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  • ❝death is only for our bodies, our souls will live forever and so will our love; we are destined to be together till the end of time❞
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  • ❝death is only for our bodies, our souls will live forever and so will our love; we are destined to be together till the end of time❞
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    if you haven’t been told today, let me tell you that you’re amazing. sending my love and sunshine your way 🌺
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  • 360 3 5 hours ago
  • 'Do you believe sometimes people should be pulled apart to come closer, Noor?' Deb asks.

I look up at him, scrutinizing probably for the hundredth time since the past nine months, I could tell Deb has changed a lot, he has grown a few inches taller, he looks pale, a hint of longingness and a dash of sadness underlines his eyes now and then. 'Why didn't you come, Noor?' .
' Where Deb?' I ask visibly confused.

Deb looks at me surprised and mumbles softly ' You don't know yet. Okay.' he says as the words somehow slowly make their way out. .
'I waited you know.' Deb adds after a while, giving it a second thought.
I look around to find myself midst a dark forest, thick in its own way, a ray of sun peeks through the canopy, fighting to witness a glimpse of us.

There isn't anything here except for Deb and myself.
'It's a strange place' I say, 'where are we, Deb?'
Deb smiles gently and starts to say something but he decides to let the time answer. 
Deb leans on to the nearby oak tree with his weight upon the tree, he looks fragile.
'Would you care for a dance with me, Noor?'
. 'Dance? in here? Now?' .
Deb takes my hand, somewhere among the trees Elvis Presley's voice floods in gently. "Wise men say, only fools rush in
for i can't help falling in love with you"

Strange, very strange, we stand there in the middle of a magical place, dancing with the wind caressing our hair.

Deb strokes my hair leans in and whisper 'You can find me here anytime, Noor. In between the leaves, between the silence that hangs like a blanket, in the fresh air rustling beyond these mountains, in every grain of sand and in you.' Deb smiles again, his eyes are moist. 'What? I don't understand. Where are you going?' I begin to say but stops mid-sentence by the presence of a warm hand on my shoulder.

The song continues "Shall i stay, would it be a sin. Oh, i can't help following in love with you." Deb gradually starts to fade away. I reach out to grab him, but he's gone.
I could feel his presence, his soft warm breath like a forlorn wish.
I turn around to face familiar eyes, lost deep in its own world.
'I'm glad you could make it for Deb's funeral' Deb's dad says.

A deadly silence reigns.
  • 'Do you believe sometimes people should be pulled apart to come closer, Noor?' Deb asks.

    I look up at him, scrutinizing probably for the hundredth time since the past nine months, I could tell Deb has changed a lot, he has grown a few inches taller, he looks pale, a hint of longingness and a dash of sadness underlines his eyes now and then. 'Why didn't you come, Noor?' .
    ' Where Deb?' I ask visibly confused.

    Deb looks at me surprised and mumbles softly ' You don't know yet. Okay.' he says as the words somehow slowly make their way out. .
    'I waited you know.' Deb adds after a while, giving it a second thought.
    I look around to find myself midst a dark forest, thick in its own way, a ray of sun peeks through the canopy, fighting to witness a glimpse of us.

    There isn't anything here except for Deb and myself.
    'It's a strange place' I say, 'where are we, Deb?'
    Deb smiles gently and starts to say something but he decides to let the time answer.
    Deb leans on to the nearby oak tree with his weight upon the tree, he looks fragile.
    'Would you care for a dance with me, Noor?'
    . 'Dance? in here? Now?' .
    Deb takes my hand, somewhere among the trees Elvis Presley's voice floods in gently. "Wise men say, only fools rush in
    for i can't help falling in love with you"

    Strange, very strange, we stand there in the middle of a magical place, dancing with the wind caressing our hair.

    Deb strokes my hair leans in and whisper 'You can find me here anytime, Noor. In between the leaves, between the silence that hangs like a blanket, in the fresh air rustling beyond these mountains, in every grain of sand and in you.' Deb smiles again, his eyes are moist. 'What? I don't understand. Where are you going?' I begin to say but stops mid-sentence by the presence of a warm hand on my shoulder.

    The song continues "Shall i stay, would it be a sin. Oh, i can't help following in love with you." Deb gradually starts to fade away. I reach out to grab him, but he's gone.
    I could feel his presence, his soft warm breath like a forlorn wish.
    I turn around to face familiar eyes, lost deep in its own world.
    'I'm glad you could make it for Deb's funeral' Deb's dad says.

    A deadly silence reigns.
  • 326 1 5 hours ago
  • ❝sweetheart, you are as graceful as the mid autumn leaves❞
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artwork source: @esthergili
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follow @bruisedmelodies for more poems and quotes like this
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if you haven’t been told today, let me tell you that you’re amazing. sending my love and sunshine your way 🌺
  • ❝sweetheart, you are as graceful as the mid autumn leaves❞
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    artwork source: @esthergili
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    follow @bruisedmelodies for more poems and quotes like this
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    if you haven’t been told today, let me tell you that you’re amazing. sending my love and sunshine your way 🌺
  • 245 19 6 hours ago
  • Is it a habit
Or it is an art
To seek validation 
From someone's broken parts
How strange it is
To ask for healing
In the name of love
To see attachment 
As a bandaid on the wounds
Of your heart
Looking through the windows 
For a turmeric laden palm 
To soothe the lingering pain
Of our insecurities 
Why is it that we yearn
For someone to piece us back
Why don't we start
To reach in
And fix the plugs ourselves
Why is that I can't love me
Why is that you can't love you?

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  • Is it a habit
    Or it is an art
    To seek validation
    From someone's broken parts
    How strange it is
    To ask for healing
    In the name of love
    To see attachment
    As a bandaid on the wounds
    Of your heart
    Looking through the windows
    For a turmeric laden palm
    To soothe the lingering pain
    Of our insecurities
    Why is it that we yearn
    For someone to piece us back
    Why don't we start
    To reach in
    And fix the plugs ourselves
    Why is that I can't love me
    Why is that you can't love you?

    Follow @love_and_solace for more visually enticing and poetic and bookish content!❤
  • 10 4 6 hours ago
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  • 2 1 6 hours ago
  • time stopped, the fates compromised and the sky blushed.
it blushed so hard, it rained.
it rained like Zeus had lost control.
the wind blew with a kind of mercy, as if wary of the eyes all around us,
and made up for the few formal inches we took care to keep between us.
i loved they way those eyes moved in a rush
while we stood there frozen
caught in the moment
i was mesmerized standing there with you 
with my hands occasionally shifting from the straps of my bag to my face and back to the straps
caught sometimes in the middle by those of yours.
but my gaze stayed put.
not once did it linger on any one of those hundreds of ordinary faces who tried so hard to be extraordinary.
but you?
i am back home and i still can't figure out what's so extraordinary about you.
it's the same eyes, same nose and the same mouth.
but there's just this thing with you, this mysterious, beautiful thing no word can truly be enough to describe. it's madness.
and i love this madness.
and i wanna write about this madness.
and i wanna feel this madness everyday for the rest of my life.
and as i wait for my next encounter with this madness 
i wanna keep on searching for such 'good enough' words to unburden this madness. 
because it's you.
my madness.
my infinite madness.
#thelonevixen 🖤
  • time stopped, the fates compromised and the sky blushed.
    it blushed so hard, it rained.
    it rained like Zeus had lost control.
    the wind blew with a kind of mercy, as if wary of the eyes all around us,
    and made up for the few formal inches we took care to keep between us.
    i loved they way those eyes moved in a rush
    while we stood there frozen
    caught in the moment
    i was mesmerized standing there with you
    with my hands occasionally shifting from the straps of my bag to my face and back to the straps
    caught sometimes in the middle by those of yours.
    but my gaze stayed put.
    not once did it linger on any one of those hundreds of ordinary faces who tried so hard to be extraordinary.
    but you?
    i am back home and i still can't figure out what's so extraordinary about you.
    it's the same eyes, same nose and the same mouth.
    but there's just this thing with you, this mysterious, beautiful thing no word can truly be enough to describe. it's madness.
    and i love this madness.
    and i wanna write about this madness.
    and i wanna feel this madness everyday for the rest of my life.
    and as i wait for my next encounter with this madness
    i wanna keep on searching for such 'good enough' words to unburden this madness.
    because it's you.
    my madness.
    my infinite madness.
    #thelonevixen 🖤
  • 27 1 6 hours ago
  • Helpless to the pain.
  • Helpless to the pain.
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  • Never give up your dreams. Your dreams give you wings. Your dreams set your heart on fire. Your dreams give your life purpose and meaning. Without our pursuit of our dreams we feel empty. Without the pursuit of our dreams our life does not feel full and prosperous. Take the risk. Choose your supportive team. Pursue self-love. Pursue your hearts desires. Pursue always, pursue your dreams! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🤴🌹
  • Never give up your dreams. Your dreams give you wings. Your dreams set your heart on fire. Your dreams give your life purpose and meaning. Without our pursuit of our dreams we feel empty. Without the pursuit of our dreams our life does not feel full and prosperous. Take the risk. Choose your supportive team. Pursue self-love. Pursue your hearts desires. Pursue always, pursue your dreams! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🤴🌹
  • 6 1 6 hours ago
  • Children look at the ruins and overjoyed; thinking it was a castle
  • Children look at the ruins and overjoyed; thinking it was a castle
  • 3 1 6 hours ago
  • Love you and thank you for all your support and kind words. Glad my poetry helps you. 🦋🌹💛😊You can buy it off Amazon, in kindle or paperback anywhere in the world. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹buy 2 or more of my paperbacks and be featured in a picture you send me holding the books on my WALL. 💛💛💛💛💛💛God bless.SEARCH UNDER CATHERINE DAWN PORTER. Worldwide on AMAZON..buy one paperback and be featured in my STORIES. 🥰🥰🥰
  • Love you and thank you for all your support and kind words. Glad my poetry helps you. 🦋🌹💛😊You can buy it off Amazon, in kindle or paperback anywhere in the world. 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹buy 2 or more of my paperbacks and be featured in a picture you send me holding the books on my WALL. 💛💛💛💛💛💛God bless.SEARCH UNDER CATHERINE DAWN PORTER. Worldwide on AMAZON..buy one paperback and be featured in my STORIES. 🥰🥰🥰
  • 5 1 6 hours ago
  • • conversations // 9
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"are you okay?", she asks. 
here was this question again. 
a question i deeply detest. 
a question that scares me. .
"no, i am not. ever since you left, my nights have been darker than the usual. the stars don't shine the way they used to. the moon? it has lost its charm. the wind, i feel like is slapping me. no. nothing seems okay. not anymore. there's a void in my heart, that nothing seems to fill. it's all empty. i spent the last whole night, staring at the ceiling. staring into nothingness. i wanted to cry. it was all too heavy, you know. i so wanted to cry. i couldn't. it's not okay." .
i type. i press backspace. .
"yes. what about you?"
message sent.
(to be continued, some other day.)
— @heyitsmaham
  • • conversations // 9
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    "are you okay?", she asks.
    here was this question again.
    a question i deeply detest.
    a question that scares me. .
    "no, i am not. ever since you left, my nights have been darker than the usual. the stars don't shine the way they used to. the moon? it has lost its charm. the wind, i feel like is slapping me. no. nothing seems okay. not anymore. there's a void in my heart, that nothing seems to fill. it's all empty. i spent the last whole night, staring at the ceiling. staring into nothingness. i wanted to cry. it was all too heavy, you know. i so wanted to cry. i couldn't. it's not okay." .
    i type. i press backspace. .
    "yes. what about you?"
    message sent.
    (to be continued, some other day.)
    @heyitsmaham
  • 72 15 6 hours ago
  • The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.

Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.

The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.

You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.

You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?

There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.

When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?

Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.

Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.

Take walks in places you’ve never been.

Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.

Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.

One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today. Not today. - Azra Tabassum

Artwork by @bea.slmn
  • The first person who saw your face was delighted by you. Isn’t that something? You managed to bring joy only by breathing.

    Your mother will occasionally peek through the cracks of your door when you are sleeping, even now, to make sure that she can see the movements of your chest.

    The boy who kissed you in the park last night isn’t in love with you, he won’t even stay, but he meant every second of those minutes.

    You’ll walk a city street that your feet have never touched before and you’ll be terrified of getting lost and that feeling is what’ll help you find the way home.

    You’ll give your money to a homeless man and he will hold your hand firmly between his and he will say ‘thank you so, so much’ and isn’t that something?

    There’s a piece of music that makes your heart feel like it’s bleeding. Listen to it. Listen to it again.

    When was the last time you paused to stare at night time?

    Did you know that there is at least one person in your life who will jump in front of a hail of bullets for you, without your asking.

    Your entire body is made of nerves. Feel things.

    Take walks in places you’ve never been.

    Take photographs of people not everyone considers beautiful. Find loveliness in them.

    Let go of the things that are killing you from the inside out.

    One day you’re going to be part of the sky, you’re going to be that beautiful and that necessary but not today. Not today. - Azra Tabassum

    Artwork by @bea.slmn
  • 1,061 13 7 hours ago