Words made of tears and memories are most painful
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
..and talking to you after so long still feels like talking to the most wonderful person ever!©one_shattered_girl
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 artPain resides in heartHidden behind words.Art adds to what we areBut pain makes us, us.©one_shattered_girl
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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 casteMy eyes are meant to defame youI have gigantic stone in me Instead of heart.Your life is now,Our precious possessionThink like us, talk like us, be like us.Don't rebel, don't breathe, don't have gutsElse 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 toSave your body and beautyTo be served on table With coyness and some tea.We will eventually intoxicate youWith our notions of life and your dutyAfter 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 bardMade our lives terribly hardThee,Thou,Thy and ThineMade us always weep and whine©sonalbhatiarandhawa
#healing #itsokaytobenotokay #allabouttime #thistooshallpass
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 havegiven you an eternity, had you asked for it. You instead tookall our moments away. ©cold_akhil
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.
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 alphabetsof 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 wordsand their purpose for existence, while opening heart and unleashing soul to rewrite the history of reminiscence.©heartsease
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
By unknown writer
"Tum bicharrh gaye, badal gaye, sambhal gaye,Mai wahi hun, tabah, tanha, Aawara"