Miraquill
The experiences whatever they are
hurtful,
disrespectful,
ill treatment,
loathe mental
will never be hated as they shaped what you are today.
If you love the taste of you’ve become, you’ll treasure what cooked you.
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ink_whiff
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ink_whiff
133w
And today,
It was different
Nothing felt the same
I can feel the change in me.
I held my eyes up to those same skies to which once I cried then. It wasn’t me who cried today but the sky.
The sound of rain started to calm my chaos,
The rushing wind driven all my fears away,
The smell of the wet land soathed the trauma I’ve been through.
It was a while I felt this way. I missed the feeling of being free.
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ink_whiff
135w
I will not put my heart in someone else’s hand who don’t even bother to wash their hands.
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ink_whiff
135w
I stopped letting her in
not because she hurts me but the fear that
I might hurt her.
They say that love hurts unknowingly but I want it to give comfort, a peace vibe, feel alive and
get along in
every possible way.
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ink_whiff
135w
I wanted to hold on to you even if this world throws me away.
I never knew that you’ll throw me away into this hopeless world.
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ink_whiff
135w
I don’t know why you are still in my prayers
I don’t know why your smile still haunts
I don’t know why you are still alive in my dreams
I don’t know
I seriously don’t know how to stop your memories.
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ink_whiff
136w
Trust me,
All your questions
will be answered.
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ink_whiff
136w
I KNOW YOU ARE
BADLY BROKEN
BUT, I SEE YOU AS
WHOLE ABUNDANTLY
BUILT WITH ALL
THE BLESSINGS
THAT ARE ON YOUR WAY.
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ink_whiff
136w
Let it stay
Because I can’t
afford to lose.
Share this time
with me before
our story ends and
shared to the world,
Let’s live.
Before this world
teaches us the
right-doing and wrong-doing
as wrong-doing and right-doing respectively,
Let’s stay in the moment.
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ink_whiff
136w
The sheets remembered us being cuddled beneath them and asked for the warmth that they felt when I was sleeping upon them all alone.
©ink_whiff
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"U r stone hearted", she said
"A name written on stone
Can never be erased", he replied. -
whitewings
212w
What better gift than heartbreak to a poet...
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whitewings
212w
Every time he says he loves me, my heart races back to you with all it's might. Like his feelings are a threat to something I hold so close to me... you and your memories.
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whitewings
211w
I'm able to go about just fine without you for days. And then all of a sudden, something happens and I find myself crashing under the uncomfortable realisation that I've lost you forever. That you won't be calling me anymore. That I won't be hearing my name in your voice ever again. That I won't be picking up fights with you for no reason at all. And you won't be listening patiently to all that I rant about. It's killing to wake up to the alarm every morning, for there's no message from you anymore. It hurts to eat all those favorite dishes of mine because everything reminds me how you wanted me to eat a lot. It hurts to know that I won't be seeing the window of your room anymore. You won't be smiling at me from the other side of the screen over late night video calls. I won't be falling asleep looking at you. I won't be spending hours searching for the perfect gift. You won't push me ever again to go shopping and movies with my friends. I won't be trying and failing miserably at trying to make you feel jealous by talking about the jokes I share with my friends of the opposite gender. There won't be any more me, laughing hysterically over the stupid voices and faces you make. There won't be any more nights, I'd share snaps of my diary and my childhood with you. There won't be anymore calls where you and I would sing in the most annoying voice. There won't be any more me consoling you about the troubles back at your home and office. There won't be anymore you letting me cry and let it all out. There won't be any more you walking with me at every step, teaching me how to smile. It hurts to realise that I've lost you forever. Those eyes, that smile... That peculiar laugh, still rings in my ears. Gosh I had really loved you. I don't know what was all this for you. But I had really opened the gates of my heart for you. Should I be hurt that you always knew it was meant to end or should I be happy that at least I could experience all those emotions. Should I be hurt for it ended soon or should I be grateful that it ended soon. I really don't know. I'm currently at this strange mix of emotions. Where I only know one thing with surity, and that is I loved you. Rest everything is blurred and hazy and cloudy. Did you love me too, or was it a time pass or was I stupid or maybe too naive. Did you intentionally hurt me or maybe it was all unintentional. Were you the wrong person to love or was the timing wrong. Will I lose my faith in love now or will my resilient heart still hold onto hope and faith as it has always been doing. Will letting you go be easy or will it cost me my sanity, a few years. Were you really my godsend and angel as I believed you to be. Or were you the devil. My senses are tired and I'm out of wit. My heart tells me something while the world says another. My mind... Well, it's just too shocked to think about anything. Hating you would have been easy but it feels so wrong. I just hope one day I'll be able to take your name without an ache in my heart. And I'd smile at the days gone by, remembering how everything was just the way it was meant to be. And nobody was wrong, nobody was right... It all, was just life.
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whitewings
211w
I see people in love
and I don't feel happy anymore.
I tried to teach my mind
that I shouldn't feel bad
when I see others in love.
I might not have been,
but they're lucky enough.
But it doesn't work that way you see.
My heart bleeds with pain
and my head smokes in jealousy.
It's not easy to see someone live the dream
that once belonged to me.
I don't listen to love songs anymore.
I can't see people in love getting married.
It all brings nothing but ache,
that is too heavy to be carried.
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whitewings
213w
Writing is easy.
Just stab a place where you're hurting.
Sit...
And bleed.
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whitewings
215w
After all this time, I don't think I want you back. I've developed a penchant for missing you. I love listening to sad songs as I spend my evenings wiping my tears. I love staying up late and writing poetries about you, about this lost love... which now, I doubt, ever existed. I've fallen in love with missing you. And given a chance to have you back, I probably wouldn't take it.
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whitewings
215w
You know what a muse is to an artist.
It is something
that gives meaning to her existence.
Something that makes
her suffering, her breaths,
her failures and conquests
worthwhile.
If an artists consistently makes you
a part of her craft...
do you understand,
what a deep place
you've managed to steal in her heart...
Can you feel,
how achingly she adores you
with all her might.
And holds on to you
in all those silent spaces
where the light of the world
with wavelengths of wrong and right,
wouldn't arrive.
If you're the muse
she spends her nights writing about,
or painting through the noon,
until all the colors are kissed by the moon,
know that she has placed you
in a place that's safe,
deep... far away...
From anything worldly...
Anything that doesn't understand
languages of heart and soul.
She has given you a throne,
a crown...
somewhere so deep within her
that even her consciousness
doesn't tread that way.
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whitewings
231w
Everytime I was pushed off the cliff,
I thought the end was near
and prepared myself to die.
But midway through my fall,
'art' came in like a message from the Divine...
'This push was only meant
to teach how to fly.'
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whitewings
231w
And after you,
I will never know happiness again.
Everything I'll ever do,
will only be to avoid pain.
©whitewings
