Mirakee
Nights have become so scary. Days have become so uncertain. Mind has become so dark. Heart has become so heavy and life has become so messed up. All I can do is silently cry and console myself.
©justathoughtt
justathoughtt
Pain makes Penning. karthikeyu(Insta Profile)
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justathoughtt
15w
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justathoughtt
90w
"... everytime, there is a whisper or echo of your name, I am crushed beneath the pain of distance. "
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justathoughtt
92w
You are ubiquitous.
you are sky.
you are air.
And you became my world in a blink of an eye.
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justathoughtt
94w
Amma.. could you please come here and stay with me for a while ? Because I want to hear your voice, see your smile. I want to hold you tight , never let go, and tell you how much I love you so. You are my positive energy and inspiration of the life. Love you Amma. You are my world. Everything I am, because you helped me to be. It is really hard to stay away from you. There is no life for me with out you. I miss you very badly this time. I am so blessed to have the most beautiful, lovely and best mother in the world. My love, care on you never fade away even after my last breath.
Happy mother's day Amma
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justathoughtt
98w
While searching for the meaning of life, I have almost reached near to death!
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justathoughtt
105w
She found beauty in broken heart,
the way broken found a home in me.
She found light in dark sky,
the way darkness found a home in me.
She found happiness in healing scars,
the way deep scars found a home in me.
Then, I found a home in her heart,
the way her heart found a home in me.❤
©karthi -
justathoughtt
105w
She found the colors to paint him, where the world had left him gray.
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justathoughtt
108w
Every second reminds me that
"We are so close yet we are so far".
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justathoughtt
112w
This year I survived.
Next year, I live.
©Karthii -
justathoughtt
118w
Why do you make me weak always ? What ever I felt for you, It was beautiful and real. Now, whenever I think about you, whenever those momories I spent with you come to my mind, I feel so bad. I have everything in my life. I have a beautiful girl who loves me more than my self. But, I still feel bad whenever I rewind those memories. Should I console my heart that the girl I loved has been dead ? or Should I console my heart that the girl I loved is just nothing more than a stranger ? How can I undo the feelings that I had for you ? Why do those feelings always make me feel empty ? Why did I love you so madly ?
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pyramid_5267
100w
With a huge ribcage holding my
body in place, and sufficient amount
of flesh in hand, I ran across the town
to find the reason my heart had stopped beating. -
passionbookworm
135w
Isolated by distance,
conjoined by heart,
emotions surmounted,
arduous to stay apart,
embroiled in each other's mess,
exhibiting feelings through words,
Their love was eternal,
like a poet's pen,
dripping off in the form of poetry.
©passionbookworm -
You see, I never really learned how to let go
I just got used to holding on to nothing.
- Avitaj -
rasiika
140w
My doors are never
closed permanently.
I open them as soon as
I have grieved enough
Of letting someone in
The last time.
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ahvana
144w
The Poem I'll never finish
It's the ending.
The moments
In a song
when the drums stop,
the piano takes over,
a voice trembles softly
and begins to fade.
Or in a play
when the last lines
have been spoken, and
the lights begin to dim,
the restless hall
quietens to a whisper,
and everyone holds
their breath, you know
the end's drawing near,
the culmination of
a world that existed
in the space of a finity.
But this is about us and
I keep silent. My fingers
bleed trying to dampen
the strings of fate.
You are the poem
I'll forever leave unfinished.
because now I have you
nowhere else but in my words
and I cannot let you die.
I rewrite you
in every page
that I have wrenched free from
the scars of forgotten yestermonths,
in every memory
I have lived without you,
in every song
I wish I could have
danced with you,
in every death
I die every morning,
and every night and
a thousand more times
in between imagining you
holding me again
smiling at me
one last time.
Someday the pain will win,
And I'll say your name
for the last time,
and underneath my hand
will lay several hundred
pages of words...
The poem that was you.
And I'll hold you gently
in my arms, knowing
I never let you die,
that my tears never
blurred my image of you,
that I might never get to be
spoken in the same breath
as you and that's okay.
You live, like this,
and I live in the ink
of those words.
In the poem
I never finished.
©ahvana
