©lonethinker
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lonethinker 3w
I kept ignoring the mistakes,
I have been committing,
Knowing it is not right,
Perhaps, I believed,
Deep down in my heart
I hoped
The mistakes to prove me right-
It Sounds absurd, Right
But yeah, that's what I wish.
What I found was that
All my hopes
And dreams laying shattered
Hidden away from the reality
Wearing an invisibility cloak.
I was terrified
For I caught myself spinning and
Weaving a web of altered truths.
I was trying to find the lost,
The lost dignity
Once abandoned and never dared to
Looked back upon.
All those forgotten feelings and memories.
That lies buried
Buried deep inside,
My heart
Then the heart of my heart
Before cremated forever.
#Random
#dark
#mirakeeI kept ignoring the mistakes,
I have been committing,
Knowing it is not right,
Perhaps, I believed,
Deep down in my heart
I hoped
The mistakes to prove me right-
It Sounds absurd, Right
But yeah, that's what I wish.
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©lonethinker -
In my lonely heart, lies
A longingness so deep
Of scattered wishes,
Which the mind misses.
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 9w
Halfway past into November
I am realising
Nowadays I am missing out on things
Many things are getting overlooked.
Seems like me my thoughts are
Being held in captive
It is present, yet absent
Not flowing into words.
So many things are happening
Mostly getting ignored,
Either people are going away or
I am moving away from them,
Whatever it is,
It is.
What I am doing is nothing but watching.
With no false hope to get high.
The peace is missing
Camouflaged and hiding
behind the bushes,
Whereas chaos is being offered
In a delicious buffet.
These days
Backspace is working with
More efficaciously than anything
Like a real 100% efficient machine
As defined in the Physics Book,
Read in the high school
I write, I delete
Stuck in thoughts
Even if the heart feels a ravel rushing a
Thousand feelings
But nothing settles in between the lines
Or in life
Just vacuum everywhere.
___________________
Debabrata Tarai
**Not that good,
But It is, what it is.**
#thesedays #HalfwayNovember
#AtrocityofNovember #mirakee
#pic Credit- UnsplashThe Atrocity of November
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 11w
October left,
Paving a way for November
Taking away leftover tranquillity
That stayed all through the month
Leaving me perplexed
Every moment.
I do not know
What is happening?
I just cannot explain it.
When in these times
The lies are in the air,
The truth and honesty
Comes in waves,
Some hit the shore
Some just do not
And loyalty seems lost
Drowned somewhere
In-between the ocean.
It is happening.
Though it seems good at times
I am unsure of it,
I do not know how to handle this
A dilemma it is
This is something
I am not able to understand
For October was not like this
I was happy,
Okay, may not be happy,
It was okay at least.
#NovemberIsHere
#happenings
#thoughts
#mirakeeNovember is here
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 12w
Some Random Thoughts
#someday #Somewhere
#oldmemories
#newpart #newlife
#mirakee
@my_escape Thank youMaybe someday
Somewhere, I will find the old me
The carefree one,
Those old memories
To feel that delight.
Maybe at a whole new place.
The new part in my life is
Something no one knows,
How I cry every second
without letting my tears drop
Holding a smile on my face
For just no specific reasons.
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 14w
I have always been living
A life in between
Somewhere it's between
Uncertain and certain
Buoyant and bleak
Maybe with some direction
Yet unknown.
In this in between life
I have experienced the feelings
Weird maybe
A weird state it is
Not exactly happy,
Not exactly sad
Somewhere in between them,
Not knowing whether to express
Or suppress
I am just enmeshed.
Sometimes the emotions flow,
Through my veins
Without any essence
I don't know how to explain
Sometimes I feel like a hyphen
We used to join two words together
I feel like I am stuck in between two worlds
Just like a hyphen
Simply Meaningless.
Sometimes it's just frustrating
To be in this state
The state of in between,
Being like a bridge
Connecting two worlds
Longing to be on both
But belong to none.
______________________
#SomewhereInbetween
#stuck
#mirakeeIn between
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 15w
©lonethinker
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When it pains
you just feel that
Nothing else seems to matter anymore
your soul is being lost to sight.
you just can't focus on
anything else,
anymore, but the pain.
It slowly devours everything,
weighing you down,
It hurts more than any burn,
You weep, you cry
You plead, you try
until you can't move.
But it doesn't heal, instead
It slowly fades away.
©lonethinker -
lonethinker 16w
Through the streets of life
We all are moving,
to the end, which is a dead-end.
Nobody takes the same route or lane,
We tend to stay for a while at some point
visiting some places
the places, which we can call
life's phase.
Something we give,
Something we receive
We need to live and enjoy every place,
while we are moving forward,
As no road will lead us back to the point
where we started.
©lonethinker
#life #streetoflife #mirakee©lonethinker
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I want to be yours
I want to be a little blossom
Residing in the womb of green lush landscapes
With dew drops of peace flowing through my interiors
A lovely vibrant bloom lightening my anterior.
I want to be tiny beam of joy hidden in an infants face
A soothing melody tattooing your ears
I want to elude like wind from place to place
And leave a Soulful smile on your face
I want to be a peaceful serein ravine
Flowing through your heart's cave
Embracing your inner sanctum For life
Taking your notions in my strife
I want to be A little playful song
Always staying in your mind
The lovely tune that you play again and again
In painful times amidst of fall and rain
I want to be the fragrance you wear
Leaving bit of you everywhere you wander
Like a fragment of your heart
Never being able to be apart
I want to be a soulful moment
You will always cherish
Also I want to paint my existence in your times
And be hidden in winds as you adore wind chimes
©selenophilic_873 -
Thoughts in solitude
Dusk painted the sky red
Glimpses of past arrived to the shade
Usual were my queries today
Grief stricken was I, tears couldn't leave the bay
Is it a mistake to love someone without asking?
Is it a mistake to not expect anything?
Is it a fault to help out someone?
If it's not, then why do they shun?
Uncertain is this life, so are our actions
But do we need to react in all the situations?
How about we don't care about little things?
Is this thought appropriate for sane beings?
What is the real measure of goodness?
Having right thoughts or showing off is it's address?
Why are some questions better unanswered?
Why is the truth always feared?
Why can't we accept people the way they are?
Why do we scale them in our expectations bar?
I smiled at myself after a while
Since I found no answers to this questions pile
©my_escape -
love_whispererr 2w
मेरा समय तो वहीं पे है ठहरा हुआ
बताऊँ तुम्हें क्या मेरे साथ क्या क्या हुआ...
#deserving #wod #candlescC A N D L E S
I was three
And they decorated the whole room
with lots of balloons and
Some colourful candles were there on a cake
My father ignited those candles
and said me to blow them
but I couldn't blow all of them
and my elder brother helped me
after that they wished me a happy birthday
I smiled and the cake was mouthwatering.
I was four
And my mom took me to the
city church on the Christmas Eve
She brought some candles from a shop
and I saw the church was decorated
like my birthday room
"O Jesus Christ, happy birthday
blow these candles now."
I wished him, mom smiled
I was thinking all those nights
why he didn't blow the candles.
I was nine
And one day my grandfather
turned into a star of the soaring sky
Igniting a candle in front of the photo frame,
my mom said "rest in peace, father"
I was wondering who would blow the candle
Me, mom or Jesus Christ !
where the dreadful death
was gulping the beams of that candle.
And today I entered into the frame of eighteen
I understood the conundrum of candles ;
"it was definitely worth a try to
gain an understanding of candles"
© в ι ∂ у α
(3rd jan' XXI) -
love_whispererr 3w
Flamingo symbolizes beauty, elegance and grace. They're pink, which also symbolizes the femininity, innocence & confidence.
Wishing you a very happy new year folks.
Stay blessed stay healthy stay safe
and keep believing beautiful souls :)
May this new year bring much love, bliss and delight.
#newyearwish
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️
Thank you so much @mirakee ❤️FLY-ME-N-GO
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Kissing
the stillness
I will fly away
Towards the end
of this toxic world
Where I will see those
enchanting mermaids
inside the azure ocean
I will fling my darkness
there and the sea
horse will
gulp my
glooms
and turn
my angst
into the glittering-twinkling
sparkling beams of january morning.
Kissing the broken cum dark syllables
I will fly away towards those contemptible
g az es of some bewitching and gorgeous fairies
I w i l l borrow some extramundane vehemences
f r o m ringlets of those charismatic elfs and pixies
a n d embellish them inside my vile & awful sonnets
Kissing the silent stars of soaring sky, I will fly away
towards the silken moon and bring the metaphors
they'll adorn my heart, soul in the new year eve,
Kissing the dramatic zephyr of the old year
I will fly away towards Galapagos Island
to croon the last melody of the year
I will steal their hues
to colour my love
sonnets i n t o
bright p I n k
and to paint
haiku w i t h
p in k colors
& will return
w it h poetry
oflove warmth
andto scribble
verses with the
zephyr of new
year and new
year and new
resolutions
new lov e
a n d n e w
leaflets n e w
wishes a n d
new l i f e
new ways
new d a y
n e w
j o y
new era
new decade
and to enjoy
/euphoria/
B I D Y A -
sahoosmruti 3w
The stillness
of photographs
sometimes
speak in volumes
that we avoid
paying attention to.
The race we join
the flame we foster
marching towards
a cacophonous velocity
they all speak about
stability growth and change .
We all panic
to have protection from loss
in pursuit of cheese cakes
we get into the rat race
be it in Yoga or Economics.
Mental health , domestic violence
are the issues on which we arrange
open talks
discuss politics
establish
borrowed notions
faking high degree
intellectual spheres
and take pride in our
Progressive nature .
Thinking selves as
brainy mortals
we preach practicality
that retrospect our inner
hypocrisies
we adhere to change
thrust towards growth
that actually needs
an obligatory pause
to sync into
steady navigation
like the hanging stillness
of photographs
capturing the fleeting seconds
in a moment
and turn it into
a constant .A photograph has the ability
of capturing fleeting seconds
into a moment of constancy.
©sahoosmruti -
बातें अनकही सि २
मेरे चुप्पी में तुम्हारा घबराना
और बिना बात के ही कॉल करके तुम्हारा मूझे परेशान करना
तुम्हारे घर का पता कभी ना भूल पाना
और तुम्हारा जिक्र ना होने या करने पर दिल का सुकून मिट जाना
नींद तो मानो अजनबी हो गई है आजकल
याद आते हैं साथ बिताए वो लम्हें, थोडे ही सही पर यादगार थे वो पल
रोज़ सबकी नजरों से छुप कर तुम्हारे हर बात की खबर रखना
अब मानो आदत हो गई है मेरी
प्यार का पता नहीं, पर पक्की है अपनी ये यारी
ख़ैर क्या ही कहना
और कयों ही कहना
ये बातें तो तुम तक पहुंचने से रही
अब खुदा की यही मर्ज़ी है, तो फिर यही सही
तुम्हारा नाराज़ होना सबसे ज़्यादा भाती है
क्यों की कुछ बातें अनकही हि अच्छी लगती है।
©my_escape -
harshalb 4w
किसी की खुशी से प्यार मत करना
उसकी हँसी से इश्क़ मत करना
इंसान है वो
हँसी के पीछे परेशान है वो
ये समझ कर उसे अपना कहना
वो जब तुम्हारे लिए हस्ते हस्ते थक जाए
उसे तब भी अपना कह सको
ये समझ कर ही उसे अपना कहना
©harshalb -
A poem is not just made of the words
that go into building it, It is not its body or its content,
A poem
is a tapestry made of fibres sourced
from the heart, and spun by the soul.
A poem is thus A Daughter of The Soul.
A poem
knows not death even if it is crossed out
or crumpled; it lives on as remnants of memory.
A poem is thus Deathless.
A poem
knows when it is tweaked; it will either react to your pen like a touch me not, if it is already perfect, or like wet clay if it is not.
A poem is thus a Living Entity.
A poem
is the Guardian of Your Imagination;
it keeps it safe forever.
A poem
is a Home for the Tired Past,
a Resting Place for the Present and
a Cradle for any version of the Future.
Your poem, is above all,
a place where You can
go to, when you feel broken, to
remind yourself that from You,
emerged something so beautiful;
That You
are the source of the
Most Beautiful Thing in the World
©artemiswrites -
harshalb 4w
When you are happy everyone likes you,
Wants to be around you.
When you are sad,
When you need everyone,
They leave.
You stayed, making them feel good,
Waiting for their sadness to leave,
They just leave you.
©harshalb -
my_escape 6w
I don't wish to fall
Even if you push me down
The cliff of love, hope or my dreams
For defeat is distant still
Till I feel your presence
In your ignorance or arrogance
Even if I know it for certain
That togetherness is not destined
For I've seen the darkest nights
That shattered me into pieces
And you were at my rescue
Even if you don't whisper about love
For I've seen that in your eyes
And those quivering lips of yours
That tried to yell, you didn't want to go
And I still dream about you, for that keeps me full in the void you left behind.
©my_escape
