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rumeeezena
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LIFE DOES NOT SHARE THE SECRET WHEN IT WILL HAPPENS
MAKE SURE U DO GOOD THINGS
MAKE OTHER HAPPY AND EVEN IF U DID BAD JUST FORGET THAT DECIDE THAT U WILL DO GOOD FROM TODAY
MAYBE NOT EVERYONE IS PERFECT
YET PERFECTION COMES FROM PRACTICE
THUS U WILL NEVER BE SCARED OF UR LAST BREATH
@RUHI -
laxitha
136w
Read More@hoshi I write for you today. Because you make me happy. I don't know if I have felt this warm in years, when you gave me the happy news. And oh, I'm not putting our bond into the 'forever' category, but your happiness will keep on making me smile, so I promise it is perpetual.
I hope you read this someday (because it may be short, it took me 2 solid hours to write), just enough to know that I miss you. �� And I miss long comments and conversations. Come back, sometime soon.
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I sit on charcoaled wall of my newly made house. The colours of the sky are deep purple, bright orange and tint of blue. The house broke down and yet, our conversations stood. I asked my husband to rebuild this wall, in similar fashion. No questions were asked.
We talked on starry nights, of pain, guilt, regrets, likes and somehow ended up meaning a lot to each other. I wrote to him in poetries and he called me magic. He wrote to me with love and I called him star. On numerous occasions, his wrinkled hands fell on the wall and he told me how life was similar. You never purposefully colour it, and yet somehow end up doing it. He rambled about his theories on life and we ended up scrutinizing stars into our plates.
His was the Pole Star. Mine, the Betelgeuse. He wanted path in life and I always ended up being the second best. "Coffee?" He'd ask. But would end up giving me a purpose. And so, when he wasn't there, I'd still verse.
Today, I am two years short of 40. And my kids know him a little. I know him a little. I told him to take road trips and fall in love. And when he returned a smile never left his mouth while he enjoyed newness over cups of coffees and cans of beers.
We had a lifetime of conversations, wrapped in a wall. We had bricks of hearts and spades, and an ace of club tucked under a diary. Some diamonds of Jupiter and Saturn etched in memories and a throne full of crazy fantasies. I laughed over his silly questions and he chuckled as I made dad jokes. Win-win for us, as we ran smoothly into fullness after being only on the edge of a breakdown.
Well, now that he has settled, he visits me sometimes, and I hope to keep this place, this wall even, even when we have fallen out. I will verse, from the uneven conversations we made, laughed, cried and read.I verse.
The old man stands wrinkled
From guilt and pleasure alike
He teases his name
Like its his for life.
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©laxitha
(not it, Hoshi writes in caption, so Laxitha will do the same) -
allbymyself
136w
Read MoreYou tell me simple things.
Like walking to the bus stop alone when you were five years old. It was natural for you because mother was never at home. She had to be in the hospital at all times because in her own words, "I want to see you grow up and go to college, Amaris. The doctors tell me this is the only way to make that happen."
And Papa had to work for twelve hours a day, seven days a week in the coal mines to put milk and bread on the table. Your eyes well up when you talk about him. He said that this was no way for a child to live. "Do you have friends, Amaris?", he would ask you. And you didn't know why, but you lied and said Yes.
You tell me simple things.
Like walking to the hospital three miles away when you were twelve. Mother looked different, her breath was shallow and her voice barely a whisper. She asked you to hold her hand and you did. "Amaris, I won't be there to see you grow up. But your Papa will. Promise me you will make him proud."
And after that, death wasn't just a word.
You never saw Papa cry, and you wondered why. You asked him one day if he ever truly loved mother, and a bridge seemed to collapse under his eyes. And you had your answer. He had never taken a holiday in his life but he promised to be there on the day you graduated from college.
You tell me simple things.
Like the day Papa never came home, and you could see your world crumbling in front of your eyes. But a few days passed, and then, a few months. And though your life always seemed to be on the precipice, it didn't go over the edge. You ended up graduating, but neither mother or papa were there. And that lie of twelve years ago, it wasn't a lie any longer.
You tell me simple things. And I turn them into stories. When you ask me why, I always say "Because you survived. And if that doesn't mean anything, I don't know what does."
- Avitaj
@greypages_ @dopamineAmaris
Her eyes look sharp and steady
Into the empty parts of me.
- Foreigner's God, Hozier -
ashish_rajput
137w
Treat him like a "King",
He will treat you like a "Queen",
Treat him like a "Game",
And, he will show you how it's "Played"...
©Ashish -
ashish_rajput
137w
"हँसाती" थी मुझकों, औऱ, कभी "रुला" भी देती थी,
करके वो मुझसे वादे "भूला" भी देती थी,
"बेवफ़ा" थी मगर, "दिल" को अच्छी लगती थी,
कभी बातें "मोहोब्बत" की सुना भी देती थी,
कभी "बेवक़्त" चली आती थी मिलने को,
कभी "मोहोब्बत" के कीमती पल गवा भी देती थी,
थाम लेती थी हाथ मेरा यूँही कभी,
कभी, अपना हाथ मेरे हाथ से छुड़ा भी लेती थी,
अजीब "धूप-छाव" सा था "मिज़ाज" उसका,
"मोहोब्बत" भी करती, औऱ, "नज़रों" से गिरा भी देती थी...
©आशीष -
nadan_parindeyy_
137w
Tumhare Sath Zindagi Jeene Ka Tarika Sikhna Tha
Tum Toh Mrrne Ka Tarika Sikha Gyi.
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@nadan_parindeyy_ -
ariachez
147w
good days
feel like standing
on the middle
of an intersection,
car honks
as background music,
looking at
a mile-long traffic,
dreading for the
red light
turn to green.
©ariachez
jul282019 -
You are tired of dealing with the devil, and I wonder if it's a bad time to remind you we are atheists.
And you laugh like you did that afternoon in 1984 and say, "Just 'cause we are atheists darling, don't mean we can't have faith."
- Avitaj -
isara_
136w
Overheard someone say "she's not a virgin"
"Too bad, now you can't sacrifice her to Satan" I blurted out.
©isara_ -
rumeeezena
138w
LIFE IS LIKE A HILL U MAY GO UP TO AN EXTENT, MAY COME DOWN TO AN EXTENT, BUT YOUR DETERMINATION WILL ALWAYS TAKE YOU UP WITHOUT TURNING BACK IF YOU ARE REALLY DETERMINED...
