I miss you
My hands misses the touch of its pen, Haven't thought about you for so long now,The thought of how you make me feel,How you ease my pain,The noise I make through my thought,All because I think of you,And put down my thoughts.It's been a while my friend,Since I last wrote a thoughtThat bothers my mind all long.I miss you my dear friend,I so miss my pen on papers.©nifesthoughts
#EndRape!#EndRape!How many times do we have to tell you animals!Don't you have any regrets each day of what you do!I can't do anything to save my kind, but I write to your kind everyday it's so sad!Why can't I walk on the street without being scared?That's Cause I see you there.You pin me down!Your hands over my mouth, no way to breath in air.You become so wild and dangerous I so fear,And like an animal you hurt me harshly!Don't you seeCan't you see, how bad I want this to end?!Look at me! Don't you understand?I hate what you do to me!You irritate me with your acts, and I can't do anything to fight.Which is why I write to you everyday, Hoping that someday, one-day, you'll listen to my voice!And that when you do! You change for good.#tears.©nifesthoughts
I love you. I hate you.
Love that turned hate,The story I should never tell,The love we once shared,The one I'll never dare,Love that became fear,How did it happen dear?!©nifesthoughts
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Let me tell you a story,Of a sad world we live in,It'll be quick,It'll be brief,When I'm done, memorize,Ponder on them, and lend me your thoughts,Ha! Ha! Ha!Don't be scared! I'll tell you that, but really be terrified.For the world we live in is in danger!©nifesthoughts
It's so dark in here,Help me!I'm sinking,I can't breathe.©nifesthoughts
Hey, if I cry just leave me,Don't ask why just go,I know why I'm crying,It's because I'm hurt,Don't tell me to stop,Let the tear drop!©nifesthoughts
When no one wants to hear me out I just write,When they don't care, I care for myself through writings,They think I don't speak the truth, then I'll write till someone does!They think I'm sane well I don't think I am!What I think is,They don't wanna read my writtings cause I speak the truth!I'll keep writing till every words are heard!Till you're remorsed Till you're dead.©Angrythoughts by Nife
I've done thingsSome of which I'm sorry forAnd some, well I don't regretBut yet the sun still shines on meAnd yet again the rain pours on meI'm a sinner who's surely gonna sin againStill I see the day and the night And yes I'm still breathingThis sinner is grateful to him who made all this possible.©nifesthoughts
You my love give me butterflies©nifesthoughts
This may not make sense since I tried writing after long. Nevermind. Stay safe.Edit : Thank you @writersnetwork and @mirakee .
Many a Vir(us)
Sitting on the verandah bench, I searchfor a little chaos, against the backdrop ofa silence, too strange, for a world at warwith peace. The hot tea cup sits besideme, untouched, while I struggle to gulpdown the screams that wish to spill thestories I regret having lived. Few muffledvoices reach my ears and I instinctively'cover my mouth', in an attempt to stopmine, from infecting the air with tragedy,while Nature sings renaissance in herown happy pace.I get up and walk inside. The pale greenwalls seem to suck me in a monotony Ifail to resist. Longing to step out, I try to'tie a mask', but give up when I realizehow much easier it is, to keep one up,without the knots. As a wave of dubietyhits mankind with the rising deaths andthe crashing hopes, the oceans turn apurer shade of blue. With deer on roadand men locked up, Nature, at last,masters the game, we taught her howto play. 'Wash your hands', they hum. I wonder ifthey do the same, everytime they kill adream within a child and a child withina womb. Born in an era of isolation,quarantines don't scare me more thanpeople using candles to reignite theflame of unity. I hope this flame doesn'tburn down a race whose only mantra totreat each other is : "Pull. Break. Push.Regret. Repeat." Honking cars veer intoringing bells, and while the blind lane offaith ends right before the closed shrines,the athiests have the last laugh. "It's a pandemic!", we cry out. The rustlingleaves seem to snicker. Trapped in theconflicts of our own mind, we panic asthe setting sun brings in a night, but nosleep. We vow to find a cure the verynext morning. But can we?For it's, still, the vir(us).©Merusri Mukherjee
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"Come here.. Let me show you, how much I love you" He said while tapping other side of bed. "NO...please, not today.. I'm tired"She request with her pleading eyes.ButTwo hands throw her on bed saying"Baby! You can't say No to me "Meanwhile that day She was raped once again by her husband. Behind the curtains of "HAPPILY MARRIED "©eshaandpen