Mirakee
Seperation
Out of my car window , I can see it's you
With your long hair reaching to your waist
Carved by the perfectionist, is your face
I used to adore it all day
That giggling laugh and serene posture
Was once reason of my joy
How can i come back to you now ,
Now when we have someone else in our life
My heart craves to talk with you , to look once more in your eyes and that would say it all.
But I know you have seen me too , I can see that
It is shaking you too.
After this long time how we are suppose to talk
, to look at each other .
When we know , If our eyes met once again we would become inseparable.
Terrifying is this situation , when our heart wants to meet . But they cannot.
How much terrifying is this , that I am losing control .
You are shaking , looking with a side glance
And eyes weeping, want to live our past lives again
Our heart is wanting , what we can't have
And our minds denying , what we want.
©odysseyinindia
#seperation
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odysseyinindia
4w
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One day out in a parking lot I saw someone , who was so dear to me once , since we separated our ways and moved on . Now those emotions are gripping me once again -
SEPERATION.
The shadow casted on their
innocent love by the unjust societal norms,
Cleaved the entwined souls in
all the possible ways,
Leaving behind an eternal love
story as mesmerising as a horizon,
Seem to be meeting the thirsty sea
and lonesome sky where the line of seperation lays.
©reshma_kausar_mohideen -
Dear tree!!!
While abandoning those dead leafs in autumn,
Why do you forget that they are the same who once bloomed you in spring!
©a_n_u_s_u_y_a -
Silence
Rohan said "Arushi, be happy always, and take care of yourself"
Arushi replied "Yes I will, but do come in time at my wedding"
Rohan "yes, obviously"
Arushi "by the way you were about to say something for many days, what was that?"
Rohan was silent and after a while he told "Nothing serious, bye Arushi..."
(Sometimes silence is the most expensive speech to deliver....)
©rahuldas98 -
vintage_soul
14w
में क्या हु में कोन हु ये तो पता नहीं
लेकिन तेरे जाने के बाद में महेझ में नहीं हु।।
©vintage_soul -
बिछड़न
मुड मुड कर देखा उस गली को जाते जाते
हो जाये आखिरी बरसात सावन जाते जाते
एक मुलाकात थी जरूरी बिछड़ने से पहले
फिर बहुत मुस्कुराये वो आंसू छुपाते छुपाते।।
©yogi_babu -
वो अब दूरिया दरमियान आ गए
हिज्र होने पर दरार आ गए
वो बिछड़े थे पन्द्रह दिनों के लिए
पंद्रह माह होने के सवाल आ गए
आखिरी मुलाकत जल्दबाज़ी में हुई
इत्मिनान से देखे मानो कितने साल हो गए
झूठे वादे सुनकर अब थक चुके है वे
असलियत में मिलने के तलबगार हो गए
खौफ सा है की क्या
वक़्त होकर भी हम बेवक़्त हो गए।।
©ink_impressions_ -
mehakgorakhpuri
17w
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यहाँ साहिल बताओ मिला किसे है?
ज़िन्दगी उस की मुकम्मल,
यहाँ हमसफ़र मिला जिसे है।
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mehakgorakhpuri
20w
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"चार दिन की ज़िंदगी में,
बस चार कदम ही तो, संग चलने थे।
दो कदम चली आती मैं,
पर शायद ,तुम संग चलने से डरते थे।"
©mehakgorakhpuri7 3
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mmbftd
20w
When I was
When I was a little girl
My mother sewed
On an old tall table
Made of faux wood
Whose surface was smooth and cold.
I was more aquatinted with the legs of the table
As I sat under it
Watching my mother's tiny
Delicate barefoot
Working the pedal
Like a rythmic dance
To a familiar song
I traced the ornate metal decorative design
On the real wood leg of the table
With my tiny finger
As my mother handed
Me the prize.
I lay on my kid belly
With the button jar before me
Eagerly awaiting my mother to unscrew the lid for me
This was the big button jar
An old pickle jar
Filled up with an assortment
Of any type of button ever made
It was a treasure hunt to me
My mother, probably to keep me occupied, would ask me to find her some "small round blue ones", or "yellow flower ones", or "red rubies".
I never ever tired of this. She made me feel a part of each garment she created.
Most were dresses for me. For birthdays or Easter Church or family Thanksgivings.
Other smaller button jars were made using Gerber baby food jars. These held only specific styles of buttons. Like my favorites, the pill sized rounded ones that had a sheen as I turned them back and forth in the bright yellow sunlight that shone through the chiffon white curtains mom had also sewn.
As I lay on the soft thick avocado green shag carpet, I sniffed the button jars. I cannot tell you what they smelled like. There is no comparable scent to date. But it was very pleasant to me and I'd give anything to smell it once again. Much like the colorful spools of thread in the sewing box, they carried a familial scent. Especially my Abuelita's, those smelled of garlic. Delectable reminders of the Cuban cuisine she cooked for us all her life. Some of my mother's smelled like this too as they often did sewing projects together and shared threads.
I often wonder why I never learned to sew with my mother. But times were different as I grew up and I did not need to sew my own clothes, so the lessons were not important.
I wish I had learned, and took the time to sew with my mother, or learned to crochet, or paint or cook. All of these things I watched her do as a child in the 70's.
I wish I had a button jar to smell to remind me of how it felt to simply be in a room with another person who loves me. To be doing something together, yet differently.
A few years back I bought an embroidery kit. My mother used to do that too, lots of pillows all over the house with owls (her favorite animal), or other birds (mine).
I had the intention of bringing my kit over to her house to learn from her, but in today's busy world, there was always something else more pressing to do than sit quietly and just be together.
I'd give anything to be able to sit with her right now, but the world has made it impossible.
I relegate myself to jotting down my memories and sniffing my own spools of thread for one that smells like family, but alas, I never learned to cook either.
I did learn to be grateful for these moments, a lesson that serves me well in these times.
For my Abuelita and my Mami.
Thank you for the wonderful memories, and the button jar.
©mmbftd67 12 12
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പഴകും തോറും വീര്യം കൂടുന്ന വീഞ്ഞ് പോലത്രെ ചില വേർപിരിയലുകളുടെ നോവും.
©the_writers_castle -
allen2377
25w
Memory
She was a memory
Tailored so deep into me
Went missing
Disappeared
Perhaps she was a dream
I woke that morning looking at my phone
Years apart as if it was yesterday
Looked at it
Put it again in the same place
Finished my sleep
She disappeared again
She is just a memory
As if it was a dream
Nothing more than a dream
That memory came back
Here she is now
She really came back
Dreams do come true
So believe in your dreams
©allen2377 -
leena_afsha_ishrot
25w
Read More31-8-2020 12:15 a.m.
#loss #yourself #lost #pain #seperation #leena_unsaidwords #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork @effectivewordsLosing yourself is more painful than breakup
©leena_afsha_ishrot35 26 6
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बाक़ी कोई कहानी या कोई क़िस्सा नहीं,
अब मैं भी उसकी ज़िंदगी का हिस्सा नहीं !!
©parth_raval -
A dream that is hunting me
Stop this dream,
it's hurting me,
I am afraid my dear,
I am really scared now,
Alone in this room,
no one is here for a cuddle,
not even you,
I am afraid: to sleep, to stay awake,
As I close my eyes,
I see horrible,
As I open my eyes,
I see the reality
You are not by my side,
I accept it,
that's my vow and it's hurting me, hunting me.
Please come by my side or let me come to your side,
stop this dream dear, stop me dearly.
I need you,
I need my stop now.
Stop the dream, my dear,
stop it, please.
©amimmy -
batulvohra
28w
Read MoreChandni raat hai
Suna hai ye aalam
Bas tum aur mai
Aur radio par gunj rahe wo
Pyaar bhare nazm
Kuch kehna hai shayd hume
Par chupse hai
Maano saath reh kar bhi
Khoye se hai
Kaise kahu ye dooriya ab bardaasht nhi hoti
Ye aankhe teri yaad me
Raat bhar nhi soti
Ye dil ab tera mauhtaaj hai
Meri dhadkano par bas tera raaj hai
Dar hai iss baat ka
Ki shayd tumhe kho du na kahi
Isley diary ke panno me hi sahi
Kaid Kardi hai
Dil ki saare baate
Jo bayaan na krsaki zubaani
Na jaane kaisi hogi teri meri kahani
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#writersnetwork#poetry#love#seperation#stars#promisesHal e dil
©batulvohra -
हम तो बने ही थे तबाह होने के लिए,
तेरा छोड़ जाना तो महज़ बहाना बन गया।53 10 8
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You gave me a white rose,
Thinking you will fill it with colours I like,
You never knew white was what I liked.
You kept the promise,
Colouring the rose with the colour,
I wished it would never take.
You coloured the rose, the snow,the Jhelum, the eyes but the heart,
It continued to remain drenched in darkness
The white snow still appears coloured,
Flowing Jhelum resonates the colour of Red sea,
Your memories still try to colour the ravines around,
You would never know white is what I like.
©bazeela -
seven_thoughts__
33w
शक़
मुझे शक है कि तुम समझोगे नहीं
बताना तो तुम्हें बहुत कुछ था
हिज्र से ज्यादा तकलीफ तो मुझे तुम्हारे रवैये ने दी थी
वर्ना लुटाने के लिए प्यार तो बहोत था....!!
©i_am_alivee -
Prove it Wrong
This was the time too frivolous to last long
The line cracked and lost its line aplomb
Unkind the fate separated the birds from land
Blood rinsed for each other so pure it stand
Voices they hear from far took them to grin
To grey they feel and some chances that spin.
The bird don't need any touch from inside
It's just she need him there no rules to abide
Trust is the tyranny who daunts the harmony
Not it needed for long to last their journey
Nightmares even can't took him away from
Nor do any creep got the brave or any born.
And this clock is haunting her through bars
Iron of which could melt by pain of hot scars
He's far but knows her all from up to the top
To the bottom where he scans near and stops
For the world the wrangler was not to born
But her eyes visions he be wearing the throne.
The time of the clock that makes this bond
is the same now giving dimensions ardent
May you fight forward and prove that wrong
Let the time know who to obey, who to bend.
©qawi_khan
