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  • sagarsabharwal 6w

    फिर एक दूसरे को समझने लग गए
    लोग बोलते बोलते चिल्लाने लग गए

    वो लोग थे जो इक़लाख की बातें करते थे
    ये वही लोग हैं जो दिल दुखने लग गए

    हमने जब भी दुआ मांगी सब अच्छा हो
    हमारे अपने, अपने रंग दिखाने लग गए

    जंगल काटते हुए जब रात हो गयी
    बचे पेड़ों के नीचे शामियाने लग गए

    मैं एक बार उसकी और गया था दोस्त
    मुझे मुझमे वापिस आने में ज़माने लग गए

    वक़्त का ताकज़ा के घर छूटा, बस्ती छूटी
    फिर मेरे लोग भी हाथ हाथ छुड़ाने लग गए

    वहां, उस और सुना है बोहत बुरा हुआ
    उस जगह के लोग अहद निभाने लग गए
    ©sagarsabharwal

  • k_tanishq 6w

    कमियाँ

    हमेशा पूछती हो क्या मेरे में तुम्हे कुछ बुरा नही दिखता,
    कमियां देखने वालों को तो जो नही है वो भी दिखता।
    मुझे कुछ बुरा नही दिखता क्युकी मैं कभी तुम्मे कमियां नही देखता,
    जैसी हो वैसी ही अच्छी लगती हो मुझे तो इसी लिए शायद मुझे नही दिखता।
    दूसरे तो बोलते रहेंगे तुम बस अपना देखो तुम्हे क्या लगता,
    मुझे कुछ बुरा नही दिखता।
    ©k_tanishq

  • socialsaintshakti 12w

    तुम जानते तो हो
    पर मानते नहीं हो.. 
    क्यूँ मोहब्बत की कशिश को, 
    पहचानते नहीं हो.. 

    इश्क़ में तुम भी हो,
    ये नज़रों से बयां होता है, 
    तुम अभी आंखों की गुस्ताखियाँ 
    जानते नहीं हो..
    ....
    ©socialsaintshakti

  • journeyhale 18w

    Somehow
    On the other side of the darkness


    You were there.


    ©journeyhale

  • parishay 24w

    Picked up the pen to bring it all out
    To get over with it and never go about

    But little did I know...
    I was only giving it a chance to grow

    It wasn't at all helping
    Rather, left my heart, mind and soul yelping

    Being poetic about the 'if only's' dint turn out to be my cup of tea
    It was holding me captive
    Rather than setting me free...
    ©parishay

  • ajanish_3 30w

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    Je milna tan chal mil..,
    issi jahan ch..,
    jeaunde jee..,
    ehi halataan ch..,
    kache pakke supne leke..,
    Je milna tan chal mil..
    Ajj di raat.. sunni raah..,
    sirf apni do rooh'an ..,
    tere naam de shehr vich..,
    Yaadan vali galliyaan vich..,
    Ankhan cho mohabbat leke..,
    leke dil vich udaasi..,
    Je milna tan chal mil..✍️❤️

    ©ajanish_3

  • pramisha 47w

    Sunflower

    Of all the colors, she chose to be bright yellow
    Vibrant and glowing, like how her heart felt mellow
    She chose to be the sunflower of her garden
    Blooming as high as she could, facing the Eden

    Out of adversities, she grew, she stood tall
    Even in the darkest days , no tempest could make her fall
    She is the sunflower, radiating all the warmth of the sun
    As she faces the sun, she is no longer in shadows and is monotone

    She radiates at times the glistening gold
    When she stands so fierce and bold
    Even when her world sometimes gets black and grey
    Like she is drenched in the downpours of May

    She lingers her sweet scent in the soft breeze passing by
    Like she knows to kiss the sunshine in the September sky
    Oh how only she knew that her beauty is the splendor of eye
    Transcending the first rays of the sun, she knows to glorify
    -PMWORDS
    ©pramisha

  • ambivertquki 51w

    //Distinguishing Innocent Manipulators//


    Stop negotiating with my scars. I know it all carried inside the heart, taken place from the heart. Wanted a literal change externally and internally. Things that we are authorized to bring a new way to feel anything with new glee and spark. I couldn't repeat through what I went through such kind of horrible thoughts that once remain inside without sharing. To whom it could be shared manipulated to the down direction. A new courage is required to start a new approach. The strategy to minds to read is the same still, incomprehensive;
    so why is there need to scratch the scars from the start to the death.

    In between illusion, passive, loneliness, and lack of speaking had been existed. We couldn't fight against manipulators who are considered as the innocent but destroyed everything unknowingly. Ugh, we love to laugh over the mistakes a lot, right; especially at the time of need we love to be offended instead knowing the inner conflicts of others with their mind. Because we lived differently rather their living that we gave them easier than us.

    Finding positivity to have scars that needed the resolutions to be vanished for beautiful future and present. But not understanding the panic games inside a mind of a person, the innocent manipulators blames others back to see them flourishing oneself without feeling guilty because they sacrificed for them and we have no right to know what kind of real peace is needed. Doing materialistic approaches make us insane mentally and stuck back to an useless hope to see somebody understand us.

    Nope, no need to linger toward anymore mistakes. Others create stories. They don't get it. They kept many faces. Originality needed to be found oneself now. Being sincere with own soul, and not letting others to translate the silent person. We can go in trap in order to help others but others loves to mock back a lot. No more discussion is needed now. No need to rely on manipulator. A peace would be come definitely by easing the mind without creating scenario against others who couldn't get in mind. They aren't responsible for it.

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  • poemporn 53w

    This one is dedicated to those who lost a very special person in their life and also some of their loved ones in between 2020-21 due to Covid-19. I hope you all are recovering ❤️💕

    "उस पल में काश मुझे पता होता कि हम फिर कभी नहीं मिलने वाले हैं, काश मुझे पता होता" 🙃💕
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  • journeyhale 54w

    You

    You are the only person who can make me laugh while I break my own heart open upon the rocky cliff face of my own reflection.

    You are not just a person to me but a safe where I keep my secrets.

    You are the keeper of all I find wrong in myself, listening to me as I come to terms with the ugliest parts of my past and who I am.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    I am ok.
    I am back where the water is and where the soft mist engulfs, away from the biting cold and ice that scrapes the skin when you fall.
    Somehow, it hurts more than when you are warm and hurt yourself. It is a thud on numb skin that already aches from the cold.

    I am back where I can hear the waves roar, and they aren't within me.
    Where I can see them crash, but they are on the sand instead of over my head.

    I still have the bad days, but the feelings of drowning are less, and I am starting to be able to keep my head above water again.

    Depression is the shattering of the soul, the breaking of the mind. Your identity disappears, and someone less takes your place.

    I did not like my lesser self.

    She was bitter and angry. She was empty. She was a husk with a pinched brow who didn't know how to feel joy anymore.
    She couldn't find solace in anything.
    My lesser self strained under the weight of her world in silence. Always needing to do for herself, but resentful because no one could help.

    My lesser self created her own secret hell.

    My lesser self needed help, but it took forever to get the courage to say it out loud, even longer to actually go get it.

    My lesser self had become lesser because her brain lacked what it needed to be whole and functioning.

    It needed to cry for help. It needed to scream with its mouth gaping and fists clenched, "I AM NOT DOING OK."I AM NOT FINE!" Even if the scream was heard as a whisper beneath breath in the midst of unsure tears.

    My lesser self is still in the back of my mind, waiting for me to stop my meds.
    Like a monster in the darkness, with clacking claws and gnashing teeth.

    I will always have to fight that monster, to push it back and tell it that it can't have me today, it will not steal the peace that comes from lifting my face to the misty Coastal rain. It will not steal the deep breaths I take, allowing myself to be still and smell the forever green forest outside my window.

    No, you will not have me today.

    You will not take away the moments of peace I find, even if they are just slivers of the day.
    I will not let you consume me this time.

    Today, I will not be lesser.
    Today, I will be more.


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    I will always have to fight that monster, to push it back and tell it that it can't have me today, it will not steal the peace that comes from lifting my face to the misty Coastal rain. It will not steal the deep breaths I take, allowing myself to be still and smell the forever green forest outside my window.

    No, you will not have me today.

    You will not take away the moments of peace I find, even if they are just slivers of the day.
    I will not let you consume me this time.

    Today, I will not be lesser.
    Today, I will be more.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    There is no light here.
    Where I am there is no light.

    There is no flare from the sun nor kiss from a star. There is only darkness and the crashing waves of anger washing over me, dragging at my kicking feet in the riptide of panic...
    Back out to sea.
    A sea where hope and joy are so small and swim tightly together, a ball of anchovies circling in a final effort to escape the predators hunting them in my mind and my heart.
    A sea where cold blooded detachment glides with black eyes and despair can smell blood a mile away.

    My heart is tucked away in its stomach with random license plates.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    More

    I am ok.
    I am back where the water is and where the soft mist engulfs, away from the biting cold and ice that scrapes the skin when you fall.
    Somehow it hurts more than when you are warm and hurt yourself. It is a thud on numb skin which already aches from the cold.

    I am back where I can hear the waves roar and they aren't within me.
    Where I can see them crash but they are on the sand instead of over my head.

    I still have the bad days, but the feelings of drowning are less and I am starting to be able to keep my head above water again.

    Depression is the shattering of the soul, the breaking of the mind. Your identity disappears and someone less takes your place.

    I did not like my lesser self.

    She was bitter and angry. She was empty. She was a husk with a pinched brow who didn't know how to feel joy anymore.
    She couldn't find solace in anything.
    My lesser self strained under the weight of her world in silence. Always needing to do for herself, but resentful because no one could help.

    My lesser self created her own secret hell.

    My lesser self needed help, but it took forever to get the courage to say it out loud, even longer to actually go get it.

    My lesser self had become lesser because her brain lacked what it needed to be whole and functioning.

    It needed to cry for help. It needed to scream with its mouth gaping and fists clenched, "I AM NOT DOING OK."
    "I AM NOT FINE!" Even if the scream was heard as a whisper beneath breath in the midst of unsure tears.

    My lesser self is still in the back of my mind, waiting for me to stop my meds.
    Like a monster in the darkness, with clacking claws and gnashing teeth.

    I will always have to fight that monster, to push it back and tell it that it can't have me today, it will not steal the peace that comes from lifting my face to the misty Coastal rain. It will not steal the deep breaths I take, allowing myself to be still and smell the forever green forest outside my window.

    No, you will not have me today.

    It will not take away the moments of peace I find, even if they are just slivers of the day.
    I will not let it consume me this time.

    Today, I will not be lesser.
    Today, I will be more.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    The Dark.

    I know what the dark is like.
    I know how it feels.. it's grasping hold that keeps you from flying,
    from being able to take a full breath.
    I know what it's like to sit in a room full of people and feel completely alone in the dark that no one else sees.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    Interwoven

    You and I are a weaving.
    We wind back and forth, into and out of eachother's lives.

    Clashing and cringeing, wounding with harsh words and misunderstanding.
    Then reaching out again, unable to stay away as if we are magnet and metal, drawn back by a pull we cannot explain or control.

    Every time adding more colors to the warp and weft,
    strengthening the tapestry.
    Something so nuanced and complicated, outsiders can only see the back which doesn't make sense.
    All the loops and threads which separate and join in knots, unable to appreciate the picture on the other side.
    Unable to see the beauty of this craft that has taken up years of our lives.

    At times we have to unravel to come together again, but we have played at this before and practice has made us skilled.
    Sometimes set aside, but always taken back up again by invisible hands we are a cherished craft with memory and meaning.

    I would only be straight lines of thread without you to tie me in knots and weave in between thoughts, making me more of me while creating you as well.
    With your sardonic wit and fiber spell.
    ©journeyhale

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    Interwoven

    I would only be straight lines of thread without you

    to tie me in knots and weave in between thoughts,

    making me more of me while creating you as well.

    With your sardonic wit and fiber spell.

    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    Clean

    When you can't sleep so you sit and torture yourself with everyone you've lost.
    You sit with the grief and you feel everything.

    The rage, the pain, the emptiness.

    The pain just hits and hits until you are wrung out like an old washcloth you use to scrub the counters of your soul. First drowning and dripping in it until it twists and draws out everything you push down during the day.

    Everything just laid out in the bucket.
    This stupid bucket of sadness and anger that keeps dipping in this endless well where you can't reach the top and there's no bottom.
    Treading water until you can climb out.

    So many gone while the rest of us are left to clean up the mess.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    Impossible

    We are impossible, you and I.
    We explode and attract like matter reconfiguring itself, every time different but the same.
    We build walls and reinforce them with platitudes and jokes that touch the surface of things we'll never say because we are both too afraid.

    You, of change.
    Me, of rejection.

    Our boundaries are so damned solid that if we broke them we wouldn't know who we are anymore.
    This may be the castle that we will die trying to conquer, where the undercurrent in the moat drags at us constantly.

    I can't even say I want you. I can't say that I want to share your space and feel your hands on me.
    To breathe you in, panting and gasping.
    To drown in you because this chemistry is intoxicating and addictive.

    Some days I don't care about the consequences.
    God, it's like an explosion waiting to happen that is a bomb ticking into infinity.

    I fucking think about you and I hate it because you dominate my thoughts with your voice and your words.

    You're my downfall and the one thing I will never have.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    Love

    Sometimes I wonder what would have changed if I could go back and tell myself that I deserved so much better. That I could demand so much more. If I had the audacity to love myself.
    ©journeyhale

  • journeyhale 54w

    UNBOUND

    Unwanted, unworthy, unloved.
    These were the names I called myself like a grade school bully
    pointed fingers and looks in the mirror as I criticize every line and every pore that's never been good enough.

    I hate that reflection because in it is
    every failure that I have ever felt, every stupid word, every foolish choice where I ended up falling on my face in the mud.

    Flowers which I have collected in my shame bouquet which sits on my dining room table, their fragrance overwhelming all my rational thought.

    I am more than this body I inhabit. Somewhere under this shell,
    is my soul longing to shine.
    Where it yearns to have the freedom from that eternal critic.
    To live with grace.
    To become unbound.
    ©journeyhale

  • rachanhegde 56w

    Caged

    In the places that you choked me,
    He weaves pearls to decorate my neck.
    In the palaces that you kept me locked,
    He opens windows to let me fly.


    ©chanchan