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Value

the person who gives you time.
coz it's not just time .
They share a part of life with you
©minu_dhibar

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I had broke up

With the hope of new beginning,
But it witnessed to be a great drawback for me❤️
©minu_dhibar

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minu_dhibar 1w

He made me speechless with his astonishing love....
So I started writing poems for him❤️
©minu_dhibar

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Pyar Kabhi Kisi k liye uhi
itni asani se khatam Nahi ho jati
Aur agar ho jaiyein to wo pyar nahi
©minu_dhibar

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minu_dhibar 1w

Pyar Kabhi Kisi k liye uhi
itni asani se khatam Nahi ho jati
Aur agar ho jaiyein to pyar nahi
©minu_dhibar

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Logo Ka toh Kuch pal ke liye waqt Bura ata hai

Par Mera to Acha waqt hi do pal Ka mehman hua karta hai
©minu_dhibar

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minu_dhibar 2w

Logo Ka toh Kuch pal ke liye waqt Bura ata hai

Par Mera to Acha waqt hi do pal Ka mehman hua karta hai
©minu_dhibar

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sangfroid_soul 17w

Part 1: OF RAYS AND CURVES

We dance to the slow melody of moonlight. My head is on your chest a little tilted, a little listless. I hear your heartbeat closely, like my life depends on it. Your hands on my waist, mine are hanging on your neck. We dance in silence, yet I hear you humming a song whose lyrics I have forgotten. The night sky is engulfing our niche and the trees are swaying whispering psithurism. Your voice is so sad that I want to kiss away your pain, I think. But I don't want the humming to stop, so I bury myself deeper in your arms. I try my best not to cry. I touch your hair, soft and smooth and fragrant. Your humming stops suddenly and you take my face in your hands like glass, like something that would break easily. I had warned you that this day would come, you hadn't trusted me back then. I pull myself from your arms and stand one feet within your body and it pulls me back but I resist. I didn't want you to go through this all. I didn't want to break you through this illness of mine. I didn't want to fall in love with life whom I had hated 20 years of my life. After all this monologue I realise I had uttered this aloud and I find my breath, hushed.

You fell for this ugly hideous face of mine. Your chirpy aura allured me to give life chances once again.

You take my name as soft as the zephyr. I refuse to look into your eyes. You take my hand and I let you take it. You don't say anything and I see tears in your eyes. I wipe them silently.

I ask, "Siddharth, what if I die right here, then what? You know that my survival chances are minimal and I don't want you remember me as long as you live, or be sad or be afraid of love"
And you say, "Who says I'm afraid of love? You have given me the love I need for my lifetime and I don't want anything more and it's sad, you, young lady have to go so early. I had so many wishes and expectations about the life we'd live, it's okay Tara, you go I'll find you there whenever you go, and also you'll be so young and beautiful and I'll be old and saddened. We'll meet again, IMAGINE"
The thought makes me cry but the way you said made me smile and chuckle.
You add, Tara, life goes on. But I'll love you forever.

It starts raining. And we run back to the house. Suddenly my hands loosen grip from your hands as I hear a crack, my prosthetics twists and breaks, I fall and my head collides to something hard.
A strange memories pops up and I hear your voice fading away.
I still remember the day you asked about the long scar on my left side that stretched from my eyebrow downward to my cheekbone. I knew you were famous and popular. And that almost every girl was after you. It was the first time someone asked me about the backstory except my best friend. You asked if you could touch it. I allowed you, instead you touched that part of mine with your lips. Another first. I was shocked and suprised. Three days later, you became my first kiss.

"Tara, do you hear me calling you"?

"Tara, please open your eyes"

Tara.

I hear your voice on the verge of tears, shaken and shocked. Tara, please don't leave me. And your voice echoes. I'm dazed confused and lost. I slightly open my eyes, and see bright lights everywhere. And I see an angel in red dress, its arms stretched. And I smile. And try to take your name but my lips don't part. I go into a deep slumber.
All is blackness afterwards.

• sangfroid

@hindrance hope you don't mind XD

@jiniaa the prompt was interesting but I think I deviated from the theme :(

P.S. it was really tough to start writing but once I did it goes easier than I expected

#sangfroid_stories

This gives me tfios vibes xd

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Chapter 1

Of Rays and Curves
©sangfroid_soul

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quotes_mirakee 27w

Death and love are the two wings that bear the good man to heaven.

- Michelangelo

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vivan_the_peaceminded 40w

#heart

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When you have a good heart

You help too much
You trust too much
You love too much
You expect too much
You give too much
You also seem to get hurt too often

©vivan_the_peaceminded

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sanjay_writes 55w

FAITH
:
Somewhere out there are a pair of eyes
That are the window to my soul
I hope someday to climb that window and find my own
Somewhere out there is an arm the size of me
Nothing else fits it but the love inside I feel
Somewhere out there is a song in loop looking for words
My life is the lyrics to that song
Somewhere out there is a poet penning my life
I'm just a poem in search of her poet
Somewhere out there is rain in search of the thirsty
I am a desert
Somewhere out there is a desert dying for rain
I am a stream that wields a storm
Somewhere out there is a frame without a painting
I am a painter, I am the painting
Somewhere out there is a want in need of love
Love is my air, and I've been dying to exhale
Somewhere out there is a blank page longing for blood
My veins carry ink to my heart
Somewhere out there is a myth that is a truth
I believe in things no one can prove
Somewhere out there is a dream in search of a dreamer
Somewhere out there is a tongue made for healing
I am a wound with jaded scars
Somewhere out there...
A silver lining is about to break on a dark sky
And it will have my name on it
Somewhere out there is a you I cannot see
And dreams have been the evidence of my hope.
.
Some things are dark to the lucky - like the inside of a prison cell
Other things are darker to the lost - like a six by eight mind
You peer through the rails to see the sky
and the knowledge that your skin will never be touched by it
Locks your soul up in that moment forever
You have no where else to go but yourself
you have no one else to be but you
So
you be you - a bird with a broken wing looking through windows at a beautiful sky
I read the most beautiful love poem today
only to find that the loved didn't know the poet existed or was spending his life writing about her heart
My mind hurriedly looks for words to describe how my heart bleeds
hoping it could stop the bleeding... even for a moment
Then on realising that poetry will not save me abandons me to silence
Some things are dark to the loved - like a missed phone call
Other things are darker to the lonely - like hearing every tick of a broken clock
.
When someone hurts you
your first instinct is to hurt them back
To make them feel a little bit more than what they make you feel
The same can be said of when you love someone When my life hurts me
I've been known to hurt life back except the life I'm bruising is mine... my one and only life
The same can be said of forgiveness
You with hold it from the ones who beg for it
In hopes that they would hurt forever
For a pain they caused you once upon a flawed time
But my darling, it is you who begs forever
You beg every memory
for life to take you back to that moment
when no one you loved needed to be forgiven by you
In time
You'll learn that everything begs for mercy even your breaking heart
Then
in that sublime moment you'll let go of that rock that once was your floating rock
but now is nothing but your a heartfelt moment
,
There is that one person who matters the most, and nothing else will ever matter half as more until you matter most to that one person
Your window of dreams open a door to nightmares because as deeply as you love she may just be as freely as she'll never care
Soon
all you'll see is the darkness and you start drawing words the shape of fractured moons
But the purpose of love has never been to be loved back
so you keep on loving a night that loves the stars more than your full moon
You keep on writing the one who reads every poem but your heart
.
I've bled forever and won't die in time
My life became the distance A to where you'd B
I know what hell is
I've been in it
It's the absence of love
it's the absence of you
My thoughts often seek their freedom in words that bleed
Yet the silence whistles
"Find yourself within yourself."
So
I'm forever lost in the eternity of me
.
I'm perhaps one of the most quiet people you'll ever meet
When at first I learned to speak
I used all my words to write
No one
except my siblings knew that I wrote
So people wondered what it was I did with the lonely crowd inside my head
When you found me
I lost myself telling you my every thought
my every fear
my every dream
my every hope
By the time you let go
I wrote a hundred million songs that screamed in silence
Everyone loved the beauty of my quiet
and never could read my tear-stained pages bleeding you

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Believe

( See upper part )

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sanjay_writes 53w

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MY LOVE
:
if you think of the vast world.
Shadows of souls that just limber in the wind.
Looking for a moon every month just see beauty.
Just be one with another
they think of.
.
My flower
the daughter of the sea and winds of softness.
I see not the moons beauty
but your crystal eyes everywhere.
I don't look to be with another one
for everything
everything
Brings you to me
To be one
us
we..you and me
my darling.
.
Once I wrote:
Dream among my mind
whispered me a song,
Let life just go as seas of white come to shore,
Among the tide
among the moon its gone
Gone the dreams I used to adore.
.
The song has sung
its complex and complete
Words and tears flows as waters from the shore
Why is my heart the way it is and what has my heart become?
I honestly do not know anymore.
.
But now in the eternal life of love, verses, words, the winds, the sounds,
All bring you to me.
As if you became everything, the ground, air, earth...for that's where we are.
All lead you to me.
.
Love cannot be measured
for my love for you is complete.
In the silence, in the shadows, in lights, in the harmony of the dancers of the skies.
I don't need to know love for I already live with her..you.
I don't need nothing, for you are my everything.
I now know
what I did not know..
You.
My love.
You...
That's what I needed to know.
For you brought me..
You
.
ALL I AM
:
Looking into the eyes of the sea,
I see everything going up and falling down,
Like tides that hide as waves,
Slapping the shores ceaselessly,
As if trying to write its secrets on sands,
And cannot help but come back to wash them off again,
I see people opening veins,
As if trying to bleed out a memory,
And they dress up,
As if threads can stitch a wounded soul,
All the time you spent asking what life meant,
Life spent collecting what your time meant,
Life is a dream you live by waking,
And the deepest holes in the world are found in people,
Oh, I wish that I could fill your emptiness,
But all I am is a space in time,
I see your skin stained by letters and apologies,
And I wonder what it is that makes your soul bleed,
I see all the self-destruct buttons you hide
As the rain washes your skin,
And I wonder how I can make my umbrella
Cover your fractured soul,
And I wish that you would know that,
The wind that blows out all your candles
Will one day make you a wildfire,
But if your eyes must rain,
Let it pour upon my desert,
I promise you a land of fire,
Where the winter of your life remembers spring,
And all your flowers rise to the morning sun,
Now promises like people are made to be broken,
And sometimes even a sea drowns of thirst,
But my promises are me,
And when I am broken you will be found in me,
On the days I couldn't breathe, I learned to paint air,
So that on the nights you cannot breathe,
I will become your oxygen for you,
I have learned that everything ends,
So, I welcomed the breaking of my heart,
And hid the fragments
In-between the sands of your hourglass,
Now the broken and the beautiful have something in common,
And the lucky and the loved are often the same people,
And this poem was meant to be a short song,
Of stolen kisses and missing heartbeats,
But my heart went on and on and on
About I and love and you,
In truth, all I wanted to say was,
I love you, and that is all there is to me.
.
FEEL THE INNER WARM OF THE HEART
:
His heart skipped a beat when he saw her
she looked at him too without blinking eyes
she was so beautiful that he could not resist talking to her
he was restless
his breath was heavy
"oh god!
I want to make her mine"
he said
his heart was jumping out of his chest
she was damn shy
he thought if he did not speak he would lose the most beautiful woman on the planet who blew his mind
he spoke but his voice fumbled
legs trembled and words jumbled
she looked down while he was murmuring
he felt like holding her hand and kiss on it
hug her and proclaim that she is his world.
All of a sudden
he held her consequently he had butterflies in his stomach "Oh my god
she is goddess" he said
Her sparkling eyes
rosy cheeks and glossy lips
"is she a dream?"
He asked himself
fortunately
she was his reality?
Her dark black hair
long eye lashes
white glowy skin
what she is made of?
is she an angel
only wings were missing
he felt like eating her up
she looked so tempting
he did not have words to praise her beauty or may be that one word is not made yet to describe her he was challenging angels to come down on the earth and see what beauty looks like...
And the fact was he did not speak to her at all
he was daydreaming and lost her without even initiating
till today he thinks about her
he misses her and his heart gets out of control with her thoughts
He could have made her his universe but he lost her
She became his dream and he never saw her again
Whom to blame? Destiny? Himself? His will? Courage? What?
Most of the things and people we lose just because we fear
if we take a stand and lose thats a different story in his case he was in win-lose situation because he was not sure whether she would say yes or no but he chose lose-lose situation out of fear
It could have been a win-win situation but he lost and He will have to live his life without her.
Be yourself
trust yourself and have faith on yourself if you really want to get something
just sharp your axe time to time in order to gain confidence
be loyal to your desires and dreams and certainly you will win.
.
A SHORT STORY OF FEELINGS
:
The depth of life
The length there of
The depth of a life
The years there of
The depth of your life
The distance from your first wisp of
Earth's worried air of
Life to the finish line of
A life well lived or of
One spent waiting for
A future which may or may not
Hold you in it for
Today is given you to
Make all the difference you can and to
Smell all the flowers you love and to
Love as deeply as your heart can and to
Let laughter break some ribs and to
Let rain drown your tears and to
Give yourself away and to
Leave your worries in yesterday and then
Do the things fear wouldn't let your dreams do then
Say the things that matter most then
Do the things you want done then
Do the things you have to do then
Do the things you love doing then
Give a life a meaning
Find life's meaning
Hidden in love's meaning
And your meaning
Breathing in my meaning
And pick up a book of meanings
To check the short meaning
Of short and find that that's the
Aching distance from the
First intake of air to the
Last release of the same.
.
GREY MATTER
:
Many a dark night
I lay bare on a naked floor
Staring the sky straight in the eye
Longing to see if it has a soul like mine
Hoping a voice will tell me I'll be fine
I hear nothing
I see nothing
Just a black canvas, just a blank page
On nights like those
Not even the stars
Not even the moon
Come out to play
Not even a sign that I'll be okay
I think of how odd I am
How I was drawn a circle
On a canvas painted with square people
Even in a black and white world
I'd still be grey
I long to be lost in a crowd, yet
I ache to be alone, just without the loneliness
On a night like this
My wrists are silent without a pulse
All I hear is the sound of heavy downpour
My skin is dry
The sky isn't crying
It takes a moment for me to realize
It is raining in my soul
As black ink spills from my veins unto white paper
I'm reminded that
Even if I can't see the sun
It still exists at night.
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Sings in love a warm sea,
Hearing the majesty, she sings to me,
Blue is golden and warm on the day,
As my troubles seem to fly away,
No words are needed as I gaze,
Feeling warm and tender with her golden haze,
Gentle the waves flow, back and forth as love and beauty glows,
Reflection of my heart serene the waters show.
She sings with a heavens voice,
Warm waters to be happy is my choice,
Beauty so soft and near,
With a happy tear, sing to me the waters my dear.

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_hazel_12 129w

When she left,
I never did know
that my heart
would miss its soul
and me
my soulmate..

©_hazel_12

45 12 6
_hazel_12 71w

#friendship #life #poetry @athira785 @jaydmarvin @lukeandrews @writersnetwork @shabi_husain

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Did you have to die out
Leaving my constellation incomplete?

©_hazel_12

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_hazel_12 56w

#thoughts #poetry @writersnetwork @jaydmarvin #poetry #thoughts @ovais43 @shabi_husain

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all night i gave you unparalleled support
and at the sight of the breaking dawn
you left
without a vote of thanks.

Love,
Your pillow

©hazel2004

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_hazel_12 56w

DEDICATED TO ALL THE BEAUTIFUL MOTHERS OUT THERE!
HAPPY MOTHERS DAYY!!
#mothersday

@jaydmarvin @maxis_bell @shabi_husain @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @aryaabhipsa

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A Mother's Perfume

A better cologne I have smelled not
of sweat, of toil, of turmoil.
A more expensive one so far invented not
of perseverance, of patience, of love.

A reminiscent of
The tears she shed to stay ahead
The vigour with which she won the war
The endurance that seemed nonchalant
The sufferings behind the triumphant battle.

The nostalgic remains
Of the pain that almost killed her
followed by euphoria at its pinnacle.
Of the challenges that daunted her
followed by the proud victory march.
Of the catastrophies that befell her
followed by her rising from the ash.
Of the cacophony that haunted her
followed by the melody of a nightingale.

A whiff of it enchants
the lionhearted to lambs
A whiff of it prologues
an outburst of tender love.

A whiff of the bottle I then inhale
And I hearken the howl in me.
Desperate and helpless
I push down the echoing wail deep inside.
A wail so naive, so jejune.

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_hazel_12 53w

AN EXCERPT FROM A POEM OF MINE.

Remember her?
Razan al-Najjar was a Palestinian paramedic who was killed by the Israeli Defense Forces while volunteering as a medic during the Gaza border protests on June 1, 2018.

#syria #violence #peace #tolerance @shabi_husain @rashmi_jha @oye_pikachu @harshad09 @harshad09 #poetry #life #mirakee #writersnetwork

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She stepped out into the waiting world
Where lives lay unsheathed
Where wealth lay disowned
Where nestlings lay orphaned
Where lay ruins with blood splattered
A world, scarred by conflict.

©_hazel_12

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