#enemies

290 posts
  • raman_writes 14w

    मजबूरी

    मजबूरी पता हो तो जंग में जितना आसान हो जाता है ।

    महबूब ही नहीं दुश्मन को भी क़रीब से जानना चाहिए ।।


    ©raman_writes

  • mignight_speeches 15w

    ENEMIES TO LOVERS

    We started as enemies
    But ended up being lovers


    Sweta Swadhismita
    ©mignight_speeches

  • amoghavarsha 19w

    Our Best Admirers Are
    Our Enemies
    Our Rivals
    And Oneself
    ©amoghavarsha

  • houseofnovice 20w

    [[Years]]

    [All these years
    all where I put myself
    were in the hands of
    the folks who devalued me
    in their best ways possible
    and vanished forever;
    me, left deserted, isolated,
    repairing myself, gathering myself
    pieces by pieces,
    like aggregating roses into a bouquet.
    Years passed and I'm still building myself,
    an incomplete me, still looking for
    the remaining myself.]

    < #wod #pod #wordoftheday #years #people #lost #myself #contact #connection #friendship #relationship #family #friends #enemies #broken #time #miraquill #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #readwriteunite >

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    Years

    All these years
    all where I put myself
    were in the hands of
    the folks who devalued me
    in their best ways possible
    and vanished forever;
    me, left deserted, isolated,
    repairing myself, gathering myself
    pieces by pieces,
    like aggregating roses into a bouquet.
    Years passed and I'm still building myself,
    an incomplete me, still looking for
    the remaining myself.

    ©houseofnovice

  • dheeraj_shandilya 26w

    Fake Friend

    Seeking that new trend,
    He followed the same.
    Putting a fake smile,
    Helping in picking tiles.

    Color I saw was real,
    Thinking of true one,
    Real situation by God
    Made him stand exposed.

    A goon seemed better,
    than one selfish guy.
    He lied I was sure,
    But it was required,
    To make me mature.

    The day I wept alone,
    He was not there.
    But the time he was alone,
    He did my care.

    Can't cover in few lines,
    Such of large angles,
    Rest on friendship day,
    Till then see the way.

    ©dheeraj_shandilya

  • samyukthan 30w

    மின்னலே மின்னலே,
    மின்னிப் போகும் முன்பு
    என்னைத் தொட்டுப் போக
    துடிப்பதென்னவோ..

    தூறும் மேகம்
    என்னைத் தூக்கிப் போக,

    வானம் எங்கும்
    காலை walking போவேன்!!

    Sun ல் காலை coffee குடித்து,
    Mars ல் நின்று breakfast முடித்து,

    Earth ல் இறங்கி
    மீண்டும் அவளை தேடுவேன்..

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 30w

    சன்னல் வழி
    மின்னல் ஒன்று,
    மீண்டும் மீண்டும் ,
    கவிஞனின் காகிதத்தை
    பறிக்க முயன்றது..

    எதுவும் எழுதாத காகித்தில்
    எதை எதிர்பார்த்ததோ
    யார் அனுப்பியது..

    ©samyukthan

  • spontaneous_flow_of_emotion 30w

    I prithee
    Give me strength to vanquish my foes
    And to separate me from my woes.
    ©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion

  • samyukthan 30w

    இது காதல் பிழை,
    நாளை மழை,

    பாலைவன மண்துகள்ப் போல்,
    மேகமே!
    நீபேசக் காத்திருப்பேன்...

    இது காதல் பிழை,
    நாளை மழை,

    நீவந்து சேரும் வரை,
    நான்,
    வேறொன்றி காத்திருப்பேன்...

    இது காதல் பிழை,
    நாளை மழை,

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 30w

    ஆற்றுக்குள்ளும்
    ஒரு நீல வானம்,
    அந்த ஆற்றுநீரில் சேர்ந்து
    அதுவும் வற்றிப்போகும்...

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 31w

    கேட்டும் கேட்காமல் நான் முன் போக,
    எட்டி நின்றபடி,
    கத்தி கத்தி, - அவன்
    கொஞ்சிக் கெஞ்சி கூப்பிட,
    அந்த கோபமெல்லாம்
    வெட்கத்தில் கரைவதை
    எத்தனை முறை முயற்சித்தாளும்
    தடுக்கத்தான் முடியவில்லை...

    அதையும் அவன் எப்படிதான்
    பின்னிருந்து கண்டுகொள்வானோ!
    இந்த காதல் நிகழ்வுகளில்
    எத்துணை அதிசயங்கள்...

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 31w

    நீல வானம்,
    கார்மேகம்,
    யார் செய்தாரோ இதை!
    ஓடும் மேகம் எங்கு ஓடினாலும்,
    அந்த வானமே வரும்..

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 31w

    கடவுளுக்கு கேட்குமா? என,
    அறிந்திராத போதும்,
    தினமும் பேசுகிறேன்!!
    என்றும் எல்லாம் பேச நீயே,
    உடன் வேண்டுமென்று!!
    உன்னை அடுத்து,
    படைத்தவன் தவிர,
    நான்,
    நீயின்றி படும்பாடை
    யார் உணர்வார்?

    ©samyukthan

  • samyukthan 35w

    மலை மலையாய் கதைகள் பேசி,
    மனம் முழுதும் எடைக்குறைந்து,
    மஞ்சள் வானம் இருளும் நேரம்,
    தோள் சாய்ந்து, கைகள் கோர்த்து,
    கற்கரைக் கூட்டத்தின் நடுவே,
    அதன் காலடி சத்தம் மறந்து,
    கடல் அலைகளின் பாடல் மறந்து,
    பேச வார்த்தைகள் இன்றி,
    பெறுமூச்சு வங்கி,
    எங்கே எழுந்து விடுவாயோ என
    இன்னும் பேச எதை எதையோத் தேடி
    மூளைத் திணற, கண்களை மூடிக்கொண்டு,
    கைகளை இன்னும் இறுக்கிப் பாற்றிக்கொள்வேன்,
    எங்கே எழுந்து விடுவாயோ என!!

    ©samyukthan

  • saumoshri 35w

    We were celestial enemies, born to destroy each other again and again. But what we realized quite late was that we were made for each other. Life and death, dark and light, one incomplete without the other. So in the end I fell in love with my villain. The villain who decided to save me instead of destroying.....

    ©saumoshri

  • kajalpawar2911 50w

    "A war looks better only on the battlefield, not in your comfort where you use your words just to compare, conceal and communicate with your fellow beings who are always bound to take your side."
    ©kajalpawar2911

  • nocturnal_enigma 50w

    * 602nd post; 76 posts till 678th (Target)

    * 29.8.2021; 4.19 A.M

    #Schizophrenia #Seizure #Insane #Madness #Mania
    #Scissors #enemies #egomania #worsen #hatred

    SZR = SchiZophRenia, SeiZuRe
    & ScisZoRs (sound like this)

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    SZR ~

    I have...schi-zoph-renia;
    I had few sudden seizures.

    I am very insane; Madness; Mania.
    Once, I sliced my thumb with scissors.

    I do still have insomnia.
    It’s worse than seizures.

    If I have enemies; Their egomania...
    will worsen; Hatred cut like scissors.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • arshia_gulrays 52w

    #drarry #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry Potter #draco malfoy and harry potter #enemies to lovers #potterhead #ginny Weasley bashing #ron weasley bashing #hermione Granger bashing #fanfiction #fanfic #lgbt #lgbt pride

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    What A Time (What A Lie)

    Part 3

    (I think of the night in the park, it was getting dark
    And we stayed up for hours
    What a time, what a time, what a time
    You clinged to my body like you wanted it forever
    What a time, what a time, what a time
    For you and I
    What a time, what a time
    For you and I)



    Draco's presentation was a success. He walked out of the La Rosita hospital with a sprint on his steps. Draco had worked too damn hard for where he was today. He remembers how he was forced to do community service making potions for St Mungos. Where he learnt so much, experimented so much. He managed to make and modify some potions. He managed to modify Skellegrow in chocolate flavour which was extremely difficult because anything could easily ruin that potion. He made cosmetic potions that could colour your hair without slightest bit of damage. He remembers that St Mungos wanted to take all the credit but Draco stood on his feet. Didn't let anyone steal his credit. He was to work with St Mungos for two years and in two years, he made a name in potions so well that La Rosita contacted them. La Rosita was way more advanced and famous than St Mungos. Working in La Rosita was an honour. He remembers when he was quitting St Mungos for La Rosita, who were paying Draco heafty salary for his potions work, St Mungos tried to guilt him into staying for free after his community service for free was done, saying he had to stay here to make up for his mistakes and all the people he hurt. It almost worked until his Slytherin brain started to work and he refused. He had paid his dues. Now he'll live his life. He left for Fance four years ago.

    After another success and a salary raise, Draco decided to treat himself with desserts. He had seen this mint green bakery yesterday and wanted to try it out. He loved bakeries. He always tried to find bakeries wherever he went in the world. Today, he chose this one to celebrate. He wished he could celebrate it with Pansy and Blaise, but they were off on their honeymoon and wouldn't be back for another week. So Draco entered the bakery with a smile on his face, ordered lemon cheesecake with a frappe. He was working on the next steps of the potions, comparing notes when he saw the cake appear.

    "Merci." He thanked before he looked up and then his world shook."

    "Harry." Draco breathed.



    Flashback

    The party was going hard in the Leaky. Everyone was drunk except for Harry and Draco who were making fun of others and their drunk stupidity. It was the day of their last exams, it had just finished and they all were here to celebrate as they were all leaving for home tomorrow. Draco was sitting so close to Harry, their thighs touched, Draco could feel the warmth spread towards his groin and flutter in his chest. They were so close, looking at each other leaning so close, they could almost kiss. Draco clears his throat and leans back a bit, then he proceeds to tie up his long hair. Harry stops him, holding his hand.

    "Don't. I like it better open." Harry says.

    "You do?" Draco asks.

    "Yeah. You look beautiful like that." Harry smiles.

    Draco curses inside as he tries to hide his blush. He lets his hair fall on his cheeks.

    He watches as Weasley frowns at them and Weaslette makes her way towards them.

    "Do you wanna get out of here?" Harry asks as he watches Weaslette.

    "Yeah. Where?"

    "To a park maybe."

    "Park?"

    "Yeah. I'm in a mood to swing."

    "Swing?"

    "Are you going to keep repeating words or can we leave?" Harry chuckles.

    "Yes, let's leave."

    "Good. Faster, she's almost here." Harry catches Draco's hand and leads him out of the Leaky and apparates them to muggle London. Thank merlin, Draco wasn't wearing any robes, just plain shirt and trousers. They walk in silence, hands holding still. Draco bites his lip. They reach a park and with an Alohamora, the gates open. They walk in the park and close the gates, Harry leads them to the swings. Harry leaves his hand to sit on one of the swings. Draco goes on to sit on the one beside him.

    "I don't think I've been on any swing since I was five." Draco says.

    "Really? Why?"

    "Swings are for children, ect."

    "You were a child."

    "Not for father, I wasn't. Mother used to love taking me to the swings set in the manor. He forced her not to." Draco said. "Mother used to laugh while she pushed me on the swing. She did it by hand instead of magic."

    He always told Harry stuff. He was as Harry got down of the swing and walked behind Draco. Draco laughed as Harry started pushing Draco's swing, playing with it as he pushed it in different directions, causing it to jerk. Draco got off the swing to playfully push Potter but ended up slipping and pulling down Harry with him, landing on top of him. He looked at Harry below him, chuckling, and then looking at him with his vibrant green eyes. He tucked Draco's hair behind him. Draco leans down, he couldn't help himself, he kisses Harry. And Harry, he kisses Draco back. Their kiss is like them, fierce, full of fire, desperate, burning and passionate. And right now, Draco doesn't care that they're rolling in dirt, Draco doesn't care about anything but Harry. And Harry's touches. And kisses. He moans as Harry pins him down on the ground, kissing him, his neck, his throat. Draco can't help the tears when Harry says words like Beautiful. You're so beautiful, Draco. Want you so much. Wanted you always. You're mine.

    Draco can't help the I Love You that leaves his throat, can't help the sob that escapes when Harry says it back as they lay there on the park ground, holding each other, clinging to each other as if the other would vanish if they let go, grinding their bulges together as they cum. He can't help the smile on his face as they go back to his dorm and Harry comes to drop him, hand in hand. He smiles as he kisses Harry goodnight.

    Draco remembers the next day, as he walked down to the common room with Pansy and Blaise, looking at Harry, smiling at him. He remembers as he was about to take a step towards him, the Weaslette ran towards him, grinning, hugging him, holding him close. He can feel the tears in his eyes as he watches Draco while he holds her back, doesn't push her away as she kisses his throat at the spot that Draco had marked him last night. Harry had healed the bites. Draco clears his throat, and walks out of the common room with as much dignity as he could muster. He refuses to talk to Pansy or Blaise about it. After telling them about last night, he feels too humiliated, to vulnerable. He can see that Blaise and Pansy are furious at Har- Potter. Once the train stop and he gets down, he can hear Potter calling him but he doesn't turn. He apparates to the manor.

    Draco maintains his shield for two seconds but as soon as he's behind the manor's closed door, he can't help it. He lets out a wretched sob. He sits down on the floor, hugging his knees close to his chest and he cries. He cries so loud with heavy sobs, cries like he hasn't in a while. He feels someone near him, sitting beside him, pulling him close. He smells his mother's perfume as she holds him close, comforting him, runing her hands on his back. He cries.

    End Flashback
    ©arshia_gulrays

  • darkmoon696 55w

    @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee_post @miraquill
    #friendship #friends #love #enemies #pod #wod #poem

    Happy Friendship Day to all my fellow writers on this amazing platform. And a special friendship day wish to all of those whom I have stalked for a while and vice-versa ��. I'm so glad that I got to read each one of your amazing pieces and I hope you all reach your destination and may the path be safe and fun too!!✌️ Have a great day today!!����

    @namastayaway @uttkarsh_15 @go_win_the_hearts @cosmicpoet @arcane_she @fatty_07

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    Friendship

    A once perplexed glance,
    Gradually turns into camaraderie.
    Once felt askance,
    Transforms into yearning warmth.

    Myriad of emotions,
    Shared amongst us.
    Few meant to be broken,
    Few incessant with a plus.

    Gingerly molding memories,
    As we revel in the present.
    Compiling our own stories,
    Till the relation's pleasant.

    Those that emerge sojourn,
    Hope you jol as you drift,
    And those that evolve eternal,
    Don't let that aura shift.

    ©darkmoon696