#room

306 posts
  • heetvyas 3w

    Locked in the quarantine room, I stare at the moving fan
    I can close my eyes to meditate, experience a deep scan
    I can open my eyes to internet, move from neanderthal to latest spiderman
    Yet, I keep staying with these white walls and the moving fan

    Even when you are not 'living', there is more life in the now!

    ©heetvyas

  • rishu1999_ 6w

    Hostel ka kamra

    इस 4*4 के कमरे में कुछ यादे बना रहा है हम ।
    यूं तो ये कमरा किसी एक दोस्त का है ,
    पर पूरे कमरे में अपना हक जता रहा है हम ।
    घर से आने वालो के लंच के साथ,
    मेस की रोटी मिला के खा रहा है हम ।
    सो भी लेते है तेरे बेड पर,
    उस बेड से यादें बना रहा हम ।
    अब समय तो कम बचा है , पर
    जितना भी है तेरे हॉस्टल में यादें बनाना चाहते है हम।
    ©rishu1999_

  • liepa_malijauskaite 9w

    Breakfast
    _________


    Early sun shinning,
    A smell of coffee,
    Seconds after,
    I can smell warm bread,
    When I come to room the smell becomes clearer,
    Orange juice, and bread with eggs,
    Coffee and an omelette,
    Many fruits, making room so bright with their alluring aroma.

    Every breakfast is this bright
    But the best one is when your family right beside.
    Making room shine.

    ©liepa_malijauskaite

  • nikhilkhandare 11w

    **जीवित कमरा और खुमारी में तुम!**
    सिने में कुछ अरमान हो बचे कोई तो बताना,
    वरना हवा का लेनदेन तो मेरे कमरे की खिड़की भी करती है।

    सुनी बातों पर विचार करने की चेतना बची हो थोड़ी तो बताना,
    वरना बस सुनने का काम तो मेरे कमरे की दीवारें भी बखूबी करती है।

    दिल में बसी यादों को मिटाने का प्रयास भी कर रहे हो तो बताना,
    वरना चीजे संभाल कर रखने में मेरे कमरे में रखा टेबल भी माहिर है।

    खुली आंखों से कुछ देख भी पा रहे हो तो बताना,
    वरना ये जलने-बुझने का खेल तो मेरे कमरे की बत्ती भी खेलती है।

    गर रोना आए कभी तब आंख से आंसू बह जाए तो बताना,
    वरना मेरे कमरे में मटका भी अक्सर बाहर से नम ही रहता है।

    अगर चलती धड़कन महसूस कर भी लेते हो तो बताना,
    वरना बेवजह टीक-टिक तो मेरे कमरे में टंगी घड़ी दिनभर करती है।

    खामोशी में भी खुद से बातें कर भी लेते हो तो बताना,
    वरना मेरे कमरे का अंधेरा कोना भी सदियों से खामोश रहता है।

    बस छोटीसी चीज है जो तुम्हे मेरे कमरे से बहुत अलग बनाती है,
    मेरे कमरे में सिर्फ एक खिड़की है और तुम्हारी सोच को तो कोई दीवार ही नहीं।
    ©nik_heal_khandare

  • miti_sengupta 15w

    Sometimes, on cold dark nights, I wish someone would pass me the blanket and turn on the lights. But then the moonlight fills the room and I pick up the blanket myself.
    ©miti_sengupta

  • writeweird 16w

    there's nothing as joyless as watching a poet struggle.

    -- unknown



    #poem #despair #dark #thoughts
    #free #verse #scattered #spiral
    #incoherent #break #painting #cold
    #room #wait #rough #draft #anarchy

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    crying for september: an incoherent piece by a fragile mind

    fold me in threads
    a thousand pieces alike

    carve me instead
    of setting the sun alight

    -- defiled.

    there's always more than i
    seek in my head

    if i hold my breath
    cut my throat

    i love you so

    maybe I'll kill myself
    next tuesday

    there's a storm on
    the offering

    by the window

    i wonder if this
    month will ever end

    how about tomorrow
    when it is sunny and
    bright

    all things considered
    i don't think i prefer the blue
    skies anymore

    maybe something more
    grey and tired

    like an autumn afternoon just
    before the winter

    whence the air is crisp
    and there's ambient silence

    like a painting you cannot
    stop staring at

    maybe it is september
    i cry for after all

    i hope it's not october.


    ©writeweird

  • giridhar1529 17w

    I pulled her down slowly on to the ground , into the room...
    Only to clip away her wings and destroy her from the inside...

    ©giridhar1529

  • writeweird 17w

    there's no title for despair

    as old as summer days
    and now i must grieve

    there's a morning to tend to
    another nightmare to cry

    that old tv occupies far too space
    in my mind

    collecting dust and silence in
    words i do not yet know how to speak

    maybe I'll talk to myself
    next tuesday

    there's a storm on
    the offering

    they say walls can listen
    you scream

    but no one ever visits this
    rusty old house

    where the night falls ever
    the same

    and people go to sleep
    as if nothing has ever happened

    perhaps it's not my story
    that the world cares for

    nor am i his favorite child and
    the thought scares me

    what if there's no one
    to pray to

    on a day you have much
    to pray for


    ©writeweird

  • lollipop71 24w

    Who Could It Be?

    The darkness of the room is welcoming me to ponder
    And I see that I yearn for the quiet of the night and the
    Darkness finds me sitting in the corner of this room
    Rocking back and forth wishing and praying to be left with
    Only myself.
    The dark room where there should have been only me,
    Appeared to be another being lurking in the dark.
    A noise startled me suddenly, when in front of me a
    Ghost held the night. Then came what I thought to be
    footsteps? Could it be someone else is in the room?
    ©lollipop71

  • mickyjfoster 24w

    I left the lavender  painted room of our love
    Cracked walls of old memories,
    Board windows of the unwanted broken entries.
    Outgrown twin beds of lust, trust, and fuss.
    Mirror reflection of the truth vs the lie
    Lastly, a pillow with sponge laughs and fluff goodbyes.
    ©mickyjfoster

    #left #pod #wod #farwell #things #love # pieces #room #changes #thoughts #lavender
    @miraquill @miraquill_assistant @repost @writersnetwork @readwriteunite

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    Farewell

    I left the lavender  painted room of our love
    Cracked walls of old memories,
    Board windows of the unwanted broken entries.
    Outgrown twin beds of lust, trust, and fuss.
    Mirror reflection of the truth vs the lie
    Lastly, a pillow with sponge laughs and fluff goodbyes.
    ©mickyjfoster

  • aditya_jain_07 24w

    Honest try

    Whatever you want to do,
    Just give it an honest try
    and
    see for yourself the sky moving.
    ©aditya_jain_07

  • anjalijaman_ 33w

    There's nobody in the room, I might cry !
    ©anjalijaman_

  • neckkisses 33w

    I am very jealous of everything in your room
    the walls that know your secrets
    the mirror that gets to see you everyday
    the comb that untangles your hair
    the books that feel your touch

    I am very jealous of everything in your heart
    the dreams you care about
    the memories you sleep with
    the fears you hide inside
    the hopes you live with

    I am very jealous of everything in your life.
    EVERYTHING.


    #love #envy #jealousy #room #heart #life

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    I am very jealous...

    I am very jealous of everything in your room
    the walls that know your secrets
    the mirror that gets to see you everyday
    the comb that untangles your hair
    the books that feel your touch

    I am very jealous of everything in your heart
    the dreams you care about
    the memories you sleep with
    the fears you hide inside
    the hopes you live with

    I am very jealous of everything in your life.
    EVERYTHING.


    ©neckkisses

  • happypenning_sad 33w

    My room

    My room is as strange as its resident. The window grills are rusted and full of dust but still makes the sun rays form a pattern on the floor. On the days I am gloomy and sad, I doodle on the linen cloth spread out on the table and lean over the scribbled walls. They are as old as me, but bear my signs of childishness, happiness, achievements and desire. The walls have my crayon drawings, my family photos, the framed certificates and medals hung on the nails drilled carefully over it to cause least pain. It also has the pictures of my favorite K-Pop Idol, whom I desire to meet one day in my life. How interesting are these inanimate things as such? Everything has evolved and revolutionised in my room. My desk with books and notes have been replaced with Laptop and Tablet. The wardrobe shelf full of my sister's clothes are now free for my use as she got married. But I can still smell the scent of my mom's jewellery and the book gifted by my dad. All of these are safely stored in my room. Interiors may change but not my room itself. While I pen this, I just realized that my room is a reflection of my life.
    ©happypenning_sad

  • anushiie 33w

    The room at the corner of all

    The room is in the corner of them all. It's not mine, it's someone else's bedroom, but every once in a while you need a place that's quiet and let's you whisper your own song of melancholy, without asking if you are okay, if you need a little help: and this room was it. So I lent it, in my own house, for three hours. I needed to let go of my anger, I thought. But my anger, if I'm quiet to it, if I don't fight with it, teaches me things that inspiration never could. I sit in this room and string the perfect lines of muse and there's a tear and there's some hope but mostly it's the song that she and I wrote.

    ©anushiie

  • lollipop71 33w

    My Room

    My room holds little comfort anymore,
    And is no more my safe haven.
    Impossible to get away from the nightmares
    Lingering in the air of my once safe haven.
    His presence I seek no longer for the trust
    Has been broken within the walls of my room.
    The discomfort and sadness forever in my soul.
    That I wish I could carry to the moon and not home.
    My Room
    ©lollipop71

  • charithaburri 34w

    My Room

    My room is as empty as I am.... The darkness within has been a root of passing light....I have failed and it always succeeded in convincing me for one more time.... I was supposed to clean it and but it cleaned all the scrap I carried within....
    ©charithaburri

  • ananyasree 34w

    A Room

    Room doesn't mean a space with four walls
    It is based on person
    In my terms
    Room where you will have privacy
    Time for yourself
    Sanctuary when you feel need to be alone and escape from everything
    Noone to judge, you can do whatever you want
    A piece in a mind can also be a room where you can think whatever you want and you can be whoever you want....
    It can be a temporary room.

    ©ananyasree

  • ellevie 34w

    Room

    My room represents all
    that I hope for,
    all of my wishes
    and dreams all piled
    up in one room.

    A room full of
    books that help me
    travel all the places
    I wish to go
    many years from now.

    A room with a
    table to help me
    write and organize all
    of the plans that
    I have in life.

    A bed where I
    get to endlessly dream
    of the life that
    I would want to
    live in the future.

    A door where I
    can begin to take
    a step forward in
    achieving all of my
    life's hopes and dreams.

    ©ellevie

  • sammiegirl 34w

    This was for the contest but I only have basic membership. Please consider reading. #contest #room #poetry #rhyme #symbolic

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    It's not what it seems

    My room is me
    But its not
    My room you see
    But only a spot
    My room is clean
    My room is messy to top
    Certain parts of my room
    Are easy to read to humans
    I complete games like a bot
    My room is need
    But it is also want
    A depleted battery
    To be plugged into its slot
    I am able to be free myself when
    My door is locked
    Time always goes on but only
    The alarms goes off
    A skill to be picked up
    A spill for everything dropped
    My room is writing
    My room is art
    My room is stop to something used
    My room is the something to a start
    You can be in my room
    You will understand my room
    But as for me you will not

    ©sammiegirl