Mirakee
The unbearable pain
made me talk about it
Hoping that doctor
Will suggest some solution
To lessen it
She behaved
As if that message
Was typed in thin air.
Lesson learned
Don't pour out your agony
To ones who enjoy seeing us in pain
©windowtodreams
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windowtodreams
10w
No question about them answered
Once in a blue moon, answered with lies
Bombarding me with questions
As if it's their birthright
Oh I forgot !
They need inside information
To work on their story telling skills
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windowtodreams
10w
Selfishness also needs a standard?
As if they care !
Says the mind
Selflessness to the well deserved
That smile is worth every effort
Says the brain
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Her lost world
Can be found
In the depths
Of the blue
That is gazing you
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windowtodreams
11w
the sun and the sand .....
the wind and the waves........
the stars and the sea.......
Missing those.....
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There is a surprising whole world
Inside the mind
The snow globe
Holds a beautiful Christmas dream
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windowtodreams
12w
Dance - an escape
A world within evolves
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windowtodreams
12w
The greatest sadness
Is to love the person
U love the most
Unseen from the eyes
Of the world.
When all u want
Is to tell the world
How much you love him.
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Hope of spring sings in GREEN
The season of love shines RED
Everything is going to be well
Reminds the shinning GOLD
The three tones of Christmas
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The breath comes out
of the trumpet
So loud and clear
hoping to escape
Into the chaos
Of the Christmas season
©windowtodreams
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Memories
Time gives you everything,
but for a fleeting moment.
The very next moment,
it's all gone.
Memories, they are yours
and only yours to have.
You have them with you,
Yet you don't.
©devadoothan -
hannahl
69w
Desperate Times
Breathe
In and out.
Your heart is beating like its going to burst out your chest and fall to floor.
Breathe
Close your eyes and clench your fists so the room will stop spinning and your thoughts will stop racing.
Breathe
Yes thats right, nice slow breathes.
Now unclench your fists and open your eyes.
Breathe
The sky is a beautiful blue today. Even if it isn't, tell yourself it is.
Breathe
Whatever little devil is in your ear today whispering promises of doom in your consciousness, flick him away.
Breathe
Its ok to laugh, cry, scream, hell question the existence of everything. But stay with me here. It isn't time for you to explore the unknown yet.
Breathe
Think hard. What makes you smile. What makes the next minute. The next hour. The next day worth it. Just give it one more try? Please.
Breathe
As long as you are breathing there is hope. Stay with me one more minute. One more day. One more year. In and out. Up and down. Look all around. Find peace in the small things, they will lead you to the bigger ones.
©myidentityisirrelevent
©hannahl -
writerstolli
69w
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devadoothan
70w
Identity
I am not my God or religion
For neither exist anymore.
I am not my flesh, bones and skin
For my soul speaks a different language.
I am not where I was born or where I live
A geographical accident cannot define me.
I am not the job I go to everyday
Seated comfortably in an iron box on tyres.
I am not my titles or labels
They keep changing every few years.
I am not my parents or siblings
Whether I love them or not.
I am not the food I eat or air I breathe
Those perish with my physical self.
I am not even a speck in this cosmic vacuum
That exists in absolute randomness.
Who am I then?
I am no one
What I wouldn't give,
To know I am no one, yet
To live each day like I could be anyone.
©devadoothan -
devadoothan
72w
Droplets on my windsheild
My love was like sparkling water droplets
On the windsheild of a speeding car
They clang on, against the wind- shivering, quaking, slipping.....
They came in all shapes and sizes reflecting the setting sun's red glow
The mighty sun tests them with his scorching heat and anger
Small droplets dance together wrapping arms around each other
Plotting together to escape the red sun's anger
And then the wind sweeps them right off their feet
Oh such a charmer the wind always was!
What chance did the droplets stand anyway
Against the mighty sun, charming wind and the speeding car
The wiper came swaying and wiped the last of them off my windsheild
Like how I wipe the tears that roll down my cheeks
My windsheild looked clean, dry, shiny and bright as new
But if I looked carefully, I could still see the water marks
Left there by a long lost love...
Was there a tiny droplet still on there? Clinging against all hope.
No there were two, no three...ah countless drops
The sky had opened up and sent the droplets pouring down
They blocked out the sun, flew in the wind and drenched my speeding car
Time froze and the droplets danced around in suspended animation
Oh what chance did the sun, wind and the speeding car stand anyway
Against the mighty droplets that came smiling from the sky.
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On a warm sunny evening, he stood by the spiral stairs looking down
Each step he climbed down, took him back a decade
He finally reached the bottom, where it all began
On that warm sunny evening he was ready to look back
All the bottled memories he collected along the way
Neatly arranged in a straight line in front of him
They looked longingly and awaited his orders
They must've felt so out of time
He took each one, looked at the images inside, against the shining sun
The smells inside took him back to those very moments
The voices rang clear in his head
The laughter, tears, screams and songs
He took out his magic wand and waved in the air
He weaved letters from thin air
They came flowing across time and stuck on.
Each bottle now had those magic letters adorning them.
E.G.O spelt the biggest of them
R.E.G.R.E.T stood not too far behind
A.N.G.E.R was shaking and trembling away
One of the bottles rose up in the air and exploded
The shattered pieces were everywhere
The voices filled the air all around him
The images inside were crawling their way back up the stairs
They refused to stay in his labelled bottle
Just a few scattered letters on the floor remained
Letters he weaved with his magic wand
Letters with which he tried to label the bottle
Just letters lay lifeless on the floor- E, O, V and L
©devadoothan -
Someone asked me an interesting question.
What is the age of love?
"Love and age".
Are they really related to each other?
I don’t think so.
Yes..I don’t think a timeless feel called love falls under a league of animate existence.
Don't you want to know the realistic definition of what i’m trying to tell here?
"Love is an ageless entity surviving a journey of endless emotions driven by flawless souls”.
See..As long as hearts breathe true love around here,
As long as life breathes pure souls around here,
And..As long as nature blends true love with pure souls in this world, this entity called love is deemed to stay alive till the end of time.
So what about my love for you?
That is what i have been trying to convey since the beginning of this write-up.
Yes..Immortal it is.
©deepak_pt -
love_poet
72w
With those I share my meal,
I share a piece of my heart.
©love_poet
