WHO IS HAPPY?
Bhaiyo apan abhi exist karta hai.
Craving a lifeholding sorrowsand lifeless emotions that weigh more than the shoulders can bearI cut a sliceto check if there's still blood inside, my shattered piecesdemand the dark to disguise the demonic screams;a drained mind daintilydistinguishing between chaotic paths of life.I throw a w a y my piecesand then crawl to collect them together.©nishwaa
My exams will begin soon and I'm panicking cuz im not prepared enough, so i may deactivate.
//ToDay is ONE SUCH DAY//
There are days when I sit blankly and let my mind take over, I let it take over my body and let it wander meaninglessly in undescribed and unidentified Places. I hold no string to guide it the way back to my existence yet it comes back each time, not alone but with questions i hold no answers for, which do no good but question my hollowed existence and i glance over at the ceiling with wet eyes and silent screams inside. Slowly, I feel these questions fill up all inside me and i do nothing, just nothing. And you wonder why? ToDay is One Such Day. ©nishwaa
Kya matlab kuch bhi likha h Good night
Amidst the dense meadows ofmundane mindless thoughts,My heart weaves heathery wreaths of hope humming on the tunes of my wild emotions.©nishwaa
Guys i can't change my profile picture and i tried sending an email to miraquill so that i can change my email to the current one but it didn't help, should i make a new account?
AYO Im alive
Paper crumpled full of wrinkles and edges torn, lying apartin a corner with few other unrecognised pieces never even held.The puzzle still missing a piece unable to be found while you hold the same frail piece and press it into the empty spot unknowing of the damage you are giving. Who's fault it was?that it didn't complete your scenery.wounds and scars imprinted deep, foreverYou kept pressing this piece in the wrong place after all...©nishwaa
I smell hatred~This is so lame and weird, sorry!(12/11/2021)As this year is ending, let me share something I regret writing. Corrections are welcomed.Idk what made me write this and i had no intention to post it, i apologize.
How does it feel to be able to live the life of your dreams?to be able to get everything you once saw others had?is it fun?to choke other's neck tobreathe onto the air that flows past you but nevergets your wayto make them stop breathing so that your lungs don't die to snatch away their bread to not starve your stomachto drink the water that isthe tears you gave themwhen you stabbed their backsand they quivered in pain,and the wine that adds to your luxury is the blood thatdrips out of their bodiesdoes that quench your thrist?tell mewhy dont you accept it thatit sets your soul on fire whenthey smile, even when they're hurt?is it peaceful out there,i bet the view is breath-takingisn't it?tell me, how does it feel?it must be fun, i'd say.©nishwaa
Just a thought Wrote in a hurry, motivation for y'all
So its just an unfiltered opinion, see im not sure enough but i have heard ppl say that Allah made us with mud and dust, so before we were born, we were dust, totally worthless and had absolutely no existence but Allah wanted that mud too to be in a better place in a far better way but he didn't wanted it to be given to us easily as we will not value it then, so he made this dunya as a hurdle between both these things so we learn about him, preach him and worship him and face difficulties so that we strengthen ourselves and finally become worthy enough for jannah and live peacefully with the Lord there.©nishwaa
#wanderer I wrote to see if i can still write Thanks WN for the like ❤
I am a wandereralways lost on streetsunknown to my mind,streets with forestsgrowing parallel on both sides and the dim hued sky enclosing the universe that residesinside my chest,where fall is the only season and black & brown arethe only colors knownto me, the sky pouringsweet dimming blue lightupon me with all the graceas I walk and walk, without any place to go toI wander lonely with the divine hopethat I'll find a home,unknowing, that that is my home.©nishwaa
Sudden urge ♀️//And I wish you never get to feel, what a daughter's love is like, how a son becomes your shadow and how a wife unfolds you a heaven, the same way you made others lose their's//
If I ever wish you kindness, that would be unkind to me and any soul you ever be with. For, you are the curse to humanity, with every breath of yours, I remeber the evils of the world leading their lives lavishly while threating that of others. Even your shadow makes me want to distance myself and everyone around, miles away.I wish you could feel what you made others feel,All the pain,All the heartbreaks,All the sufferings,All the changesYou enforced into the Life of others,I wish that the sufferingyou gifted others comesback to you with the same intensity you made othersfeel. Just like that,Your deeds become your destiny.©nishwaa
#postcardThe bg made it hard to choose a font color and put the text in the postcard form so here it isThanks WN for the ❤
Dear sky, Promise me you'll always be our homethe way you make us feel together beingmiles away from each other, the way youshelter us with warmth in the day and coolbeauty in the night. Be the same even whenwe lie under the mother earth, be our safe place proving togetherness, always. ~ a lover©nishwaa
If you can't have a normal day like everyone else does, call yourself an artist. No one suffers daily as much as an artist does.It might be an excuse but it is the way it is.©fairytales_
I want to write my heart out, but it's hollow. And I don't know how to write hollowness.©shadowofthoughts_
#happy (idk) #wod #1310Thankyou so much everyone, for all the love. ❤️Thankyou so @miraquill for the POD. ❤️
Somedays words hug me with solace,on other days they leave me stranded with faces wide awake.Somedays poetry knocks on my door,on the other days it refuses to show its sweetness to my core.There are days I'm thoughtless, there are days I'm blank. Days where happiness bundles up, to make me feel each alphabet. Days where sadness creeps in and injects each verse in me;as if I'm following a dead. And then there are days like this, when words don't show up, when I don't feel like wording myself. When it all feels bizzare,When each sentence, inflatesmy lungs. When words just remain words.No less. No more.©shadowofthoughts_
We live in a lonely world surrounded by noisesWhere nothing reaches the heart©illusionsoftheheart
Having a large heart helps...But sometimes it can trick you into engulfing the world's problems, Without consideration for your personal limits.©liz_ogbe
#ghar_pod"Love is not blind, sometimes it can see more of you, than your ownself"
ʟᴏᴠᴇ i̶s̶ b̶l̶i̶n̶d̶
"No it's not"Love canoodles the illegitimacy of your blemished existence as if you are the only lunar in the obsidian midnight sky, with some irregularities and stigmas, but still you are worthy of devotion.Love ogles at every single celestial object in the garth of universe you forged in your eyes, to reassure you that you won't forsake your real self in the sempiternal woebegone reflections of this crowd, that never knew how precious you are. Love discerns through smithereens of your blood and bones to repudiate the false definitions hovering inside the beautiful landscapes of your imperfectly perfect self, to always remind you that you are the most alluring intimacy ever happened to this nature and to love itself.©_ghar_
No matter who broke your heart, do not kill your kindnessandnever let anyone dim your light.Do not underestimate your potential, it is only the beginning of everything you are going to be. ❤️-AUN©aye__writes
Last night me and mine moon cried till the sun rises,he left me alone when i need him the most, just like a poet die when an ink needs the life to bloom in someone's heart and bleed the love and for some to heal the wounds.now, the sunshine wasn't kissing me, my skin burned of his love and my soul is burning underneath of his breath. the skies are betraying since he left me under the twilight sky and the stars are craving to see, me and him as us and the gloomy nights are exhilarated to fill my cemetery with. and the moon is in dilemma to consign those billet doux i wrote for him from my death bed under my coffin.each petal of the roses on my cadaversmell my love for him. the mourn-ingsongs are on rest in guilty for loving him fromthe depth of my heartmoan-ing soul still spying his way.Istillbelong to him©rumanrulesneverend
#beginning #wod @writersnetwork @miraquillThanks a bunch @miraquill for Editor's choice!!
I held the sequined thread Of our union like a possessed witch, But it broke off due to my tight grip.And now I lay broken on the floor,Searching for its beginning.©bohemian_ballerina
When you will propose nature, Nature will follow you. When you will propose moon, Moon will light you. When you will propose stars, They will gaze you. And, When you will propose love Wounds will hurt you.©shadowofthoughts_