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▫️ ____________________________ A good relation can create gardens and fake one can create graveyards. ____________________________ Read more here @aditya_rajak98 ____________________________ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ #wordgasm #wordhour #writers_den_ #poetrytribe #crushquotes #poetryhive #crush #paperandpassion #she #poetryfamily #love #thewordhunter #breakupquotes #crushmemes #poet #writerscommunity #blog #poetry #feelings #relateablequotes
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// Na-mukammal qissa // . . Jab teri yado'n ki motar mire dil ke four lane pe daudti hai to Indra khud barish banke chalak padte hain ankhon se. Kabhi socha hai tumne Krishn ki bansuri mein basne wali Radha ne bhi hijr ka ghana jungal dekha hai. Na-umeediyon ke sagar se Nooh ne jab insaniyat ki nauka ko paar laga ke Adam ki nasl ko age badhaya tha tab bhi zameen aur asmaan gawahi de rahe the meri muhabbat ke haq mein. Ye Laila-Majnu, Heer-Ranjha, Sohni-Mahiwaal, In sabko bhi shamil kiya gaya hai gunaah-e-kabira mein. Mera rab janta hai mai duniya ka wo pehla shakhs nahi jo Muhabbat ke dawe kare par haan wo akhiri bhi nahi hu jiske hisse mei sirf gham aur talkhiyan hi aye. Ye ek pur-kaif qissa hai ki uski yadein aaj bhi maazi ki laash uthaye meri be-wazn nazmon mein dafn hai. Jiski sukhi mitti ko kuredna ab mere bas mein nahi'n, farsh se arsh tak khokhli azmatien fizaon mein bikhri hui kabhi azaan ki avaaz se ladti hain to kabhi mandir ke ghante se. Aur surakh kar deti hain saatvein asmaan pe bhi jise bhedna asaan nahi. Kya ab bhi intezar ka pahiya ghumta hi rahega, Kya ab bhi dil ki thakan yunhi barqarar rahegi Aur kya ab bhi der raat niind na ayegi. #MidnightRandoms #Post_360 #poetsofig   #poetryislife   #poetry #poetrysociety   #poetryisnotdead #instawords #instapoet #instaquote #spilledink   #artistsoninstagram #typewriter #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram   #writerscorner #paperandpassion #spilledthoughts #reading #readersofinstagram #writersblock #writingcommunity
she had flaked away her memories and stepped up with a ponderous heart, held by two gentle hands; and saying goodbye, did she, as she slipped off her skin, committed to blood stains bereaved, she did become, holding her pure spirit, and accepting a cruel sentence, her tumultuous soul cupped but a glimmer of hope, as the fire in their voices flickered and lashed and whipped and her skin flaked again, as she vanished inside. blood will be drawn, a collection of cells and the gods will tremble and her body will collapse. the world will consume her once again, trembling, she sobbed tears of joy of sorrow of relief of anguish for no longer the weight must she bear in her belly, but forever in her heart but she has chosen this to be before she withered away, and she stretched her hands to me “please, will you help me?” and her wishes from within held by two gentle hands, and with a gentle flutter of my eyes, I never took a second guess, because a goddess never bleeds alone. #mmckinley #shethepeople #womensrights #humanrights #girlsjustwannahavefundamentalhumanrights #abortion #goddess #choice #blood #paperandpassion #womenwhowrite #writersofinstagram #writersociety #writer #author #love
(Read full caption) LANDMINES Don't make this about you. It isn't. Get up, and fight. My story was born beneath blankets of cold whispers. Sweet little lullabies, lies in disguise. Some put me to sleep, others jolted me awake in the front cabin of a trainwreck. I guided the trains inside a maze, far away from the tracks. But still, every night, they find a way back to the stations that birthed them, doors locked and me stuck inside. God knows I want to pull the brakes. There are none. On crowded days, I feel like a city. A city doing shots of wartime adrenaline and letting out sublethal fumes of misery. I am a ghostly chain of streets on the outskirts that has waged a war with the town. I tell myself I'm never alone, that I am surrounded by people, brothers in arms with parts of their bodies blown apart and faces grotesquely distorted. Whatever this hell brings, we're prepared for it. Tonight's really quiet, almost suspicious. One echo of a gunshot and it feels like home again. I assemble my guns and get going. Reasoning has been my old friend. On the way he tells me it's okay, it was just one sound. Maybe the shot was fired ages ago, it's just the echo that feels like today. Maybe let it go. Click. We step on a landmine and it goes off. My old friend blows up in my face. Through the years I've become quite agile. A force to be reckoned with, an eagle always looking for a headshot. Hence, many of my comrades complain about the headaches from the bullets. I take out our pictures from over the years to show them how the fracture holes have always been there. At times I can't find them in my pockets. So I go looking for a mirror. They say soldiers who shoot strangers in strange lands, come home and keep seeing snipers in their lovers' balconies. They say little children who grow up in broken castles, go on and drive their heads through walls of their mended homes. They say trauma doesn't need a name. My cities, my trains and my comrades do. So I give them mine, until they find their own. . . ----Haril Vyas . . #writersofinstagram #writersofig #mentalhealthawareness #mentalhealthawarenessweek #ptsdawareness #tripod_stories #writersnetwork #writersconnection
Today I am a gardener I’ll plant daisies for you to put in my hair, tomorrow you’ll fall in love with the freckles on my nose I’ll make you sing along to bands you’ve never heard of, we’ll stop on the side of a highway to watch the sunset I’ll remind you of what it feels like to be alive. You tell me that I’m just a supporting character in your mediocre life, but I’ll become your main adventure make you stop and look at bugs on the sidewalk, the feather tattoo on my ribs makes you call me your little bird and I’ll let you because you want me to become the sky you grow your wings in the one you show off to your friends make them bask in my beauty until you feel better about yourself. Eventually I’ll lose my shimmer, everyone always does no more golden glitter, just dust stomped trails and deep canyons lines and trenches I’m perfectly content wearing, of becoming. You’ll write the final chapter of my life give me the unsuspecting ending that only suits you, stuff me in a suitcase and bury me in the backyard, make everyone believe I ran away chasing a romanticized version of life I could never give but was willing to If only you had asked. #mmckinley #spilledink #wordporn #wordgasm #paperandpassion #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #womenwhowrite #him #writersofinstagram #writersociety #writer #author #passion #lovepoems #lovequotes #intimacy #love #dreamer #romantic
▫️ ____________________________ मूंगफली नहीं अख़रोट हो तुम , जो किसी से न हारे वो जबांज हो तुम ! You are power ! ____________________________ Read more here @aditya_rajak98 ____________________________ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ #wordgasm #wordhour #writers_den_ #poetrytribe #crushquotes #poetryhive #crush #paperandpassion #she #poetryfamily #love #thewordhunter #herheartpoetry #breakupquotes #poet #writerscommunity #blog #poetry #feelings #relateablequotes
/ over my grave / . . PAINTERS, this masterpiece before you is the hard work of nights and days and months or maybe years. You cannot simply dip your brush in any XYZ colour and create art on the canvas. It would take hallucinations after imaginations to build an empire on canvas with the sweat of a paint brush. SLAM POETS, this poem before you is in spoken form I repeat S-P-O-K-E-N, more than a monologue, less than a ranting. Real life experiences but not exaggerated. Therefore, I wear it on my head as a badge of honour to overcome the grief of all those unfinished poems. READERS, these words before you are free from the darkest hours of sleepless nights. From Faiz to Nazim, prison walls roaring verses of freedom. I heard Faiz reciting- "chale chalo ki wo manzil abhi nahi ayi." Not one, not two, nor ten, but millions. Millions of pages are wasted to share the spirit of revolution among us. Read each and every word aloud because they are all made of blood and bones. LOVERS, this is not a love poem this is an invocation to the comrades of the world. A young boy from Kashmir was shot in head returning back to his home, a women of fifty was gang raped to fulfill the lust of drunken bastards, suicide bomber blowing himself off in front of a mosque to show his immense love for Allah. I am waiting for the lovers to unite, And make this stinking planet worth living. ME, this poem is a blend of scars and stars. And when I die I want you to read it aloud against my grave, because this separation from Earth will also end with the falling of leaves over my grave. . . #MidnightRandoms #Post_359 #poetsofig   #poetryislife   #poetry #poetrysociety   #poetryisnotdead #instawords #instapoet #instaquote #spilledink   #artistsoninstagram #typewriter #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram   #writerscorner #paperandpassion #spilledthoughts #reading #readersofinstagram #writersblock
▫️ ____________________________ Be my exception amongst all regularities. . Be my special one amongst all the ordinary ones. ____________________________ Read more here @aditya_rajak98 ____________________________ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ ▫️ #wordgasm #wordhour #writers_den_ #poetrytribe #crushquotes #poetryhive #crush #paperandpassion #she #poetryfamily #love #thewordhunter #herheartpoetry #breakupquotes #crushmemes #poet #writerscommunity #blog #poetry #feelings #relateablequotes
Remember who you are? That little girl you know so well She is not lost and she does not Need to be found. You are still her; a child of the universe A child of light and love Illuminating the darkest of nights Connected to all that is below and above ✨✨✨ #prose #instaprose #writersofig #prosepoetry #ramblings #reachingout #lovequotes #writersofinstagram #endingsandbeginnings #healingquotes #healing #writerscommunity #poetrygram #spilledwords #rambling #closure #poemsofinstagram #poetrytribe #paperandpassion #poet #bookstagram #instabooks @awritersbusiness @poets @writersnetwork @words_with_queens @poetrytribe @paperandpassion
// Ajeeb shaher // . . Ajeeb shaher hai, Jo lahu luhaan raton ke zakhmon pe marham lagata hai Jo bujhti hui ankhon ke khwabon ko par lagata hai Jo gharon se aa rahe aashna geeton ko dohrata hai. Ajeeb shaher hai, Asmaan mein udte parinde maar girata hai Zameen pe chalte janwar zinda khata hai Aur samundaron pe tairti kashityan ukhad phentka hai. Ajeeb shaher hai, Apni zaat ke aks ko ayine mein dekhta hai Aur varaq-dar-varaq har shakhs ki kahaniyan likhta hai Qayenaat mein phaile andhere ko bhi nighalta jata hai. Bhala kab tak ye raat ki siyaah kadhayi se jhute khwaab chatega, Bhala kab ujle suraj ki roshni zalzala banke phutegi in soyi huyi gehri kali ankhon se, Kab samundaron ki sathein azaad hongi sail-e-dard ki zanjeeron se, kab koi nazm kehne wala kahaniyon ki khoj mei hijraat karega aur udd jayega in sarhadon ko todkar bina kisi passport aur vise ke. Ajeeb shaher hai na jane kab se qaid hai na sone deta hai na jagne deta hai na hi udne deta hai. . . PS - Photo clicked at AMU Literary Fest'18. #MidnightRandoms #Post_358 #poetsofig   #poetryislife   #poetry #poetrysociety   #poetryisnotdead #instawords #instapoet #instaquote #spilledink   #artistsoninstagram #typewriter #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram   #writerscorner #paperandpassion #spilledthoughts #reading #readersofinstagram #writersblock
Articles of war, abandoned on the wooden floor the dawn we leave behind lies between us. Tell me how to live like this tell me how to capture it bodies and minds occupying each other’s skin diverged desires, bullets into the heart a cacophony of chaos, within jars of joy blankets of dark sky hugging skin like a newborn crouched over curls grazing your chest, you pinching my skin until bright pink, hot with anger, need trying to resurrect me into someone more holy trying to starve out the monster within you only to find the only place I’m singing hymns is into the sunshine. #mmckinley #spilledink #wordporn #wordgasm #paperandpassion #poetryisnotdead #poetsociety #womenwhowrite #him #writersofinstagram #writersociety #writer #author #passion #lovepoems #lovequotes #intimacy #love #dreamer #romantic #darkpoetry #mentalhealthadvocate #abandoned
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