nbsanta

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I'm just another light lost in the dark

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• nbsanta 64w

  To me, love is a dream, a mere fantasy which I read and saw in all those stupid stories and movies. It's something, i dared to dream of.
  What is love for you?
  What is an impossible dream that you dare to dream of.
  
  #once #dream #pod #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #magic777 #repostkrisha #repost_anshu #terriblytinyshards #galaxymilkyway #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writerstolli #passionbookworm #ayeshakazi #tanu_01 #wordoftheday
  
  @writersnetwork @zenith_ @elly____ @_sparkling_soul
  @mirakee

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  Love
  An
  Impossible dream
  I dared to dream.

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• nbsanta 92w

  #tears #nightmare #pod #writersnetwork
  #readwriteunite #magic777 #repostkrisha
  #repost_anshu #terriblytinyshards #galaxymilkyway
  #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writerstolli #wordoftheday
  #passionbookworm #ni8ngle #tanuol #ayeshakazi
  
  @writersnetwork @samikshapattanaik
  @mirakee @zenith_ @elly___ @_sparkling_soul @the_secret_soul @the_writer25 @alluring_tulip
  @jeniayn

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  Tears have the purity of raw emotions,
  a reflection of the soul
  yet the most vile tool used to deceive
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 96w

  The only thing I've learned by far is don't wait, hustle for what you want. You gonna achieve nothing if you don't work for it. You can't reach to your destination without the journey. It's a complete process. There's no formula or shortcuts, every single person has to live out their own, choose a path, go on their journey and it's only you who can make it worth living and beautiful ��. No one has a right to decide a path for you to walk upon. Make your own fate❤
  With love
  ~nbsanta
  
  #life #dream #nightmare #pod #writersnetwork
  #readwriteunite #magic777 #repostkrisha
  #repost_anshu #sixwords #terriblytinyshards #galaxymilkyway
  #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writerstolli #wordoftheday
  #passionbookworm #ni8ngle #tanuol #ayeshakazi
  
  @writersnetwork @samikshapattanaik
  @shadowofthoughts @zenith_ @elly___ @_sparkling_soul @the_secret_soul @the_writer25 @alluring_tulip
  @jeniayn

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  Life is too short to
  wait for the things to happen
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 116w

  Happiest birthday my beautiful
  Can i call you still mine, i know we are apart. It's just i can feel you till date in every breath in take in. Your love is just like air i can't see but can only feel. In battle to move on and get past you, my memories and love wins. I hold on to you in the wildest and strongest wind.I still remember each and every moment. You took a part of me and forgot to return. I miss the feeling i felt, you were around me. I am not me anymore without you, ever since you left.
  On this day, when you came in this world with an aura of divine. I wish you all the happiness and laughter my dearest.I keep you in my prayers, I'll be watching you from afar, like the sun in the bright sky. I don't have enough to praise you my love.

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  The moon to my night
  The sun to my day
  You are the stars
  That shows me the way
  
  Your presence is the warm hug
  That embrace my soul
  Your smile is all i need
  To light up my eyes
  
  For me, it's just you
  I don't need any shining gold
  You are my precious
  My shining star
  
  For your love
  I can cross oceans
  I can walk thousand miles
  
  For your love
  I can live without you
  I can kill or even die
  
  In this world full of hard found love
  I don't aspire to be hopeless romantic
  
  I am just a lover
  Who wrote these stupid words
  Which barely even rhymes
  
  I don't know why i love
  Maybe it was your soul
  Or those bewitching eyes
  I am still captive in the moments
  When you said, ' you are mine'
  ©nbsanta

  57 9 21
• nbsanta 118w

  Traveling miles, leaving smiles
  Left behind, the warmth of home
  A journey on the barren land
  With no hope to reach the destination
  Sitting beside with window rolled down
  With radio turned on
  Emptied stomach, went on and on
  Rivers pass, mountains climbed
  Still no home in sight
  With heavy heart
  There's no ray of light
  All they see is hues of
  Black and white
  
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 122w

  Is kadar chada hai rang tere ishq ka
  Gulaal si laal meri rooh ho chli hai
  Chehre pe aati jaati hai jo muskurahatein
  Maine saari tere naam kari hai
  
  Hwa ke un jhonkon mai hai ehsaas tera
  Aankh moondte hi
  Nazar aata hai chehra tera
  Maaloom hai mujhe sab k
  Khudh se milke tune hi
  Yeh saajish rachi hai
  ~nbsanta
  
  P.S- Don’t mind my hindi spellings, do correct them😊

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  इस कदर चढ़ा है रंग तेरे इश्क़ का
  गुलाल सी लाल मेरी रूह हो चली है
  चेहरे पे आती जाती है जो मुस्कुराहटें
  मैंने सारी ही तेरे नाम करी है
  
  हवा के झोंको में है अहसास तेरा
  आँख मूँदते ही नज़र आता है चेहरा तेरा
  मालूम है मुझे सब कि
  ख़ुदा से मिलके तूने ही
  ये साज़िश रची है

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• nbsanta 123w

  After all these years,
  Essence of your fragrance
  is still fresh in my reminisce.
  I remember those sparkling amber eyes
  like sun shines in the sombre sky
  Warmth of your embrace kindles me
  You Shown me parts unexplored
  within my own soul
  You touched my very existence
  with warming smile of yours
  Unwithered, blessed with eternity
  Love, our love is imprinted
  In my heart for forever and furthermore
  ~nbsanta

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  Unwithered, blessed with eternity
  Love, our love is imprinted
  In my heart for
  forever and
  furthermore.
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 124w

  Every tear that roll down from your eyes, reflects the burden of the past
  ~nbsanta

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  Weightless emotions lingers
  In the eerie lanes of memories
  Dripping into the creak of lustrous eyes
  Flows in crystal clear drops
  Bearing the burden of zillions sorrow
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 127w

  If you ever feel lost,
  in the crowd of this world.
  Listen to your heart,
  it knows the way,
  Run to that direction
  and never look back.
  The light within you will come forth
  And liberate you from
  all the darkness of your world
  ©nbsanta

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• nbsanta 131w

  There's no such thing like stop loving someone
  You just cant. It doesn't matter how hard you try to deny it. You just keep on loving them. For you, only they matter the most.Even if there's no guarantee that the strong feelings you have for them, will be reciprocated or not.
  That's the risk love have.You knowingly keep loving the person despite the risk and, i think that the beauty of love.
  -nbsanta
  
  #love #pain #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #tod
  @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  Loving you is not an easy thing
  A walk on the edge of the knife
  Just like a moth drawn to the flame
  Love is what that's become my demise
  Died a million times craving your love
  But never got what i thought was mine
  Sometimes it ache my heart, loving you
  And a question that come to mind
  Why i keep get back and look for you
  You never loved me back all this time
  ©nbsanta

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• whitewings 61w

  You won't ever understand the pain you caused me.
  Not even if anyone does the same to you.
  Because you can never love anyone
  the way I've loved you.
  
  ©whitewings

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• fireblast_ 61w

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• thebelljar 62w

  yes, my apartment,
  it is no big affair;
  although my father
  wanted me to
  organise an inaugration,
  on the same day
  when my unluck decided
  to step into my life,
  and then, we both,
  together,
  stepped into this landfill.
  
  the machiavellian microwave
  deeply desires,
  to beep to its life once again;
  too bad, it doesn't —
  the 'leccy bill hasn't been paid
  since the last winter.
  just me, and the emptiness
  in these brimming whiskey bottles,
  wishing there was a scope
  of 'you',
  but instead, the doctors
  have diagnosed my heart
  with a case of you.
  
  look inside my wardrobes,
  it is just as if,
  my friends had invited
  me to seven funerals
  within the last seven days —
  blacker the berry
  sweeter the juice;
  an exasperating fallacy,
  it only goes from bitter
  to its comparative adjective,
  and slowly,
  to its superlative.
  
  the darkness has lingered
  longer
  than any of the flings
  from my past life;
  and, as you must have
  already guessed,
  cigarettes do not expire,
  they go stale —
  and, neither of these females
  are into cigarettes,
  let alone stale ones.
  
  this compact theatre
  of minimal joy,
  and maximum sorrow —
  often, gets boring;
  maybe, a place with a better
  view,
  would help me
  to settle quicker,
  smoke the stale cigarette in me
  quicker,
  find a fling to ring
  sooner,
  dream of a dream,
  that is seemingly more
  of a dream,
  than a nightmare;
  maybe, someday,
  maybe.
  
  @thefoxisdead
  
  
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  i look at myself in the mirror
  only to see ten of me
  my heart doesn't pound at the sight,
  it's quite normal actually.
  the room is so quiet
  i can hear my shadow speaking.
  it tells me to warm up my dinner
  and so i do.
  
  my mom gave her old dinner set
  when she came to visit
  and found the apartment
  bare.
  she even bought me a
  microwave
  after arguing with dad
  that after all i'm their daughter.
  
  the microwave beeps
  and the takeout I ordered
  two days ago
  is now edible enough
  for me to consume.
  the table is set
  but by now
  im filled with despair.
  the pills are in the bathroom,
  the bathroom is 20 steps away.
  
  im standing at the oceanbed
  six miles below
  and all the water is weighing down on me.
  i am in outer universe,
  the lack of vaccum
  makes me want to
  keep floating in the darkness,
  lifeless.
  
  one day
  my neighbours will complain
  of "smells like dead mice"
  and people will break into my apartment
  only to find me
  sitting slumped in the same chair,
  my flesh rotting
  but a stone cold dinner ready
  for whichever one of them is hungry.
  (i hope they all appreciate my
  accidental hospitality).
  
  @thebluehour

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  torn ceramics & eggshell whites

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• unnati_writes 61w

  @hindiwriters
  
  
  Pic credit - @nitesh_rawat007

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  किसी ने पूछ ही लिया उस चिड़िया से जो महीनो बाद नज़र आई थी
  क्या छुपी रहती हो आजकल, जो हर और महामारी छाई थी?
  सुनोगे उसने क्या कहा...?
  "जब तुम अपनो को पानी ना पिला सके तो मेरा पेट कहां से भरते!
  इसीलिए मैं खाने की तलाश में बहुत दूर निकल आई थी!"
  ©unnati_writes

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• vedika_11 61w

  Dear Almighty,
  I know I pray to you every day but I don't write to you often. And the times I wrote you a letter were when I was desperately needing your help and presence but unfortunately, you failed me both the times. The first time I wrote actually drew to you was when I was a little kid who didn't even know how to spell her name. It was when my grandfather was undergoing surgery and almost everyone had lost hopes but I didn't. I remember I drew a little girl holding the hand of her grandfather and kept it in the puja room. I closed my eyes and asked to save the person I loved the most in this whole world. But you failed me.
  The second time I actually wrote to you was when I was a school-going child and my favorite teacher was battling cancer. I wrote you six pages long letter telling you how badly this world needed a genius like her and how beautiful of a person she was. But you disappointed me yet again.
  Today, after many years I am writing you a letter again and this time selflessly seeking your help. O Lord, the world needs you, your children need you and there is no one else who can save us if it's not you. People all around the globe are facing this pandemic and we have been brave and fought with all the patience and strength we had so far but things have been slipping out of hands lately. It's been a while now that we are going through this trauma and I think we have had enough of it now. We can't afford to lose any of our loved ones now. It's heartbreaking to see people struggling for existence. We don't deserve any more of this. I know we as humans have committed sins and harmed nature but we have learned what we had to, I promise. We have grown.
  What did the little girls do for they will be deprived of the love of a mother for the rest of their lives? What wrong did a newborn do that he didn't even get a life to live? What sins must the newlywed bride commit that she didn't even get to see her husband's face for the last time? Some conversations are remaining incomplete, some goodbyes are left unsaid, some touch that won't be felt again, some smiles that won't be seen again, and these things will keep running through the minds of those who had a good fortune against all this but won't be thankful for the life they struggled to survive for without the ones whom they had promised a forever to. There are no answers but millions of questions and only one solution which is you, God. WE NEED YOU!
  We need you to complete some forevers we wished for, we need you to witness nature, we need you to explore the world and new people, we need you to keep our promises and most importantly we need you to live a life which you have blessed us with.
  Many of us have lost our loved ones and never have felt so helpless in our whole life because we want to be there for them in their bad times but cannot do so.
  I know it's a phase and it too shall pass, and someday sooner or later we all will have to leave this body but I am sure it ain't now.
  We all will meet again someday, till then we ask you to build a home in your arms for those who couldn't witness the miracle of life and bless the others to live it to the fullest. We believe in you and the energy that comes with you. We need you. Amen.
  ~Vedika ��
  
  @mirakee @writersnetwork ❤

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  Dear God,

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• john_solomon 61w

  #expectation
  
  #doubleacrostic
  
  Absentia ~ absent from...( usually applied in trials of law when the defendant is not present they are said to be "tried In absentia" )

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  Expectations Augmentation

  E xempt from successes, tried yet absenti A
  X ,y, or z dream scenarios, persist bidding adie U
  P ossibilities of growth tease, procrastinatin G
  E xcalibur swords of achievement, only glea M
  C rystallized in release, from uncertainties ston E
  T riumph stalks pace, with confidence of visio N
  A ccolades, self-esteem, embrace alignmen T
  T ribulations dissipate, petty fog of nostalgi A
  I ntuitively displacing, all inferiority mindse T
  O pportunities supplant, limitations alib I
  N otes of melodies, praise you as aficionad O
  S ymphony of self, accomplishments shee N
  
  ©john_solomon

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• sparkling_ 61w

  मैं मतलबी हूं,या मतलब के लिए काम आती हूं
  जरा समझाओ मुझे,क्यों अपनी ही परेशानियों में खुद को बेनाम पाती हूं।

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• fromwitchpen 61w

  Shards of expectations.
  
  "Expectations kill" maybe each of us remember this when we read the word expectations. But from what I understand "we kill expectations".
  
  cobweb of hiccups
  imprison the catalyst
  of our sentiments
  
  to expect lilies
  in the garden of roses
  reverie succumbed
  
  fibster to oneself
  crochet chimerical clouds
  in the dark abyss
  
  wantonly quaff zilch
  to gurk speculated sighs
  chuffed by crystal stars
  
  wool-gathering nights
  a nefelibata stabbed
  by harsh verities
  
  Killed by expecting
  life an adorned barque of
  jocund poems, rued
  
  Expect from yourself not from others . Cause you know what you can achieve.
  
  #expectation #haiku
  
  __________________________________
  
  PS. Its not my birthday today ��but still thank you for your beautiful advance wishes . They made me smile ♥️

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  ©fromwitchpen

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• heartsease 63w

  Two Pods in a week am I dreaming? This is miracle❤️
  Thanks to every beautiful soul who read this genuinely :)
  
  A poem should be little
  remains of human thoughts,
  saved each minute, every hour,
  filled with spilling knowledge
  relinquished by the mariners,
  when thunder and sunshine are
  oppressed in a raging storm
  sprinkling charm to the stories,
  tales or anecdotes prior.
  
  A poem should be
  as fathomable as the womb of mother
  treasuring the remnants of alphabets,
  a blend of idioms and phrases acting
  like a shield to protect from
  the corrosion of plagiarism
  when dug by a frolic reader.
  
  A poem should be a vast sky
  of imaginations enlightened by
  constellations of rivalries,
  which when splashed on a
  poetic canvas gives birth to a book,
  where free hearts comply
  to darn a universe of memories
  and untwine synonyms which
  fence the galaxies crooked.
  
  A poem should be a chronicle
  or a manuscript deciphering
  its existence out of crosswords,
  it should be a soul of human heart
  and a swollen tumblr of emotions,
  which once been held by hands
  shall illuminate one's mind
  and trace voice which is left unheard.
  ~Purva
  
  #arspoetica #hs_pod
  @squared you compelled me to write, can't thank you enough ❤️
  
  @san_wordzz you are my lucky charm❤️
  
  It took time in editing :)
  
  18th April 2021
  10:20 pm

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• amaranthinepoetry 65w

  The first time was when I looked at you.
  Rest all the times were your countless memories.
  
  ©amaranthinepoetry

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