"I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn"
If this is my fate, so be it! ©meghnaramnauth
It is said that when you've committed a mistake in life, you are prone to repeat it.But that's not always true maybe that mistake has pierced the heart of your loved one, and he might not be able to trust you on that again Thus make it a challenge for yourself to prove it wrong, to regain his trust and show him how you will not repeat that mistake again as you can feel his pain and you really love him.Once a lesson is learnt, it shall not be repeated! ©meghnaramnauth
Saying the same things in numerous languages do have different impact on the mind of people and their reactions. ©meghnaramnauth
He gave his sunflower his most precious things cause all these luxuries mean nothing to him than her happiness ©meghnaramnauth
No one always get the thing they love in the world Hence it depends on our perspectives, of how we will take it ©meghnaramnauth
Wherever I go and for no matter how long I go, I will always come back to you. ©meghnaramnauth
I am afraid to live in a world without you. ©meghnaramnauth
You said your ego is far greater than your love for meYou said it with such an arrogance that you could not feel the pain in my heartAnd yet has the audacity to claim that women beg for a heart like yours ©meghnaramnauth
Thoughts are primary cause of everything, and the rest is effects from those thoughts. ©meghnaramnauth
Train your sense of reality Bring up your decisive force as wellBeing more realistic will save you from future pain ©meghnaramnauth
As I stare at those blank pages of my diarythat I left for you,I can’t help but see those linesand flinch at those memories where you belted the bare back of my heart with your knife sharp words.And when it leaked red through the cracks you fashioned lovingly,I dipped roses in themand built walls of poetries for you to sleep inand weave dreamsamong the stars.It was still easy for me to say that I didn’t want any cracks anymore while I was still away from you inside the clouds.But it was when those sharp pains shot upwhen I looked in your eyes,that I realised that,r e d r o s e s l a s t l o n g e rt h a n d a n d e l i o n s .-lost forever-
"There are no monsters under your bed."
Like every other five year old
I wanted to hear someone say that
but soon, I realised
monsters weren't under my bed,
they were outside my room
disguised as humans.
Those monsters reeked
of something unpleasant
and drank something from
those glass bottles
that were missing
It wasn't until
a few years later
I got to know about
the tonic of intoxication
and the smoke of sojourn-
An escape from pain, they say.
It doesn't matter now
'cause I'm away from those monsters.
I'm still living with a monster though,
it mocks me, riles me up,
makes me feel insecure,
questions me at every step,
hates me, rejoices in my pain,
in my misery, in my every single death,
feels satisfaction at the burial
of a small part of me
that dies, and parts of me
that are digging a grave
It messes with my head,
after all it has got an easy access,
that's where it lives-
was born and nurtured,
now it dreams of taking
over the throne.
One day, I know
that's gonna happen,
but it is not today.
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You will emerge ,As a writer the day ..Your emotions ,Wed your thoughts .Pouring out words Meaningful ,That touch a million hearts .When your quill weaves words ,That are simplistic And sincere .When you rekindle ,A spark gone cold .When a blank page ,Turns into an artwork ,Of verses profound .Inspiring , redeemingThrough renditions sound ...©soulfulstirrings
//Here's a few things you need to know//i. 'I' ,'me' and 'myself' are mere pronouns. 'we' and 'us', an emotion. ii. Dreams are fireflies hoping to shine as bright as the moon and we, are dreamers hoping to bottle the moon in a jar.iii. Houses are facts written on concrete; homes are poems built in tranquility.iv. 'Infinities' are measured in the number of times you live in a day and 'Forevers' , in the breathes you exhale while you live. Together. v. Writing is an Art. Art is a way of living. We are writers writing our destinies. We are artists living our dreams.vi. The sky is an illusion? It is a food for thought. Grab a bite while it is blue. I'm sure it'll bow for you.vii. Nights are vicious and yet, reviving; Days are enlightening, but also blinding.viii. Hope is your name. Without it, you're anonymous.ix. Trust is a mirror that relationship wakes up to. It needs to be reassured that it remains the fairest of them all.x. Death is not the dead end. Dread is.©pamela_bhowmick@laughing_soul @lovenotes_from_carolyn @devesh_upadhyay @thenicestbitch @wineandpoetries#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod
She sits back, Staring into the night Her thoughts burning, Just as the stars. She recalls her desire A fairytale that belongs The glittery eyes With child like innocence, Known to realityYet conditioned to dogma.She walks back, The same arena Everytime trying to unburden.For fairytales, Aren't fair to everyone !!©arushis_1410
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Like a phoenix, rises in the sun from the ashes of the dusk, reflecting in the eyes of the beholders beautifying nature in it own class, during the day comes the coloured wings juice suckers adding more to the beauty of the garden, emitting more values to man than just an ornament. Your world is surrounded by beautiful yellow diamonds of their kind.©AKAABA USMAN
Past stories that liedTo you and me,Now sleeps inside the grave,To feel and see.©maitreyee54