Miraquill
KUCH HADSE
KUCH HADSE MAR DETE HAI...!!!!
JARURI NHI SANS LETA HUA INSHAN ZINDA HO...
©amitsatapathy_
#quite
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Daulat
Tumhari Sabse badi daulat na
Tumahara waqt hai
Jisse bhi de rahe ho badi soch samjh kar dena
Lautta Nahi hai
©amitsatapathy_5 1
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melisa1_2
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unbeknownst
11w
Regret
I never regret being a good person to you.
Because my behaviour had already told you everything about me.
And your behaviour had taught my enough about you.
©unbeknownst7 0
#जाने कितने है ?
मेरी जान को रोने वाले,,,न जाने कितने है ??
मुझे दुख देकर हंसने वाले,,,न जाने कितने है ??
अपनों की दुनियां में,,,मतलबी कितने है ??
हर बात पर फायदा उठाने वाले,,,न जाने कितने है ??
यूं मुंह पर बढ़आई करने वाले,,,न जाने कितने है ??
पीठ में छुरा घोंपने वाले,,, न जाने कितने है ??
©alonestar113 1 2
Storm and the Quite!!
So much going on inside ,
Yet not a whisper of it outside.
A storm ravaging beneath the surface,
And not a sign of it on the face .
Wanting to shout out like a wounded beast,
Instead keeping calm in a feast.
Falling apart in the mind ,
Standing tall and high outwind.
©abhibdPhoto By Michael Dam on Unsplash11 0 1
Pain shattering heart like mirror,it's broken pieces piercing my soul, making me scream in my silent groan.
©inkandfable670Photo By Mathias P.R. Reding on Unsplash47 4 13
Quite
The crust was smooth !!!
Seemingly clam and quite...
But, beneath boiled the lava...
In the core, everything was unsettled...
The undercurrent were hidden...
By that slim blue film of water...
Yet preparing for tsunami eruption...
Thee was judged by his face...
Irrelevant, every second he fought...
A war within...
To prove to the world that...
He is quite and clam ...
As he knew the eruptions...
Will melt the cacophony voices...
Judging him every second...
Instead he choose to remain quite¡¡¡
©माही
©blue_nib8 0
You are born to cry♥
You shouldn't be an inner stressed
If you feel to cry
Then openly and loudly you can cry
Because no open can replace your own pain
Then better don't think of why you shouldn't cry!
©hoorbanu98
《 23-11-2021 》11 0
Some lips were hushed, saying that it was not just, and what happened is past, don't get vexed, just maintain your sangfroid. The ones who tussled, and screamed their torment, were labelled as blatant. But the images kept on, surrounding her mind and her quite shrieks accompanied her to the graveyard of cessation.
©rehnumai10 2 3
- heartsease This is poignant. Loved the choice of words here
- rehnumai @heartsease thank you so much dear☺☺
Nothing will do good if you consume/take more than your limite not even 'Love'...
©lucifer_morningstar666Photo By Viktor Forgacs on Unsplash15 0
My quite
I don't shout my scream not because of fear
Not because of loneliness
I don't shout my scream
Cause i know all scream just will end up as echo
Never important and change nothing
I keep my quite and silence
Because i know my quite and silence are my blanket
A blanket that protects me from all monster under my bed
©rahmahdi21 0 1
#silentscream
You put me down
I was your clown
I was the joke
That you had broke
I'm just like you
My bloods red too
You beat me down
Into the ground
Day after day
What did you say?
That I'm worthless
That I'm useless
Like a bad dream
It's a silent scream
What did you find?
You'd think I'd mind?
The confinement
Of derangement
An' enslavement
Your punishment
The pain you sent
Vicious intent
Malefacent
Was my torment
You're no different
Just ignorant
Without a soul
Callous an' cold
Playing a game
You'd place the blame
It was my fault
For the assault
I couldn't cope
Without no hope
You're hurting me
Repeatedly
Abusing me
On purposely
I can't fight back
I can't attack
Like a bad dream
It's a silent scream
©Likwidsay108 0
strangestranger
31w
Read MoreShe always keeps quite ,
and never drops that smile ,
attached to her face with super glue ,
But her eyes keeps shouting,
all day long .
Her eyes ,
Pleading to be saved ,
Asking for help,
with crimson lines of misery ,
making them more ornamental ,
more miserable !
Z
#quite
#wod
@miraquill
@writersnetworkZ
©strangestrangerPhoto By Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash7 0
"After all these years why do you still get silent? Whenever he calls you.!" Her friend asked
"Because I still skip my heartbeat whenever he calls" she thought smiling quietly..
©jagruti_patil3010 2 1
A Quite Place
I often felt like singing my heart out
But often let silence fill the air instead
Of my voice. I always fear someone will hear me singing too loud in the apartment. I fear my nieghbors will hear and make fun of my voice. Saying, "Do you hear that poor animal howl in pain? Sounds like thier dying." My voice shrivels up to just whispers that are insync with the musics lyrics. Even then I'm told to shut up. There was a time I didn't care who heard me. I was confident enough to sing just about anything. I'd yell and holler with soul. I use to hear the neighbors give me applause outside my window after a vigorous concert. Though I don't think I'm any good. People have told me I had a good voice. I can mimic who ever I put my vocals to. Songs that I like to sing play on the radio and I just want to belt it out but others opinions have silenced me. Although I'm sure it surprises people to hear me sing. In this quite place, I imagine my voice loud, as I silently word the lyrics with my mouth and feel the notes rise and fall in my head and throat. How the artist emphasized certain words. I memorized so many lyrics. At least nine hundred songs. A little bit of everything. I want to sing out loud but find I'm silenced. Even when I'm utterly alone I find my vocal cords have been sniped by me for the reason someone might hear me and shush me. When singing was a way for me to relieve stress and it brought me joy. I feel somehow diminished.
©Likwidsay109 0
pink_berry
31w
Read More~silence is my secret weapon to win a losing battle. And my words are my armour , to save me from ruining myself~
#quite #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #aalowrites @inquisitorQuiet screams
Late in the night at 3:00 am
My mind goes wandering here and there .
My eyes are bloodshot.
My heart could barely bear.
Everyone's sleeping and then there me ,
Fighting battles with my thoughts
Struggling to close eyes and sleep.
I turn from left to right and right to left.
I crumble my blanket and throw it away.
Then I feel frightened, and then I wrap myself under my blanket.
I feel like screaming out loud.
Yelling at everything that makes me angry.
Crying to the core and not whimpering silently.
But all I do is stay quite.
Keep all my emotions inside.
They run a cyclone waiting to get of my soul.
But I hold it back.
I hate expressing myself.
Neither to the close ones nor to strangers.
I talk a lot . But I'm equally quite.
I can bring a flood of words ,
I can bring a tsunami of tears.
I can be as silent as a grave.
And I can be as quite as a forest.
~ And honey, my silence doesn't stand for my weakness. It's just that I'm being kind towards you , by not uttering your reality ~
©pink_berry59 30 17
- tortoise Caption and the poem. Just raw and perfectly done ✅
- tortoise @cosmicpoet yes the title should be corrected. I guess it's autocorrect fault. Quiet ko usne quite kardiya
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pink_berry
@emashyyy thenkuuu shoo much honey!
@lovethatneverfades
@cosmicpoet thenkuuu mussu
@crystal_snow thenkuuu snow
@tortoise thenkuuu shoo much turtle - pink_berry @cool_buddy45 Awhh thenkuuu shoo much honey! Means a lot rizu !
QUIET
I tried to scream my thoughts so loud,
But in the end no-one was left around.
-sanskriti verma
©love__writer___0812 0
The nicest and meanest person one can meet is thyself.
Heart beating on my ears
Mind abandoned, eyes dropping tears.
Staggering question Why am I here?
To run was weak
Yet, staying was like a dog with a muzzle
Can Bark; Can't bite.
Within my tormented mind
Havoc I speak within to me
I can barely recover,
Guess owe it all to past that still haunts me
A monster that haunts itself.
I can do me, barely.
A paradoxical chant:
You're not me.
©karasi_0v0a0r0gPhoto By Angel Luciano on Unsplash11 0
I'm the phases of moon,
Changing in tranquility,
Unnoticed.
Transforming the scriptures of silence
that screams loudest fading the voice of own.
©infectiouswordspoetryPhoto By Alexander Andrews on Unsplash12 1
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madan1
Dear writer,
We read your creations, they are very unique. We would like to invite you to participate in our new book. The book will be published with your name and copies of it will also be given to you.
for more information contact.
Thank you
Insta - hatchegg_publication
Mail : hatcheggpublication@gmail.com
strangestranger
34w
Read MoreShe always keeps quite ,
and never drops that smile ,
attached to her face with super glue ,
But her eyes keeps shouting,
all day long .
Her eyes ,
Pleading to be saved ,
Asking for help,
with crimson lines of misery ,
making them more ornamental ,
more miserable !
©strangestranger
Z
#quite
#wod
@miraquill
@writersnetwork©strangestranger
ZPhoto By Velizar Ivanov on Unsplash2 3
- samanshakreen Beautiful
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strangestranger
@samanshakreen
Oh thank you so much - samanshakreen @strangestranger My happiest pleasure
