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किसी का न हो पानाकोई अपना न होना@mirakee©damped
इन पत्तों क्या हैन ये किसी के और न इनका कोईकभी शाख के हो लिए तो कभी हवा केआप?
#randomhope all poems end..hope all reach home.. @mirakee©damped
not every poem is completesome couldn't, some aren't meant to be,we fail to make outif it ever endedwhile they silently lie on the edge,like a city waking uplike a train entering a stationlike you entering home.
कुछ दायरों के टूटने का इंतजार करते हैं... #random@mirakee©damped
सब जानते हैं नदी-समंदर के क्यों होते हैं दायरेपर हर दायरे बाँधने के लिए नहीं बनाए जातेयूँ तो अकसर खिड़कियों पे परदे टाँग दिए जाते हैंपर हम उन खिड़कियों से ही धूप के आने काइंतजार करते हैं
यूं तो दीवारों का कोई खास जीवन नहीं,पर अकसर वे खिङकियों के कायल हो जाते हैंमैं सोचता हूँ क्या होगा इन दीवारों का'गर खिङकियाँ बङी होती गईंऔर सोचता हूँ उस दिवार के बारे मेंजो मुसकुरा देता है यह जानकर किईर्ष्या करते हैं उससे दूसरे दिवारक्योंकि उसमे दरवाजे भी हैंक्योंकि कभी-कभी खिङकियाँदरवाजों के ज़्यादा करीब हो जाती हैं
#randoman old post@mirakee @writersnetwork©damped
somedays i feel so alonelike a leftoverlike a building or a houselong abandoned and forgotten.silence is the only languagethat colours my tongue. somedays i feel so crowdedlike a transitlike a station or an airportfor a long break journey.goodbyes is the only languagethat colours my tongue.
i am done waiting.. @mirakee @writersnetwork©damped
there's a sense of urgencylike i am done waiting, like i have waited all my lifefor the traffic to go red, like another minute of waitingand i would just run off..
there's a comfortin letting you go...#temp @mirakee @writersnetwork©damped
i'm the stationand you, a traveller,careless aboutthat last but one stationbut anxiously lookingfor it to pass.but sweetheart,there's a comfortin letting you knowthat you can now be carefree,that you're almost there,that you're almost home.
an all-time favourite of mine.. @mirakee @writersnetwork
one of my all-time favorites... @mirakee @writersnetwork
among a bunch of poems, i'm a half-proseamong a bunch of prose, i'm a half-poem.
i surround myself with treesin the hope,to see something rootsomething growsomething stay©silence_beyond
the world strives hardto wear happiness like a it ain't sure sometimes its okay to allow us todrown, float, sleepwalk than to be a happy face©silence_beyond
another year rolled byand am still trying to becomeall the places light touches in a roomeven thoug i'm not one of them yetotherwise©silence_beyond
a boy is just a boy untill.... (after Sam Payne) you find yourself hanging from his words like ends of rope, you're built to fall / until a city gets overcasted and you know his flight took off / you hear him make sounds of sea, the kind that send you to trance / sends you waves of longingness across cities and streets, nerves and arteries/ you feel him in seasons when everything runs out of reason not to fall/ a boy is just a boy untill you realize you're meant for nothing; just wrong times wrong placessilence_beyond
the crude irony of it all isthe season in which i think of you the most is the one, where everything finds a reasonto fallcoz, falling feels like flyinguntil you hit the ground©silence_beyond
#rant @sereiin @dusky_dawn
I wonder if anyone could write you better than me. I know I'm no poet to keep you in my poetries. And we were never a love story. Together we were hozier , devastating yet beautiful. Perhaps you made up your mind before falling in love , perhaps you already schemed our end. When I look back , I don't see pink carnations and sweet sunsets with murmured I love yous. They're myths to me. I see a rugged terrain, trekkers are to afraid to climb, I see your words against my skin making my leftover poems bleed. Bruised memories of holding your hand , you jerking away from my side , that's a part of you I have to myself. We weren't a cliche you'd find in drawn between graphite hearts or our names shipped on wooden benches. I didn't look at skies and weaved a forever because sky to me was never divine, instead a cracked ceiling cracking further more to let in rains. A whole winter has passed by , my sweater slips past my left shoulder revealing a disowned hickey. Here and there I stumble upon strangers with a mispronunciation same as yours, that blue sweat shirt. I bring them to my bed ,sleep in their arms and wake up all alone. Pushing me away, pulling me close, you loved me in a loop. Sometimes I look for you in my cupboard, all I find is empty bottles of old monk. Sometimes, I look for you in the terrace , when you looked at the moon longer than you looked at me. Then I turn to the Letters of heartbreaks disguised as love . And I trace my fingers over some fond words. I sit with my pen to add up one more letter to my draft. I wonder if anyone could write you better than me.©poeticgirl
i love the way you hold melike poetryi turn into a reasonto become all the wordsto make you stay©silence_beyond
slit me openi'm more parts words and metaphorsline breaks and punctuation marksthan flesh and bonesthan blood and wateri'm a well dressed woundwrapped in smiles and laughterto soften the sounds of my sad poems thereafter©silence_beyond