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  • child_of_prophecy 104w

    The thing I like most about ocean, is it's habit of letting go. Everytime the wave reaches the shore it leaves a mark on sand and then just vanishes and a new wave arrives. It ends with a new beginning.
    It hears everyone, the heartbroken person, the happy friends, family feud and more.
    Ocean has a depth but it's in the shallow where the story lies.

    Iski gehrayi mein kayi raaz Chupe hai
    Sunkar Dekho leheron ko unsune saaz Chupe hai

    We all know ocean is strong, but there's one person it can't stay strong for- it's beloved, the moon.
    As soon as the horizon dances announcing the arrival of it's beloved, the ocean gets overwhelmed.
    We lovers talk to the moon but moon talk to the ocean every night, the whole universe witnesses this divine romance, the trees began to dance, the breeze sings a song for these two eternal lovers.

    At first the moonlight caresses the slowly pounding wave and reaches for the depth of the ocean like it's swimming in it's soul, with this touch of moon the waves of the ocean gets uncontrolled, slowly as the moon kisses it's beloved all the stars began the celebration. And the ocean just Shy away.
    They talked whole night. Into that arms of moonlight, ocean finds herself sinking away. His arms was her home. She told him about how she takes away all their pain. Anyone that goes to an ocean with sad eyes comes back with a smile and light heart. We never look at ocean, ocean looks right into our eyes.
    Suddenly she began sobbing in his arms, saying she takes away all their pain who's gonna take away mine? I see lovers unite in front of me, when will we unite?
    Moon was trying to console her but couldn't because he couldn't touch her except by his moonlight. They were really very far. It kills him too.
    Moon never tries to limit her, it lets her flow, wherever she wants, however she wants.
    He just watched her and be proud.

    Moon also started crying, crying over their Destiny. The universe put them in tough spot, they can only see each other for a limited time. The universe wanted it this way but not their hearts. Wherever the moon was his heart always calls his beloved, and ocean weeps for his presence too. Waves by waves, but noone is gonna hear that cry of hers.
    The universe always writes tragic stories.
    Moon always increases the beauty of his beloved his moonlight reaches everyone but only truly touches the ocean.
    They can't see each other, ocean sings for him.
    Somedays where the clouds are guest and they cover the moon, she weeps.
    A love like this, so eternal, so pure.
    Noone can separate them.
    They might meet only for few hours but those few hours holds their entire lifetime.
    They live in those hours and just survive in others just to live again when they meet each other.
    When they meet , the universe beggins a carnival of love. And only true lovers witnesses it, full moon over the ocean with beautiful breeze and that sound of waves like it's talking to the moon.
    They made a promise to stay together.
    They're far but still together.
    They're the eternal lovers.

    Nisha

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    We lovers talk to the moon
    but moon talk to the ocean every night,
    the whole universe witnesses
    this divine romance,
    the trees began to dance,
    the breeze sings a song
    for these two eternal lovers.

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    Deepquill

  • child_of_prophecy 107w

    Is baar jab tum aaoge to thoda pyar lekar aana
    Dooriyon k manzar mein thodasa saath lekar aana

    Dastak jo dil pr doge to mohobbat ki sadaa dena
    Manzilon ki fikar na karna bas safar mein hath thame rakhna

    Khauf agar ho tumhe kabhi apne maazi k sabaqon ka
    Tum yun karna ki meri mohobbat aazmaa lena

    Kabhi sochne lago ki tum kya ho mere liye
    Mere dil mein aana or duaon mein jhaank lena

    Waqt ki gardish ne jo maara hai ye taana
    Hum mile rahe humesha tum ye saugaat lekar aana.

    ~Nish

  • child_of_prophecy 130w

    I heard a knock today on my door
    I can't imagine someone can see
    this accomodation behind all this dust.
    The knock sounded like a Christmas carol
    but I'm afraid it might turn into my funeral eulogy.
    Somehow I catched my breath
    after swimming to the surface
    After being drowning into the
    shadow of the history I saw the sunlight.

    As I walked towards the door to answer it
    I saw all the things carved upon it.
    Promises that I made to myself.
    To disappear from the kingdom of
    happiness for the house of tears
    is where I belong.
    To not let someone in and
    clean that dried up blood
    Otherwise they'll see the face of my killer which resembles a lot like me.

    A promise to keep my words inside my soul for I can't cage my demons in the pages of my diary.

    A promise to let this visitor knock and go
    To make them think that this house is just a graveyard of my innocence,
    all my fearfull smiles
    And love buried deep inside.
    I know sometimes you wanna open that door but honey noone got the eyes to see the non-existent ghost of you.

    And when they'll ask about you
    just tell them noone lives here anymore,
    Just some pieces after the storm.
    They can always leave flowers at the door
    But don't forget to remove the petals,
    For the colours in them don't go
    with your colourless walls.

    Keep the dried stem instead
    It'll remind of your withered heart,
    tough yet dried of emotions.
    Then one day when the stem will
    putrify it's odour will remind you
    of your insecurities.
    The peephole of your insecurities
    by which you saw your visitor.
    Don't forget to make your wall soundproof
    For when you'll hear the foot notes of your visitor leaving don't let them hear your woeful cry for help.

    ©Nisha.

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    They can always leave flowers at the door
    But don't forget to remove the petals,
    For the colours in them don't go
    with your colourless walls.


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  • child_of_prophecy 141w

    Posting my drafts.

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    I've picked up my pieces
    and mended them into this poem.
    So everytime someone reads
    this to it's beloved
    My broken heart will bloom again.

    ©Nisha

  • child_of_prophecy 141w

    From the drafts. Lame.

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    All those love words are
    necrosed inside me now,
    How can a plant grow when you
    water it with your silence.

    ©Nisha

  • child_of_prophecy 142w

    The blood has dried up when
    I visited that kingdom
    All I heard was echoes
    'When you feel too much,
    your heart gets numb'.
    My heart is building walls now
    which my insecurities will adore
    I'll pull you out of my veins
    until my words can't rhyme you anymore
    I'll not let my heart fly again
    in that gleefully horrible skies,
    which killed my innocence
    that my soul still agonize.

    ©Nisha

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    My heart is building walls now
    which my insecurities will adore
    I'll pull you out of my veins
    until my words can't rhyme you anymore.

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  • child_of_prophecy 156w

    Raw.

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    If you ever come to me with your
    broken heart pinned against your skeleton
    I will tear myself up to fill all your gaps
    and watch your soul turn into
    mosaic art with different colours.
    And when all my pieces will fade away,
    I'll spend my life finding
    those colours inside your hue.

    ©Nisha

  • child_of_prophecy 157w

    I can no longer
    forge my feelings into rhymes,
    Is it the calmness of my healed heart
    or my emptyness
    which don't know
    how to dance along the lines.

    ©Nisha

  • child_of_prophecy 158w

    This was in my draft for so long.

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    There will surely come a time
    when this darkness will
    swallow me alive,
    All my thoughts will asphyxiate me
    and all your words will be left unsaid.
    Don't come to my grave mourning
    I will not hear a single word you'll say,
    If you can't love me
    when I was alive and
    taking my poisonous breaths.

    (love me before it's too late.)

    ©Nisha

  • child_of_prophecy 162w

    This is the piece I wrote in the awareness about trees. About my tree best friend and how will that tree feel if I decide to cut it.



    The autumn of my silence
    By Nisha Batham.

    Do you remember the time when you came to me?
    My stems decoding the happiness from the bouquet of your memories
    The time where your silence is more heard than the sobs of my wilting leaves
    Then why are your love ballads are sounding like a funeral eulogy.

    I know this chaos inside your eyes
    And I know you're weaving for me a palatable lie
    I know what you're going to do to me
    You worship mother earth with this ritual of misery

    O humans
    Your heart is the most beautiful of things
    But don't let your poisonous intelligence write 'killer' all over your skin.
    And if you take an advice from this old friend
    If being intuitive can turn you into this monster then please stay innocent.

    I'll be there for you until these roots hold me together but
    I want you to know that you can't built your safe haven over the graveyard of million feathers.

    You remember how I healed your wounds from the potion squeezed out of me,
    Then why you want to smell my blood in this petrichor of your sinful destiny.

    While your mind longs for the ceremony of my cremation
    O human, your hands still hold the nest of salvation.
    So will you save me from these helplessly evil axes
    Or will you smother me to the ground by your miragelike success

    O human race
    I know in past decades you're far from being divine
    But please don't go so long way that I'll be ashamed of calling you a kin of mine.

    ©Nisha

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    So why are your love ballads
    are sounding like a funeral eulogy.

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