My story is different ..my life is difficult.But I tread this path slowly so please don’t be critical !!
The best of friends and worst of enemies are both remembered !!©wandering_
#infused @miraake @writersbay @writersnetwork
Doused in fire Infused in her flames I spread fragrance of thee My sorrows leave an indelible print on heart In a matter of minutes she sets me free Terrified burnt and charred Hated aghast like a Holocaust I embrace my journey with sheInfused in flames like a coal from wood She blissfully warms her soul in my eternal death Firefly I call her For I am the soul she embraces Infused incense of soul Filling every corner of her heart I plan my journey of frivolity One day alas I shall have my dreamFirefly she races to kill thee For I douse my self in flames for her smile Infused reluctance I call my loveEternity has another name may be !!
इस शहर मैं धुँआ क्या हैइस दर्द ए दिल की दवा क्या हैआसमाँ मैं लाखों तारें हैं लेकिनइस चाँद की जगह क्या हैटिमटाते ओस की बुंदों की चकोर की चाँदनी की शुभा क्या हैइस शहर को हुआ क्या हैइस दिल के दर्द की दवा क्या हैमरहम की तरह लगती है गालीआज कुछ ना कहने की सदा क्या हैनया पुराना एक है अबतुम मैं और तुम अब बचा क्या हैसितम कर लो सब अब मुझ पर मेरे हमदमशीरिन और राँझे की कहानी मैं अब बचा क्या हैइस शहर को हुआ क्या हैज़िंदगी एक जुआ बन गयी हैदर्द ए दिल की दवा क्या है। ©wandering_
The foggy new year morning wishes you a pleasant new year ahead !! ©wandering_
@justanotherthought @miraake @writersbay @writersnetwork @writerspen
Rustling maple leaf said to mePick me up and smell theeFor I have been dying for long on this curb You haven’t seen my full colours nerdPick me up will you silly I am what philosophy of life you search on the web For I have been through the stars and eve dated an elf For I had colours that made the world envy My beauty adorned the stamps and flags of the countries Beatles of the world bleated on my branches Lovers sang and priests sang hymns below my tranches But Now I am lying worthless unpaused and unpraisedStraying and swaying among your cobbled shoes I am your celeb of the branches Circle of life has shown me true colours That colours only fade through their permanence For what matters is what remain on tree and and lies on the testaments !! ©wandering_
World through my glasses
The best of books are often found in dirtiest corners of the library. Not because they are worthless but because it’s difficult to understand. The story is same with humans . The best of people are often found worthless ,lonely ,taunted and oppressed . Like the dry leaf in the spring season they watch the world whine about the melancholy of life while they search inside them often futile what wrong they did .Standing still on the curb in midnight they can be seen pondering to hide in its own shell often . That’s why most of the geniuses die a worthless unknown death only to be discovered after many years about their real talent and misery they went through. So never underestimate your own value and never change for the world . Alone today when you ponder on that bench give yourselves pep talk . Talk to that fellow in you and tell him that you love him and give him a warm hug because you are truely Jem that hasn’t found a consionner yet !! ©wandering_
Wrinkles in your scarf reminds me of our beautiful past !!©wandering_
#cagedc @writersbay @miraake @writerspen @writerssoul @englishpoems
Whiff of air and rustling of leaves I carry the pain of my banishment Inside my cage thee My wings flutter now and then to adorn the sky I wave at all my friends and foe who pass by Bleeding and hurt to soul I cry myself to sleep Why do I have plenty to die Yes I am banished for life May be a curse from my earlier wife I am jailed without any crime With no partner kith and kins I am what you call Guantanamo bay life One day I believe though When I shall die My soul isn’t imprisoned And I shall fly Far and wide into the sand and glory For that shall be my final lullaby As I finally sleep in all my glory !! ©wandering_
Hint of romance Few heartbreaks And lot of struggles This sums up my life From ash to rumble !!©wandering_
Write a letter/poem/song from the perspective of a caged bird.Maybe, we can all feel what a caged bird does, because aren't we caged in our own minds sometimes? Sing the melody of a bird behind golden bars.Tag and share with #cagedc"Birds born in cages think, freedom is a crime."
सुनों न,हकीकतों में यूं ना वक्त ज़ाया करो,मिलना ही है ना, तुम ख़्वाबों में ही रोज़ मिल जाया करो...©rani_shri
First you asked me to be myselfNow you judge me for who I am©junestars
Here's a list of six things: pen, mirror, oranges, umbrella, chair, scissors.Come up with a story or poem using all these words.Tag your posts with #pen and share.Give a title to your post and mention it in comments below.
Come up with a story or poem using all these words.