Your innocence makes me love you more.
©poetrynz
#innocent
796 posts-
-
Every child is innocent
before they are
brutally traumatized
by the evil prevailing
in the society. One
must try to give them
an open sky to let them
grow freely. To make
every child's life happy
we must build an
environment that is
safe and secure for
their physical and mental
growth. Being an adult it
is our responsibility to
protect them from any
stressful or tragic
moments so that it
doesn't scar them for life.
© Eesha -
preranarathi 1w
भरोसा साडा इस जग तो, हौली-हौली उठया जौना ऐ,
दिल बेचारा, गम का मारा, पल-पल टूटया जौना ऐ,
वक्त दिखौना ऐ अपना खेल,
रिश्ता मेरी जिदंगी दा, मेरे साह तो धिरे-धिरे छुटया जौना ऐ।
- प्रेरणा राठी
©preranarathi -
INNOCENCE
”Achi surat ko sawarne ki zarurat kya hai, saadgi mein bhi qayamat ki ada hoti hai.” -
Angry?
: Naaahhhh!
See I'm not at all angry... It's just how I'm
©close_stranger -
seainside 2w
#love #lovequotes #lovequote #loveit #loved #loveyou #heart #innocent #innocence #affair #affection #quote #thoughts #thought #quotes #quoteoftheday #thoughtoftheday #live #keepgoing #keepmoving #keeploving #keeploving #loveislove #loveis #loveisintheair #pink #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub #bharat
.
-
ठगे जाते हैं
ठगे जाते है पुरुष भी,
वास्तव में...
वो संसार के सबसे सरल पुरुष थे
जिनको ठगा गया..
विश्वास करने के हर प्रयास पर
तुम्हें वो मिलेंगे मयखाने में..
अकेले...दुबके हुए..किसी कोने में...
या फ़िर अकेले दूर कहीं निर्जन से कमरे में !!
ठगे जाते हैं पुरुष भी
वास्तव में...
वो एक उहापोह में फंसे खोजी थे
जिन्है ठगना ज्यादा बुरा है या ठगे जाना
इसका उत्तर नहीं मिल पाया..
तुम्हें वो मिलेंगे किसी सुनसान रास्ते में
अकेले.. चलते हुए..किसी पेड़ के नीचे..
या फिर व्यस्त किसी ईश्वर के लिए प्रश्नावलियाँ बनाने में !!
ठगे जाते हैं पुरुष भी,
वास्तव में...
वो एक मूल्यवान उपहार थे
जिन्हें दिया गया..
हर बुद्धिमान स्त्री को
तुम्हें वो छुपे मिलेंगे किसी के मतलब में
अकेले..लड़ते हुए..किसी की समस्याओं को सुलझाते हुए
या फिर किसी पर्वत की शिखा पर किंकर्तव्यविमूढ़ से बैठे हुए !!
©shubhamjoshi -
Forgive
The most difficult part in life is forgiving yourself for being innocent.
©dinakarreddy -
the_pen2021 4w
मदहोशी
वो जो मेरी हमदम है कितनी प्यारी है
सुर्ख होठों पर लाली ,आंखों में काजल
हया के आंचल में ,छुपा है बदन को
जो हल्का से मुस्कुराए, तो तड़पाए मन को
जैसे खुदा ने खुद ,अपने हाथों से सवारी है
वो जो मेरी हमदम है कितनी प्यारी है
******
उसका मिलने का अन्दाज निराला था
जैसे इश्क ने सरे -रात उछाला था
तुझको आगोश में लेने में क्या होगा
मुझे मंजूर चाहे जो सजा होगा
बस एक तमन्ना रह गई दिल में मेरे
तेरे संग क्यो ,इक रात न गुजारी है
वो जो मेरी हमदम है कितनी प्यारी है
*****
आंखों में नशा सांसे भारी भारी है
तुम्हें क्या पता दिल में कितनी बेकरारी है
तमन्ना है लिपट जाउ तुझमें तुझसे होकर
तुम्हें क्या पता छाई कितनी खुमारी है
कही ढल न जाए चांद की चांदनी
शोले इश्क़ की इस क़दर हमपर भारी है
वो जो मेरी हमदम है कितनी प्यारी है -
कभी तेरे रेशमी गेसुओं के बीच
कभी तेरे बिन जिंदगी गुज़रा मैने
कभी तुम्हे ख्वाब में पढ़-पढ कर
कभी तुमको किताबो में उतारा मैने
कभी गुजार दिया सारा दिन खामोशी में
कभी सारी रात तेरा नाम पुकारा मैने
कभी तेरे शहरे-तमन्ना को छोड़कर siddh"
कभी कच्चे मकानों में ठंड गुजरा मैने
©siddh1000 -
The Puppy
Shining eyes with small eyeballs
Soft furr coat above the hard skin rolls
Alert ears raised even by a low sound
Playing with my master all around
Eating my lavish breakfast I sleep
Have a innocent soul and heart inside deep
Sharp teeth and nails been gifted
Seeing my mother I get drifted
Lying here from years when I was born
But somewhere miss the nature what my mother adorned.
©anjaliverma__ -
wheremysecretslie 7w
I am a fiery sinner
Manipulating your body
Tempting your holy soul
Im addicting, I know
I am a healing savior
He breathes me in as though
Im his first breath in years
I just might be, I fear
Leave me, but don't go
Take my body, not my soul
Kill my ignorance, save the innocence
Im falling, crawling deeper into you
Tomorrow, we'll be ash in the wind
Tomorrow, we cant burn again
@wheremysecretslie
#burn #sin #sinner #save #savior #soul #addiction #breathe #love #kill #innocent #tomorrow #ash #write #poetry #relationship #heartbreak #dontgo #leavemeTomorrow, we'll be ash in the wind
Tomorrow, we can't burn again -
YET NAIVE
Just to watch them come back!
To physically be part of all this
Time after Time
Misunderstanding after misunderstanding
Come back? Did they even ask?
Did they even hear you out?
Oh, dear laughter! How strong can you be?
How much can you bare?
Is it because of what you don't see?
Innocent eyes and naive hearts!
How can you love me beyond what you feel!!
How can you love me more than what's real??
©1derfulwildflow -
सोचता हूं अपने गुनाह भी लिख दू कहीं।
मगर खुद को जानना इतना आसान कहा।।
#aniket_shukla
©writer_by_hobby -
महज़ तुम्हें देखने के लिए।
देखो,
एक लड़का शाहर आया हैं।।
#aniket_shukla
©writer_by_hobby -
शकल से ख़ुश मगर शख्सियत से रोता है।
है एक शख़्स जो नींदों के बाद सोता है।।
#aniket_shukla
©writer_by_hobby -
bird_of_ink 6w
Snowman
Dull croaks outside with the faint smell of earth which comes after a long awaited spell of rain, the cool night breeze and the lo-fi music station had set the mood of Arindam. It was nearing the mid-terms and our poor old protagonist was deep in thought on the subject dealing with hearts and hormones and brains. Only thing different was that he was far from the text book knowledge, for he was immersed with the thought of a girl, a girl which somehow managed to ease by the cracks of his dumb persona, and the thought of expressing his "pure , untainted love".
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
[Now that I remember that period, only word that comes to my mind is 'naive'.]
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Morning spells , seldom loved by anyone, is my personal favourite way to start a day. Even after all these years, rain always seem to bring me a sense of serendipity, with a touch of nostalgia. But curse these muddy potholes !!
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------
[Not since 'that' day]
----------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------------------
"A project requiring two members or one isn't clear yet but start making it from now. And Arindam meet me after the class"- announced our eccentric algebra teacher. What did I do now ? And why is she looking around the class..... Che can't recall her name.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
I can quite clearly reminisce about her kohl outlined eyes, those doe shaped beauties aiming to freeze fire and unintentionally enrapturing anyone and everyone who looks into her eyes. Calling her Medusa -would it be fair ?
----------------------------------------------------------------------
---------------------------------------------------------
[Those eyes had mystery and coyness blended smoothly , so smooth that I was nearly lost. But besides that, something else seem to be hidden]
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
Che, I need to form a group with her for this. But first let me ask her name.
But hey ,! why that glare ? I was just asking your name, and what do you mean I already know it ? Man what a bitch, I suck at remembering names ya know. Am already hating her.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
What an asshole I was during those days. Without knowing anything I judge, a folly of mine which I suppose I have overcome. But instead of judging now I have developed a vice just as bad if not worse, which is not having any expectations from anyone. But is it really a vice of mine or a virtue burried under the reality of life ?? Time will tell I suppose, time which is not so much in my grasp.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
[Time is the greatest healer. A load of bull. _Arindam]
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
So I was presumably invited to her house for the project, or so she says. Man my chance for participation landed in her court, courtesy of our resident eccentric.
Still, I got to help but hey why is Prabhas being so excited. He invited himself to her house, just go in my stead wannabe cassanova.
But she got a cute smile. Ehhhh.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------------------------------------
©bird_of_ink -
CHILDHOOD
The purest phase of life is childhood....
The most lovely one.... with the best memories..........and importantly the amazingly innocent smile.
©_wandering_thoughts_ -
bloodmoon 12w
Not Together, But Still Here.
The fragrance of your hair,
The melody of your voice,
Is all I want.
Your presence makes my heart skip a beat,
Your presence makes the day wonderful,
The sun seems brighter,
The wind seems happier.
You make the trees dance,
You make the stars shine,
You make me happier,
Even when we are not together.
You belong to someone else,
You are oceans away,
But the memory of our friendship is still here,
Making my one-sided love feel so pure.
©bloodmoon -
fragment 12w
Frozen Determination
Blankets of white and chillingly vast
Warm memories never fail to amass
Strategically considering
How best to proceed
Digging eager fingers
Below the surface
Exposing frozen ground beneath
Timing descends as meaningful thought
Missing is not an option
Once gone
A moment forever lost
Laughing with glee
Hands full of ice
Shouts of hyperbole
Moving with anticipation
Another dodge to my attack
I should have known better
Unable to deflect icy payback
Winter time embraced with childish mind
Perhaps this next snowball will be blessed with precision
Exposing accuracy refined
© fragment, 2020 (Katherine Bernhardt)