not in a mood to read or write .
#silenceThank you so much for the kind repost @writersnetwork
Heart aches tiptoed to kiss the loveWhen silence slaughtered the relationshipLosing words somewhere in the carnival of fallacies,ardency hid in the corner of lips,letting the hopes fall from eyes©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#wandererThank you so much for the kind repost @writersnetwork
Am i a wanderer No that wind who sleeps in the hammock of my long wavy locks is a wanderer . Some sand grains sit on the carpet of the warm wind and form another dune like those adults who build the castel of their dreams leaving the nest of wizened parents behind . Am i a wanderer No that imbecile cerulean water is a wanderer who sings lullabies to me.She crosses millions of pebbles , get hurt thousands of times by the small stones,fenced by the long bridges and eventually commingle with briny ocean losing her identity like the humans who taste their sweat and tears , fight with fears , sell their glee for living in an acquisitive society only to get buried deep in the ground with an epitaph inscribed on the tombstone. Am i a wandererNo that smile is a wanderer who jumps from lips to lips holding the hands of her amour euphoria. But when the euphoria abandons the love, leaving the desolation behind smile dies on the lips letting the tears fall from eyes like the ephemeral spring of young love who touches every heart on the page number 16 and stain the pages with the 21st fall leaving wisdom behind.©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#questionsThank you so much for the like ❤️ @writersnetwork
I sat under the sky counting twinkling stars wearing my favourite pink sneakers. My icecream was melting and staining my white frock while my mind was drawn to a boy who was secretly staring at my icecream gulping the saliva.I took small steps towards him and asked "you want this? " he sighed and hide his urges behind his fake smile. That day i realized even a simple icecream can be someone's dream. I checked myself in the mirror for the 15th time and complained "mom I don't like apricot skirts I won't wear it." I was going to my school when I saw a old women shivering in the cold,covering her hands with her torn shawl the cruel cold wind drying her tears.That day i realized the piece of cloth I am eschewing can be someone's wish.I glared at my father and complained " how many times i have to tell you that don't interfere in my matters ? And went out from my home "I saw a girl crying wearing a black overcoat.Her brown locks swaying in the wind,with puffy eyes she was screaming "comeback dad. "The wind of realization hit me hard,the father's love i am denying to accept can be someone's fantasy too . Why god shower golden dust over barons flooding the veins of vagrants with desires?Why moon has zillions of stars while sun roam around the sky all alone ?Why fruits are destined to fall while flowers are always plucked with care ?Why beauty is choosen over heart ?Why the loafers born golden spoons while dreamers always struggle?Why the beguiling lies are picked over the harsh truths?©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#unnoticed #startThank you so much for the kind repost @writersnetwork
I am the midnight of forgotten memories you hide behind the melodies of your favourite music. The colour of your skin you stash behind your enchanting faced.The sleepless nights you tuck behind your blueth wet pillows.And when the sufferings fastens the knots of regrets around your neck I fall from your eyes and smudge the smiles resting on the pages of your present. "I am an unnoticed dearn emotions you beg every one to notice in your eyes "I stand on the tip of your tongue sometimes with the shirty sun of anger, sometimes holding the oceans in my eyes longing to fall on your lips, sometimes like the impish clouds ready to sprinkle the rain of euphoria and sometimes like the cold zephyr yearning to kiss the rose tinted cheeks of your suitors .And you twist your tongue coercing me to slide down into your womb with some bruises and scratches . " I am the unsaid words you long to speak" I roam around the the cosmos weaving memories on the edges of fantasies, storing them inside the jars of glass along with the stars of scars .I stare at your brown skin adorned with a white a gown and a dreamy smile pasted on your lips, eyes admiring my orbs filled with tears when you take the steps towards me crossing the long winter wearing the anklet of promises holding the springs ,stowing the sakuras of glee in my hairpins. "I am an exquisite unpainted scenery your eyes always desire to see "©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
I am so sorry as i am not reading anyone's post here from last week. I am busy with my exams and not getting time for anything. So i am really sorry. I will read you all soon . I am missing some tags too.i am not even replying to some comments. Believe me i am not ignoring anyone . Y'all are my family. Sorry i will try to read you all soon . Have a nice day y'allJen
#free #lameThank you so much for the EC @miraquillThank you so much for the like@writersnetwork
I am not sunflower i am a moonflower. I hide behind the horizon peeping through the leaves to steal the glance of azure sky admiring the beauty of amber rays from the darkest chambers of my fate . I am forlorn song who lost her melodies with the cries during the 17th fall . I wore a floral frock gifted by my mother on my 18th birthday adorning my neck with the choker of love. Woebegone Waves washed my foot when hopes fell from my choker and slipped through the holes of winter. I stepped at the 21st stair of my age holding the hands of ambitions. I hid my goals behind the grey sky of my sleepless nights. Sunflowers fall from my eyes when i saw prejudice and treachery stabbing ingenuity to death .Now i am a free soul ,expectations stuck on the surface of the doormat of my life like the particles of dust, dreams shelter under the roof of destiny letting the enthusiasm float in the ocean of past .©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
Morphing my fiascos into motivationsAdorning my enthusiasm with the thorns of prejudicesustaining my journey with the storm of contumelies I will inspire the whole world with the story my struggles©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#mythThank you so much for the EC @miraquillThanks for the like @writersnetwork
She is an epitome of altruism and benignity. The beasts in disguise dug her womb with the honed knife to sow the seeds of abundant crops and filled their soul with serenity imbibing the picturesque scenic beauty of paddy fields that dazzles when the golden rays of sun kisses the green leaves . The demons quenched their thrist with the elixir running through the umber veins of the innocent earth. They built the castles on her chest choking her to death crushing her sternum under the pressure of their dreams. They pierced the dagger of pipes to soak up the nectar from her nake. She stayed still weeping and whimpering silently like a exanimate cadaver. They etched the concretes on her caramel sheeny skin and smushed her under the weight of mortals and their needs forcing her to endure the pain pressing her lips together. She gazed at the fathomless azure sky to free her soul from the cage of endless torments seizing the barbaric deeds. She showed her feculent putrid attire stained by the humans.She beseeched for salvation holding oceans in her eyes. Her prayers echoed in heaven. Epiphany bloomed in the heart of deities and they let the spring land in the heart of mother earth.Rivulets started playing on the lap of her. Cold breeze serenaded her with its mesmerising melodies. Saplings hide her from the scorching sun adorning her with greeny leaves. Affection thawed the frozen heart of brutes letting the lenience flow in their veins.Ephemeral life ephemeral glee.The sky shed the bloody tears when spring left earth and fall engulfed earth with the withered petals of broken promises erasing the traces of maytime. Spring promised to comeback again with blooming flowers of seasonal promises to decorate her hair with vibrant hues of young delicate petals. Ain't the vase of life plenished with the roses of gaiety is incomplete without some shrivelled leaves of misery,Happiness shelters at the peak of pain's Mt Everest,lessons warms our soul after conflagrating mistakes with the flame of regrets, success is the finishing line of struggle's race , serenity embraces us after our multiple tries for chasing the train of dreams , contentment lies in the verses of heart wrenching poetries, falling leaves are the essence of Autumn and we sail our souls to the land of heartaches to conquer the battle field of love ?©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#symbolThank you so much @writersnetwork i am really greatful
I roamed around the pages like an unbottle emotion on the pile of euphonious words untouched by the breeze of love . I tiptoed to the next page pressing my lips together , subduing the waves of euphoria in my throat. I picked the four leaf clover from the ground and placed it on the title "contentment".The alphabets drew tree blossoms on the pages of melancholia . I saw red rose blooming on the pages of fantasies when i touched the smooth paper with my trembling fingers in twilight glow. I purloin the shades of red from each petal of rose and mixed them on the mahogany palette of my life. I saw forelsket and kilig sleeping on the mattresses of dreams drowning in the galaxy scintillating in eachother's eyes . But soon the detrop fall came with the blister and flipped the pages of love greeting pain to step over the pages of time I erroneously hid my rose in the pages of sufferings and closed the book wishing the storm to pass quickly. But the dark pages of affliction soaked up the life from my rose.i found my love withering and crying on the pages of heartaches staining the words with tears.The petals fall from the pages as I crawled to the next pages of life , where epiphany of self love filled my nostrils and the solitude danced with me collecting the broken shards of my heart. Lessons hold my tiny fingers and helped me to cross the hurdles. I took small steps and after a while i found my soul sitting by the river reading the last page of the book .i fill the air of fortitude and the confetti of tenacity in my pink balloon and let them fly in the dusky sky spreading hope all over the world .©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
#startThank you so much for the like @writersnetwork
When sunflower fall off my eyes soaking all the warmth of my glee I stand still caressing the fall in my eyes , tears of crushed daydreams cascaded down deluging the fences of serenityI smiled like that abandoned flower When the protagonist of my romantic novel left the pages of my life staining the priors with his sweet picturesque memories . When tranquility took steps towards the abyss of miseries i lost the bookmarker of my giggles somewhere in between the dusted pages of my fantasies.I stood still accepting the scribbles of destiny on my palms hiding myriad of afflictions in each line . I tried to demolish the souvenir of our love but the dust of past covered the distance of years to meet the tears of my eyes. I ran away from those nightmares to shelter under the canopy of present. I failed in the race of life when noceur nights ghosted my existence.©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
Why we drift away from people?
We are in the ocean of loveBut sometimes I wonder where it all goes?The lengthy conversations, the secrets, the tender words, the love. Where do they all go?Sometimes I wonder if it makes sense. Losing people who kept you breathing, losing people who made you smile, losing people who touched your heart.Sometimes I wonder why good things end. Why do they end before they even begin? Why do they end when you’re still not done writing the story?They tell you to move on..But how do you move on from something that was a part of you? ~Sometimes I wonder if things truly ever end, or if they just keep on living inside us — killing us slowly.~~jae~
What I meant was that at some point you stay alone, everyone leaving you behind. @writersnetwork#niv_writes_on_skies
At some part of the skies, every other cloud becomes a passing one.©aquapearl
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You are busy doubting yourself, while others are terrified of your potential. ~MariahJ.
#unnoticed #wod #1310I'm sorry for writing a dark one again. I'll try to write something calm next. Thankyou so much for the EC. ❤️
In unnoticed shadows,In darkness of my demons.I ask myself,Is this me?
Oh dear, I'm still breathing.I'm fixing all my brokenness,as I ask myself, why is it that we all are bleeding underneath.This sweet grief of mineis hurting me all the time.I'm standing in the winds,but these winds are making me rain.I'm here with my thoughts, my shadows, my toxicity. I'm here, as I ask myself Where is my light? Why am I drowning in invisible sea.Is this the life I was told I'll be. I'm hiding behind metaphors,I'm personifying my alliterations.You should have killed me, when you still could.The petals of mine are withering,I want to begin again. Will I be able to bloom?©shadowofthoughts_
In your eyes, I see the sunshine.
in your eyes, there's calmness there's peace.in your eyes, there's little love lost between.there's midnight glittering with stars.in your eyes, there's moon.like meteor showers,in your eyes there's heaven.©shadowofthoughts_
Too sweet? ️️
Darling, I don't know love, but i surely will make you smile.I don't know peace, but i surely won't let you end in vain.I don't know crimson mornings, but I know yellow sunrises.I don't know beginings, but I wish for a smooth journey.I am no human, but I'm the story that'll lead you to your book.©shadowofthoughts_
#questions #wod #1310Thankyou for the repost, @writersnetwork❤️
Why are stars fading, Will darkness leave us in despair?
Why is it that our lives are running in loop,Why is it that we are everything we've?Why do expectations kill us?Why do I feel as if I am standing on the shore?Rosette of dandelions is withering, why are black roses blooming?Why have people around masked themselves?Could you remove that mask and see through my eyes? Could you hold my hand and take me to the Neverland?©shadowofthoughts_
Sometimes it's tough to be consistent, sometimes it's hard to close your eyes, sometimes life is just in this moment, and sometimes this moment is just a dream, sometimes the hopes are colourless, the love has always been blind, but what if this life in itself is a joke. some #questions have no answers, and some answers are never questioned. what if it's all an illusion. you me and this text? And what if instead of a comma i use a fullstop and disappear.©shadowofthoughts_#1310 Oh my! @writersnetwork Tysm!!❤️
a reason to love, a reason to shine, a reason to rain, a reason to fail, a reason to breathe, a fate to meet, a reason to write. but oh i never had any, shall i still pen, the words that will never touch the sky of your peace, the maybes that maybe will never exist, and the life that is going to end.shall i? ©shadowofthoughts_
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