263 posts
  • todd_towers 13w


    In slow halting jolts
    The truth unfolds in cold light
    I forgot myself

  • beensn 16w

    It is so surprising,
    That sometimes, forgetting
    Is more difficult than remembering.
    It is so surprising,
    That always loving is more hurting
    Than hating!
    © beensN

  • preranabarman 20w


    Zindagi ajeeb khel khelti hai
    Jisse hum yaad kartein hai
    Vo humein yaad nahi kartein
    Aur jisse hum yaad nahi kartein hai
    Vo humein yaad kar lete hai
    -Prerana Barman

  • mohsinaaftab 26w


    वो एक एहसास ही तो है...
    कुछ अल्फाज ही तो है...
    हाँ ये राज ही तो है....
    मत जाहिर करो...
    तुम् अब मत इंतजार करो...
    जाने दो उसको...
    बस बहुत हुआ....
    खत्म करो...
    मत परेशान करो खुद को...
    उसकी याद से रूह को आज़ाद कर दो...
    ये दुनिया है जानी...
    यहाँ सब फ़ानी है, यहाँ सब फ़ानी है।

  • joppans_murmuring_ 33w

    ചിലയാളുകൾ ഒറ്റയ്ക്ക് ആക്കില്ല എന്ന് വാക്കുപാലിച്ചു ഓർമ്മകളായി കൂടെ ഇരിക്കുന്നു. ഇതെഴുതുമ്പോൾ ഞാൻ ജീവിതത്തിൽ അത്ര കണ്ട് പരിഗണിക്കാത്ത ഒരാൾ മേശപ്പുറത്തിരുന്ന എന്നെ നോക്കി ചിരിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്.
    #മലയാളം #in memory of my departed mom. #remembering beloved ones.

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    ജീവിതത്തിൽ നമ്മൾ ചിലപ്പോൾ ചില ആളുകളെ,കൂടെ ഉണ്ടല്ലോ എന്ന് കരുതി അത്രകണ്ട് പരിഗണിക്കാതെ,വിസ്മരിച്ചു ജീവിക്കാറുണ്ട്. കാലം ചില വികൃതി കാട്ടും അത്തരക്കാരെ നമ്മിൽ നിന്ന് പറിച്ചുമാറ്റും. പിന്നെ തിരുത്താനാവാതെ ഓർമ്മകൾ നെഞ്ചിൽ കനൽകൂട്ടി ശിഷ്ടകാലം ജീവിതം കഴിച്ചു കൂട്ടേണ്ടി വരുന്നു. നമ്മുടെ ചുറ്റുപാടിൽ പരിഗണന അർഹിക്കുന്നവർ ഉണ്ട്. കാണാതെ പോവരുത് പിന്നീട് ഒരവസരം കിട്ടിയെന്നു വരുകേല.

  • fathima_sumaiya 39w

    Miss you CHINNAMMA

    The moment I heard that you died
    my heart was broken into two pieces
    one is filled with tears and heart ache
    and the other is your memories.

    I often awake at night,
    when the world is fast asleep and
    take a path in a memory street
    with tears from my eyes.

    Remembering you is easy,
    Yeah, I do it everyday
    But missing you is very
    difficult to bear the wound.

    I hold you tightly in my heart
    and you are still living in my heart
    until the joyous day arrives
    That we will meet again in

  • princess_diary 42w

    September Postcard

    6th September

    Remembering My Love

    You Are Someone Close To My Heart Yet Far Apart...Under The Same Sky And Wind Flowing From Me To You.... Although I Write alot About You My Love But Still I'm Loss At word When Talking With You...
    Shining Like A Brightest Star In My Dreams Making Me Smile To My Sleep...My Heart Hold Every Beautyful Moments....Making Me Feel The Luckiest Girl To Have Friend Like You Whom I love So Much....!
    Thank You For Coming In My Life...!!


  • puzzled_thoughts 42w


    Today, I am allowing myself to be a little hurt,
    I am allowing myself to be able to mourn for you,
    Because you aren't there anymore.

    Days, months and now years have passed by,
    But I remember your last laugh, your last voice, your last heartbeat and never heard a goodbye.
    You gave me strength , you gave me hope,
    But then you left, and I yearned for more.

    Some relationships are weird, yours and I were like one,
    You taught me all, and smiled through whatever little time you had, and went alone.

    Everyday day I think about you, your face, your voice and every memory where I could find and meet you again in past,
    For there is nothing left at last.


  • anjaligosain 45w


    When she was in the jaws of death
    She kept longing for her home
    The land was a land of war
    Where she was born

    They say she was a rich young woman
    When she was in her roaring 30's
    Digital world forgot to mention
    My grandmother who lost her history

    Her love, her dreams,
    her white color ambassador
    Her mother, her brother
    A friend who was a great believer

    That she will find her life again
    In partner who will calm her storm
    When she was in the jaws of death
    She peacefully laid in her home.


  • allmylove_kam 22w


    I thought of you yesterday.
    Sitting under the gentle breeze of your favorite spot.
    Sitting in your exact chair, I thought of you.

    Fondly, as a neighbor loves a neighbor
    Fiercely as a brother loves his brother
    Gently as a mother's kiss upon her babe's cheek.
    I thought of you.


  • exclaimer 49w

    There is huge difference between
    "Missing" and

    You will find what relation you have with someone or thing.


  • julie__ 52w


    Darling, I sit here shadow-boxing my mind
    Trying to flee the evening breeze so unkind
    Within the wanton existence of my dreams
    Understanding so well - late night schemes

    I now gaze in ectasy, the statue of everyday
    For you've awoken the pleasures of monday
    So, I ponder upon how to compose astutely
    How I feel - like rain falling on cells directly

    Darling, I have not seen all of my existence
    A face as breathtaking as yours, inductance
    Canisters of unopened tales rest on my table
    And I'm unafraid - with truth we will be able

    To reignite the satisfaction of ancient times
    And visit Romeo and Juliet in days of rhymes
    I am completely bewildered, by your beauty
    A palace of Jasmine blossoms is not as pretty

    Darling, whatever could be compared to you
    You're a queen above all like a mother's view
    And I'm powerless, as you roam in my heart
    Like birds and skies nothing can tear us apart

    Maths and numbers, like dying night lamps
    I calculate continuosly for your dear glimpse
    Pale and weary as I am, I am ideally beautiful
    In your visage, so I know our days will be full.

    - julie.

    #love #romeojuliet #lovestory #ancientlove #tales #darling #nature #breeze #memories #ancientruins #remembering


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    You are my Romeo
    and I'm your Juliet,
    Because in this kind of
    world we have met,
    Carrying a fate
    of forbidden love,
    And each other is
    one thing we can't have.


  • kevinosullivan 54w


    Lost is the paradise as a small child,
    roaming freely as if time was still.
    When parents were alive and married,
    summer vacation in a station wagon.
    Then it fades with age, desperate to stay,
    your own kids growing as young adults.
    Soon they will fight while Remembering,
    as grandkids experience this cycle.

  • akshadajadhav 60w

    Gone away

       10 years back, this day morning wasn't the same,
       Everything was just like running in the world of fakes,
       You were not there, but hope was.
       I had lost you forever
       But Still heart was not believing
       hoped for you to come back...
       You did come
        But things were running slow
    For Last time you've been there,
    But this time memories were running in mind
       And heart was beating with those heavy tears.
    Tears didn't stop, trying to wake you up didn't work
        The date wasn't the same,
    Its was unacceptable,
      I know you will be always there,
        but days will be low now
        Festivals doesn't have the same stories,
    The diwali lights aint bright enough...
        Mornings are not yawning happy tears out me,
    (forever secret of us)
        Noons are not having those vibes,
         Even evenings are not asking
               " WHAT'S GOING ON..?
        With that peculiar time..
    Sometimes when i wake up,
    i hope for the days same
      i know you are there
    I hope your watching us growing, falling, rising.
     Every drive of mine, always speak with me of you .
       There will be the time when we will meet,
    (I prayed him, we should)
       This one only in memories of you
      Telling you that you are always missed, always ...

  • marysew 61w

    “Walk Away”
    I bumped into my past today,
    It coaxed me to stop a minute,
    To come and play,
    Call me weak,
    But I savored its sway.
    It sure was sweet to remember why,
    Such a past I let slip by,
    No tears this time, just a sigh.
    I did kiss its lips goodbye,
    But I turned back to take a peak,
    For a glimmer of hope I did seek,
    It faded, so once again, call me weak.
    ©Mary Spotted Eagle Woman Roberts

  • glitteringmoonsign17 62w

    At the ❤same time

    I am loving you and missing you at the same time that is ALL TIME
    The time when I feel happy
    The time when I feel sad
    The time when I need strength
    The time when I am losing my mind
    Honestly, no particular time It's just I am loving you and missing you at the same time that is ALL TIME
    Millions trillions time I question myself
    Why did god took you so far away so early?
    Why didn't he realise that you had so many plans left for family?
    Why didn't he choose me instead of you then?
    Why didn't he see us without you?
    Again, no answers to all these questions come to my mind
    It's just I am loving you and missing you at the same time that is ALL TIME
    Numerous reminisces of yours come and go and again come back ..
    But I wish if you ever come back....
    Living like this without you is teaching me various lessons of my life..
    But I wish if you were there to tell me instead
    They say whatever happens, happens for a reason
    Then what's the reason behind?
    All I know in a current situation...
    I am loving you and missing you at the same time that is ALL TIME

  • porcupine 62w

    I remember you

    I remember the happy times that we had
    When I think of them I feel all warm
    Now without anymore I feel so sad
    I remember the hard times that we had
    When I think of them I feel so torn
    I should have only made you glad

    I remember the crazy late night talks
    When I think of them I feel good
    Thinking now I always loved our walks

    I remember the quiet lazy mood days
    When I think of them I feel comfort
    Silently staring in our own numb-like gaze

    But most of all I remember your voice
    When I think of you I'm still proud
    Because at one point I was your choice

  • sulagna2019 74w


    Subhash Chandra Bose is not just a name, Subhash Chandra Bose is a shining sun,
    That suddenly ignited the midsky of India,
    Standing eye to eye with the lofty darkness of British imperialism called out ....
    Give me blood
    I will give you freedom.

    Subhash Chandra Bose is not just a name,
    Subhash Chandra Bose is an unknown force.
    Energy that produces invisible electricity,
    In the veins and arteries of every Indian.
    From Kanyakumari to Himachal ...
    His voice echoed
    Give me blood
    I will give you freedom.

    Subhash Chandra Bose is not just a name,
    Subhash Chandra Bose is a hope.
    The dream of independence he planted ,
    Glowed vigorously in the eyes of every Indian ...
    He forced imperialism to leave India.
    Taught us to snatch away our rights.

    Subhash Chandra Bose is not just a name,
    Subhash Chandra Bose is the name of that emotion,
    Which could not be deleted
    From the hearts of the countrymen ....
    despite many attempts.
    He is immortal in the world mortals,
    he still bubbles in our blood.
    We are still waiting, Netaji.....
    When the radio waves will sound again ,
    The infallible words that pierce the souls,
    This is Subhash speaking.....

  • annroberts_74 75w

    If I ever forget my way I will always remember you and look to the sky and ask what would you do

  • shreyakheal 76w

    Somewhere in between
    I have found a lost soul
    The soul of that young girl
    Whose innocence
    Was prettier than today's grace.

    She used to love
    Herself in every mess
    She is my motivation.
    And I guess going back
    The chained memory
    Had a particular duration.

    I dream about those days
    When I was enough for me
    And now I think about this
    It actually sound like a mythical thing.

    This frequent breeze
    Of those careless days
    Reminds me what it was
    To smile without a good reason
    Long long ago
    Once I was a kid
    I wish for those days again.

    Those days
    When this innocent heart
    Used to find it easier
    To let go of the consequence,
    Her hilarious mind was the key
    To her happiness.

    I miss that girl
    Who never used to be lost
    In her own small world
    She was shy
    But she tried not to pull
    Herself back.

    I see her
    In the old photographs
    Her obsession with pink
    Still makes me chuckle.
    Her collection of dolls
    Was not that huge
    But they were enough
    For her throughout.

    She was never concious
    About what she wore,
    She never covered her face
    While laughing so loud.
    She used to sew the words
    Whatever words she knew
    To make something
    It was her way
    Of not thinking about
    Whatever else used to think.

    She was me
    So many years ago.


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