Miraquill
I'm Afraid
I'm afraid to be good
For they say
Bad things happen to good people.
I'm afraid to be a failure
For I hate
To be the reason of their disappointment .
I'm afraid to be happy
For it means
The grief is just about to knock on the door.
I'm afraid to be in a crowd
For it feels
More lonely to be alone in a crowd rather than being lonely alone.
I'm afraid of being forgotten oblivion
For I know
I'll leave with having done nothing worth remembering.
I'm afraid of being judged
For I've seen
The look in their eyes when I accidently just be me.
I'm afraid to dream
For I've experienced
They're nothing but nightmares.
I'm afraid to be in love
For I believe
I'll destroy the person first and then myself.
I'm afraid to die
For I've been told
It will devastate the ones I have.
I'm afraid to live
For I feel
I'll keep standing still at the same place where I've been for years without making any change.
©_mehsvi_
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23w
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_mehsvi_
87w
मेरा ख्वाब
कपड़े के रेशे सा ख्वाब है मेरा
कभी उधड़ता है
कभी बुनता है
कभी दिल के किसी कोने में
ठहर सा जाता है
कभी कभी सिसकते सिसकते
दम तोड़ जाता है
हर पल ये खॊ-सा जाता है
ये ख्वाब है मेरा
जो बुनते बुनते उधड़ जाता है
इसका भी अलग दस्तूर है
ये इस दुनिया के आगे मजबूर है
कभी शीशे सा बन टूट जाता है
कभी पूरा होते होते
थम जाता है
बस यही है मेरा ख्वाब
बुनते बुनते ही उधड़ जाता है
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
87w
A righteous person may forgive
But only a lover can forget ,
For Love is a strength
Above all the morals and laws.
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
91w
आंसूऒ के साथ दिल भी
पिघल कर दर्द के साथ बह जाता है
पर जब आंसू थम जाते है तो दिल भी
पत्थर सा बन बोझ बन जाता है
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
92w
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Reading is so peaceful !!It takes you to a world you love..Your favourite characters become your bestfriends,!!The joy of imagining the story while reading can't be explained ..its just love & peace..
#mirakee #mehsvi #reading #peace #pod #writer #readwriteunite #writersnetworkA Distraction I am proud to have!!
Talking with the characters,imagining them ,having them around has become my way of living!!
The only time when I can express my feelings,have someone to listen to and to say my heart to ..Though imaginary but the most perfect moments of my life!!
A distraction I am proud to have - Reading !!
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
99w
कइ बार मुस्कुराहटे काम आती नहीं
आन्सु़ं छिपाने के लिए
कइ बार बद्तमीज़ी से अच्छा मखोटा कोइ होता नहीं
दर्द छिपाने के लिए
बस आंखें ही होती सब ब्यान करने के लिए |
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
103w
GOODBYEs are TOUGH
Saying good bye is tough..really tough..
Saying it to those with whom we had great memories is tough as we don't want to grieve while reminscing good memories...
We still long for more such memories..
Its tough to say goodbye..
Its tough to say goodbye to the one with whom we didnt have many memories as well. B'coz we want good memories to remember them and grieve..we still want more..
Ironical right!!
We can never have enough memories to live a lifetime without the person itself .Whether the memories be good,bad,less or more
its tough to say goodbye..
And its even more tough dealing with situations ,with memories or without after bidding them goodbye...
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
108w
Not all the girls can carry
the grace to be a woman
And
Not all the women can
keep the girl inside alive
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
108w
दोस्त ऐसे ही होते हैं
कभी तो छोटी -छोटी
बातों को दिल से
लगा लेते हैं और कभी
बड़ी से बड़ी बात
हवा में उड़ा देते हैं
©_mehsvi_ -
_mehsvi_
111w
तरस आता है उन लोगों पर
जो दूसरों को गिराकर
अपना सिर उँचा करते हैं
©_mehsvi_
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Mirror
When I look in the mirror,
I see a standing image of myself
A weary soul tired of fighting,
A spirit broken from the weight surrounding.
I hear the silent screaming of a person so strong
That the acceptance of humanity left them.
When I look in the mirror
I don't Just see reflections
Cos reflections would always be there.
what I see is trembling and fear
That one day, that which i run from
Would end up catching on in steps
Over and over again into the mirror I stare
Trying to see what's left of my dreams
What's really left of me
This image I see
Is it truly a reflection of me
Or just a picture in my head.
©olujobs -
medusa_
23w
Read More-Make the clock reverse-
Going back in time
I see a younger me
The happiest, high-spirited girl
I see her looking at him
Innocence in her eyes
I wish I could tell her to turn back
I wish I could hug her for what's about to come
She looks happy though
Still content with the one person who seems to be her world
There's fear in her eyes, but she still leaps forward
She risks it all for love
I know where she would be now
I watch her lonely self
Walk down that same road
Confused, hurt but still keeps walking
I wish I could hug her now more than ever
For the brave girl she was trying to be
I wish I could tell her she's not alone
Things haven't changed much though
She would still choose love, I know
Even with all the hurt and betrayal
And things that are never really in our control
She would still choose to walk down that road
But it's time I told her that
I cannot make the clock reverse
And there's no bringing back what once was hersFor the brave girl she's trying to be
I wish I could tell her she's not alone
©medusa_ -
miraquill
23w
Read More--Today, write a portrait poetry--
Begin by writing down the names of several people you know well and often come across in your home, school or neighborhood. Now pick one or two of those people and write a poem describing their attributes—how they look, sound, smell, move and behave.
Tag with #portrait and share.
#wodPortrait poetry
Those Winter Sundays
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
ROBERT HAYDEN -
soulfulstirrings
91w
Read MoreInfo content - Google
The Cellular Jail, also known as Kālā Pānī (Hindi for black waters), was a colonial prison in the Andaman and Nicobar Islands, India. The prison was used by the British for the express purpose of exiling political prisoners to the remote archipelago. Many notable independence activists, including Batukeshwar Dutt, Yogendra Shukla, and Vinayak Savarkar were imprisoned here during the struggle for India's independence. Today, the complex serves as a national memorial monument .
#kimo @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
Image credit : my daughter .
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost ❤️✨As darkness descends these walls come alive
Reminiscing times bygone
Where freedom found her voice
©soulfulstirrings -
sariaspeaks
99w
Rusted from the late night rain
I waited on sunrise,
washed over in grays and muted blues
Until the sky finally caught fire.
Light kissed the tips of the clouds
Now everything is bathed in shades of amber.
A symbol of life, of confidence
Of something, someone, that is constant.
All I had to do was ask,
And He took my hand.
It's so...warm.
Everytime. -
iamsteverichard
99w
Piece By Piece, I Become Whole
Piece by piece
I become whole.
First, my feet
They turn brave enough
To walk out the door
Into parts of myself that were waiting
With patience and compassion.
Second, my legs
They grow strong like trunks of trees
There to support the whispering leaves and flowering blossoms above them
They embody softness
And strength.
Then, my hips
They start to swing without shame
They dance
They twirl
They have a sunlit soiree.
Now, my belly
The center of my being
It tells me it is safe
That it will no longer wake up with an ache of emptiness
That it will be happy without drowning junk, and I can enjoy food
Next, my lungs
They drink in the ripeness of the air
As the dust shakes off
And turns to sugar.
Now, my heart
My sweet, sweet heart
That has tumbled through the waves
And still beats inside of me
Red and juicy.
I’m not sure if my heart becomes whole
Because I realize
It always was.
I decide
That to have felt it all
Is wholeness.
My heart—
It can keep some of the pain.
That’s why the sun shines so bright
After days of rain
That’s why the piece of chocolate cake
Tastes so damn good.
My heart, it is whole
I’m sorry I forgot
It always was.
My lips emerge as the doorway from my soul to the world
And art flows out of them like snowmelt after an impossible winter.
My cheeks, they let the sun kiss them, and my nose takes in the smell of summer and fresh baked bread.
My eyes, they meet themselves in the mirror
And see a woman
Who has built wild beauty
Upon destruction.
Piece by golden, unruly, and beautiful piece
I become
Whole.
©iamsteverichard -
poetryinthoughts
107w
I've never picked up a pen
Simply for the grasp of it
Between my thumb and index
I would hold it loosely,
Letting it glide neatly over the paper
As my emotions will spill onto the papers
In ways that my eyes couldn't,
I would write my pain into verses
Make my love become alive,
Let the pen dance gallantly
Amongst the pages
I could never write
Merely for the sake of it
I did it only because
In a time of deep despair,
It was the only thing
That kept me alive.
©poetryinthoughts -
vessel_poetry
112w
Finding one's
Purpose,
Is not a ticket to ease
Or a euphoric beginning.
No,
It is a road
Rocky, and untarred.
But, a road
In the right direction.
VESSEL -
Past
Rarely healing
Barely thrilling
Always killing
©nescient_scarecrow -
allbymyself
109w
Read MoreWake up, you say
as you shake my hair
Look, you say
while the morning
sun falls flush
on my face
What, I say,
is it that
has lit a fire
in your eyes;
and your fingers
are an arrow
as I follow
your silent trail
to the skies
and glimpse a
rainbow come our way.
Name the stars and
constellations, you say
in a falsetto voice
so I start speaking
in a half trance
"Sirius, Andromeda,
Bellatrix, Regulus"
and this time
you shake your hair
and say those are
names of Harry Potter
characters and I
sigh and confess
that those are
the only celestial
names I know.
And we go on
talking, late into
the night, word
after word, one
question after another
outside the dew
stained glass window
the sky changes colour
and the Earth's axis
tilts once more
and we continue
to spar with words
spilling secrets and
laughing at jokes
until we know
each other as well
as two people can
ever hope to know.
- Avitaj
@despair @dopamine @thegreymetaphor @greypages_Rainbow In The Skies
If these years have taught me anything, it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.
- Junot Diaz
