Miraquill
Aaj kal tere haal puchne par "Sab thik hai", keh kar ruk jati hai wo.
Jo kabhi apna harr gumm tujhse kehti thi.
©one_shattered_girl
one_shattered_girl
Words made of tears and memories are most painful
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..and talking to you after so long still feels like talking to the most wonderful person ever!
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Dear(someone),
I want to know what happened to my love letters...
Are the gone and forgotten or
They are kept hidden somewhere waiting to be read again!
©one_shattered_girl -
Your not saying anything, says a lot...
©one_shattered_girl -
You have lived in my memories longer than you have in my life.
I don't know if you are real anymore or just a beautiful lost dream.
©one_shattered_girl -
Losing someone always brings pain, but not necessarily, loss.
©one_shattered_girl -
I wonder, how I still write about love,
When my heart is left with none!
©one_shattered_girl -
Pain never vanish
And turns into an art
Pain resides in heart
Hidden behind words.
Art adds to what we are
But pain makes us, us.
©one_shattered_girl -
From Society,
Dear you,
We see you are a girl
That's enough a sin,
So will we make you,
Comfortably, uncomfortable.
Let me introduce myself,
I am called society.
I am worshiped
More than almighty.
I have no sex, no color, no caste
My eyes are meant to defame you
I have gigantic stone in me
Instead of heart.
Your life is now,
Our precious possession
Think like us, talk like us, be like us.
Don't rebel, don't breathe, don't have guts
Else we will name you a dishonor
Or a slut!
You are born to please men,
To feed them.
Don't love until we ask you to
Save your body and beauty
To be served on table
With coyness and some tea.
We will eventually intoxicate you
With our notions of life and your duty
After all you are one of us. You, are society.
©one_shattered_girl -
Now, what do I do with the songs that make me think of you?
Shall I sing them out loud or let them die in my heart!
©one_shattered_girl
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English literature ..
Shakespeare The bard
Made our lives terribly hard
Thee,Thou,Thy and Thine
Made us always weep and whine
©sonalbhatiarandhawa -
It's okay!
It's okay if you thought you were over it, but suddenly it hits you all over again.
It's okay if you thought you had it all under control, but you lose it everytime you think about it.
Healing is messy and it's okay... Because there is no timeline for it.
©a_writes -
🥀
I could have
given you an eternity,
had you asked for it.
You instead took
all our moments away.
©cold_akhil -
mohitgrover2012
10w
V O S A K S H
Kisi ne muft me vo saksh paaya...
Jo mujhe hrr kimat pr chahiye tha. -
The Patronus Charm
Expecto Patronum, the spell roughly translates into ‘I expect (or await) a guardian’ in Latin,
which is apt. The actual result of the spell, the Patronus itself, has an even more interesting history.
In Ancient Rome, the word ‘patronus’ meant protector, too, but with very different connotations. A patronus in Ancient Rome was someone of a high class who had a ‘patronage’ relationship with a client, who would usually be less rich, or lower class. In turn, the word ’patronage’ most likely came from the term ‘Pater’, which means ‘father’ in Latin.
In whatever time, in whatever form, the word ‘patronus’ always relates to protection. -
karen_chambers
11w
I catch myself infiltrating the deepest caverns of my heart and burying every thought of you that makes me smile.
Just to keep them safe and untouched by the cruelty of pain and hurt in life.
©karen_chambers -
It's all about you when i think of love
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Writers are paradox, they hurt their heart to bring peace to their soul.
Writers are impregnated shores
of waves and tides, of highs and lows,
rising higher with each stroke of
emotion.
They build temples for alphabets
of love and hope, and graveyards
for eulogies of loss and despair,
holding prayers for every connotation.
Writers are snippets of entire universe
roaming along the boulevards of
poems and manuscripts in search of
a home under the roof of words
and their purpose for existence,
while opening heart and unleashing
soul to rewrite the history of
reminiscence.
©heartsease -
darkerthanblack
19w
I am gonna die alone not lonely
There is a vast difference between being alone and lonely,
Where being alone is just being one of the reasons for being lonely for some.
They got skipped by all people around or they think they are skipped by all people around them.
But they are pushing people away from themselves(which I am doing too)
No, I am not lonely, I am just alone in this race of life.
My race is just skewed with so many things that I don't even remember what I am stuck to.
Am I lying to myself?
Or I am self-indulged with being omnipotent that I can do everything and anything without anyone in my life.
But sometimes it stuck in my head that what is this?
Why I am being this to wreak havoc?
Why I am Scarcely living my life.
Why is this a problem?
Why does this alone feeling periodically feel like I want to have it but other times it feels like I am not sure what I doing in this crazy realm of the most beautiful world?
Sometimes I just wanna sulk in this deep sorrow of being alone and sometimes I feel like I am lonely in this beautiful world.
©darkerthanblack -
"Tum bicharrh gaye, badal gaye, sambhal gaye,
Mai wahi hun, tabah, tanha, Aawara"
