HOW A KISS FEELS
Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …
HOW A KISS FEELS
Lets begin How a Kiss really Feels! When the lips are cold and the warmth is hold, the lips falling off, on the loving role. When you feel your heat, …
The icon of love is just a simple smiley
Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …
The plant For-Soaked
The roots of the crown Are now rising above the ground The stalks of the creed Are now lessening beneath the heeds The fruits of the sorrow Are now soaring over …
My SISTER misses me so much that she even ask to air-lift her to heaven.
Bhaiya You don’t seem to be protective at all, You don’t even defend me when the cousins start mocking me, you don’t even scold my colleagues who bully me, You never …
The icon of love is just a simple smiley
Forecasted for the moments Quelling through the spacing rents The symbol of lively nearness Is just a part of the void vents When you see me seeking you You show me …
Suffer a lot, it cost nothing
Suffer a lot, it cost nothing As in, like you wanna die every day and wanna remain secluded, coz you have suffered a lot, So you can develop this impasse of …
Why God gave this to her and not him?
Why God gave this to her and not him? The level of pain she carries is always within, Some hide it since 12, she hid it since 8 So early it …
You Became A Prompt
Pic Credit – Pinterest You became a prompt To write upon., You maybe high enough to what I said, The astral doorway for a soul to come just closed …
You maybe high enough to what I said,
The astral doorway for a soul to come just closed when you wanted to know,
But you were really high to get what I meant… Hearing you from time Is stirring me into quirky laments of past which consist you, as Passing through those pictures Of together, was like, life given to Polaroids.
I maybe idiosyncratic Though you loved me
For the way I am. Now when I try to remember you, as a person I loved, You come to me word by word Creating line by line out of you And then you turn out to be a prompt to write upon.
I became a grotesque to those Who called you prosaic, but never literally ratified,
I was spoiling into a distorted man.
Though you were unromantic, sometimes still made a dilemma of loving yourself.
The anxiousness for my sacred emotions
Brings a mere change to our dove
Changing me scabulously of what I am getting from you, just coz you were my love. And you gone too soon, and I left you where you wanted to go.., I tried being fractious to invigorates your presence to the world blaming your different shades to be false.
Your part by part changed into scars which I recognized, and you always hid. Now I try my best to portrait you, like before, to check, do I still remember the outlines, but I end up writing it instead, how your face kills me when I see it today.
How each day I lost my self-respect in building yours, and you instead engaging in your stigma of fantasies, busy in showing off your self-obsession against empathy. I chose to forlesen to you. Coz I was your creation of forlorn.
You always want a reverie and this turned out to be a fantasy of reality, Your head shaped like rosebud petals, the body below had thorns, Even than hugged you tightly, each hydathode just punctures my body like a knife gently stabbed inside. I kept bleeding, I didn’t care, the petals of your head beside my shoulders were treating me for that. So as I said, I always tried to care you, like gardener watering you, to grow and spread your fragrance to the entire world.
It doesn’t pain more, now
Writing them is an escape to my cries,.
So, you over to me word by word assort them line by line, end up in creating
A poem out of you whence came the prompt to write upon.
The Journey of a Poem
Pic Credit – Pinterest ” I love walking alone on the roadsAt the midnight hoursSmoking cigarettes in a chainUnder the sky to keep me awakeI m a jolly personI’m …
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” I love
walking alone on the roads
At the midnight hours
Smoking cigarettes in a chain
Under the sky to keep me awake
I m a jolly person
I’m happy by mood
Beneath this darkest shed,
Till the shines of the moon
Seeking humming of the transformer
Watching fluctuation of the bulbs
Admiring twinkle of the stars
Feeling the wave in the leaves
Watching shaking of the trees
I try to myself, to be forget
And let there be silence
Peace and no regrets
I am an introvert
Who loves to extrovert sometimes
And this relation with myself is getting a kick
I hope I’ll be the man of this year.
And I am sorry to nature as well
This is my first spoken word
So do ignore me if sounds like hell
I can understand this skill required excellence,
And this excellence has made a small palace in my head.
The mankind of this year,
who are alive much to hear
It’s good to be an introvert
and its ok to be an extroverts’ dear.
Yes I was in love once upon a time
and went to the height of this crime
I liked many, and only loved her
Still trying to forget my only fear
This childhood love has lost its path
It turned me to the disaster
And bring this story to the last.
And it seems its going on so fast
Everyday in my heart is like a serial blast.
Yes I was in love once upon a time
And Yes
I’m not anymore.
Now I’m in problem
I never accept the reality of being depressed…
I don’t even know whether I’m suffering or is it just
sequence of sadness coming over and over again
Please help me someone, who catches me for the way I m.
.I’m crying inside and I don’t know what’s happening within…
I want to throw my tears out but I eventually fail…
And keep crying inside.
.Since four long years going through this immensely.
I have been killing myself…slaying my dreams…and fucking
my versatility
Now nothing seems left,
As if I’m about to commit something serious
And wanna be a real dead.
The time might change,
but gaining pain would remain the same.
Then the new version of me will be released
It may be fake indeed,
but the real old one is dead and
Now there are no more ores left,
to make myself extract.
The journey isn’t at end
I seek some peace
This result, is mystery
And can never be foreseen.
I doubt,
There is more to be concatenate,
The stack might got full,
still there are methods to be operate
But there are links
Which are void,
Forces me to drug and steroid
Swells me up, like nerves
When get choked,.
Working out, to
faint forever
The relation between
the mind and conscience is over.
I tried coming back
to life,
But then I realize
it’s too late to be socialize.
I again took a needle and popped
it in my vein,
then snorted some lines
and went back to the pain.
I must say
I have fallen in love again
this time it’s my pain
and not you again.
The Character Talking
Pic Credits- Pinterest The Character Talking I was a writer since childhood and found out during my higher education. But lack of resources kept me within a limit. I didn’t have …
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The Character Talking
I was a writer since childhood
and found out during my higher education.
But lack of resources kept me
within a limit. I didn’t have a broken heart,
never had anyone who, Loved.
Even didn’t follow the great duologue by Professor Snape. The potter series to me was totally nugatory. Nor lost whom I loved,
neither felt rejection OR betrayal ever, so I can write upon. Obviously, parents were always an exception. However, I didn’t write then. And now, though the situations aren’t the same I got both the resources. A broken heart, and Lost a loving.
So, unlike you I didn’t have any ex, I just went into the character, Live it, to write it finally. I know that’s crazy. I m a liar too, I may lie sometimes. You’ll never know is it me or the character besides. My family calls me psycho. Coz’ they never know is it me
or the character talking.
They may loiter around maybe I’m surrounded by every member still I feel this alone thing. These topics perhaps are not worthy, to write upon anymore.
But do u stop feeling alone I don’t know why, after every writes out of my heart,
I still feel incompleteness. It’s like, the heart sends the same prompt loopingly.
I didn’t have any ex as I said, I m a liar too, fortunately. The real me has lost the genuineness, the soul now became, more of a character that killed my actualness.
I may lie you, to count upon me.
I have lost my consciousness,
the subconscious mind says, Learn some spirituality, Bow your head, to the only Almighty. Clot the plots, Hold the literal slot
Precipice your eternal soberness
Closed eyes are often highness,
be apart or part with it, Say it all or don’t say it. Give it a chance atheist or don’t give a damm thing. Is it me?
Or the Character talking.
Never pretend to glee you can’t mend more
Rout it out with a bang or let me just weep. The piece is more like a plea successively getting better with each line like secondary, the words get tougher till date so you evade the rhythm, it doesn’t matter, but it shouldn’t be fake.
I was never taught to do it, I just felt
at one night, prior to putting it.
The journey is still on and going
Fathom the unfortunate me, however after every pass out
I’m again at the ancient, locked
and lost the key. Became ardent for the potter series, and the reply of Snape which kept killing me, like, “Always”!
Then and now, turned different
I found, what I loved, which I lost is poisoning eternally. I really don’t know Is it me or the character talking.
