from my heart, and found its new home somewhere in between the words of my poems.
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ps. I don't know if it makes any sense or it I could put in the way I had it in my hand, so pardon me.
pps. You is fictional.
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amulyafreelancerr
4w
Read MoreThis one's regarding the mob lynching issue. A rhyme!
•Divergence•
“Traversing roads not taken,
We hope to converge again.
It's a shame, we are mistaken,
For this is the end and this is the pain.
Let's believe in something together,
Hand in hand for a future that's better.
We're like this heavy feather,
Of a bird that's taking the letter.
The hate letter of this humanity,
To god himself, cursing him for this.
Naming him the leader of this insanity,
That's leading the world into an abyss.
Everything around right now is immaterial,
And we're breathing the same air.
Digging the grave for our own burial,
We're losing this life's biggest dare.
The dare is to breathe and love,
For we're failing even that.
Rather than an 'us', keeping an 'I' above,
Ironically we are the proud democrat.
Have you been prouder?
Of your nation, of this world.
Hatred that gets louder and louder,
With seconds passing by, getting whirled.
Into this huge diversion,
Of sadness and an outcome.
Staring at our Titanic's submersion,
Cursing him again for eve and adam.
Traversing roads not taken,
We hope to converge again.
And we will with a faith that's unshaken,
We'll win if we believe in ourselves. Amen!”
-Amulya
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