Rkv♡
Muqaddar se khe do
Akela nahi hoon main
Duao ka kafila chalta
Hai mere sath....♡
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truthfullpen 14h
Muqaddar se khe do
Akela nahi hoon main
Duao ka kafila chalta
Hai mere sath....♡
Rkv was a one liner king of bb14❤
And he plays with dignity
He won hearts ❤❤
We love you forever ❤
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#rahulvaidyarkv
#mirakeee #mirakeeewriter #mirakeecommunity -
Everything is good
Always remember to breathe
Life happens for you
arcanepoetry -
Magic is real
Witches reside underground
Controlling your lives
arcanepoetry -
african_nate 1w
How could you lie
On my own bed and lie
That you were all mine
When it was my stars you blocked from shine
Said I was your one and only
But still managed to let me feel lonely
Faking that "beautiful" smile
But in the end I could decipher the lie from a mile
Wish you could see the hatred in my heart
Fueled by all the pain and hurt
Then you would desist from my sight
Or run away with fright
But I deny the hate my heart to eat
Coz finally I realised you weren't worth it
©african_nate -
Time is infinite
No beginning nor ending
Forever flowing
arcanepoetry -
Is reality
Truly anything except
Imagination
arcanepoetry -
Floating particles
Made of only infinite
Formless nothingness
arcanepoetry -
Necessary truth
There is no spoon dear Neo
You have been dreaming
arcanepoetry -
Oneness is the goal
Peace and cooperation
Harmonious lives
arcanepoetry -
Things we ignore in the beginning...become a lesson at the end...
©imperfect_stylo -
பிரிவு
பிரிவு வலி தாரும், ஆனால் நமக்கு பிரியமானவர்கள் மீதான காதலை கடைசிவரை நிலைக்க செய்யும்... அதனால்தான்
ஆக சிறந்த காதலுக்கு சிலசமயம் பிரிவு அவசியமானது..
காதலர்தின நல்வாழ்ததுக்கள் ❤️
#themiraclesshope
©themiraclesshope -
Would you believe me
If I told you the truth is
That you are a god
arcanepoetry -
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Love is never lost
Between those whose souls are tied
Forever knotted
arcanepoetry -
Search
May, I find you one day,
Between the chaos of the world, when silence surmounts the bustling streets.
May, I find you one day,
Unexpectedly, when those brittle drops of rain stroke my soul,
Gradually poking me to glance at you.
May, I find you one day,
In the middle of the golden afternoon, when those rustling of dried autumn leaves steer me towards you,
And gradually conspiring us to meet.
©jaya15 -
adunbar 3w
For ST
The cold finger tips
of my past always push
they push and poke and prod
me in the small of the back
their touch is frozen
bound to soul to death to the memory
of bottles and mayhem and fear
and even after 10 years clean
I push at it like how your tongue
worries at a sore tooth...
I push too hard, trust too little
expect, fetishsize and seduce
midnight until I recognize my actions to punish myself until I decide
to just let the 5 year old me suffer, weep and rage and heal.
I reach for positivity, cling to and adore people who love, smile and inspire me.
Silje, you push back the darkness with your grin, silliness, laughter and power
You help, all the time, every day
So thank you, and that is why I write you. adunbar2021 (For ST)
©adunbar -
adunbar 3w
RIEL
When I think of Louis Riel
I don't think of the Duck Lake rebellion
his sham of a trial
or the Queen's rope used to lynch him.
I don't think of him finally being declared
a father of Confederation or founder of Manitoba.
I think of his statue, south-west of the legislature
Riel, standing alone facing south on the bank of the Assiniboine river.
I used to stop and talk to him, keep him company, ask questions without the expectation of answers
and I still look for answers through his life as it relates to mine and they elude me.
Go see him, spend some time with him and you will understand part of what it means to be Metis.
Riel looks pensive, sad and isolated
away from the eyes of the domes golden boy, out of sight of those who still laugh at him.
History corrected the record but its writers never forgave him and this too
is what it means to be Metis.
I sit with him in winter looking south and wonder was it worth it? Wondering what might have been, if they hadn't destroyed him.
Sitting with Riel and the memories falling like snowflakes around our shoulders breaks my heart, makes me furious and walking up the frozen river, stopping out of my love for him, I cry until the tears freeze on my cheeks and then I turn for home. .
©adunbar -
sana_1992 4w
Mirakkeewriting #mirakeecommunity #lovetowritehindi #lhamoshi # sadsayeri #delhigirl
मोहब्बत तो कब की मर चुकी हैं आजकल साहब,
अब तो मोहब्बत के नाम पर सिर्फ जिस्मो का खेल खेलते हैं सब!!
©sana_1992
सना गुप्ता -
adunbar 4w
404
Flaw in the wet ware
half ones and broken zeros
leave neurons sparking like...
like hot metal screaming under
the capture of iron tongs and hammers.
Endless amperage cycles kill
everything it touches
then the loop feeds back upon itself
static in static out
until the brain becomes
a snake that eats itself.
Can't make heads or tails
of anything outside the loop
boil old boards down to soup stock
come and get it motherfucker
long-rat shadows served after
a head's pounded into a dinner bell.
©adunbar2021 -
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