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Feeling helpless about my existence - with thousands of other teenagers.
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Who feel the same :)
-Gaurvi
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I dont know who wants to hear this but
Its ok.
Happens!
Life hai..
It sucks :)
-Gaurvi
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4w
Read More(Sun watches me doing the things
Moon know all my secrets)
Like the two poles
Like love and fear
One brightens fading the other.☀️��
~Gaurvi
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Drawing in the bg : by me!
/Raatan agge pai janda soorjan nu dhalna/��.
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// Par tere aage kuch bhi nahi, sab khaak barabar, mai kho jayungi tujh mein,mujhse baat kra kar //
Touched his soul
For the infinite times
When i just felt if he could stay for that last minute
If he could just add one more smile,
One more kiss,
One more heart at the end of "good night"
My soul just went diffusing
Into the aroma of his red juice (blood)
And i was standing still
Feeling him around and everything gets /faded/
His core was full of word play
And the sweet smell of his neck presented the perfect metaphor to my poetry
He and his love for me is the real treasure of my best poetic mansion!
-Gaurvi
@whiskey_whispers
Ik a lil senseless at points, since i haven't posted from so long, so thought to post this as my mind wrote it! ��
Lines between // are from a song "tu aake dekhle" by "king rocco"
Background image : credits to Pinterest
For the style of writing : inspired by someone really spcl❤️-Gaurvi
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Don't over-love.
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Let me drown till the roots.
-Gaurvi
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whiskey_whispers
8w
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Ps: a lil long but i want you all to read it! I will be happy if you give some time to it❤️��
Pps: sorry for any foul language (if used)Men, too cry!
Back in 2003
When i was born
Being a girl,
i always felt lucky
To have tears
Because i was able to cry
That boys can't
I was able to feel the pain
That boys aren't meant to
Society didnt made me feel odd
If i ever felt emotional
But boys dont tend to feel or being emo
Because if they do so,
They will be automatically called "cry baby"
Being a girl, i dont have to prove my strength
And if a boy isn't strong enough,
He will surely be a joke material for others!
If a girl being harassed,
The whole society takes stand..
Boards for "speak for justice" are raised,
And if same happens to a boy,
Shhh!! What will people say!?
But BOYS N GIRLS BOTH ARE HUMANS.
BOTH can be emotional!
BOTH can feel the pain!
BOTH can have tears!
Being strong doesnt define you to be a girl or a boy!
'Men don't cry'
'Men dont feel pain'
Is just in some fictional story
NOT IN REAL LIFE!
Have you ever thought or asked
That man for what he has been going through all his life
From hiding tears in his childhood
being beaten by the seniors
To taking all the responsibilities on himself
Till his last breath
Still standing erect for his family!
who is this fuckin society to classify us on the terms of being emotional, hiding fears and strength?
-Nobody.
Hope you all agree! Just a lil thought popping hard into my mind..
Happy international men's day!
-Gaurvi
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All about me!
A girl,
With short temper and exploding nature
Emotional all the time with sensitivity in the veins.
Even plays the role of "professional overthinker" so perfectly. Oversee and overlove are her favourite things to do!
Gets hurt easily- veryy easily to be honest :)
And yes thats how i m!
-Gaurvi
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whiskey_whispers
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7 ���������� ���� �������� :-
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Never ruin a good day by thinking about a bad yesterday!
2) ������������ ��������
Dont listen to other people. Live a life thats empowering to you!
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Time heals EVERYTHING!
4) �������� ��������������
The only person you should try to beat is 'the yesterday you'!
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Its okay not to have everything figured out. Know that in time, you will get there!
6) ������ ���� ������
Only YOU are the incharge of your happiness!
7) ����������
Life is short. Enjoy it while you have it! :)
@whiskey_whispers7 rules of life!
-Gaurvi
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shanayagarg
2w
Some people know how to laugh
But do not know how to be happy
Life is too short buddy
If u don't learn to be happy in life
So what have u gone by learning from life
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recycle_bin
6w
Read MoreHaan! kuch pal ke liye hi
wo rishta chala tha,
bus ab aankho mai aanshu aur chehre par udasi.
Tute se dil aur tute se khawab
Jin khawabo mai aksar wo aaya jo karti thi.
Ab tareef hi kya,
ab to barish bhi hogi.
Banthan kar niklna,
gaaliyon se guzrna,
Zulfe swarna,
To kabhi chupke se hansna.
Hatho mai mehandi
or pairo mai payal.
Kalayi mai kangan
toh mathe pe bindiya.
Ghunghat mai nikli
wo usi gali se
Jahan hua tha ghayal
Pagal woh shayar.
Han pagal woh shayar.
Beete kuch din
beeti kuch raatein
beete woh lamhe
beeti wo baate
beeta wo kal
beeta wo pal
Bus rahi kuch yaadein
un yaado mai aksar
Khoya sa rehta hai
Wo pagal sa shayar.
Han pagal sa shayar.
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#mirakee #hindiwritting #life #love #peace #solitude
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wallfl0wer
8w
Read More"if beauty comes through pain,how much pain one should go through to be labelled as 'beautiful'?
title is taken from song by Bon Iver.
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@felix__anima @asphodel_ @inara__ @vivenne you people are the reason i still haven't left this place.
@raika_ @thousand_splendid_thoughts aap logo ne dhamki di thi isliye likha tha (._.)skinny love
apart from switching off alarm,
each morning my skeleton arm,
reaches to weighing scale and inchtape,
to measure my tonnage,limbs and belly to specify my shape,
and it's exciting stimulus,
even if i shed my size by centimeters,
each morning i gather my bones,
fats 'under' and taunts 'on' my skin,
for it's uneven tones,
to keep staring myself in mirror,
until i feel disgusted and wish for bigger
thigh gaps,and thighs more skinnier,
flat belly isn't convincing to me,
it's concave one i wish it to be.
i keep inhaling,
until i am assured i feel my ribs,
against my skin,
i keep exhaling,
until i am convinced my waist size,
is smaller and thin,
i keep grumbling about,
the extra layers i possess,
until my palm is impressed,
and can feel the bones beneath.
apart from wearing body warmers,
in months of may and june,
even in hot summer noon
and not feeling the warmth,
of blood circulating in my own veins,
it takes winning over 20 battles and pains,
to feel my 4 extremities,
cold feet and other numb entities.
i keep skipping,
meals till I'm feared,
the acid in stomach may digest the gut,
i keep convincing,
mumma by phrases, ' i am full'
and 'i don't like cookies and doughnut'
i keep flushing,
calories by throwing away the food,
and hiding quickly before mumma starts questioning 'what-'
apart from wearing the clothes
sized too big to conceal my 95 lbs fat body,
and trying hard not to faint,
by gulping the water down to my empty stomach,
it takes fighting my social anxiety,
constantly running hyper aware
already exhausted brain,
and bypassing through at least 73 pair of eyes,
to reach my seat in a classroom.
apart from learning history and science
it takes calculating the calories inside,
my lunchbox to decide my eligibility,
to devour,chew and swallow my next meal.
apart from attending classes,
maintaining notes and gratitude journals
it take writing about 'skinny-is-beautiful' assertions and repeating them,
when hunger hits,when i feel "i am not full".
i like how my friends compliment,
my 24 inch waist as accomplishment,
the dresses that flaunt my collarbone,
and cosmetics that enhance my cheekbone,
more the praises that say 'beautiful'
more i hate being full,
more i am convinced about my lifestyle,
and lot more it pushes me to suppress my appetite for a while.
but i hate how my brain keeps running,
around numbers and counting,
grams and pound,
inches and meters,
joules and calories.
i hate how my head always feels light,
even after carrying tonnes of toxicity,
and how my body feels so heavy,
despite its fragility,
and i hate every time i have to repeat, same boring assertion to suppress my hunger heat,
when my nose senses the aroma of something sweet.
i hate the amount of time i spend,
thinking about excuses to skip dinner,
and lunch over weekend.
every night my skeleton hands,
write how much i want to change myself,
and every morning the same hands,
reach out to weighing scales and inchtape,
just to make sure, nothing is going in vain,
afterall,beauty comes through pain.
right?
©wallfl0wer -
ooftimist
8w
Who Will Cry for Man?
Who will cry for Man
If he can't cry for himself?
The only time he cried
When he took his first breath
And never sobbed again till his death.
When he was just a boy,
His mother cried in his pain and joy.
Father taught him "Men must not cry"
Be shy, be sly but men must not cry!
Oh, it was his own guilt
He was passing to his child to proceed.
The boy went to school.
He once saw his sweet little mate,
Who cried and yelled everyone with hate.
Next day all labelled him fag.
"He is sissy and his father is mad".
School is a place to rag.
Boys are plagued and wrecked.
So the boy held his tears
And never cried infront of his peers.
Summer came, the boy became a man.
He fell for a girl, he thought it is a wonderful tale.
But in winter she broke his heart.
He urged to cry but never learnt that art.
He was vehement for her,
But he knew life has more to offer.
Again he held back his tears.
Lo, he managed to settle in life.
He got himself a beautiful wife.
Soon he became a father to a child.
It was a boy, handsome and wild.
So now he fill in his father's shoes.
But he caught one day his son in woe.
What's wrong, what got into you?
The son narrates he was punched by the neighbour's boy.
For he broke his expensive toy.
So he was looking for his mother,
Since he can't cry infront of others.
The man grabbed him by his arms.
"Listen to me and be calm.
Look into my eyes!
You are a man and man never cries".
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Anaa
Anaa, Ke Mod Par Bichre Do Humsafar Na Mile...
Hum Ek Shaher Me Reh Kar Bhi Umar Bhar Na Mile... -
shanayagarg
9w
A single star doesn't illuminate the world.
All stars together light up the world.
Just like that,
Only Hardwork doesn't leads you to success.
Your fear your defeat your hardwork leads you to your success✨
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15w
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Kis bat ki hai ye dil mai khat pat
abhi to chod de ae dukh kab tak
dega tu mere darwaje pe dastak.
Tu chahe to ek var mai tod de,
par fir maaf kr tu mujhe chod de.
Jitna tune mujhe hai rulaya,
utna to kisi ka dil nhi dukhaya.
Har sikke ke do hai pehlu
to kab aayega dusra,
Akhir kab tak rahunga uljha uljha,
kabhi to galti se mujhe bhul ja.
Khushiya kharidini hai tu kimat bta de,
Kismat mai nhi to mujhe bula le.
Man mai hai to ek bar khul ke rula de,
par fir maaf kar tu mujh chod de
chahe to pura ek var mai tod de.
Jab waqt badla, to tu tha aaya.
Insan badal gya tu ab to chl ja.
Ya to ye waqat thehar jaye,
to tasalli se tujh se uljh lu.
Kuch to samay de de,
Thujhe thoda to najar-andaj kar lu.
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#Mirakee #life #love #broken #staystrong #behappy #keepsmiling
@whiskey_whispers @bhawnapanwar @preetii_25 @_snehasharma_ @dipsisriAe dukh aaj bta de ki hai aakhir kab tak
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daphnae
17w
Read MoreHere, 'you' refers to ~ My poems.
There was a tinge of sadness in her voice, as she narrated her tale to the audience:
//And today, I am ready to fill the voids betwixt the stars shining with my rhymes brimming with euphoria. The cosmos, which I would paint around the mystical conundrums would offer smiles to unfurl the answers buried with them. I would sketch a paradise for us, where we shall live till eternity. Recalling the days when I made you a part of me, and now, you never feel like someone else. We are one, and will be forever. Pain would just be a myth, as we read about it in those storybooks.
The gloom would dwindle along with the stars at dawn. And along with the sun, would be there a moppet holding our fingers. Cradling it in our arms, we would name it 'Hope'. And as the fireflies drape us along their twinkling entity, the singing birds would embrace us with their mellifluous songs of solace. The sun would be warm against our skin, but the zephyr carrying sonnets of love would make 'hope' giggle. And, you and me would just smile along the way. The soft drizzle of metaphors would drench you with love. And you would look more and more beautiful with every drop you absorbed within.
On the way, we would find an orchard bearing plums of gratitude. I took one secretly, and could whisper the only thing my heart echoed, "Thank you." Your eyes could reflect every light of love. And we went on, hand in hand, furbishing the voids of my loneliness and etching a smile on their faces.... With 'hope' in my life, I started carving you down in papers but more in my heart. I could feel my future smiling, watching us together, holding 'Hope' in our hands.
People fear darkness in their lives, but then, how will your stars shimmer in the day?//
And the sadness in her voice turned out to be her strength in the entire journey of her blissful poetries.
©saya__
#sadness #mirakee #wn #pod #septemberspesh #ffossil (zephyr and moppet, orchards and smiles) #prompt_a_day (hope) #eyes #zephyr
@fleeing_fossil @whiskey_whispersDon't wait for the sun to decipher your sparkle.
Glisten among the moon and the stars, waiting for you in the dark. -
hyperbola
17w
Read MoreThe caressing dew,
The morning light,
Friends though few,
Sorrowful night,
The smile, the tears,
The senses of fear,
I'm grateful, O' lord,
For the cherry and the pear,
But for, I'm not,
The loss of words ,ever when I thought,
"Is there a word to tell them sometimes,
That Mom and Dad,
I'm grateful for you, for my lifetime !"
©love_ecstacy
@whiskey_whispers
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