Miraquill
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ना उम्मीद है किसी से
ना शिकायत है किसी से
ना भरोसा है किसी पे
खुद से लड़ना हैं
खुद से जीतना हैं
बस इतनी ख्ख्वाइश है खुदही से......
©prajjwal_saini
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prajjwal_saini
45w
Depressed
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
47w
ऐसा तो नही था..
कभी इतना टूटा तो नहीं था
पर आज जब टूट तो समझ आया मै ऐसा भी नही था
कुछ फ़ल्सफ़े रहे तो हमारे भी होगे,वरना इतना कमजोर तो मै भी नहीं था..
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
47w
एक बार फिर.....
Jaisa tha khud me khush thaa
Na jane wo kon sa din thaa..
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
47w
Jha tha wahi rhna behtar tha....
Bhut roka tha par ruk naa paya tha,
Phr wahi galti dubara dohraya.
Bus ab ruk...
Aaj wo taklefee dobara nai aati..
Kash us din mai ruk jata...
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
48w
Be silence
I don't care what you want to show me. I don't care, if you like it keep pretending to be yourself
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
49w
कान्हा ❤
है तेरा साथ, तो खुश हु मै
तेरे बिछाड़ने से डरता हु मै....
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
49w
Thinker❤
I am thinking about people who connected with a same reason for using my pressence.
No one can connect with my emotion, feeling, loneness.
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
57w
वक़्त
जब वक़्त बुरा हो तो अपने भी साथ छोड़ जाते है...
©prajjwal_saini -
prajjwal_saini
68w
❤
Usko jana tha maine jaane diya,
Isse jada mai kya wafaa krta..
©prajjwal_saini
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शे'र
हमसे फ़िर कोई बेमतलब , हमारी बात कौन करेगा,
कौन लगाएगा गले हमे, सुकून की रात कौन करेगा!
©dipps_ -
illicit_skunk
46w
typewriter 404
I should buy myself a typewriter
but I am leaving this apartment
and striding out into the unknown
with no money.
it might turn out to be
just like my grandfather's story
when he left home at fifteen;
left his mother behind
who died shortly after;
left with almost no money
and became a soldier in the Indian Navy.
he once told me that no one
but his mother
had loved him
and that I look like her.
I didn't know I loved him then;
I love him now
but he's gone.
maybe he left a little of him in me
and maybe that will be enough to carry me through whatever lies ahead.
when I look around,
I see no one
who would hold the parts of me
that are falling apart.
they'd rather dust
my crumbs off their shoulders
and make sure I -
nevermind.
who would build with me
and cut out a little on the ecstasy
when they have the leisure to be melancholy?
luxury sinks deeper than a beast's fangs
and love is but an abstract noun.
I have been dragged past all these
Ls
and made to believe that
I am undeserving of them.
there's a new centaur in the stable
aiming for the fish's eye
and in all probability
has shot mine.
little does he know
I'm resistant
to all these archers
and their ephemeral love.
I'll play along
while the sweat runs over
my open wounds
in the scorching battlefield;
thirsty for something
that makes my ink run wild
under a new moon in September.
I had my blood raging
against the emotional unavailability
until I became the very devil
I dreaded past three
in the morning.
though leaving
after everyone has left me behind
makes no sense,
I won't stay back to watch
those old nightmares being projected
on these very walls
that I've finally managed to erect.
I'll also buy a typewriter
and smash my head with it.
©illicit_skunk -
//I love you a little more than I loved myself - Grow//
winter petals covered her pale face, her dark eyes stuck on the sangfroid sunshine ready to shoot up the sky, after a thousand maps followed, she reaches the altar to burn her burdens. Instantly the red fire turns blue cold, ashes fly into summer.
blinking she turns those blinds, hidden in the old attics, beneath lies a dragon breathing distinct
horrendous stories at the night.
blazemoche in fireplace, cacti resting all over her brain, heart and ofcourse bookshelf. passing by western winds provide hurricanes, only thorns flew by, and the cactus remained not wanting proses (water). abolished, abandoned, abscorned, and many more to call the walked past stranger who proved that self love is priceless priority and possession.
//You turn a page and touch another life - Stay//
vagabond surrenders to unknown streets, falling apart in the books, she breathes. ripped halcyon donated like in charity to the birds nested in the next page. she drifts into melancholic nostalgia. critics called her out. she resides in past, present and future, as an author, she cherished her work.
embellished verandah with different genres, she had her stay in mysterious collections of vintage editions printed in fall.
// A lone girl and a familiar song - Remember//
solitary reaper resides in her home, autumn flew back from the west, she held the same book and found the author, she hums to enjoyable read. a similar wanderer just like her, remember the beautiful scene, and along her scars, as stardust kept leaking, she wraps the cottony gauze around the wound. her voice silences the roars of seas and fireflies flew by her, lightening the same night.
//The moment between saying goodbye and leaving - Walk//
obscured portraits of the fantasy of being successful, kept hidden behind the silvery mirror, he walks past the dressing table sensing his own energy sweeter than anything else. the practice of art, he gained verses, singing along her dreams, he painted mirrors with smileys wanting to keep the art alive, he drinks the last sip of wine to celebrate his art, only he could see, her soul saved in his mirror.
//What died before death - Feel//
capernaum receives the last call, and so does the earth. artists gather around for one last time before the world's ruined. writing, singing, painting, building, all the way to reach the skies, they dance along the clouds in air. he or she whoever awaits heavens found peace and abode in their own belief.
no wonder, just before the catastrophic disaster, one last time they feel the wind gushing through spring for the other world to theirs, the snowflakes from other world to theirs and the sunshine.
©thesunshineloves -
unspokenpen1927
46w
Read MoreSet A-the movement between saying goodbye and leaving
Set B-remember
Thanks for the ❤
Happy reading ❤
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@writersnetwork @miraquill @writersbay
Thanks a lot @writersbay for the ❤(1)The moment between saying goodbye and leaving was just"us".
You left those wounds on my skin are blooming with your poetries.
//And darling i remember when we met again in the heaven,sky was releasing the smoke of our love//
©unspokenpen1927 -
Holding a pen and a book in hands
Turning thoughts into poetries.
Aloofness was but my solace
Solitude was my only grace.
My life got extricate
In implicate rhymes.
Only poets can understand the silence between the lines.
The emotions behind exclamation mark, which is not an easy art !
The poetry is a beautiful existence where words can heal,
And full stops conceal.
The poet concrete the most beautiful virtuous words of all times, rhymes and hymns which shines in rain and never go in vain.
©wordslinger -
mrbenaam
93w
Nice
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radhika_1234569 96w
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तेरे दीदार को हम बार बार
तेरी गलियों से गुजरते रहे
तू थी कंही और बेसुध
हम यूँही पागल बनते रहे,
©radhika_1234569 -
royal_poem_queen
103w
परछाई
हवाओंका शोर कदमों की आहट
बस उसकी परछाई है,
शरीर से भले ही ना हो जिंदा
उसकी सांसे अभी भी मुझमें बाकी है।
©royalqueen123 -
royal_poem_queen
103w
शक
अपनी मोहब्बत पर शक करना जायज़ है,
उस शक को उनसे बिना पूछे यकीन में बदलना नाजायज़।
©royalqueen123 -
royal_poem_queen
103w
रेल
जिंदगी एक रेल है,
जिसकी छूट गई वो फिर फैल है।
©royalqueen123
