Catching feelings and penning them down️✨
പണ്ട് എന്നോ കണ്ടു മറന്നഏതോ ഫിലിമിലേതുപോലെ.....ഒരു തറവാടും......അതിന്റെ, മുറ്റത്തെ തുളസിതറയുംകാറ്റടിച്ചു വീണു കിടക്കുന്ന പഴുത്ത പ്ലാവ് ഇലകളും.....അങ്ങേ പറമ്പിൽ നിന്ന് ചാഞ്ഞു പൂത്തു കിടക്കുന്ന ചെമ്പരത്തി ചെടിയും.....നിന്റെ മുടിഇഴകൾക്ക് ഇടയിലൂടെ മൃദുലമായി ഓടുന്ന എന്റെ വിരലുകളും....അതിരുകൾ ഇല്ലാതെ പൂവിടുന്ന സ്വപ്നങ്ങളും...... ©റഹൂഫ്
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This aching sensation in my heart
This is not mine
This has been borrowed
But I don't mind to bare this hurt with her
Infact I just don't care if it's unbearable
Because I'd promised long before
to stand beside her
with her back resting to mine.
I am here crying her tears,
While not letting her do the same.
And speaking her mind
While not making her seem absurd.
I know how much she had stumbled,
But I refuse to leave her mind to insanity.
And I feel the pain of that cold blade drawn
From her wounds, while leaving a hole in mine as well.
I too bleed when she says,
"Why does him wanting her instead of me,
Makes me want him more?"
I too bleed when she asks "why him?"
And I don't mind to bare this hurt with her,
Infact I don't even care if its unbearable.
Cause If this hurt is hers, it’s mine as well.
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Of the many things that one can easily fool,The heart of young lovers are the easiest of them all.When it comes to catching lies,even if their mind knows when to catch it,or ask about it when they happen.Their hearts could not,Their hearts would often let it slide.Why! you might ask?I dont know, maybe no one knows.But maybe,Maybe they are too afraid to lose people they think the world of, over the dispute of asking 'whys'.©rahoof
You're a heap of all my poems I chose to burn without regrets.A handful of bittersweet feelings I chose to forget.©rahoof
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ഹൃദയം കല്ലാക്കി വീണ്ടും ഞാൻ കവിത എഴുതുന്നു...നിന്നിലേക്ക് എത്താനുള്ള ദൂരവും ദിനവും വിദൂരം...സന്ധ്യയിൽ കല്ലായി അസ്തമിച്ച ഹൃദയത്തെ പുലർച്ചകൾ നിൻ ഓർമകളാൽ തഴുകി ഉണർത്തുന്നു... മരുഭൂമിയിലും ഞാൻ യാത്ര തുടരുന്നു...കാലം തളർത്തിയ സ്ത്രീഹൃദയം പേറി നിൽക്കും- സൂര്യകാന്തിപുഷ്പ്പമേ നിന്നിലേക്കണയാൻ പ്രകാശവർഷങ്ങൾക്കപ്പുറം നിൽക്കുന്നു ഒരു നക്ഷത്ര ഹൃദയൻ.©റൗഫ്
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But the magic happens in discreteness,
when you choose to describe
who I was to you.
Perhaps then finally, the chambers of your heart might freeze blue.
Cause I might have been pushed off prematurely,
Or might have chosen to fall off by myself.
like a ripened leaf - yellow on the mud
With an eternal melancholy.
Or the time might have carried me with it,
leaving you with an urn of memory.
Or I might have travelled afar up north
In hopes of finding prosperity.
And when the magic happens in discreteness,
I fear I might never know.
So do tell me, when we still have time,
whether your heart is craving or not.
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I can't help but to paint you As a women who lived a thousand livesAn age old being still youthfulCarrying with her a bag full of hearts.©rahoof
Even though the sun set with its colours, my heart didn't refuse to smile the other day. Because my thoughts remained vivid, just like our joyous memories.Yet it was hurtful enough to bleed red through my forehead, perhaps marking a futile desire to be somebody's someone in the past.©rahoof
Seems like it............................
A heart doesn't need much
To be broken or to be exalted.
It's strength lies in its simplicity.
Often being torn apart,
And getting stitched back.
Sadness lies in it's many forms
Often too cruel or at times futile.
Just like the nimble winds,
That collectively create waves in the Pacific,
or like a drop of mercury enough to paint a person's death.
Some words are enough to make the ice break beneath your feet.
Some actions are enough to push you
down to the stairwell of insanity.
But the thing that hurts the most
Is you being too blind to see
the efforts that I make, to put myself together -
To run, to walk, to speak my ways back to you.
Maybe just like me, this is yet another selfish poem that doesn't seem to make any sense.
but I often wish your heart had ears,
Because surely it seems like mine has a tongue Which seems to speak a language that you could never understand.
From her eyes......................
I gazed depths into her eyes,After agreeing on a staring contest.Notice how I blinked twice,Just after we blew the starting whistle.That’s how weak I get,Knees weak - heart weak - around her.And when she noticed me staring further,Even after my deemed failure.Her eyes struck back with a gaze,Perhaps a futile attempt,to startle a grown man’s heart.And as always I took it with a smile.when I gazed upon her eyes further,instead of the love that I was hoping forI got to see my own reflection thrown back at me.And on her eyes there was no love for me.©rahoof