today is one of those nights.
I don’t know if you can bear the pain I’m going through right now.. I’m sure as hell, you wouldn’t last a day.
You were the incarnation of pain. #healerpoetry ☾ @healerpoetry
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Which option do you go with? 💛
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So many wrinkles he has,
I have lost the count,
He is growing old,
But, he is still safe and sound,
He still smiles every now and then,
But, in the rainy season, he gets afraid like a little mouse.
He smells like a drunk mugger,
Drops failing anywhere can be heard in every corner,
Back then he was sober,
Had fresh skin and dipples by lips,
like a young nipper,
He is always there for me as a brother.
His knees have grown old,
Maybe that's the reason they are talking to some folks,
It will be not long before he gets sold,
They are looking everywhere,
For growing mould,
They say he will go to ground and will fold but, I know he can hold.
My memories are abandoning their home,
I have burst in tears many times before looking at those wrinkles,
I'll not going to leave you my little mouse,
Hold, hold and hold your knees are not old,
My brother, you are stronger than the mountain in the north,
You have bear so many colds,
Let's share a few more until I'm the tomb. .
Broken girl. Everybody thinks she's the 'broken girl'. She is the girl who silently prays for you whenever you cross her mind, just because she loves you this much. She's the girl who'd wait for you at the sidewalk when you're tying your laces and everybody else keeps on moving, ignoring you. She's the girl who will come back to you after you've been cut off in a group conversation to acknowledge what you were about to say. She's the girl who will take two leaps if you take one to be a better person. She's the girl who will knock anybody down who's talking crap behind your back. She's the girl who won't ever believe in false rumors knowing that you're a good person at heart, never assuming, because she knows there's another side to the story as well. She's the girl who will wait for you even if you're an hour late to the commitment. She's the girl who, despite being hurt, will try to be in your shoes and handle the situation with all her maturity. You might think she's a pushover sometimes, but you know she does it because she has a heart of gold. You know it. Everybody else knows it. She might know it, but she denies being the 'bigger person' in a situation. It's the little things that count you know. Not the fancy gifts, not the fancy hangouts. Just her. Just her, being her honest, loving, and selfless self.
If you have that girl in your life, cherish her. She might not know she's precious, but you can make her feel like one, not because you feel bad for her, but she deserves every inch of appreciation. After all, she deserves it.
She might be a broken girl to the society, but that only makes her more beautiful and you know damn well you love her. — @beheadedsoul
8.45 strickes and halts on
clocks that hung on walls.
Faith prays seated on pews
motionless and numb.
Prayers turn shrieks and and wails as tears howl inside church doors.
All as bombs explode.
' Holocaust in Minutes '
30 years of war finished,it was finally peace. Laughter echoed as freedom spread. Alas! It didn't last long. As the easter sunday dawned and people merry with the resurrection of the lord, hate spread it's poison on love. Casulties I know not but lives lost. Pray those ceased, rest in peace and pray quick recovery for all those injured.
But all I know is we together are strong, we didn't have race and religion split us. We walked together hand in hand and each tragedy we overcame. But all tragedies we survive together as one. For we as Buddhists, Christians, Hindus and Islamic we are just one strong family. We will rise from this dark and tread towards light as one. We will rise together a united Srilanka. #PrayForSL#wetogetherasone#srilanka#lka #poetry#poem#poet#poetsofinstagram#writersofinstagram#writing#poetsofig#writer#poetrycommunity#poems#wordporn#writersofig#words#spilledink#instapoet#typewriter#prose#poets
Who's ready for May? This was inspired by @letsescapril! Their thought-provoking, pen-compelling prompts have kept me going all April long!
Use the prompts any way you like! They can be for poetry, flash fiction, short stories, any type of writing! Use #mayyourpoemssing or tag me so I can read your work! At the end of each week in May, I'll post somebody's prompt inspired work on either my story or feed! Who's in?
If you're doing something similar, comment below so I can check out your prompts during May and participate in your contests 😊
Wow you guys, it was honestly a blast collaborating with each and everyone one of you. You’re all amazing writers and really have boosted my spirit and motivation to write. I’ve always been an outcast and it feels great to be apart of a writing and poetry community. For that, I truly believe I can begin doing read alouds which will ultimately prepare me for any upcoming poetry slams. I used to give speeches without being too compassionate, but now I feel I must apply that. It honestly means the world to me. There was a period in my life where I just stopped writing and drawing all together but it’s always other gifted individuals who keep me going. When it came to Collabs I was like oh how the heck do I start and now it’s become an everyday thing. Writing is my greatest passion overall and there’s nothing else I love to do better. -love #writers#writerscommumity#letswrite#poetry#art#poetryslams#authors#writing#mirakee#quotes#timetravel#love#betrayal#writing#poets#motivationalquotes#motivation#fiction
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Fifty shades of blue.
fifty shades of happiness.
fifty shades of hope.
fifty shades of love.
fifty shades of dreams.
fifty shades of smiles.
fifty shades of dances.
fifty shades of me.
رنگ ساز (the one who paints)
I’ve dreamt of us jumping in the ocean
Turning white and then red and then dark
And we sit and we talk as we stare
Into the nothingness that has been
brought in front of us
And we are so free,
here in this new city
And we fear talking about
going back to the real lives
As this we call our safe haven,
and we know,
Havening is running away and
we think we’re too strong
And as we climb back on the sand,
So silky soft, so yellow,
but then it goes brown
And your footsteps on it point in a direction
We know we shouldn’t be going towards,
But the cream shells mingle on your toes
And as I pick them up and play a tune
Your world is painted achromatic
Giving you a chance to walk
wherever your heart desires
And since you know, you’d want me there,
You take the abyss for the water
And pat it on my face,
So gently, that all my hue is washed too
And then we both just take a daring step
Into that unknown direction,
We know we should be worried but deeper down,
We had just always wanted to run away.
57924 April, 2019
The lovesick visitors who would
travel from miles away
To occupy the heaven that
Lies on the earth in the name,
In the shape of Kashmir,
Have seemed to lost their way
as I couldn't see any
The snow that falls so
generously on the highest heights and
The lowest of the weeds,
just sticks and clings to the land,
It doesn't melt,
The winter this time had come to stay,
The colours of the phiran with the floral prints
That used to speak of the uniqueness and the beauty of the people who had embroidered them and their lands was missing from the skin of the locals,
They were seem to be in a hiding,
The boats on the waters of dal,
were empty as the hearts of those who had put the sanctity of the place to rest
The words I heard the most were how the cold has come once again
It is their pride, their winters
But this time they didn't take much pride in it,
They were scared that this winter might stay,
Just like how it felt when you walked out of my door stayed with me,
And now I just feel like the abandon streets of kashmir,
72123 April, 2019
You mistaken them to be at their weakest when indeed they were at their strongest,
Bowing down with their heads on the ground and hands by their side
They were at their strongest with their mind at so much peace and eyes in another world
And their knees side by side,
The strongest arrangement, packed, compact, with all the energy focused on one and just one plane,
But you mistook it to be an opening for your actions
The ones that fill your eyes with filth, and your hands with dirt and
the ones which are due to your weakening,
When the sound of the adhan filled the four walls with a message to welcome them inside the mosque
An invitation for them to their safety and peace,
You misread it, misheard it, to be the one for you,
You entered and you were greeted by the warmest of the 'hello brother'
And you still couldn't hold up the fraternity and thought of them to be fragile when they were just
Putting forth a hand of acceptance to make you feel the most at comfort
And you decided to strip yourself of that dutiful hand
And that merciful smile
And you couldn't even grow big enough to be yourself in the crowd
And decided to make yourself the only one,
And as they bowed down, you think you grew strong
And it's a shame
Such a shame that you denied yourself to be more than just dirt but holy grail
You stand with head so high and yet you are weaker than the necks you bent
It was the midnight of a bright summer day,
And it was what it did to me that stayed,
It was the colour of the petals that blossomed in me and I was on the floor, for so long,
Like the flowers that fell on the road, and the very touch of a leaf, the sense of being
Made me move, made me feel,
Feel the way the spring feels to the almond branches
The way the white covers the atmosphere
And the way you sit and stare at it,
Yes, I felt like you were looking at me
And yes, it made me feel alive
For your eyes on me make me feel something in ways I can't compare to anything
But the buds coming to life
As that's what you did to me,
And that's what you do,
You breathe and I, the almond blossom, come to life
And as you look at me,
Your gaze makes me feel beautiful,
I get a bellyache,
The good kind
Even your hurting me is lively
Imagine what your loving me would do,
I wonder if I could ever feel that,
Only if I could ever feel you love me,
1921015 April, 2019
Does everyone has this sudden urge to paint your shoes or is it just me??❤
What would you like to paint on your shoes!
2881414 April, 2019
Friedmann, Lemaître said that universe was dense,
So dense at one point and decided to expand,
And it did, and it became less dense,
It grew and grew and it is still growing
And that is what they called the big bang!
And around the time I was studying this,
I saw you your green eyes as my eyes lift up from the page
And I saw a story,
And something I wanted to explore!
I felt like I was in Hubble's shoes,
As I wanted to study the unfolding of you
Like he experimented on the unfolding of the universe.
We talked and talked,
You told me how your life is a mosaic of endings
And all I could see was the beginnings that came out of it
And how they promise to live for infinity
I felt like a scientist,
Making my case,
This time it was love,
With so many theories,
So many remarkable dates,
But I went on
And your hands started to shake
As I held them with mine
And it was as if you'll explode
If I came any closer
And I did,
But you stayed still,
And let yourself expand,
Opening up to someone was new for you
And I am glad you did,
Because from there you were finally growing
And becoming someone less dense,
And there was no turning around from there,
You put down all the dead skin that you used to let hang,
Oh darling, that's how you did it again,
You caused another Big Bang.
1921413 April, 2019
I am not saying you haven't tried
I am just saying you're human
Like my father told me once
To not let anything hang
And I think you're hanging
And with you, your entire world
It is now almost spring
Or maybe just completely
And I saw you in winter
The last time
And you blamed it all on the winds
You said the dark days make you that way
And you refused to accept you're human
You are always running Dahlia
To places where you are super
And I know you're running
And you think that's brave
But your human heart won't understand
Your calculated mind and it's ways
Oh! Dahlia you're the first bloom of every season
And there are so many eyes and ears you haven't touched,
If you wait for him to come back again
How will you grow?
You'll bloom and simultaneously you'll wither
It's not the sun,
It's not the winds,
It's you and you're only human
But if you think otherwise,
The winter nights are over
So put a spring in your step,
It might just put a beat in your heart
203612 April, 2019
A poem I wrote on my visit to this heavenly land of Kashmir only a few months ago,
It touched my heart;
Walk me through these lands, I need a hand to hold
If truth must be told I haven't thought of home
I feel like a stranger,
Like a lonesome tree of Pampore
I have snow in my blood and I fear the cold.
The dark of the night makes me burn for the day
The stories I write to keep my mind awake
The poems I recite,
All give their blue to the shores
I have felt a pull from the mighty sky
I have felt a push to this garden, all dried.
So walk me through these lands
For my blood is now sore
The warmth of the flowers has stopped to grow,
Ambushed men have survived
The peaceful ones seem to have died
And yet in my land, I've forgotten,
To carry some light.