When
I realized
I'm still breathing
it was too late, to stand
on my feet back again,
the broken pieces of my heart,
which freezes from ages, was bleeding
in his poetries in an appearance of betrayal
I know, now I should stop writing about him, cause
the poetries he named "Me". as the story he wrote
about our love, was. all are in a blazing the paper
by itself. I wish, I could stop myself before,
I lay down in the bed of the grave
with the blanket of soil
and with the regret of
loving "You".
now I'm
"I" not "you".
we're just a chapter
of the past not a future
of the poet and nor the hope
of the reader neither the bliss of
ink
and
of course
darling!!
we are
not a
serenity
of the broken
heart soul in an
appearance of a
poetry.
as
the
moon
hold the right
of giving
peace.
to those
falling stars
of their own
skies.
A
died jasmine
of your garden
blooming in the tears
of herself and screaming
in her an own graveyard with
the rose he planted on
my grave,
it was
feeding
with my tears
and trust me it scream too.
©rumanrulesneverend
rumanrulesneverend
I just want to cry for no reason let the numb wounds ejected from my broken soul
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When I said I want to live in a poet sonnet forever as a metaphor. he was scribbling overnight he made his eyes sleepless and an open eye dream to write a book on me. before I hug the death. the sickness I'm suffering from will soon take me to the grave.
I may bury in a grave and the earth covers me with his peace, but I want to live in his words as a poetry as an inspiration and as an healthy love. so I may breath in afterworld too. I'm not begging for the life I just wanted to breath.
actually, he won't like to pen down his emotions on a paper, he scared cause of, may the ink gives you a life, but if a single drip of water fell down on a paper, it will fade the words as well as the interrelation between the writer and the reader.
the interrelation between a writer, an ink, the paper, and the words are like the moon, the stars and the grey skies. alike the moon is nothing without a gloomy sky as well as a writer is nothing without an ink.
If a writer, writes about heartbreak a reader felt the pain. If a writer, writes about love, a reader kiss the essence of forever. If a writer, writes a stories of fairy tales a reader will imagine themselves in a heaven of promises of trust, through his words.
a writer can make a weak person strong. a writer can give you the wings of freedom. a writer can write the whole world on you. a writer can paint your life with joyful colours or can just leave you in a gloomy birth till death. and a writer can write me as you and you as me. when a writer bleeds with his words, it feel like a falling star, which every anthropoid wish for.
he believes a writer can change the whole universe with his words. and can live with his own imaginative world of fantasy. but still he scared of writing, cause how the flawless words the emotions the love the promises would leave somewhere in this poetries only.
what if it happens? may you live in those poetries, but I can't abide if someone fall for you. I write, you I read you, but only I can paint you with my love. I'll be a writer, but I'll never make a poetry on you, I'll write my heart to you, but I wouldn't name "You".
cause I know whoever reads you they lost themselves in the ocean of your love and those poetries, which I named you. you are mine and I don't want to share you by writing on you. my selfish and selfless love for you never allow me to let others read you.
a writer is a king of his own fantasy. but the love role who plays within those poetries of a writer, a reader falls for.
a writer will die someday, but the ink he bleeds with his heavy heart will never.
©rumanrulesneverend -
Honey!
when you touched my infertile lips
with your rough lips
how blissing moment it's for me,
when you turned the autumn season
of my life in a spring season with your
growing seeds of love every second.
whenever
I found myself lonely
your hazel brown eyes are like
twinkling stars which gives me
a warm feeling of you are my home,
as I'm making a wish from
falling stars to stay forever with me.
when,
I confess my love to you
the glowing face of yours
when you see your image in my eyes
with some shyness that shining smile
of yours like a moon, which taking
away all my gloomy sides, just like
it's raining on barren land after ages.
the love we make
the romance we do
with the kisses of promises,
cuddling of trust,
with the child of understanding,
holding hands like dark has held
the moon forever, staying with
each other like bloom holds the
erotic essence after drying too.
the love we've for each other
will never let us die, may we stop
breathing today if not tomorrow
but your heart always feel the presence.
when you step in my graveyard
with a bunch of red roses and with Itar
and started performing prostration with
shedding tears on my grave those tear
drops absorb the soil, feeding my numb
dead body with those holy drops. and
making me again your worship with
your pure love, my freezing heartbeat
and my captive soul, both are released
cause how strong was your worship which
can bring me back after stepping in the hereafter.
After getting a new life
may you can't touch me
but you can feel me, the deep.
when I heard your heartbeat again,
which whispering my name with
yearning, again I'm dead being dead,
how your inner self was screaming
the wounds, I've given for you which
broken you from inside still your
pretending how strong you're yet feeble.
when my soul touches your soul,
I feel the purity of paradise.
as I'm in the heaven after death
I slay myself for the sake of keeping you alive
©rumanrulesneverend -
He
poured
me a life with
his breathtaking
serene poetries on me,
after
I slept
forever in the
graveyard with the
pinned jasmine in my hairs,
I can sense his exotic love essence
in my afterworld too, which is so unreal
©rumanrulesneverend -
Baby
lemme
write an end
to you then maybe,
I can die without a regret that.
I let my own heart die while breathing you
©rumanrulesneverend -
Honey!
the stars you left on my creamy lips,
while making love pure will never ceases
me to adore the moon, as the grey skies
come with peacefully every night to
keep calm many broken hearts, which
screams all the day by choking the breath
of mine, which I used to breath with your mouth.
Baby!
may, the rain falls as per the season,
but the clouds of you're sky always
made me sob in your love.
maybe, the leaves of trust fall down
on earth as per the season,
but your betrayal buried me in
the hell of my blind adherence on you.
and this seeds of trust will never
gonna grow this tree of trust,
again and this season will never
gonna wish of growing again the old
trusted seeds in next season. well,
how can I break my heart again.
maybe,
the winter season comes
with a hope of bliss, that this cold
weather bring closer to the couples
who haven't spend a quality time
together, lying side by side of their
own bed, still the distance between
them never, let em come closer
just, like plucked rose craves for love,
but the rose never found a true lover,
but the aroma of this bloom can make
you fall in love but with a fear of losing it as well
©rumanrulesneverend -
The only thing we lived is memories.
Baby
did you
recall the nights
we spend together
on the roof. the dream
we lived. and the portrayal
of ours, which we've painted
on the gloomy deep sky with
the colour of love
"RED",
the
one star
which always
so closed to the heart
of the moon, has never left
the moon in her loneliness isn't
we have fallen for them, then why
are we broken up, as if this moon
is no longer belongs to the
darkness
Why weren't strong enough to survive the heartbreak
You
are the
serene of my
gloomy lonely sky
with the graceful, elegant moon
with those infinite twinkling
stars in my grey sky
with never ending
nights of my
heartbreak.
how
the sunshine
turns nightmare for me.
how your love bites on my body
left the deep wound under my skin,
the erotic essence of your breathe
burning my soul, making ashes
of my fragile heart, as if I
betrayal in love,
on you and
left you
without a
goodbye
letter.
I tried to live with you happily, but
your betrayal made me embraced death
Oh
lord!
how
hopeless I'm
yet I lost the battle
of love, since my love was
true for you, but my fate blessed
me with slow death. how can I
bury my body cause, there is still,
your image in my eyes with love
and my heart is still
remains for
you
©rumanrulesneverend -
Baby,
how can,
I write "the end"
of your life,
the stars between
you and me,
they'll never let
us adore the moon,
the loneliness and the dark nights
the skies crave for. how can we bless
em cause we're a bliss of love. how can we
be apart just to own the moon of grey skies.
the butterflies of love in my stomach, the jasmine
in my hairs, the kisses of honey on my lips
when we share it, your heart a full
of love, when we crave for each other
as paradise, I feel you within me
when you think about me,
I breathe you,
when I was in
your arms,
Baby!
I
love you
as, the moon
loves the darkness.
I owe you as my first
and the last breathe,
I live you as if death
hug me without
a regret of dying
soon. cause
I've lived,
seven lives
with you
in just
a limited
period
of my
lifetime.
©rumanrulesneverend -
I died on the day when we get apart, when your breath cease, along with your breath, my psyche also ceases.
may, I found you dying in that road accident still you are uttering my name, in those few seconds of your life and I'm not able to give you a breath, a breath of life.
again, as a main part of your body. I failed as being your heart throbs, along with you my heart stops throbbing cause you make my heart learn, how to feel the essence of love. those last seconds of your life and my name on your lips, which whispering the pain your going through. I wish I could expunge the day. which has taken everything from me even my soul.
how can I forget the black era of my life, 2009 of 15th November. how your first meeting after ages becomes a last meet. still, they have been no hope of being in touch again.
A 5 years of relationship which left only memories behind me, with that precious heart but not alive you. memories are a way to live, a past which makes us stronger or depressed or closed to the death.
a death which we want to hug, but fate never take us close to nor every human are strong enough to kill yourself neither, I can suicide cause the heartbeat, throb in my chest was his own heart.
and I'm not a criminal to kill myself as you, rather I'm tasting every single sip of those nostalgic memories with a numb heart, and I choose to hug a slow death which reminds me of you.
when that stranger asked me to give my love's heart (who died a few hours back) cause his wife suffering from heart disease with the last stage. every word he spoke to me was giving me a fear of hell. those tears rolling down from his cheeks, it was a like fire tears drops burning on my skin, thinking about what if my love's heart, throb in her chest, maybe she falls for those serene heartbeats and I can't afford this who have lost her life just an hour back, how can she let this happen.
I was numb with a frozen heart, shedding tears and my soul was screaming to hug him. I wanted to help em I really want to.
but I'm helpless, I don't want to see again a couple being apart just cause of fate.
cause I know this stranger also dies before the death arrives. but I can't give her heart, which throbs with the name of mine.
here i was killing my humanity with my own hands. what if I give her a heart, which I own with the bliss of lord, the fear of giving the heart of my love to his wife this guilt never lemme die with peace.
I'm selfish. I won't lie, I'm.
how can I be so heartless when the aroma of your breath is still, present in my breath, I was breathing you. then how can I separate myself from you.
Hey! stranger, I offer you my own heart rather giving my love's heart. then let my lover heart throb in my chest. with no guilt.
How can I let my heart die?
I was living as well, I'm dead. I'm just a dead body with that precious heart. will who gets a good life by snatching my breathing from me.
How can I let your lungs suffer with the choke?
I wish I could share my breathing with you as long as I've a life.
How can I let your heart throb, throb in someone else's chest?
I'm not an angel,
I'm a part of your dead body, where you left your alive heart for me.
How can I let go the heart, which gives me a life?
I can't. Never
How can I give your heart for someone to save their life?
I can't. but I'll give her my own heart and
I'll keep my beloved heart in my chest.
How can I sell your heart, which is my only home.
I know, may your heart give life to someone else but what about me?
Lemme breath you.
let your heart throb in my chest till my last breath.
Yes, I'm selfish, when it comes to you.
Yes, I lost my humanity, when it comes to you.
shh! didn't knock the door of my loneliness
me and my heart were busy making the things normal around my body and his heart.
©rumanrulesneverend -
Your
kisses
thaw on my lips
as love taking us in
the heaven of forever
and when I placed my head
on your chest, those serene heartthrob
of yours, which made me blush with the
bliss of my name, which your heart utters each
second and the love your lungs breath
©rumanrulesneverend
-
potatoo 1w
During the new moon-
You're to me
What the sun is to the nights,
a momentary sinful dream
amidst the wrong and right
During the quarter-
Half of me is illuminated,
Half of me is shadowy
For I find a part of me in you,
I wait for you to complete me.
During the full moon-
I Am to you,
The moon and the stars in abundance
that waits for your sight, every night,
to heal itself to resplendence.
©Potatoo
#writersnetwork #wod #moon
@writersnetwork @mirakee
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All the people having a bad day out there:) -
If the moon is brighter than the other nights, probably today was the darkest day for you But always remember, the night passes and someday the sun will come up. Hope all you guys would see that sun sometime, shining just for you :)©potatoo
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go_win_the_hearts 1w
#moon #wod #social_g
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In an illuminated night
he met his moon,
in her terrace.
The moon was gleaming.
Quothed the lover,
''Two moons this night!
Theirs is broken in the sky,
mine is in my arms,
is most beautiful.
Theirs is shining for earth,
mine is elating my heart."
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Patches of clouds
played hide and seek
and the love birds loitered
hand in hand, in the Silver Valley.
Uncountable kisses
drew the lover on her face.
Warmth was the meet,
quite intoxicated were the couple
in weaving the nest of dream.
Quothed the maiden,
"Witness is the full moon,
would you dye my life
stealing hue from the luminosity of moon!"
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Half asleep was the earth
but, few eyes were watchful.
There met the pair
unaware, unnoticed.
The little story searching a way
to meet the bay.
Innocent was the tale
in half sunken night.
Quothed a foe
ambushing beneath a bush,
"How dare he!
Son of a bitch!!
being a drawf how could he stretch for moon!"
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In a night as dark as hell
met the duo usual,
unaware, unnoticed.
A conspiracy had made before they met.
Edge of the sword was whetted
to drink fresh blood and gore.
Giggled the foes
and quothed,
"Bastard, died a horrendous death!
Leave the corpse for wolves of jungle
before the dawn."
A sacrifice was offered for the sake of honour
in a night of inauspicious New Moon!
©️govind_
1st March, 2021
@writersnetwork @mirakee
Picture credit: Printrest.Death of a Lover!
©go_win_the_hearts
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_anaan__ 1w
My lips quiver while my
mind pushes them to sing
a song about the friend
I lost because I wasn't
what I should have been
©_anaan__ -
inked_selenophile 1w
A selenophile can relate this
To hide my scars, I selected to be in the dark, but later I found the moon that shines with its scars.
Phases Of Moon -
New moon day -
The heartbeat of my soul heard the new beginnings on the new moon day.
With its new outset, the moon knocked on my door and confessed "against all the melancholy, he will softly stitch love."
Waxing Crescent Moon -
To the lost shine of my soul
I found the light, and I started breathing its glow.
With half of its gleam, the moon as assured sprinkled half of its shine on me.
1st Quarter Moon-
To keep me in his protection, the moon remained half and shared half of its light with me.
These days, the moon with half a blend of darkness made stars twinkle brighter only to let me believe that I am in full shine.
Waxing Gibbous Moon -
As I was addicted to his light, the moon expanded his shine more widely.
In these days I found a way out of the darkness and started swirling hope of glory.
Full- Moon Day -
Watching my positiveness, the moon cherished and bloomed fully.
As the shine of the full moon passed through me, I flourished like the full moon with the zeal of scars.
©inked_selenophile
@writersnetwork thank you for the like and editor's choice
#mooniemarch
#moon.
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squared 1w
@_anaan__
I wrote this after you.
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
#alliteration
#wod
//writersnetwork-7^Garcis!❤️//.
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fromwitchpen 1w
©fromwitchpen
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Nadaaniya kya bemisaal karta hai.
Chand to mang liya,
Magar andhere se vo darta hai.
©blurryface__14 -
laus_deo 1w
A magic disaster rose
from a cloven head
fully grown into a grey
eyed welkin beauty
in full armour holding
a golden satiny spear
who fearlessly announced
her arrival with a
thunderous war-cry.
The defender of cities and
the patron goddess of Athens,
Athena flashes the glimmer
of one thousand chandeliers,
sunset apocalypse drips from
forehead when her cocoa
tanned hair sways in
crimson tainted battlefields.
Ribcage closet to a relentless
heart, lush villas of wisdom
dwells in her soul, the sea was
moved and tossed with dark
waves when she sprang
forth an olive tree, symbol
of peace and prosperity.
©laus_deoATHENA
The ancient Greek goddess associated with
wisdom, handicraft, and warfare. -
_create_23 1w
THE UNREAL PLATITUDE
Why is she with everyone trapped in shadows?
Shadows, darkness, dusk turned into a platitude
Platitude like the moon in a poet's diary
Diary which holds the hungry verses for fame
Fame which survives under illumination
Illumination through thousands of compliments pretending as hope
Hope, the poison she drank besides her folded pages
Pages with the spilled ink of hatred, red
Red, acting as hatred with self, not the platitude of love
Love, is that light?
Light which holds peace, for which she wants to break the rusted fake smiles
Smiles, is that light?
Light where they can see through you or it isn't, is it a curtain blinding you instead,
Instead, move your eyes to the hidden page of the same diary
Diary which says she has never met darkness
Darkness, was that really a platitude?
Platitude under the real veiled platitude of light
Light had met her, she just refused to see
See that life offers the platitude of light, unlike the stanzas in her diary
Diary which spews revenge which does not exist
©_create_23
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I don't know how many of you will agree to this but sometimes, we as humans in order in dive into ourselves, we start picking up on the darkness which hardly exists for us. We dig deeper to find the non-existent pain.
Unknowingly, we form the "us" that we aren't. Before it's too late, here's a reminder for those searching for darkness that doesn't exist.
Platitude: A remark or statement, especially one with a moral content, that has been used too often to be interesting or thoughtful. [ Similar word- cliché ]
#chainverse
Bg credits-ME!
@writersnetwork Why are you like weather forecast? PREDICTABLY UNPREDICTABLE! Thank you so much ❤️©_create_23
