:')
My strong arms couldn't stop the world from falling
i couldn't save our relation as it crumbled to dust
under the pressure of the society
i couldn't shield it with my body
i couldn't bear the storm caused by the debate of our ages
couldn't help it, but get blown to bits by our castes
i sometimes cant help but wonder, what if it was Hercules or Spartacus
or any other demi-god, would they too have had to fold up?
in front of the society, or would they have had the power to hold up?
the power to change the unwritten rules, the power to make people bend to your will
the power to protect whats yours, no matter come what may
i want to hold that power, those words, that sway
so that next time, there's no Romeo and Juliet
or stories worse off, like ours
and love blooms happily, without being shy..
©sun_writer
sun_writer
Formerly, a_discursive_writer/mr_cheesy
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sun_writer 1w
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sun_writer 2w
My muse
I have lost my muse
Life now, is just a ruse
My pen doesn't write no more
I try to force it, but all it does is refuse
Thoughts don't come to me
My paper remains blank
Ink dries on the nib, turning black
My words hold no more weight
Even my rhymes feel damp
Everything I write, ends up in the bin
Or is thrown out in flames
Without her,even my lips are dry
Can't spit anything good, even when I am high
Her smile, her eyes, her pretty self
Which used to reflect in my poetry
Is all but gone now, now only a memory
Maybe one day my pen will flow again without forcing it
Maybe one day I will speak again, without a sigh
Maybe one day, I would meet her and everything will be alright..
Maybe..
©sun_writer -
sun_writer 4w
In these dreary nights of lonely winters
My heart shivers as my soul wanders
My body freezes up, cold as ice
Because now, I lack your light
I am without your warmth
Without your love
All alone, in a place surrounded by people
Because even your shadow isn't here
I pass the days somehow feeling your presence near
But the nights are hard to get by,
When the thoughts flood in
Crawling under my skin, making me anxious
Thinking about where are you now, how might you be
Would you still remember me tomorrow
Or even think of me?
These thoughts eat me up like maggots
And all I am left with is a shivering heart and a wandering soul.
Waiting for you to come back, and make me whole..
©sun_writer -
sun_writer 5w
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हर्फ़ दर हर्फ़ में लीखता रहा दास्तान अपनी बर्बादी की
हर्फ़ दर हर्फ़ नाम तेरा बनता चला गया
उकेर उकेर के हाथो पर खुद के जो लकीरे बनायीं थी
तुझसे मिलने को, वो खुद बा खुद फीकी पड़ गयी
राह उतनी लम्बी नहीं थी तुझ तक पहुँचने की
लेकिन अचानक से जिंदगी ही छोटी पड़ गयी
तुझे देख कर लेता रहा था जो में सांस अब तक
अब वो भी उखडने लगी है,जैसे रूठ गयी हो मुझसे
वो भी तेरी तरह मुझसे बिछड़ने लगी है
हाँ अब भी कभी कभी तस्वीर लेके बेठ जाता हूँ तेरी हाथ में
लेकिन अब तो वो तस्वीर भी पूरानी होने लगी है
रंग उतर गए है तेरे चेहरे से,तेरी हंसी भी दबने लगी है
हाँ थक गए है मेरे हाथ आंसू पोछते पोछते अपने
मेरे गाल भीगे ही रहते है , बारिश कुछ ख़ास पसंद नहीं थी मुझे
पर अब मेरे कपडे भीगे ही रहते है
कहने को तुझसे दूर हो तो गया हूँ में
लेकिन मेरे ख्याल, आज भी तुझसे उलझे ही रहते है
क्या करू, की तू सताना छोड़ दे मुझे
माथा टेकु मज़ार पर, या गिरजाघर में मोमबत्ती जलाऊ?
मंदिर जाके हाथ जोडू?या झाड़ फंक करवाऊं?
तंग आगया हूँ इस जुस्तजू से, जिससे लोग ज़िन्दगी कहते है
नजाने लोग कैसे अपनी मोहबत्त से बिछड़ के भी जिन्दा रहते है
©sun_writer -
sun_writer 5w
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Kya toot k chaha hai kisi ko kabhi?
Itna, ki toote to kirche bhi na mile?
Humne chaha tha kisi ko
Aaj tak pal pal apne tukde dhundhte hai
Jo koi mil bhi jata hai, to usme wahi dikhta hai
Ab lagta hai, khud ko jod bhi lia, to tasveer uski hi banegi..
Khuda kare, ki ho mohabbat kisi ko
To Pehle dharm, zaat, umra sab ek ho
Kyuki ek bhi alag ho naa..
To mohabbat dhari ki dhari reh jati hai..
©sun_writer -
Karni hai dua uski khushguzar ki
Koi pata do kisi masjid ka
Karni hai mang, uski lambi umar ki
Koi pata do kisi mandir ka
Karni hai darkhwast ek, uski haseen surat ki
Koi pata do kisi Mazar ka
Mangna hai mannat ek, uski hansi yu hi bani rahe
Koi pata do kisi siddh sthan ka
Karni hai har dua, arzu ussi k liye
Jo bina chaadar, bina paise, bina nariyal
Liye karta ho kaam, mujhe pata do aise kisi bhagwan ka..
Jo sunta ho dil ki ardaas, na ki sikko ki khanak
Mujhe pata do aise fakir, aise peer ka
Jo samjhe dard ko, jo jaane musibate
Na puchhe dharam na puche zaat
Kare apne bashindo par vishwas..
Koi aisa dharam bhi to karo ijaad
©sun_writer -
sun_writer 7w
Saw a post by someone on insta, saying..
If you don't lose to yourself, then victory is a surety.
I think the more proper version of it would be, if you don't lose to society, family, relatives, and their expectations and taunts.. Then victory is a surety.. Because as the ones who're supposed to support you, they're the biggest crabs, pulling you down at the most unexpected times.. Be a bigger crab and hold onto the bucket for dear life, till you climb out..
PC-pinterestCrabs in a bucket
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sun_writer 7w
Will continue this with reference to relatives and such superficial relationships, later..
Man is a social "ANIMAL"
We've all heard this at one point or another
Man is a social Animal
Well rightly said.. Man is just an animal
Living for the validation of the society
Tied to a leash of social norms
Barking when expected to
And suffocating it inside when not
Curbing the inner wild desires
And becoming a tame beast
For the fear of getting shot
Unleashing the beast within
When noones watching
Wagging his tail when there's an audience
Gulping down his anger when the other person is a mighty lion
And preying on the weak rabbits, and does
Happy when he gets a treat
And growling when things don't go his way
Man is just an animal.
A tame dog maybe, maybe a sly cat
Able to transform into a fierce jackal
At the turn of a hat..
©sun_writer -
sun_writer 7w
Found this one finally.. Wrote this when chotti was about to go..
I had thought of writing one on you in the past
Delayed it coz.. I Didn't think that this day would come this fast
I have been here 77 weeks plus, and yet had noone to really talk to
Noone who would claim first or second on my posts
Encourage me, and give me a lot of reposts
Write such things that made me wanna keep writing
Talk smack in front of me, yet admire me behind my back
Making memes on literally anything.. You really had a funny knack
Making us laugh, getting washed by the witch
You even almost got made into a potion
Lucky you didn't, It would've been a real big explosion
Because inside the naive innocent sweet girl
You're hella strong.. Courageous and kind
Always taking your voice up for the ones in a bind
You've become a good friend, a little sister to me
known to all as a memester, an amazingly beautiful writer
You made me wanna visit mirakee.. Made my words flow lighter
To the little girl, that made me a CA before i even became one
Best of luck for everything.. Go a star, and come back a shining sun ☀
Here's something from the witch too
Tere sang bitaye wo pal mujhe bht yad aynge
Wo logon ko preshan krke chup jana
Or phr y sochna k yar ab sorry bol k dil saf krle
Tu logon k chehry p muskurahat lanay ka jadu janti h
Tu wo insan h k jise m n rat k andhere m dhoond nikala
Magar tu n us andhere ko roshan krdia
Teri masoomyat teri shararton m chupi ek phool ki trha mehekti h
Js din tjhse mili or aj tk srf itna kehna chahongi
"Faqat kch pal to bitay tere sang
Magar wo kch pal zindagi k khubsurat lamhay bn gy"
You are that unrevealed gift in my life which is most precious to me even without being revealed.
Thank you so much for always being here for making me laugh for being such a sweetheart.
Esi hi hnsti reh khush reh muskurati reh.
Loads of love ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
©a_discursive_writer
@hap_pea_ness
@fromwitchpenChotti ♥
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sun_writer 9w
Followers and witch ka bday.. I know bht late hgya hu.. But well.. Circumstances!
A very happy birthday witch!!
@fromwitchpenHappy birthday ♀️
To the incredible witch, who is there for everyone
Casting her magic words
Chanting the forbidden spells
Her cute self, in all our hearts dwells
Flying on her broom she sprinkles fairy dust
Not letting my words stop, not letting my nib rust
Throwing potions around
Curing my dull lips
And making them smile
Orr writing some deep shit
And making me cry, till we I go senile
I am lucky to have known you
Lucky to be your friend
Wish you a very happy birthday witch
Hope your smile lasts till your life's end
©sun_writer
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kin_jo 2w
Let me tell you a story
Of one broken bowl
Now two half empty bowls
Trying to absorb
D E S O L A T I O N
with whatever they can
Let me tell you a story
Of A dying heart
With four dark rooms
Filled with
D I S T O R T E D
Mirage of broken promises
Let me tell you a story
Of an unkempt room
Fragmented memories lingered
Framed upon the fading walls
E C H O E S
out the shards of shattered dreams
Let me tell you a story
Of a poet in love
Love Concealed in vaque poems
Lay airless, like orphans, forlorn
L A C K I N G
the author, unburied and unbound.
@kini
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Thank you for the ❤️ @writersnetwork #pod
I scribbled after longThat day when you left
the sweet kisses you once planted on my body, turned into scars, a faded memory.
©kin_jo -
shrutitripathi 4w
Be responsible when you love. You've to take care of everyone around. You are exceptional, because you're the one who's loving. I wish, everyone who love gets love back. Unfortunately, they're expected to be more responsible and just love. Mom, so you'll never love me? Just because you made me a responsible child, I live with shoulders down enough under burden. And my eyes are swollen from years. Where are my tears mom? Why my eyes are dry? Can't I cry sometimes for being your adorable, responsible child who didn't get the required love? I see, love is the home of both smiles and tears. I see, I'm homeless. Mom, you should have loved me in daytime too and not just at nights. My nights were cold enough, they still are cold. I couldn't feel the warmth, mom, I can't hate you even. I love you mom, because that's what the one with responsibilities is meant to do. See, I've two faces : one loving all,
the other crying for the love call.
-Shruti, loving.Unsaid - part 1
©shrutitripathi
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kin_jo 6w
Words!
All my life I've looked at words as though squeezed out little inkdrops of my chafing heart. Letter by letter, unveiling my fragmented thoughts, clawed and united to form words. They are my voice to my impulsive mind. Capturing my feelings and intensity all in a line.The interplay of words and rhythm , of verses and poesy gives life to my ethereal imagination.
Even on my loneliest day, the little words scrawls all over the dull paper accompanying me with sheer grace Like moonlight splattered over my barren floor, Illuminating me with iridescent light.
On days I'm broken, they shine on my broken melody like beheaded tulips glistens under rain.
The squeezed out inkdrops looks perfect like a sage even when they are spewed out with tongue of flames , like burning tongs. They escape my mind like soap bubbles fluttering with the wind, giving a face to my unreal dreams.
Words are My armies, My heroes, My front line soldiers, My tiny pawns strongly ranged to guard my Kingdom of darkness.
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Thanks for the ❤️ @writersnetwork #Pod #readthisj
#writingcontest #creativearena©kin_jo
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nero1million 67w
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inked_selenophile 10w
#brumousc
#writersbay
@sunenasharma @fromwitchpen @khanjaseera @rumanrulesneverend @love_whispererr
Pc to rightful owner
#ReadthisJ.
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kin_jo 13w
Writing for my brother in the light of how he was one of a kind. Collab with my sisters @colourfulgreys and @sunenasharma
Your kind nature, a very gracious heart
Your bliss conceals our pain bearing part
Your constant uplifting spree, to subside the cloud and fog
clustering in our mind
Your silliest efforts to restore our natural kind
A brother, a friend, a person with brilliant mind
A state of ephiphany, you redefined
Though the tale is now lost
under the perpetual labyrinth of time
Yet, your words now supplants, showering us with light.
Like kaleidoscopic rainbows cascading the sky
Thanks to your memories, I now, live in thy.
@kin_jo
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Few lines of his poem 'goodbye old friend'
Goodbye old friend
It's time for me to go
But our story won't end
As I get back on the road
You'll hold onto your place
Is what you say is my heart
I'll build a memory palace
Where we will never fall apart
@kehta_hai_joker
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For other parts please check #writer_bro_joker
Words in bg are his.
My brother, love you loads.
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Don't you ever feel lonely
Even if the stars around you disappears
Because I am going to be by your side
Until my last tiny breathe inside
©kin_jo -
kin_jo 13w
HOPE
Self-doubt which you once harvested is now out of control.
He sticks inside you like a leech
Sucking your blood, surviving on your fragile thoughts.
Feeding off on the remnants of your sanity.
Crippling you down everytime you try to rise up
But, like beneath the dark clouds lies the silver lining,
Behind every gloomy dark day, lies the unsolicited rays of the sun,
Behind every despair,
I, the Hope too prevails.
I know how ugly he makes you feel
Despite, you being so bright.
He blinds you, obscuring your vision, from any kind of sun.
But peel off the scab your mind is surrounded with,
Fight back!
Scoop to the bottom of the ocean,
Get rid of the extra layers until you reach the dried rusk,
Revive a new beginning, a new day.
Exactly how after every rainy day, we say, this too shall pass, with the shining sun.
Let the seed of Me sprout, let Me blossom into a beautiful flower.
Be resilient, cope up, do not let the parasites of my step-brother despair, in any of its forms win and take you to the rope
I know I do fail you many times and makes you look like a stranger in a fools' paradise but hold onto me tightly,
I will shine when everything, everyone else, fails you.
Even a small firefly, a tiny light in the dark
Will remind you of me.
I am present in every nook and every cranny.
Your healing hand when your wings are broken,
Your star, your neon light in the dark, your rain, your sunshine.
All you'll need is a vision to see me.
Be resilient. Be you.
Let me reside inside happy you.
The year 2020 brought us many reasons to whine about. Lost some dear ones and made us realise about our weak self.
But we still hope for 2021.
we are still here fighting with our strength to fight against all the odds.
That is exactly what I am...a HOPE
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#writersbay #writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #daadigotyourback #genuine_readers
@drag_on thank you
#readthisj @sunenasharma @the_speccy_outsider
Joker❤️Ironically Despair cannot exist without HOPE
©kin_jo -
आज रात भर सोया नहीं।
घडी देखा तो 5:30 हुए थे।
सोचा सालों से उगता हुआ सूरज नहीं देखा है। आज देख लूँ।
छत पर गया तो सूरज आधा निकला था।
नारंगी।
बिलकुल उसी शेप में जैसा तुम अपने सीनरी में बनाती थीं।
पहाड़ों के बीच से उगता हुआ।
और वी के आकार वाली चिड़िया को देखते ही
मैं तुम्हें छेड़ने लगता था।
और तुम्हारा मेरे छेड़ने बाद गुस्सा। ओफ्फो!
कितने पन्ने तुमने यूँ ही डस्टबिन के हवाले कर दिए थे।
अक्टूबर ख़तम ही है लगभग।
अब तो तुम्हारे उधर ठण्ड भी पड़ने लगी होगी।
रुमाल रखना स्टार्ट किया? या फिर अभी भी मेरी शर्ट ढूंढती हो?
वो कोचिंग बाद पार्क में बैठ घंटों बातें करना इस मौसम में आज भी मिस करता हूँ।
तुम्हारा मेरे आवाज़ से ज़्यादा सोनू निगम और शान के गानों पर मुस्काना
बिलकुल अच्छा नहीं लगता मुझे।
पर तुम्हारी स्माइल के लिए इतनी क़ुर्बानी दी जा सकती है।
तुम हिंदी फिल्म की हीरोइन की तरह नहीं थी।
बर्फ में लाल साड़ी पहन के गाना गाने का शौक मुझे तो नहीं लगता तुम्हें था कभी।
पर हाँ, तुम्हारा मिलते ही ठंडा हाथ गालों पर मेरे लगा के परेशान करना
किसी रोमांटिक गाने से कम नहीं था।
ड्रेसिंग सेंस तो काफी सिंपल।
मेकअप के नाम पर एक बिंदी। और कभी बहुत मन हुआ तो लिपस्टिक।
पर इन सब से ज़्यादा तुम्हारा खुले बाल करके मेरे तरफ बढ़ते ही
घंटी बजने लगती थीं।
संगीत की समझ भले ना हो
पर बोर होने पर जब टेबल पर तुम्हारी उँगलियाँ थिरकती थीं
तो अपने आप कोई ना कोई धुन बन जाती थी।
भले किसी काम में मन ना लगता हो पर
तुम्हें चाय बनाते हुए देखने का सुकून
अलग ही था।
खैर! ठण्ड क़रीब आ रही है तो इस सीजन की पहले मूंगफली लायी है।
तुम्हारी फेवरेट। हरी चटनी नहीं है। काला नमक दिया है।
हाँ पता मुझे तुम्हें नमक से ज़्यादा नहीं पसंद।
मौसम हर रोज़ बदल रहा है। कभी ठंडी। कभी गर्मी।
पंखा 3 पर रहेगा या 4 पर लड़ने के लिए तुम भी नहीं हो।
तुम्हारी आवाज़ सुने भी काफी अरसा हुआ है।
कितनी नज़ाक़त थी। मुझे बातें सुनना नहीं पसंद।
पर तुम बोलती तो लगता बोलते ही जाओ।
अच्छा हुआ तुम मास्टरनी नहीं हो।
वरना सबसे शरारती बच्चे को डांटने पर बुरा ही नहीं लगता।
'सुनिए, आप आज फलाने सब्जेक्ट का होमवर्क करके क्यों नहीं आए'
या फिर
'आपने श्रीमान से लड़ाई क्यों की'
लइके सोचते कल एक दो को और कूट देंगे।
मैडम कम से कम डाँटेंगी तो।
अच्छा सुनो! इस बार आते टाइम एक स्वेटर लेती आना।
खरीद कर नहीं। वो तो अभी बिग बिलियन डे से ही ले लेते खरीदना होता तो।
बुन कर। पुराना वाला ढीला हो गया है यू नो।
तुम्हारे मोटापे वाले तानों बाद जिम ज्वाइन कर लिया था।
आज रात फिर नहीं आयी नींद। लगता है फिर सीनरी वाला सूरज देखूंगा।
लगे हाथ चाय भी बना लूंगा।
पर तुम्हारे हाथ की बनी हुई पीने को मन होता है।
चाय चढ़ा दी है। नाश्ता भी लगभग तैयार है।
जल्दी आना।
और स्वेटर भी लिए आना।
अकेले चाय पीने से मन दुखता है।
©आदित्य -
What hurts most...
The memories?
The broken promises?
No.
Being forgotten, to
not be remembered at
all, is what hurts the
most.
©she_trouble_maker
