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where we bury our truths.
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paro_m
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paro_m
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I'm thankful that he was mine
even if only for a heartbeat.
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paro_m
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Dear 2018,
Thank you. Thank you for being you. You were trying. There were ups and downs, then some highs and some extreme lows. There were days when I felt hopeless and then there were days when I felt that there is light and all I need to do is just walk ahead and find it.
Thank you for letting me grow, giving me the courage to let go of things that are no longer needed. Thank you for those experiences that helped me have a new perspective about life. Thank you for the amazing new friends, the amazing new possibilities. I grew so much as a writer this year, met some amazing people, had meaningful conversations, travelled to see a different part of world, gave more time for family and healed some old wounds.
On those days when I felt that life was going nowhere I felt the tiny sliver of hope that some amazing thing is waiting around the corner. On those days when I felt that I couldn't take the next breathe I was reminded of my resilient spirit. On those days when I just wanted to end things I was reminded as to why I held on so long. Thank you for being you so that I could grow, evolve, learn more about myself, love myself and just be me.
You will forever be cherished. I'm excited for this new dawn and I welcome the new endless possibilities. A new year, one more year older and hopefully more wiser. Thank you. Now it's time to bid farewell cause something amazing is just waiting to be born.
Your's
paro
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paro_m
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my mother never called me beautiful;
she said beauty was a farce,
that it will fade
and all that you can have is your
character.
she taught me not to raise my voice
to have the right posture
to be polite to elders
to be respectful,
always always respectful!
she told me that patience and my
ability to look beyond myself should
be my greatest virtue
that I should be selfless.
my mother's heritage is in the list of
things I couldn't do and shouldn't do
while growing up.
in the four walls of her home she was
chained
having forgotten how to dream my
mother set the standards with which
my life had to be measured.
I don't resent her rather
I mourn the spirit that she keeps
carefully concealed within herself,
that wild untameable spirit that might
have helped her fly high in the sky.
I wonder why she felt she couldn't
dream,
maybe cause no one told her that
even sky is not the limit.
my mother's legacy is deference to
the society, their customs and traditions.
it's the collective pain of her and all
those who came before her,
the spirits of all those women in my
family who had to bow down to
patriarchy,
that wild spirit which shines brightly
in their eyes but concealed behind a veil
and never finds the courage to break
their cocoon and come forth.
my mother does not understand why
I don't want the things others want,
why I'm a rebel,
why the conventional norms of society
is abhorred by me.
the society has moulded her so much
that she has forgotten what being
free is.
when I want to soar in the sky she
unknowingly wants to chain me,
for the fear of unknown has been
deep rooted in her mind
and she does not know how to
cut that tree down.
when I am ready to fly high in the sky
I will take a second to mourn the loss
of her spirit who was forced to be
voiceless and concealed as if a sin.
my mother never called me beautiful,
even today she does not.
but that's okay.
my beauty is in the courage that
she couldn't muster,
the courage I draw from the collective
cry of the spirit of every women
that was shackled to feed the needs
of this society.
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legacy // paro
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paro_m
193w
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I have always wondered how do we
stop loving someone,
maybe the truth is we don't;
we just bundle up all our love and then
bury it in some dark abandoned corner
of our heart and then gradually forget
all about it.
if we dug up that grave one day,
that love will bloom again like wildflowers
and spread rapidly across the vestiges of
our heart.
maybe moving on is a lie we tell ourselves,
a lie that is comforting.
a lie we tell in order to make peace.
maybe we never stop loving someone;
a piece of our heart will always beat
for them
and all we do is learn to live without them.
then eventually the indifference sets in
and that love is lost in the pages of an
unfinished poetry;
lost but still so much alive,
yet no longer needed or acknowledged,
just a memory of something that was a
beautiful forever,
imperfect, incomplete and an eternity
wrapped in the exhale of time.
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moving on // paro
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paro_m
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I found you in the space between
our broken silences,
in those words you never said
and in the secrets that your eyes hid.
I never knew someone who reveled
in the brokenness of one's own self
and I realised that there is beauty in
such a state.
our hearts were unruly mess,
the wrecked pieces yet to be put
back together
like those huge jig-saw puzzles.
we never made sense, unable to fit,
the empty spaces filled with
equally empty and loud silences,
yet there was some semblance of
completeness that made
us who we are.
we were two stars in the sky,
pulsing to the beat of melancholy
that filled our veins like liquid gold.
I found the shattered and fragmented
pieces of you beautiful,
while you called my inability to love
my greatest virtue.
I don't know if this was love,
we were two creatures forged in
the fire of our broken hearts,
refusing to open the walls and
let each other in,
wary of the love that were like vines
spreading across our hearts.
I think I did love you,
but with an apathy that was mixed
with the denial that love was possible.
we were trying to hold onto each
other even when we were clearly
not meant to.
our hearts are mottled with scars that
we received fighting those battles
that we lost.
maybe we just foolishly loved
holding onto broken things
cause we see the glimpses of our
true self reflected in those jagged
pieces;
beautiful, raw and honest.
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broken love // paro
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paro_m
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paro_m
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I looked at my unfinished pages of poetry
and wondered why everything is about
a lost love.
amidst the pages I have petals of roses
though dried,
their fragrance exists along the edges
almost like a ghost that haunts my dreams.
the roses were a wayward gift from a love
that almost feels like a half finished thought
that's at the tip of my tongue
I can feel it teasing my senses.
all the unfinished verses begin with him
yet I do not complete them,
quiet like the unfinished chapters in our story.
my memories have cobwebs along the edges.
the pictures have glitched over the years
and there are big blurred spaces in them.
It's almost as if my heart is slowly writing
them out of existence.
I always paint a pretty picture of him,
like how he was a benevolent soul,
a great love that changed my entire being,
and such other deceptive pretty words.
sometimes I wonder if I distort the truth
to pacify the hurt that still has it's roots
somewhere deep in my heart
I guess I'll never know the truth.
I always try to finish those verses
but every time they feel foreign and
leave a bad after taste in my thoughts.
maybe they are best left in those brittle pages
of my forgotten book of poetry,
unfinished, incomplete, fragmented,
quiet like how our love is.
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paro_m
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let me hear the flutter of your blood,
let me reach inside you,
let me see the speck of your heart,
and I'll heal you with vigor of my love.
©abhishek_jaiswal -
I feel
love is poured into your veins
and you give world a little part of it
and then carry the rest
to make the less loved ones
feel home again.
©zenith_ -
john_solomon
193w
Read MoreSome of you may think I write some pretty good Haiku, well guess what, there's a Haiku Queen out there, if you don't already know her, she is @llewravenpoetry, her Haiku is extremely poetic! She is absolutely a must read!
#haikuHaiku Star
Kind star loves the Earth
Kissing rays, hugging with warmth
Deep solar passion
©john_solomon -
Prayer
Prayer
Folded hands
Bowed graciously with
Feelings nonresistant to bear
Hoping to approach the world
Vehemently
©anandarupa_chakrabarti -
geraldine_mary
193w
Read More#sigh
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Her Silent Sighs
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With spirits high,
she willingly her tears dries,
never to complain or cry,
yet none hear her silent sigh.
Always wearing a smiling face,
ever ready to run life's race,
sacrifices in multiple ways,
yet none hear her silent sighs.
So artistically her tears conceals,
beneath her beautiful smile happiness reveals,
the secret of every family lies,
in none other than her silent sighs.
What does The Almighty think,
when into this world 'A MOTHER' HE brings,
He created such an individual absolutely selfless,
rendering herself thus concealing her silent sighs.
A person with self desires and ambitions too,
yet for her family goes to any extent, putting aside her desires so,
what would the world be without her abilities,
yet none to hear her through her silent sighs.
Body, soul and spirit living for her family,
do we ever take time to value her sacrifices any,
slits her body happily to bring forth offsprings,
smiles with wet eyes at the sight of her off spring,
can we ever sense her silent sighs?
Can we make ourselves conscious,
and realize how much to us she's precious,
let's awake and notice her selfless duties,
let's listen from our heart her silent sighs.
yes, let's listen from our heart her silent sighs.
©geraldine_mary
______________________________________________________With spirits high,
she willingly her tears dries,
never to complain or cry,
hear her silent sigh.
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writerstolli
193w
Read MoreCopyright is the weapon that every writer should hold.
Be kind enough to credit the work of others. Be it words, image or any form, which the owner of said subject has ownership right.
Always be you. Be original. That is what makes you special.
We are finding many writeups to be plagiarized. No credits are given to the rightful owner. Instead ©copyright are marked on the post.
We understand that many a times our thought and words clash with other known and unknown writers. Unintentionally, work gets plagiarized. But thats the way it is. The one who intiatites first and copyrights the subject becomes rightful owner.
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FEAR FOR DEATH AND DEAD THINGS
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Last date of submission is 30th November 2018.
FIGHT AGAINST LONELINESS
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Last date of submission is 15th December 2018.
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Plan your life with prudence.
A single wrong step,
And your opponents won't even
Give you a chance to sigh.
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sip_of_roohaniyat
193w
Your love resounds in my heart
The way a seashell
Echoes the love
Of its beloved wave.
©sip_of_roohaniyat -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
193w
Read MoreThis one's for Danny. Please join me in wishing him a very happy (albeit slightly belated) birthday!! ��������
All words are my own.
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#birthday #happybirthday #birthdayblessings.
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geraldine_mary
193w
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#elfchen
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An Elfchen Poem:
A German Form of Poetry, consists of 5 lines and 11 words.
First line 1 word, Second line two words
Third line 3 words Fourth line 4 words
Fifth line 1 wordMOON
ELEGANTLY SOOTHING
SYMBOL OF ARDENCY
ENTICES POETS AND LOVERS
ROMANTIC
©geraldine_mary
