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happiee_soul
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Read Moreरात के सन्नाटे में��
क्यों खामोशी सा जागा है?!☻
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क्यों सवेरे सा खिला है?!��
चादर बिछाई है नींद की��
साँसें थाम के क्यों बैठा है!?��
बतियाते रहेंगे यह तारे✨
क्यों बादलों के पलंग से ख़फ़ा है!?����
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happiee_soul
15w
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Word Prompt:
Write a 10 word short write-up on Solitary
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Mene mere khwabo se ishq kia, aur haqiqat mujh pr mehrban hotī chali gai....
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happiee_soul
Mene mere khwabo se ishq kia, aur haqiqat mujh mehrban hotī chali gai...
#kirti_arora #khwab - rykerrrwriter Impressive....
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happiee_soul
Mene mere khwabo se ishq kia, aur haqiqat mujh mehrban hotī chali gai...
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happiee_soul
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कुछ रंगीन सपने थे......
आज मैंने उनको फिर से आसमान को लौटा दिये, दिल के अंधेरे से निकाल कर रोशनी को थमा दिये, कैद से जब वो रिहा हुए तो थोड़ा मुस्कुरा दिए, हम अपनी किस्मत खुद लिखते हैं मैंने ये सिखा था। पर वक़्त की फेर बदल में मेरे सितारे भी धुंधला गए।।
आज़ाद रहने वालों को सवालों की बेड़ियाँ बहुत चुभती हैं ख़्वाहिशें हर मोड़ पे आकर मायूसी से रूकती हैं खटकता हैं दिल को इस तरह घुटना हर बार हर मोड़ पे रुकना।।
सपने जो सवालों में कैद थे
आज बिना रुके बेधड़क चल दिए। पंखों में ख्वाहिशों को रख कर सवालों से आज़ाद होकर मंजिल की ओर चल दिए ।।
©kirti_arora -
venator_soul
20w
Text
Deleting words from my phone's dictionary, all the nicknames I had saved in its memory banks.
Like that one misspelling, mistyped in a rush in the rain because I hadn't said anything for days and I wanted to remind you that you still cross my mind, even when the corners of my cerebrum are chalked full of cracks and cobwebs.
There was you.
That became an error of endearment, of honest affection; but it's gone now.
And so are you. -
koul_smriti
20w
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For I could fight the world for you
But would you be there when I come back home
Would you be there?
Waiting to take me in your arms
And hold me tight
Till everything around us turns into a hazy illusion of our weaker selves
And we find the strength to be together for who we are
And fight not with each other
But for...
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venator_soul
21w
Another Life
I must have lived another life or more
Than one heart must have thumped, pounded and run and run
'Til thud... I fell against the bumpy floor
Why else would I have these dreams?
Of past and present happenings that crash like the tide against my sand-shore mind
And wash up memories, bloated and barnacled, revelries hardly recognized.
Why else would I wonder why I'm always late when I'm awake?
When clocks tick and tock and flick and flock and stick and stop. Dead.
All through the moving pictures in my head
This is how I know I'm alive, that the sky
Is blue sometimes, that I rise and cry and try and fail and bail and go again
I must have lived a thousand lives
With this same heart trapped in my ribcage
Why else would they feel so familiar?
The deeds, the dreams, the wounds, the death.
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venator_soul
21w
Fools
No one writes poetry to boast, it's just natural to want to be heard, to throw your opinions and perspectives out like disembodied eyeballs, to crash into the world and see oneself through someone else's optical nerves. The strangest of mirrors.
J. Cole said "deep down, every poet just wants to be loved". Maybe that's what love is, to look upon a wonderful version of yourself in someone else's reflection. Or maybe these words are the ramblings of lonely fools.
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venator_soul
21w
Split
empathy and anxiety coexist in me
they fight for my perspective's attention, wanting to steer the way my days are spent
wanting to reach out to an outstretched hand, dirty and downtrodden on a street corner, yet too afraid to show the emotion I feel for this person
the kind of gentle humility I barely show myself
because my mind is constantly split in two.
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venator_soul
21w
Black Skin
I hate that I have to wear my blackness
As if the African sun did not bath my skin since birth
As if Her earth wasn't the first thing between my toes
And the trees I climbed didn't cover me and watch me grow.
And the birds' song didn't shape my heart
How do I wear that?
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venator_soul
21w
Single Cloud
There was a single cloud in the sky,
Sitting solely in singularity
Small, floating in mid air, alone,
Why?
Where it drifted from, on winged
Wind, that left it in the middle of
The heavens painted baby blue
Hinged
Hanging, frozen like a piece of art
Air brushed by the afternoon breeze
Left for all the world to miss or see
Hearts
Heavy with wondering winter winds
Woven into lifeless street corners
Crossing roads, lanes, paths and
Minds
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venator_soul
21w
All The Small Things
It's crazy, how the smallest things hurt the deepest
My mom says I'm wasting talent because I don't plaster it everywhere and scream to the world that I write and I might be have decent at it, ignoring the indecency, the vulnerable vulgarity of tearing open old scars to mar a page in the meager hope that someone will validate my feelings
Acknowledge them and make me feel better.
It's funny how my mind will twist encouragement into a slight
The smallest things hurt the deepest because I want them to.
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venator_soul
21w
Sincere Sadness #3
1) I love you
2) I should call more but I'm scared I've disappointed you
3) I know you're hurting and I don't know how you stay so strong
4) I'm sorry
5) I should have opened up and told you how depressed I am, confided in you
6) You care so much
7) I fell apart without you
8) Your hugs turnaround all the wrongs
9) Maybe it isn't too late
10) I'm so sorry, mom.
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venator_soul
21w
Sincere Sadness #2
Eyes half drowned in self made brine;
The only thing they will preserve is a lifelong aversion to watching loved ones leave
Oesophagus constricted, as if all the feelings I swallowed are coming back up, a bolus of malnourished emotions.
A thin film of sweat formed around an ill fitting meat suit. The only thing produed for protection against life's oldest lesson.
Things change. But you just say goodbye.
I grieve
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venator_soul
21w
Sincere Sadness #1
I don't know how to love.
I don't trust anyone with my heart,
I don't trust a heart to my hands.
I don't want anyone to fix me.
They'll put me back together in their own way; a pattern I'll forget when they're gone.
Then I'll forget what makes me beautiful, because I'll have to forget them.
I don't trust myself to remember and keep myself together.
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venator_soul
21w
Silent Sins
Finding your voice is feeling in the dark
For the things that go bump in the night;
Holding them, whole and unholy;
Wholeheartedly throttling those gremlins
Until they scream and squeal and stop
Wriggling. Lifeless. Soundless. Cold.
Then turning those last few beats and breaths into art, their little bodies into a spark;
The friction that ignites nights of righteous indignation into roaring flames of inspiration
So that the voice you were searching for now bathes the darkness in auburn heat and chokes it into submission.
Raze everything to the ground, torch it all.
So that no more creatures live in the shadows
And no sin is left unsaid
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venator_soul
21w
Companion
Being alone and being lonely are two different companions
One is warm, inviting you to stay a while, sit with it for a moment
The other is warm, inviting you to stay a while, and never leave
Living with both makes them hard to distinguish
Especially in the darkness of these witching hours
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birjais_w
24w
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The choking sounds in distress call
The silences though in better or worse
Now feels like a hollow lifetime inside
The rains that swivel in tears for you
The blood that boils in worry sometimes
In pain you remember the valley so green
In vibrance will we ever see snow?
In high cities, the walls that are closed
The worrisome trees though call in distress
The freedom that travels within your head
With the echo of your mother calling home
But now when you see the puddles ahead
The mud in their heads might have settled down
“Call now”, you say, the smoked air exclaims
Will you carry the message to my beloved home
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birjais_w
26w
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in the lap of the lover who leaves in haste,
where will the fire go then,
when fanning the soul encapsulates the desire.
The room though stays awake,
and the wood keeps burning through the night,
the watch tower is the longing
while the air disperses the shame within.
So when you feel your demons crushing,
the skull, that holds water now,
won't you remember, though fragments in memory,
and an elusive trial is a path somehow.
Such is the business of love,
the addressee becomes the addressed
but the soul is its own landlord
once free, it can push the whirlwinds outside.
In such calling, you are the crow that wakes
when, early mornings seem half moon night
in such remembrances the landlord peeps,
the agony of the tempest inside.
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aadarsh_writes
29w
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Words and nights!
I've always been fascinated by the idea of darkness, like the colour black, emptiness and yes! especially the nights. Perspectives have a way of coming back together and somehow with perfect definitions. In the retrospect of what I have done, I found that, words and nights are a damn combustible combination. All you need is an idea fuelling the flames of concepts but its important to keep the "desires of more" burning. And once the passion of scribbling is lit AF, plethora of characters crack the cocoon and erupt like a volcano. When the fire breaks out, sending warmth in everybody's eyes, believe me! it is going to be an epic story.
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words_in_ashes
31w
A Strange Combination.
Well tea and biscuits a really strange combination they taste best together but then when biscuit falls in the tea it breaks.
©words_in_ashes