littlestupid_writer

Unnati Swami let me think....

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  • littlestupid_writer 17w

    When you topple
    Your stars fell too, to guide the path towards the sky.

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  • littlestupid_writer 17w

    Was i the song,
    That made you turn off the radio?

    Did glimpse of past, hit your head hard.
    Immense pain of which,
    Made you, shut the door that
    Swings with the zephyr of past?

    Did your heart melted
    And turned down as water
    from the eyes,
    Splashing your lashes with the reality?

    Did your head started knitting us together,
    and suddenly the needle broke
    With compulsion of your hefty emotions
    And set the threads of our lives free?

    Was i the flower
    That made you hate the garden?


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    Was i the flower
    That made you hate the garden?


    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 17w

    There's an old portrait, in my room.
    Painted with devotion and grace,
    The colours are filled with more nuance,
    Than one could ever see.
    Yet, it has lost the lustre,
    As the love between the strokes of paint
    Has been wiped away by the time abruptly.

    Someday, my poetry for you
    Will wither off its essence too.
    Its aroma will be lost in the winds of time.

    Someday, your face will
    Dissolve away the colour of my poetry.

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 17w

    ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ
    ꜱᴛɪᴛᴄʜ ᴀ ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ.
    ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏʀʀᴏᴡꜱ,
    ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴩᴀɪɴ.
    ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟᴇ
    ᴏʀ ᴛᴏꜱꜱ ᴀᴡᴀy, ʙy ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀᴍy ᴄʟɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ.

    ɢᴜʟᴩ ᴀ ᴅʀɪɴᴋ,
    ᴏꜰ ᴩᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ.
    ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪʟʟ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴜᴍᴍy.
    ʙᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀy ꜰᴏᴄᴜꜱꜱᴇᴅ
    ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴄɪᴛy
    ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱʜᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ.

    ᴛɪᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴩᴀɪʀ ᴏꜰ ʟᴀᴄᴇꜱ,
    ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴꜰɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ.
    ꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴇᴇᴛ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ
    ᴡᴏʀɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ
    ᴏꜰ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ
    ᴜɴꜱᴇᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ.

  • littlestupid_writer 17w

    ᴛʜᴇy ᴋᴇᴩᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴇꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
    ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ.

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 18w

    Not everything i write, is to be exposed in the light of people's eyes. Some gloom words needs the love of my shade to express themselves. When all of a sudden, i wake up amidst of the night. My fingers don't move to impress the audience outside. Some of the words needs appreciation from the audience inside. And sometimes, i do want others to read me through the open window of serene yet stormy letters. I want to get tossed away with the wind of their care, but all the words get backspace due to the lack of metaphors and dull expression.
    With the fear of its raw smell, my feelings get heaped up inside me.

    There are emotions, people don't connect to. There are fears, people never know exist, that a person wants to reflect as mirror to avoid the marks on the soul, with a delusion that someone out there will capture the energy inside, and would dissolve it with their sparkling concern. But there are people, who still argue with the person, to avoid the spread of his negative thoughts. That its okay, if things eat you inside but you should always scribble pages with the beautiful quill of positivity. That if you are not ready to write, something good than better fake it than writing the melancholic poetries.

    If you feel, all choked after writing then what's the point of writing.
    Judging is easy, and tolerating is tough,
    If you don't know what going on inside
    Then shut the f up.

    ( Saw somebody, judging around people's mind)

    #disappointed

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    ᴅᴀyꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ
    ꜱᴏ ɪꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ
    ʙᴇɪɴɢ, ᴀʟʟ ᴜɴᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀᴇᴇ
    ᴡʜy ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴄᴜʀʟᴇᴅ?

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 18w

    Not everything last forever. ��


    @writersnetwork
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    My relations are
    Just surviving on the
    slack knots of threads, of silk.
    Hard grips, suffocates them.
    Loose will dissolve it,
    Like the bread crumbs in milk.

    The bonds,
    Get muscular with time
    Spreading love and trust.
    Mine, are tarnishing
    with moisture of toxicity
    As iron get rust.

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 18w

    ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏᴋᴀy. ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ?
    ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ yᴏᴜ ʟɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜʀ ᴩᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, yᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇᴅ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, yᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ ᴏʀ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ʙᴏᴅy ꜱʜᴀᴍᴇᴅ yᴏᴜ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅy ᴍᴀᴅᴇ yᴏᴜ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴩʜyꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟy.

    ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɪᴍᴩᴀᴄᴛ ᴏɴ yᴏᴜ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ yᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ʜᴀᴛɪɴɢ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴏʀ yᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʟᴏᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴩᴇᴏᴩʟᴇ. yᴏᴜ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟy ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ, ɪɴɪᴛɪᴀʟʟy ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴩᴀᴄᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜᴇy ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴄᴄᴜʀ ꜰʀᴇqᴜᴇɴᴛʟy. yᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴏᴄᴀᴛᴇꜱ yᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜʀᴏᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴩᴜɴᴄᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ.
    ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ, ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ.

    ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴇᴇᴍꜱ ꜰᴜɴɴy ᴛᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟᴡᴀyꜱ ɴᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴀʀy ᴛᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅʟy ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ. ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴩᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. ᴡʜy ᴅᴏ yᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀɴyʙᴏᴅy'ꜱ ᴠᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴏʀ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴏᴩᴩᴏꜱᴇ. ᴡʜy ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʙʟᴜɴᴛʟy ᴩᴜᴛ yᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ.
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    ᴛᴏ ᴀ ʙᴏy,

    yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ, ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ yᴏᴜ ɪꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟy ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴇxᴄᴇᴩᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴇᴠᴇʀyᴛɪᴍᴇ. yᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀy ᴛʜᴇy ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ yᴏᴜ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴇ yᴏᴜ. ᴡʜy ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ!! yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴ yᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅy, ᴏɴ yᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴋɪɴ. ᴡʜy yᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ yᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴄᴏᴀᴛ?
    yᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟy ʜᴏᴡ yᴏᴜ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ.


    ᴡʜy ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ
    ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ,
    ᴅɪɢ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.
    ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴩ.

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    ᴡʜy ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʀᴏᴀᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ
    ʀᴜɴ ᴀᴩᴀʀᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ yᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ,
    ᴅɪɢ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ, ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ yᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ.
    ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏᴩɪɴɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇʟᴩ.

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 18w

    ᴡʜy ᴡɪꜱʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴩʜᴀꜱᴇ,
    ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇɴ, ᴡᴇ ꜱʜᴜꜰꜰʟᴇ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ,
    ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ
    ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀꜱᴛ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴇʟᴀy.
    ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ, ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟy ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ
    ʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ, ᴡᴇ ꜱᴛᴀy ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ɢʀᴇy.

    ©littlestupid_writer

  • littlestupid_writer 18w

    Serene nights
    Unruffled moonlight,
    Sleek words, faded bright
    Flawless quill,
    Suffused with
    Some imperfect feels

    That's all a poet needs.

    ©littlestupid_writer