Miraquill
We separated because our souls couldn't feel the positive vibes of love.
© Eesha
#separated
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Why?
Why do children suffer the most when their parents get separated? We didn't do anything wrong. So, why?
©starryrose10 0 1
Depature Gates
Before the departure gates
Ones who leave and
ones who stay
only separated by
transparent walls and waving hands
Overwhelmed by the circumference
of farewell
Anxious by the possibility
of estranged
We looked into each other
as if looking for answer
all of the 'when will' and 'what if'
And there was standing a silence of obscurity
Then the glitters in your eyes
turned into glistening beads
Rolling down your cheeks
into my core of fragility
We held each other tightly
ran out of words
for futile, they would be
Sudden realisation came as of late
That time and space without you
Never could be filled
Before I knew it
A hollow inside myself
has already been built
©sisya_frida8 0
Departure Gates
Before the departure gate
Ones who leave and
ones who stay
only separated by
transparent walls and waving hands
Overwhelmed by the circumference
of farewell
Anxious by the possibility
of estranged
We looked into each other
as if looking for answer
all of the 'when will' and 'what if'
And there was standing
a silence of obscurity
Then the glitter in your eyes
turned into glistening beads
Rolling down your cheek
into my core of fragility
We held each other tightly
ran out of words
for futile, they would be
Sudden realisation came as of late
That time and space without you
Never could be filled
Before I knew it
A hollow inside myself
has already been built
©sisya_frida12 0
Unhappy Epilogue
Saudade the soul that
Walked away
Bidding bye
Thoughts stray
Passing play
Whirl the world
Wings are wide
Heavy and dried
Despair and tired
Mystic dary maze
Haze got me in daze
Wounds stayed
Promise betrayed
Desolate unseen
Burned and walked
Through the ashes
Delight of lies
Reality often denies
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mmbftd
80w
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Holding
I kept your trinkets
Your hand-me-downs
Your warm fuzzy sweaters
And wool socks
The loose black sweat pants
With the pockets
The plastic purple spoon
With a cute character molded into the handle. The one from that time you took me out to that frozen yogurt place and I didn't realize they charged by weight.
I'm an expensive best friend!
I kept all the gifts you sent after you moved away and assimilated into your brand new life. The one you painstakingly carved out for yourself, the one you curated with the help of some photos on Pinterest.
I kept the plastic fortune cookie with the gold and purple puzzle charm, the one that opens so I can hide my secrets inside it.
I kept the candy-pooping unicorn and I can't help but laugh each time I walk by it, it's sheeny plastic surface reflecting all the colors we loved.
I kept your hand sewn things, cherishing all the time your beautiful, pale, delicate hands put into them. I marveled at your attention to detail, your perseverance.
I kept all the gifts I bought you but did not send. The custom mixed holographic nail polishes with your name hand painted on the bottles, by my now shaky hand. I kept so many meaningful little markers of how I loved you. I don't know why I never mailed them. I was blocked maybe. In denial that you and I would most likely (and especially now), never see each other in person again. We'd never laugh together or cry together at things only the two of us could understand.
Because there are times for things and people. My time was before. Before your new life. And as you had grown and blossomed, I had stayed the same. Stagnating in my self made prison. Alone and lonely and feeling the loss of our deep sisterhood like a mourning.
Yet each time I thought of you and laughed, remembering our funny jokes, or cried knowing I needed to talk with you but didn't ever want to burden you with the same old issues...like a signal sent, you would message me. With little hearts and love.
And it always amazes me, our connection. I know you would say I'm never a burden. I know you would say I'm no bother, that you'd always make time to listen and help and cheer me up. You'd pull me out of my own darkness and into the real world again.
But there is a part of me that doesn't feel I'm good enough anymore. Not by your judgement, but by my own. I see what I am. What I've let myself become. A de-evolution of a once vibrant woman.
So I stir my coffee each morning, with that plastic purple spoon from the yogurt shop, in alternating coffee mugs you sent me. One with rainbow stars and one with that yellow sun I crave. Because only you know me truly.
And I sleep in your black sweats wearing your blue and green knit socks. And I laugh alone at our jokes. I smile when I watch other best friends on youtube, I laugh and then I cry.
And like a clockwork of the universe your heart emojis come magically floating in, just as I needed to be reminded...that this is only done if I allow it to be.
And like so many other things in our lives, maybe I shouldn't make this decision without consulting you first. My other half. My velcro twin.
I'll think about it. Until I decide, I'll keep to my rituals of trinkets and hand-me-downs.
They keep me sustained in your absence.
Always loving you.
Best friend.
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sritherun
99w
Virtual Hug
I haven't hugged you,
I haven't slept by hugging you,
But I felt the warmth on my every snooze.
With blush I woke up,
And solace myself, bae!!! We are not separated just loving from a distance
©sritherun7 0 1
Although we're separated
But Baby, you're so close to my heart
And my love for you cannot be quarantined
~ oh this isolationship
©sarahrachelea4 0
Time travel
The first call
That first conversation
That first good night
Expression
That awakening sound of my own
Hearbeat
Those conversation where you
blush
When your palms moistens
When saying good nights
Were so difficult
When the time shift from
10:00 Pm to 1:00 Am.
I remember the travel of time
When I was with you
Can you make me travel
To the time back again
Just once a time travel.....
Chirag Chaudhary
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aman__writes_
119w
shikwe
gairon ki mehfil mein yu jaya na kro...
tum roz roz muje tadpaya na kro...
is husn ki aag mein jal na jao kahin...
tum is husn pe itna itraya na kro...
hunr hai aapmein marham lgane ka magar...
tum zakhmo ko nasoor bnaya na kro..
laut aate hai panchi bhi sham dhalte hi ghr ko...
tum roz roz yu pta bhulaya na kro...
koi tufaan le na jaye baha kr kahin...
tum kashti kinare pe lgaya na kro...
jala kr roz aag mere dil mein ...
tum dhuan khushi ka udaya na kro...
uda rha hu patang kache maanjhe se...
tum raftar hawa ki bdaya na kro..
jaha sochte h sb muje jhukane ko...
tum sath milke mujhe rulaya na kro...
bna rha hu jo ishq ki imarat mai..
tum buniyaad uski hilaya na kro...
toot jaoge mujse door jane pr...
tum ye afwah muje sunaya na kro..
vakif ho chuka hu asliyat se aaj mai...
tum har kisi se yuhi dil na lgaya kro...
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Separation
My heart is bleeding with
cuts of separation, which
will heal but not completely !!
~A.Kashyap24 2
kiansh_
140w
Read MoreGanimat hai ki ab tu mere saath nahi hai,
Ya ise main apni badkismati samjhun koi toh bata de
Kabhi hum jude the ek dusre ke saath ab sama ye hai ki unse baat nahi hoti aur na hi unka deedar ho pata hai....
#saath #love
#togetherness #separated #nature #love #thoughts #poetry #friendship #lifeNaam
Acha lagta hai tera naam mere naam ke saath,
Jaise koi khubsurat subah judi ho kisi haseen Shaam ke saath
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nasin_nishant
141w
पपीहा
खड़ी कर देती हो तुम हर रोज मुझे कुछ ऐसे मोड़ पर,
जैसे जा रहा हो एक पपीहा दूसरे पपीहे को छोड़ कर।
©nasin_nishant6 0
tiethethought
143w
Read MoreLost in the woods
Long, dark, serene trees
Surround me all over.
The sweet chirping
Blue headed red beaked birds
Flocking together
Leave room for nothing
But amazement.
The chubby little
Gullible pandas
Swirling their way
Right through the bamboos
Leave one in awe.
The splashing of
The water puddles
Made by the calfs
Following their preachers
Towards a new world
Makes me think
How hard it would be
For the little ones
Yet they fearlessly
Carve their way out.
Walking by the old
Gigantic trees
One ought to feel
The pain they go through
When the reddish-brown leaves
Leave them
Forever
With the promise of
Never returning
To the roots
Which gave them
The chance to grow
To shine
And to make them proud
Yet here is the tree
Which
Stands strong till now
Giving shade to
All the creatures
But missing the leaves
Which were once
Close to it's soul.
~HJ
@readwriteunite @writersnetwork @mirakee @wordporn
#soul #trees #calf #elephants #proud #soul #separated #leaves #autumn #shade #animals #promise #roots #gigantic #pandas #bamboos #birds #chirping #wordporn #podLost in the woods
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***View***
An age-old wall of Superstition kept them locked and shut. For how long? No one knew.
One day, Little Education tipped forward and punched open the gates revealing a sea of knowledge in a beautiful view.
©caged_thoughts_set_free6 0
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4 0
Your words strangled me.
The way you ended everything,
It just shattered me.
©sauver7 0
_gyanada_
113w
Break Free
I want to break free
From my terrible past
To let go of all the horrible emotions
Which are holding me back
Suffocating my soul
Clogging my heart
Messing with my brain
Drowning me in the destructive dimness
Of my superlative ego
Caging me in the prison
Of self loathing and disappointments.
I want to break free
From the shackles of expectations and prejudices
To be who I want to be
On my own terms,
To mark my own existence uniquely
All separated from the ruthless crowd,
To run towards my destination
Without pleasing a soul other than mine,
To be the real me
Without any caked up fakeness,
To save myself from those deadly webs
Of rat race and success
Not leading to anything worthy.
©_gyanada_
