who are abandoned by hatred... It accepts those who believes in it, It blooms where there is a hope Love illuminates from within where there is a space... It never fades away Even grew stronger n stronger with the passage of time...
Wishing the wonderful writers a very happy n prosperous new year... thank you so much for all the love n appreciation n the constant support ❤️
Poems are made up of few heart breaks, joy n expectations It's a blend of numerous thoughts and a thousands of emotions that are unsaid... Poets are more like a painter they can paint their black n white life into different hues, that one can't even think of... Have an amalgamation of metaphors n similes, that have tangible essence of raw feelings... May be rusted memories n heart warming tales...
Poetries are untold stories or hidden emotions wrapped in the packets of tears, joy , laughter, pain n some of the treasured memories ❄️.
With lots of best wishes... wishing you all a Merry Christmas ⛄ Stay safe amazing writers here.
We live in our stories, We shared a lot in common, N came a long way from mere chats to sophisticated poetries filled with smilies n metaphors... Hidden emotions takes the shapes of vindictive muses... A chapter near to closer to make a way for the new one to be continued... ✨.
I feel like writing something after a long time... ...
Thank you wonderful writers for all your love❤️... Hope you all are keeping up with your good health. I know its late but I completed this prompt today only after facing writer's block from past few weeks.... I just tried to penned down this after a break.
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I borrowed a handful of blue skies from my last lover and spread it over my ached wounds and they are on their way to healing, I have stiched those wounds with a thread of love... Then applied tincture of hope to it, Wrapped that with a bandage of care because we both have promised To stay together at the time of crises, Even after our separation... We are still trying to lit our tiny world with a fist full of sunshine and laughter...
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It's a beautiful day to live, with sparrows chirping love songs and writers inking about their heart breaks.
Love and pain, pain and love- do they belong together?
To answer this question we have with us, Miss Devika, a poetess/writer. 'Hello, Devika what do you think about this?'
"Yes love is pain, and pain is love. Without pain you won't be able to realise the power of your love.
People say pain acts as a catalyst to bring out the love you have for someone, to some extent it is correct but when there's just pain and misunderstanding and the other person isn't trying to understand you, that's when you have to confront them, and if they aren't able to empathize- it's time to leave.
Love isn't always about perfect sunsets with your loved one, love is about the storm, how you both walk hand in hand in it and come out with rainbows on your head as tiaras. It's about the tears you shed to build your abode, away from everyone else, your home. Just you and your love"
Wise and beautiful. Answer and the person, both! Thankyou Devika for your time.
As we conclude this thought, Love for some is the cure to all wounds, and for some- it is the wounds. Just like @season_ says, 'Love is a two edged sword You love bad, you kill You love well, you heal'
But you see, love is more than just wounds and cures, it is everything in between. It is war, with a lavender crown on his head, his hands are red of that of blood but he holds a precious white rose, gently.
Love is nothing like you imagined, it is something that comes to you one night at a time and fills you with emotions you didn't know your heart is capable of feeling.
I once read a prose by (eurusgrey) Miss Sakshi, she said, 'Someone once told me I was the sun, who turned everything around her to ashes, but believe me Darling, i'll burn myself down before letting even a flame near you.'
Love can make you do things. Big things.
Writers tend to write the most on this topic. I once asked a dear friend of mine, Sakshi (my_cup_of_poetry) to describe someone she loves and she said, "With stars tucked in his eyes, he looks like a poetry that never withers away!"
And now that we are at it, I have Hafeez on call, 'Hi Hafeez, can you hear me? Tell me something about hearbreaks.'
" Heartbreaks are check points that prepare your heart for true love. Hearts are broken so that they may be petrified again with the lacquer of love.
I derived it from Kintsugi, which is a Japanese art where broken vessels are lacquered with gold.. And made more beautiful. "
That is a beautiful message to everyone walking around with a broken heart in their chest.
We are almost out of time, so here i will quote the wisest of all- Hayat, " To be human is to love, and to love is to do so unhumanly.
I don't think one can be a human without 'loving' (and no, it's not just the romantic kind, it doesn't even have to be a person. Emphasis remains more on it being an activity in some or the other form, more than on the subject of its bestowment. ) And the fact alone that a human can love, transcends the mortal confinements of what 'the humanly form' constitutes of. One would be surprised to fathom such an overflow of something so divine, and to be intentionally ironic, not-humanly-possible -- from a thing so mortal, so trivial, so meek, so common, in its existence.
That'd also make sense when an experience of love in our lives doesn't go good, sometimes we may even regret it or be deeply saddened by; in the bigger picture, isn't something to be felt "bad" about or regret to. We loved unhumanly. And we loved so in all our human selves. That experience is a validation of our lives in itself. The journey is something of what it means to exist in itself."
I am wearing a yellow dress today and he tells me that I look like sunshine and smell of lilacs, with my hair falling on my shoulders he slightly brushes them before tucking them behind my ear and rests his hand on my cheek. I smile, with my pale lips as if I have seen a rainbow but as I try to place my hand on his, I do not find it there. He smiles at me and I stare in his black eyes looking for answers within the stars that live beneath those lashes but slowly it turns into a void and he begins disappearing into thin air until he becomes one with the wind and leaves me there, by the window, alone with an ache in my stomach with the butterflies starting to rot and yet I long for more.
I am wearing a yellow dress today but all I see is blue and all I feel is grey.
#picturec this is how you turn a perfectly soothing picture into something sad.