Just another amateur writer & poet
it's as if we have always been this waydwelling into foreign feelings thinking our own,calling out for sonnetslike words in a verse with no meaning to call their ownbut with all the noise, strangely there's nobody else around and all you seeis the air in search of someone else,and all I see is you gasping for life like a flower inside the notebook she keepsalmost as poeticlike the ship that sails into the storm,deep into the shallow waterswith a sea sick crewand I think to myself when I was deafI heard the curtain shades spoke of me,it was youor was is it the room we used to swim inwho painted the tears white ? ~a~a
death is everything we hope our lives to be : small piece of pie, left forgotten in this bakery of love, what are we but little mice living off the crumbs of a pie that is rotten~a~
People be announcing their personal grudge for someone, online and generating hate towards them..then,they be pretentiously preaching about how you should be kind, helpful, understanding, attentive of mental health, sweet etc etc..why so hypocrite, child ?
मिट्टी का शरीर है : एक दिन मिट्टी में ही मिल जाना है ।बचेगी सिर्फ मिट्टी ही : उससे फिर एक इंसान बन जाना है ।।ना मौत को कुछ खोना है : ना मौत से कुछ पाना है । खेल तो ज़िन्दगी का है : इंसानियत को क्यों दाव पर लगाना हैं ।।~अखिल
metaphorically speaking,are we what we think we are or are we just a few blanks on an inked pagecoursing around with some meaning in an un-parenthetical worldtrying to make sense of every phraseevery comma, every fullstop. every semicolon ; only to find our existence as a paleolithic being looking for a hypothetical cure to this clinically diagnosed appearance begetting the hatred that whichconspires on our lifeless body,are we really looking or are we just lost ?like faded mourning breaths in the greatest orchestral performance of ironical wisdom,polishing grief,spirituality, scientology filling the blanks with dilemma,are we sure we are alive or are we just another leaf left alone to see the tree grow. ~a.bhardwaj~
China will pay but only if every Indian Citizen will make them.
बात सिर्फ इतनी सी है,कि रोना हर मौत पर चाहिए रोना ज़रूरी है ।पर जो वीरगति को प्राप्त हो गए लड़कर जंग हमारी,उनकी जान के लिए सिर्फ रोना ही नहीं आक्रोश भी जरूरी है । ~एक.भारतीय.नागरिक
i can't write anymore it doesn't feel right, like it used to before. about all the love and heartbreaks..tearing skirt of girls underage,i can't write about it anymore like i used to before.the nature of rape the build of a case i don't write loopsi can't make sectional sentences rhyme anymore..for now, much like beforei am not part of your garam masala,फलानी लड़की का gameफलाने लड़के ने बजा डाला । homo me for the phobia is still a trend,the gender you place them is stillआधा-आधा,हिजड़ा साला...i can't write about that anymore,for words wasted can imprison the build of a rebellion,much like before. hcl is still the trendy foundationgifted by the heartbroken.oh yeah!i don't write about that anymore,for visual are more expressiveand there's much of that to be found. milky, silky, spooky, freaky,I am what you think of me,into the worn out shoes dawdling the chores of blood sing oh me, you too! for you, me and we are so richly diversified on language and caste..मेरी जात, तेरी औकात ।i don't write about that anymoreit feels much less important,vaginal fluid dripping on the floortying neck knot of hopes splashing love on inked notes rhyming dilema like choresthis is what becomes of me, you & we. for now crime is consensual life is forbidden now truth is diabolical ergo all is forgiven ;~a.bhardwaj~
It might be confusing but give it 2-3 read you'll figure it out.
"watching it all through the eyes of you i see the diabolical pleasures of life passing me by on the screen, it feels like I've always been blind..." said the figure in serenity holding a dead infant. ~a
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Soaked my inkIn the jar ofEmotions & Sentiments.In a wayThat My words started resonating,In your heart,A reverberation to brain.©anuaanvii_aaa
Her existence resonated my empty halls of solitude.I swayed unknowingly.©the_neverlander
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My four chambered organ ' resonates 'withThe rhythm of your ticker,Creating a symphony in accordanceWith the gaiety poetic waltzOf everlasting intimacy of souls.©geraldine_kumar
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What Is LOVE?
Love is un explainable. A crazy feeling that makes you happy, makes you smile but sometimes love is cruel it makes you blind, it destroy you, a pain that even a medicine can't even ease the pain. My teacher once said "when you love you have to accept the consequences".©novel_raj
Because your memories comfort me in a way you never could.©lakshsinghal
No. I'm not an open book.My book contains many untold secrets.If you wish to unlock it, you might be startled.Surely you are gonna tear some pages apart.And it will hauntingly hurt. You as well as me. Yes. It will.©themidnightmistakes
Till the time I realized I had broken down while talking to my loveI happened to knowthere was no one onthe other side of the phone.©lakshsinghal
I thought we took an oath.To love each other like there's no tomorrowAnd to be together till death do us part.You didn't just break 'em both,You broke something else which won't be alive ever againNo, it's not my heart. It's yours.©lakshsinghal
I meant to make my heart a pillow for your head.But, you made it a battlefield of tears instead.©lakshsinghal