#aalowrites

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  • pink_berry 1d

    #heart #wod #pod
    And you two ..... I still exist ������
    Hayeeee, I lobe you both , inni jaldi sunn bhi liya ��������❤❤
    Thenkuuu shoo much for the EC(8) ������������
    @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    Enjoy reading ❤

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    Perfection is overrated

    Late in the eve , I passed by the gallery in my town.
    The old yet vintage interior never fails to catch my eyes.
    Stepping inside the wind chime made a pleasant melody.
    The smell of wooden racks feels warm and earthy.

    I came across two white marble made hearts leaning over a stand.
    The marbles were granular and lustrous enough which made my irises sparkle up.

    One was pristine , perfect and pure.
    Like the innocent kids heart which was polished placidly.
    But it lacked something which I couldn't guess.
    "It's perfect yet imperfect ! What's missing?" I whispered to myself.

    "Perfection is always overrated! Nothing seems better without few breaks and falls." She sighed.
    My pupils weren't ready to look away from her. She was seeming perfect to me like a goddess.
    "Indeed !" I forced from my lips.

    "This one's broken and glued back with gold lacquer. There are lines which traces breakage and healing." She paused, she had a serene look.
    "Healing?" I questioned.
    "Anything that breaks , needs to be healed! Sometimes a thing and sometimes..... the heart." She answered.
    "Hmmm, I agree! At times imperfections seem to attract you whereas perfection seems to be a bit boring." I stated.
    "Indeed , what's a beautiful garden full of blooming roses , lavenders and mulberry leaves without few withered flowers and dry autumn leaves." She smiled and walked away.
    I couldn't help but just stare at her.
    Indeed she was imperfect yet perfect as all this time she wrote her replies in a notepad and presented it to me. She couldn't talk yet we had a conversation.

    //And honey , I would love to fall for you accepting all your imperfections. I would relish the blemishes.Because if moon scars can be poetry why can't your flaws be an art.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 2d

    #brave #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    Tbvh I don't remember the last time I took a stand for myself. I'm a damn sensitive and timid human. So wrote it in a general way.

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    What's being BRAVE ?

    //When a young maiden walking across the streets sighs a disgusting sight , when a teenager at home is touched by her tuition teacher in a wrong way , when a women at her work place is being sarcastically asked about staying over and she keeps all that hurricane inside and walks away. Locks her in a room feels unholy after being touched , lands her frustration on the furniture. But instead of all this if she takes a stand for herself, she complaints about it and never ever let it effect her , and then this is called bravery.//

    //A marriage gives several rights to both men and women. And when the men dominates her with everything she does, when raises his hand just to get her in his control and mental disturbance isn't less of any torture. She either tends to suffer all this pain and not uttering a word to her family or she decides to end her life as that seems the end of the problem. And if she speaks against all the bans and crosses All the caution lines , this is called bravery. Not letting yourself suffered is called bravery. Not allowing the QUEEN inside you to be his slave is BRAVERY.//

    //When being bullied by your classmates, when being judged by your shy nature, when being burdened up with hell of responsibilities you didn't expect to take up and you keep it all low as men are supposed to be brave.
    But you learn to react, respond and relish is what's called bravery. Society can never accept introverts. They can never accept the fact that men can cry. They can never see you pampering your girl , they judge you all the damn time and to all the men out there , let them go. You don't need to justify your personality nor you need to prove your uniqueness. And you can cry , you can express, you can speak and you are strong.//

    //Even LOVING AND LETTING GO is an act bravery. When you love someone purely and decides to express and not to hide is bravery. When you allow your heart to say all the words and poetries it's been holding on is bravery. And when you are broken down and hurt you are left all lost but you decide to let go ; that's bravery. As letting someone go has always been a part of loving them.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 3d

    Noor- light / also the bright reflection over ones face denoted as beauty.
    #portrait #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites

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    Knowingly unknown Maiden

    Early in the morning, I see her in the fields of orchids.
    Rushing behind the woods and collecting some fruits.

    Her white dress falling over her bare body. The neckline has a lace which kisses her collarbone.
    Her blonde hair contrasting the shade of woods.
    Her hazel brown eyes are innocently notorious.
    Her blush pink cheeks are redder than cherries.

    I walk beside her to help with loads she carry to the old age home nearby.
    She smells of musk with a little trace of orchids in her lingering skin.
    Her hands are softer than cotton. And oh ! How can I forget her voice which is sweeter than honey.

    I walk back to her home just to assure the little lover inside me that she is safe.
    We never spoke to each other , the only words we whisper are greetings.
    Or maybe our eyes did the task of chasing a conversation.
    Waving a goodbye I left.

    And here I am portraying a portrait of a maiden lot less than a goddess.
    Oh honey , I wish my words were enough to describe you and my metaphors may veil under the noor you hold.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 3d

    #song #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    ~KAL HO NA HO~❤
    This is not just a song for me but a whole heartfelt piece.
    Yeh last pukka ��

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    Will tomorrow be there?

    Time changes , time rushes.
    You can't hold it. You can't stop it.
    Tomorrow's are just a true facade. You never know when your last moments hug your soul and the angels of death are ready to kiss you.
    Live the very moment of your life. Don't be ignorant. Don't take things for granted. It's not just you who is suffering there are many like and unlike you.
    Life's a gift which few find a disgrace. It's a blessing which few find a curse.
    But whatever it is , it's yours ! Make every breath of yours count because you never know will tomorrow be there or not !
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 3d

    #song #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts
    #aalowrites
    EK LADHKI KO DEKHA TOH AISA LAGA❤
    अखियाँ दे कोल रह जाने दे
    कहना है जो कह जाने दे हे
    तेरे ख्यालों में बीते ये रातें
    दिल मेरा मांगे एक ही दुआ
    तू सामने हो ओर करूँ मैं बातें
    लम्हा रहे यूँ ठहरा हुआ
    पहले तो कभी यूँ
    मुझको ना ऐसा कुछ हुआ
    दीवानी लहरों को
    जैसे साहिल मिला आ आ
    ओ ओ ओ ओ ओ
    एक लड़की को देखा तो ऐसा लगा
    This is something which can never happen ! How can I forget Darshu ����

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    When I saw her

    Oh my ! Her eyes were the cosmic universe which took me on tour to explore the entire galaxy.
    They whispered , they expressed , they spoke and said everything which her cotton candy lips failed to say.
    All I ask for is her presence around. All I want her to do is lend me her time so that she could hear all I wanna say. Somehow when she is around time stops and the moon is under the eclipse as I'm standing with the one who makes him jealous.
    //And honey , when I saw her , I took her to the fields of my heart and she harvested love by growing a yield of her poetic essence.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 3d

    ~Do you remember, we were sittin', there by the water?
    You put your arm around me for the first time
    You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter
    You are the best thing, that's ever been mine~ Mine by Taylor Swift ❤
    #song #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    Look at my possession over someone whom I haven't met yet ! Lol ! ��❤��

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    Mine

    On a beautiful blissful morning
    I sat on the couch wondering about you.
    I felt my pain depart as your thoughts arrived and
    And my heart smiled as that's all it could do.

    It's been raining since night to all morning.
    Last night both my eyes and clouds were heavy and couldn't take the load.
    The clouds showered rain and I flooded tears of pain.

    The raindrops followed the lines on my palms as my tears traced the way down to my neckline.
    All I could see was grey misty clouds and all I could feel was blues inside my soul.
    And then I slept lying on my pillow which still holds the essence of my crystalline droplets.

    "When you are fighting a war for love make sure whom you support. The evil team betrays you and the good team owns the territory of your heart." These were the last lines I heard the stranger whispered to me when I opened my eyes in the middle of my dream.

    Not just in my dreams but in my imaginations, my fantasy and everywhere you hold a place my future love. All I want you to be is mine.

    //And honey, not just poetically or imaginary but I want you to be emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually, totally and hopefully all mine. Forever mine.//❤
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 4d

    My soul a home

    The sand of hope which lies on the ground must be moisten.
    The clay of patience moulded enough.
    The tools of care used only when required.
    The bricks to be placed accordingly made of blessings.

    The gravel of prayers made ample and hard.
    The Cement of love is seldom used on its own, but rather to bind sand and gravel.
    Little water of self-ism.
    The concrete of used enough to bind cement and water.

    The walls of happiness build high.
    They are white washed with believe so that rough cruelty doesn't flake off.
    The roof of soul made stronger so that rain of pain doesn't weaken it.

    The floor of heart tiled with marbles of affection.
    The walls painted with choice.
    The windows set to ventilate the vapours of agony.
    The door of heart ready to welcome strangers.
    And now my home is ready.

    //And honey, my house doesn't seem a home without your presence. Knock at the door soon.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 1w

    Moon & Sun

    //And honey , the moon accompanied the lost souls during the night. The sun guided wanderers during the day. "Evening" was the time the both friends met and in the other phases they use to set.//
    __________________________

    The sun shone bright.
    The moon reflected light.
    The clouds were there mates.
    And evenings were there dates.

    The sun was a happy soul
    The moon was a shy one.
    The sun gave shades to the sky.
    The moon gave metaphors to poets who lie.

    The sun made the sky blue , yellow, purple and pink.
    The moon was grey in the sky like the shade of ink.

    With yellow the day is done.
    With grey the night is on run.
    Incomplete without one and
    They are the moon and the sun.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 1w

    #berrytales #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    Huh ! This is totally different from what I usually write. Bht pyaar shyaar likh liya ab bas ��

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    She

    She was my dream , she was my girl.
    Her lips were rose and her eyes were pearls.
    She was a shadow for everyone,
    But for her they were none.

    She was a sweet soul
    She had no self control.
    She just couldn't say no.
    She made THEM diamonds being a coal.

    She had a beast inside.
    Making her a whole.
    They scratched and ripped her skin
    And she covered it with a dark stole.

    She was lost in the abyss
    Of her own thoughts.
    She tried reaching to the end hole.
    Her attempts went in a vain
    And her tears started to roll.

    She is strong, she knows her strength.
    She can be calm and she can be red.
    She can make best from worse.
    They are living secrets in her head.

    She can be the king of her Kingdom
    She can run the crowd ahead.
    She can own her throne and
    She can make miracles to what's only said.

    She can hold back her emotions
    She can make sword from a thread.
    She can bleed ink and
    Make her cluster shred.

    She can follow her will only if she ignores THEIR expectations.
    She can be no more under dread.
    She can do it all on her own.
    And she can make her words embed.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 1w

    Ayeeee thenkuuu for acknowledging my presence ����❤
    I bet you ppl have never met someone who appreciates herself so damn poetically ����❤
    #two #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites

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    She

    //A beautiful soul where pinkies clasp
    Her aura is not less than a fairy
    Her tales are aesthetically pleasing.
    And she is a cute little berry.//

    //Her eyes are the cosmic skies at night.
    The Iris twinkling like stars.
    She has Saturn ring smile and she uses moon dust to cover her scars.//

    // Her heart is enchanted with love . Her presence is not less than a bliss.
    She can be the Queen of your heart. If you let your soul kiss.//

    //She can make your agonies get cursed.
    She can be the Moonlight in your darkest days.
    She can make your life a blessing
    And she will never fail to raise(you).//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 1w

    Moonlight

    I. //And honey your presence is
    Not less than a moonlight for me, lightening my face with glee.

    I wish to hold Hands
    Take up long walks under the stars
    And count cosmos in your celestial eyes.//
    ___________________
    II. //And honey, my metaphors hum
    Dead hopes with cinders of lost believe.
    Wishing for your magic spell.

    The Moonlight in my sonnets
    Making attempts to rhyme with your breaths.
    Wishing for an embrace in your arms.//
    __________________
    And honey , The Moonlight fell upon my pages as the moon read my poetries and whimpered seeing my love for you.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 2w

    Lanturne

    I
    Wish to
    Be your
    Poetry in thy
    Wind.

    I
    Wish to
    Be your
    Breaths humming
    Ishq.

    I
    Wish to
    Be your
    Sukoon in
    Stress.

    I
    Wish to
    Be your
    Life after
    De'th

    I
    Wish to
    Be your
    Metaphor in
    Rhyme.

    And
    Honey
    I wish to
    Just hold your
    Hand.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 2w

    #remember #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites
    Oops kinda lengthy �� but I don't know what have I written. Bla bla bla ��

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    Remember

    Remember, remember, the day I first saw you?
    Your blonde open hair falling on your shinning cheek bones.
    Your pink lips curling my lips into a smile.
    Your hazel brown eyes filling mine with love.
    Your presence making my rough cheeks blush.

    I never knew what love felt like until the day our paths crossed each other.
    Love was a dead word for me and your touch had blown life in it darling.

    I still remember how my dimples pierced my cheeks when you laugh. I still hold on to my diary reminiscencing your embrace. I remember how called me a bear because of my beard.

    Remember, remember, the day I bid you farewell. You made my drought eyes shed water.
    You were my metaphor , than my life and now you are the essence of my poetries. And here I am Inking about the bliss moments with you.

    I never knew what missing someone felt like until the day you became a memory for me.
    Memories were a word with no definition for me. But now I know the meaning.

    And honey , remember me as I remember you with every breath I take. Remember to come and give me a hug as I won't ever let you go after that.

    //And honey, memories are just the images of absence unlike love which is an album of moments.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 2w

    Pretend

    She was there hiding the frown
    With her smile , not less than a crown.
    She was there pretending ,
    Not grieving over his descending (absence)
    She can feel it all bending but she was quite good at pretending.
    She just needed some mending and
    And hand of love and care , someone lending.
    All her love was pending ,
    But love was all she was sending.
    Her route was wending.
    But she was quite good at pretending.
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 2w

    If

    //And honey, if the question is about freedom , I would rather be a caged bird filled with desires to fly than being a free bird scared to be a demons prey.//
    __________________________

    //And honey, I don't know why your questions seemed to be a concern but my questions were interrogation for you.//
    ___________________________

    //And honey, if the question is what's love ? I would answer it by taking your name.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 3w

    Different

    She was different from others
    When others were mere reflections
    She was a shadow of delight.

    She was different from others
    When others were mere lights
    She was the moon at night.

    She was different from others
    When others wait for rainbow
    She use to enjoy the rain.

    She was different from others
    When they all were mere flowers
    She was the wild one.

    She was different from others
    When they all were mere metaphors.
    She was a humming poetry.

    She was different from others.
    When they all were mere living bodies
    She was a beautiful soul.

    She was different from others
    When others were mere glasses
    She was a diamond among all.

    She was different, she was mine
    She was a maiden with crimson heart and a blooming smile.

    She was different , she was unique
    She was strong , she was sensitive
    She was weak but she won every battle.
    She was precious like an old wine.
    Classic and all mine.

    // And honey, I'll be your scarlet letter will you be my first love?//

    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 4w

    Cinquain

    //I weaved
    Metaphors of your name.
    Stitched my scars with rhyming sonnets.
    My chapped lips hums love tales from dusk
    Till dawn. //

    // And honey,
    The melancholy of darkness
    Will dissappear if hues of you
    Lights my monochrome soul with hope and love
    For me. //
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 4w

    #weather #wod #pod
    @miraquill ayeeee thank you for EC(7)
    This wasn't expected❤❤❤
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    @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites

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    If I were to be weather

    If I were to be weather, then I would be wind.
    Sometimes a cold breeze and sometimes leaving warmth.
    Curling into their fingers
    Cuddling with their hairs.
    Kissing the clouds and
    Talking to the empty streets.
    Hugging the tree's and caressing the leaves.
    Sometimes I'm calm and
    Sometimes I can be a disaster and
    Sometimes I can be their peace.
    I blow around all the time irrespective of seasons.
    I'm cold in winters and turn into fog.
    I'm hot in summers and turn into humid air.
    I'm cool in spring and turn into calm breeze.
    And I'm pleasing in autumn and turn into metaphors for poets.

    //And honey, I can be the wind blowing through your soul calming your chaos and warming your embrace.//
    //And honey, be my sakuras for which I can be the wind. Let us cherish our being.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 4w

    Life

    //Happiness makes life like spring.
    Smiles Bloom , agonies fall and ecstacy blows.
    But stays for short time.//

    //Sadness makes life like winters.
    Moods get cold and smiles get seasonal.
    But thoughts are like snow.//

    //Hope makes life like autumn.
    Crimson love beats , brown broken heart falls.
    But spreads belive of spring.//
    ©pink_berry

  • pink_berry 4w

    What matters?

    // LOVE matters the most. Love is like the showers of bliss on the barren land of heart which beats pain.//

    // TRUST is like the falling of autumn leaves which warms the heart. And once it's crushed under your feet , it never comes back.//

    // RESPECT is the empty sky without moon. Even stars of love can't compensate it's absence.//
    ©pink_berry