Miraquill
Is it possible to be a hurdle
Or something else to be a bundle
Sometimes you feel like a candle
With darkened room and no handle
Is that your mind or you fainting
Or something else like you painting
You drawing your lights to brighten'
For her gloomy nights to lighten'
Will she bloom again and rely
Or her hope , died as leaves dry
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21w
Aching ️
Whom will i show my wrenching blood
When no one is shedding nor flood
Is it me , or some lost thoughts of thine
Or some ghosted shambles of that Rhine
Disarrayed beholder with beloved and panting pain
Tormented agony full of lasting vain
The sufferings subdued my dark aisle
Still longing endlessly and smiling for a while
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A letter to myself
Hello Dear inner self, You know there are some ups and downs in life but don't let them overtake you and your mental peace. You know probably no one is there to understand the pain or stiffness but atleast you are there for yourself. Life is very hard and even harder when you have freaking people around you. Not just your friends or stuff, even your family, all freak you out when you aren't enough. Breaking is okay but being hit by pain again and again even when you are already in pain is hella hard. I think everyone has that stage where they think they can't make it happen but ultimately they do make it and let the gloom get out of it .The reality often reveals faces which you aren't ready to see and bursts the fear out of you for which you are shattered only. May be i am here because, sometimes bursting your thoughts makes you feel lighter. There are so much emotions that you aren't able to let go of any. And your heart is so mad in pain that you don't know where your way is leading you.When people break, let them break because sometimes breaking into pieces is better than being shrouded with glomminess and melancholy!
O my heart! you are beautifully and melancholically strong
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24w
My lips are dry
Will you hold me till i rely?
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25w
Sometimes it's too late to ask anything
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The land of bloody shove
The hand full of bleeding dove
Hands covered in gloves
But the blood still flows
Dogs standing in human forms
With handful of iron warms
Even the dogs mourn the Arcadia
But these tyrants jibe With alea
The dawn covered with bloody eyes
And the dusk with cold goodbyes
The vicious and bloodthirsty power
With never-ending cycle of hover
Fortnights lost but not the persecution
Only the lives and smiles of retribution
Till the light of shine rise
We shall bleed for arise
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Bleeding kashmir
Come with me I'll show you what mourning looks like, the crying of a mother who never thought she will see his son dying before her , the cry of the widow who never thought of severance from her beloved husband , a little child who even don't know what death is ,and her father is far away from her!
What is the mistake of all those who were killed ?
The answer is same from decades , they are Kashmiris , the land mourns the deaths of its beloved people, the sky mourns the death of blooming flowers, the air mourns, for the smell of blood is never-ending!
Who sold this paradise , who sold the happy faces , who claims to restore it , who sold the honey filled days of our paradise !
We belonging to the valley of sorrow pay the price , the price of belonging , the price of being a Kashmiri and the price of being a muslim!
I just want to hug my kashmir , want to rub the bloody stains , want to surrender everything just for the sake of my land but these tyrants don't let us go .
They killed us , suppressed us , oppressed us but they don't know whenever there is supression , whenever is a pull down , there is a pull up and one day no matter how many lives they take ,we will win hopefully
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I was a little rose with heart warming smell , people loved and tender my petals unless they found the thorns of my stem . They wanted to love me even when i hurt them beyond their capacity.
Being a rose i was too delicate but my thorns made me smile by quenching my thirst of delicacy and made me furious.
I am a rose with soothing aroma but tyrant touch .
I am a rose with soft petals and sepals around but i hurt them like no one can.
With the grace of beauty and fatal frame. I wanted to become a rose but forsaken were the thorns of brute .
I may have gotten the aroma but i am brutal to touch ,may be you should just have thoughts about me rather than touching my thorns and bleed
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Please give me a break from this freaking world of mine
I'm annoyed, freaked , tangled in this worldly wine
Let me go to the shores where sea met the sand
Let me go away from frowns and save me from drowning into band
Fiercely looking through my eyes , it got blurred and blind
Let me go to the seas where no tranquil grind
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Sky with no pillars
Beam without blurs
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