Mirakee
Bipolar
The dark is just grey
The heart is lighter
The flowers are still
A smile, hidden deep
is taking shape;
But the grey is yet dark
And light is still heavy,
A melancholy,
emerging back from its grave...
©_kaushiki_
#short
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sha_bd12
4d
Aaj fr zmane ne mohabbat p jit pai h
Aaj fr do hasti honthon p udasi chai h
Dur ho gye wo jo chahte the ek duje ka sath harpal
Dard ka saya chaya h unke sr pe pal pal
Ansuon ne unke dil m jl rhi aag bujhai h
Aaj fir do hasti honthon p udasi chai h
©sha_bd12 -
I am
Moonlight
You are my
Moon
I am
Flower
You are my
Bloom
©ankit_the_writer -
When we can't remember,
we forget.
©cercandolaverita -
Change
So, it took years to mold this entire person, piece by piece situation over situation and now it's supposed to reverse back into another person in a second ? Not denying that change is possible but in a second ?
©pranav_k -
devilfish
1w
I Crawl Until I'm Dead
Thrashing in the sheets
I feel strangled muffled like I can't
Breathe
I can't even feel a subtle touch nor a sheet
Where are my feet?
I need to leave
I need to feed myself or sleep
Why is it I'm falling into a concrete street
Until my frail knees bleed all over the gravel and flood all these streams
I'm sure that the past will entrap and hold hostage all my dreams
I'm stuck in between the solid seams knitted tight together that I can't even peep or
See what they are or if they're looking for me
Or am I a creep a waste of flesh
A beating heart that doesn't last
An empty idea a vermin or a rat
A noose too loose a broken clasp
A speeding heart that has smashed
My tongue to trash
My words they are swerving
Nearly crash
The comfort of an empty flask
I want my love
Please give it back
The only memory I have of you
Is jagged edged pieces of grass
In a garden that's black and barren of all beauty
Bitten by the bitter past
An ailment can't be cured with a flask
Nor a turn around you can't turn back
The hands of time the sands of time will leak from the hourglass if you try to go back
To the past
The waves of bereavement and sorrow
Violently clash a supersonic blast of thumbtacks emitted from the center of the point of impact and shattered glass for a garden and the bird bath is filled with notes I want you to at least think of writing back
I'm aware of the box and where I've gone wrong
I'm going to break all clocks that cut
Into my ears
Slash and slash all the glass with my shears
I'll bend their hands until they imitate my human tears they're turbulence they've endured for what seems to be 444 years
I can't even grasp the concept of time
My face is foreign I trace the mirror
In lines unrecognized
Not mine
Not alive
Not sure if I can thrive
I'm boiling like lava
Seeping out of my fault lines
I'm not even sure I'm fine
These lines
Sting
I can't cure
I can't think
And I can't feel a
Single
T h I n g
©devilfish
©devilfish -
Dear diary
They say, " why are you so distant ?"
That's it. That's all that conversation is left on
©pranav_k -
सपने
दूर से जो अच्छा लगे
अक्सर पास आ खनकता है
जो सपने दिखाता है
वही तोड़ा करता है
©hope_27 -
Rush
This heart beats so fast,
I can't keep up.
Just gushing winds in and out,
like someone let a blower loose.
Eyes searching
to grab a hold of.
No words, no sounds,
just an infinite race.
©pranav_k -
I don't see the world in colors anymore..
I see it in greys and blacks..
I am not color blind, just emotionally blind..
©anonym_o -
I am a stalker, you are a picture
I am a drunker, you are a liquor
I am a star, you are my flicker
©ankit_the_writer -
Deep
Difficulties
Deserve
Destiny
©ankit_the_writer -
Meeting 10+ people during the day.
Gossip with 5 people in the evening.
but
Missing only 1 person at night.
©ankit_the_writer -
1am Clarity
It ain't love
It never was love
Just an addiction of bodies touched and intertwine
Your soul never craved for mines
The way mines had your name engrave
I was yours but you
You were never ever truly mines
©po3ticfreedom -
I hope you miss me sometime
Because, without you, I am not fine
Please, come back, hug me tightly
Give me your sunshine
I hope you miss me sometime
©ankit_the_writer -
ഒഴിമുറി
കടലാസ് ചിന്നിചിതറിയ മുറിയിൽ നാലുപാടും
പുസ്തങ്ങകളുടെ ഒച്ചയായിരിന്നു.
ഇനി ഒരു തരി പോലും ഇടമില്ലാതെ മുറിയാകെ പുസ്തകങ്ങളുടെ മണമാണ്. എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി പേജുകൾക്കിടയിൽ കുടുങ്ങികിടന്ന മയിൽപീലികളെല്ലാം ഇന്നു നിലാവിനെ കണ്ടെന്നു സാരം.
മുല്ല പൂക്കുന്ന മണം പോലും ആ മുറിയിൽ പടർന്നില്ല, തിക്കിലും തിരക്കിലും ശ്വാസം മുട്ടി പിടയുന്ന മണത്തിനു ഒരു പൂവിന്റെ മണത്തെയും ശ്വസിക്കാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല.
അകലെ രാത്രികൾക്ക് ഇരുട്ടിന്റെ മറവിൽ കാവലായി
കുറേ നക്ഷത്രകൂട്ടങ്ങളെ ആരോ ആകാശത്തു തൂക്കിയിട്ട് നിർത്തിയിരിക്കുന്നു....
എന്നും അനുസരണയോടെ കൂടെ കൂട്ടിരിന്ന പുസ്തകങ്ങളെല്ലാം ഇന്നു അലറിക്കരയുന്നുണ്ട്.
താളത്തിനൊത്തു നീങ്ങിയിരുന്ന കൊലുസുകളെ ഇന്ന് ആരോ ബലമായി കൂട്ടികെട്ടിരിക്കുന്നു.
പുതപ്പിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു !
കൈയ്യകലത്തിൽ ഒരു കടലാസ് കഷ്ണമിരിപ്പുണ്ട്
എന്റെ മരണം എന്ന് എഴുതണമെന്നുണ്ട്
എന്തോ എഴുതുവാൻ കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല!
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MUSIC
Music is the only thing
that
can be felt from the heart,
in any language
©ankit_the_writer -
Open up to me
I wish I could read your mind,
To fight the monsters you hide.
©tikilove -
Story Designer
Storyteller in the bitter cold
Wrapped in the warm wool of stories
Adorned by the luring jewels of words
Weaving a tale for all to admire
Spinning a myth for all to aquire
A true knitter of fables
©taytay_nicole424 -
Went infront of the mirror
Played stone paper scissors with the mirror
And lost.
©mewtsa
