Mirakee
You can't get it easier than struggle.
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Our Laughter was at its very peak in childhood days.
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Spent seasons, yet unknown to identity of her.
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I've been loving you constantly.
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daljinder_jind
13w
In your absence,
Nostalgia knocked my door,
But your memories rescued
My smile.
©daljinder_jind -
daljinder_jind
13w
It always is harder to concentrate when your mind is stuck upon that one person.
©daljinder_jind -
Love, ocean, vast !!
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To Be nostalgic can be painful.
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daljinder_jind
14w
Oasis
Wandered around the wicked global desert,
I almost starved, perished by whole.
And then one day, My sight was dazzled.
It was you, a vitalizing oasis for my soul.
©daljinder_jind -
Perished by thirst of love, I met you my oasis.
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thewordplayer
12w
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its_niaaa_writes
15w
Search for pure soul
Not for affectionate body
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quotes_mirakee
16w
The aim of education is the knowledge, not of facts, but of values.
- William Inge -
nishxang
20w
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Astray
Sometimes our mind goes astray,
but the virtuous purpose of our hearts leads to right way.
©shwetasays -
intzar
21w
ਗੈਰਹਾਜ਼ਰੀ
ਬੀਤਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਪਲ ਪਲ ਓਸ ਦੇ ਬਗੈਰ..,
ਤੇ ਪਲ ਪਲ ਕਰਕੇ ਬੀਤਦਾ ਰਿਹਾ ਮੈਂ...!!
Beetda Reha Pal Pal Os De Bgair,
Te Pal Pal Karke Beetda Reha Mai..!!
#Intzar_13
©Intzar Hussain Sihol -
And yet again you’ve decided to walk out of my world the moment you observed some illuminated cities.
©cold_akhil -
whitewings
22w
Read MoreI adore the reckless lives that artists live. The anarchy, the disorder and chaos. Drowning in their emotions, struggling to let go of the past. Untangling the mess of their aches, stitching through the rags of their sense of self. A brush stroke in future, a verse in another dimension... singing hymns to the void, making God out of mortals. And all of it, so beautifully... it seems to be, a synchronized set of moves. I adore the certain uncertainty of it all. An artist's life is a universe of it's own. Every person on the outside, is a spectator... either disgusted or captivated by the sheer brilliance and failure by which the artist sifts through the chaos around and barely holds her faltering self together. An artist is a lonely soul in her own universe.
©whitewingsAn artist is a lonely soul in her own universe.
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aditya_
24w
Read MoreWell, that's probably the only reason for not being regular, I really love all of you who take the time to go through my writings and say such kind words. I know, i don't reply, or I don't repost, and most of the time I don't read. Sorry if that's rude, but I feel doing all that put an obligation to you to do the same to me (You know how Sheldon Cooper find gift giving absurd). And one thing that I want to speak for itself without any advertisement or persuasion, is my writing. I know I am not that great or perhaps good, but atleast I am bad with some dignity. Again, I really love and appreciate you all. I met so many wonderful persons here, some stayed, many left, and I am carrying on, love and peace.
I can weave random words too,
Make them rhyme impromptu,
With some buttered emotions,
And heartfelt cries.
But i couldn't,
I wouldn't.
I will be cheating myself
And you.
For me
Till the word gnaws out
Tearing the fabric of my existence,
They all are just words.
And I am not in business of words
I do poetry. -
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