Miraquill
Self exploration is like self assessment.
A simple check on yourself.
Where you can judge yourself without any Tremulousness,
And with complete satisfaction and peace.
Only you know about your good or bad deeds, And only You can judge it better.
You might ignore it but When you glance into yourself,
You are at that point where you toss the coin and coin Is in air and in that time you know what you want and Where you are lacking.
©iamanshu
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आंखे सुजी हुई,
नीचे काले घेरे,
थका हुआ शरीर,
तुम सोते नहीं हो क्या आजकल?
फिर जवाब में मिला की "एक ख्वाब गुम है।"
Swollen eyes,
Dark circles,
Tired body,
Don't you sleep nowadays ?
Then got the answer that "A dream is missing."
#random
@miraquill @writersnetwork
©iamanshu -
MIXTURE OF WEIRDNESS IS TEXTURE OF MY LIFE.
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Two Kind of Person.
1. Who Leave Alone.
2. Who Live Alone.
©iamanshu -
If you're blaming,
You're not trying. -
Moving forward by betraying someone is like having a hole in the boat.
The boat will take you away from the shore but drown you in the middle of the ocean.
©iamanshu -
I have no preconceptions,
Whatever happens to me,
I give that thing a beautiful
Form of the word❤️.
©iamanshu -
Never give anyone excessive love, excessive care or affection.
Because human tendency is such that if we give more love, care or affection to someone,
Then they take it for granted.
They do not appreciate your love.
©iamanshu -
❤️
I like one thing about the problems that
They are exactly like the story.
They began because they end!
And eventually give us a moral.
©iamanshu -
iamanshu
17w
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The Matla(मतला) (Persian/Arabic/Urdu: مطلع) is the first sher, or couplet, of a ghazal, a collection of poems in Urdu or Persian poetry.
मतला
वो गुलज़ार की पूरी ग़ज़ल की किताब ,
मैं उसमे एक छोटा सा मतला ।
©iamanshu
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emashyyy 5d
I wish
we could meet
one another
all over again and
fall in love without
falling apart.
©emashyyy -
diplim
2w
Dear vain poetry
In the world's pragmatic eyes
You are ornamental.
In the core of my bosom,
you live as my God, my reason.
I have tried to uproot your
existence from my life,
I have tried to escape your
exceptional beauty.
Yet, then I know,
I do love you truly.
You live in my heart like a pleasant smell that
lingers.
You live like the obnoxious storm that makes my
insides tremble.
You are vain , you are words
you cannot even love me back
Yet , you are the one that holds
my hand at the onset of the darkest hour
of the darkest night
You ascend into my soul when brittle agony
pierces my sanity.
You don't answer at times, yet you answer at times.
Dear vain poetry
If there's love,
You must know, I do love you truly.
©diplim -
extrovert_tales_
2w
Read MoreDear you,
I know you have been desperately in need and desire of achieving your goals. You are in want to fly high with bold colours, you anticipated you were apprehensive at time, your memory tend to forget things...you might loose confidence, become pessimist, you might not to able to make your parents proud of your marks but remember you worked hard. You made them happy with your grades.
You worked hard, took all measures to ensure that you achieve things. I know you love and respect everyone.
Respect you aswell.
Its not about securing 99 everytime.
There are measures you might need to undertake which is not in your box.
Your capability. Nonetheless you tried.
I hope you recognise your talents in other fields, you respect your knowledge and time
Your parents are always by your side no matter what.
You might not leading the list of toppers but atleast you are more than average.
Your work and hard labour will show one day.
Recognize and accept yourself as you're.
No one is born intelligent, some skills are developed in the cycle of growing.
You have been grown and brought up too.
From 0 you came to 75, 80 92
You did.
Accept the work process.
Look upto others but don't be jealouse of them.
Have your opinions high.
Believe in yourself.
Embrace yourself.
Work hard.
Believe in god.
��©extrovert_tales_
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mellow_wings
3w
DUAL DECEIT.
Handful cuffed,
Countable repository,
of the uncountable.
crinkled stock of flesh,
deep frozen,
preserved in perishable
Palettes of accessories.
Stimulated senses,
hunting triggers escaping
Placid pauses,
shoving sinful hands,
thrusting on the chest of storms.
lends the abundant,
To the palm ,
Which counts the trivial fingers,
enslaved in its numbers,
The gift of immensity,
mishandled,
Misguided.
Heavens owns one,
Who know no bound,
homeless vagabond,
Courage decides,
How far they go.
Displaced owes one,
Who underlined territories,
belongs a possession,
which belong to none.
they exist in desires,
then long to live.
Is it due to dark ,
That you see light,
Or
Is it the light,
that sees through dark,
Is it thy spinned fables,
that encircles moral-ed humans,
Or
Is it those lived fairytales,
that got spinned with lies.
Is it because i don't know,
that scope of knowing persists,
Or
Is it because i swing across life and death,
that i fear accepting the known.
Is it the fear which fears me,
or just the thought of fear.
Or
Is it the valour of the fearless,
that challenges burnt spirits.
Is it cuz you exist,
Which is why i am here,
Or
Is it cuz i exist,
which is why you are here.
Is it the poem dual,
Or
Is it you,
Me,
all of yours and mine,
Nothing,
But
A countable bunch of contradictions.
©mellow_wings -
Someday, somewhere
A "new start" will whirl around me
Like a toddlers' faithful smile
Kissing my heart
A joy so bright
Struck by serendipity
That i might lose
All the landscapes
My last sunset(ending) had offered me
Someday, somewhere
A renaissance will take place
Another pearl from a shell
Will sparkle again
Maybe that day
For all i know, I'll reborn.
••|| for the place, for the people and for the memory I ended. ||••
-ru -
_firefly
5w
Read MoreServa me, Servabo te
~save me and I will save you.
If silence is all you have, I will understand the unsaid words sewed inside your lips. If you fall down from a cliff into never ending nothingness, I will extend my frail hand and our entwined fingers will be a knot of promises. If wiping your tears can evanesce the throbbing pain eating your bones, I will kiss away all your fears. If anxiety surrounds you, I will sing you sweet lullabies and let you cry upon my palms. I will bead your tears like pearls in a garland and wear them around my neck. If your tongue gets fluent in the language of mistakes, I will make sure to water your throat with correctness of mesmerizing collision of our souls. If all the butterflies from your spring sky fly away, I will plant sunflowers upon your shoulders to invite them back. If saltness of the sea water washes away your footprints from the sand, I will still trace my way back to you with the synchronised pulse of your heart, my heart. If demons of the night ever try to haunt your dreams, I will light twelve hundred and twelve candles to hush away the darkness.
If you ever lose track of joy and smiles, I will bring you self grown flowers and paint your face bright. I will pour all my kindness onto your wounds and adorn your forehead with kisses. If your scars are aching, I will be the one tending them with ointments of gentleness. If your chest is burning like the sun, I will be the horizon waiting with my arms wide open to welcome you home, to take you into my embrace. If you are the pale moon, I will be the dark midnight azure decorating your aura with sparkling diamonds. If you ever feel like disappearing, I will be your shadow and I will let you feed yourself upon the eternal river of hope flowing in my heart. If my love is your happiness, I will hold you, on your best days and your worst. I will love you without peculiarities. If all the love poets fail to write about our love, I will prick my wrist and write a your name with my blood, like the greatest love poem of all times. If poetry is your sanity, I will be your muse, I will be the fragile thread of metaphors holding you sane.
_firefly
#fadingforverbyfirefly @writersnetwork
This is the end.Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
~Pablo Neruda -
_serenity
4w
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Tw self harm.
I write as if to save somebody's life. Probably my own. Life is a kind of madness that death makes. Long live the dead because we live in them.
- Clarice LispectorMy scars heat up,
molten iron drips,
instead of blood,
Sweat seeps inside
and the salt chuckles
at my painful expression.
Anger revolts out
from my mouth
as numb silence.
My hands burn
from the cinders of
my flaming heart.
I cut my throat wide
lost is my sanity,
lost is my truth,
lost is my poetry.
My bones melt
into darkness,
into madness,
into stillness.
_serenity // you cannot hurt me if I kill myself. -
yoona21
4w
At some point of time we all get tired of answering the same question to people and just continue with a very boring conversation.
©yoona21 -
It wasn't me.
Never at all.
It was everything that I had to offer.
Not who I really was.
Oh! I was told, "I love you"
©anotherstardust -
Dull Blade Of Society
Kittens stuck in trees, they raise the national security alarm.
Sucking down cement through straws.
They took me to the vet, they tried to cast my paws.
Don't you see I'm bubbling off the stove top?
Snatch the reaper by his chest ribs, rip his filthy robe off.
Can I just live in peace, as a sharp blade attached to societies handle.
Flick my bic again, I dare you.
Turn I wicked clown to a candle.
©sebastian_the_heir
