The BirD Had Been Fly aWay ...
HeR Spirit still SCenT in that window Corner ....
Whom she regular used to sit & chirped ....
Today that love yarn broke down from her body ...
Her spirit fly away in heaven ...
You are that star of heaven , whom I can stare, love, talk everyday but can't decorate my life from your shine .
A feather shroud tucked over my head,
Red... Dripping down her blade
Let it shine under My blood moon
Let it quench it's thirst under heaving breaths,
Call me in, whisper my name,
I'm death, masquerading my stage,
Be the fire in my den,
Untill I'm burnt till core,
Screaming my agony all in vain,
for my bones still hold my meat,
N I would never know if there's another of such meet,
I'm tranquil n in vain,
Would you wait for Me?
I'll be here again....
Love is absolutley imperfect
Love is a wonderful mistake
Love is a great illusion
Love is pain in one form
Love is beautiful mess
Love is true when given
Unlike lust , love is like luck
Not the same as it has feelings
Love is in little things
Love is indeed the living poetry
Ever written in souls who fell for it
You feel it , you fall for it
And there is no end for the fall
As love can't be unloved....
Have you ever thought about me!?
We were awake late night,
With the rising light.
Things we talked,
While others watched.
Drinks kept flowing,
The sun began glowing.
Your silent eyes on watch,
Like I was some match.
Your gestures unnoticed,
Enough for a girl to be enticed.
We never gave it a thought,
But, of course, we never fought.
I could be whatever I wished,
Danced, jumped and twirled.
You would watch always,
Never disclosing your ways.
But, now have you ever thought about me?
You said you would leave,
Until it happened, we could not believe.
No one knew were packing,
Until I asked what was cooking.
Everyone who cared were away,
You always want to feel stray.
You were more t...
And in-between the paradox of life
I hold two glasses in my hands against time;
Labeled: Not to be shared.
I keep myself confined!
The more I pour to empty the glass in my left hand,
The more it fills at the end of the day.
The more I conserve the glass in my right hand,
The more it evaporates!
Until one fine day, I break the chains,
of running in circles and pour my glass out;
To anyone who would take a sip!
The left glass when shared no longer filled back
and the sap called pain vanished;
Filling up my old cracks
The glass on right increased when shared!
and the solution called happiness in it always came back.
At the smell of rain
you fill my thoughts,
like the way you do,
when the first ray peaks through!
At the sound of thunder
i feel you here,
like the way i do,
when the moon lullabies me
as the cold wind
caress my cheeks,
i feel your fingers
pushing away the tendrils
like you always do !
As the first drop
meets the earth,
you wrap me
like you are here,
i could swear,
and my breath shudders
i lose myself in you
yet again !
It's been a while since I wrote to you instead of about you. But you're the only thing on my mind right now. I close my eyes and all I see is your face. I listen to music and all I want to hear is your voice. This crazy time has me missing you a shit ton. But you and I have gotten through worse. Also, happy belated six months. These past six months I've never been fundamentally happier. Sure, I still had bad days with depression and everything, but you were there for me. You are there for me. Even if you can't be right here next to me.
Oh how i wish
We could be so much more !
Oh how i spin
Dreams of future
though reality is sore !
One day we would
reach there too
The point when
nothing else matters
only us !
How we would be
That we start believing
That true love finds it
way somehow !
How we see rainbows
How we much we laugh
How we support
How we live our dreams
And how well we turned out to be !
That moment when
I see you
Without a hint of sorrow
but victorious and smiling
Is what i am living for!
A HORA ZERO.
Eu quero te fazer sentir coisas que você nunca sentiu, eu quero te mostrar como esquecer todos os seus problemas com um problema maior ainda, eu quero queimar todos essa tensão e dor numa cama, isso claro, se você quiser.
Ah amor... nós estamos tão cansados, eu sei, você sabe e eles sabem. Então mesmo que isso dure apenas uma noite, eu não me importo. Fode comigo, com minha cabeça e meu coração, eles são seus essa noite pra usar como quiser. Vamos acabar logo com isso, me usa e deixa eu te usar por uma última vez, porque todo esse tempo, essas mentiras e falsos sentimentos não foram apenas pra isso?
Eles nos julgam, nos observam como abutres todo o tempo...
कुछ दूर हमारे साथ चलो हम दिल की कहानी कह देंगे
समझे न जिसे तुम आँखों से वो बात ज़ुबानी कह देंगे
जो प्यार करेंगे जानेंगे हर बात हमारी मानेंगे
जो ख़ुद न जले हों उल्फ़त में वो आग को पानी कह देंगे
जब प्यास जवाँ हो जायेगी एहसास की मंज़िल पायेगी
ख़ामोश रहेंगे और तुम्हें हम अपनी कहानी कह देंगे
इस दिल में ज़रा तुम बैठो तो कुछ हाल हमारा पूछो तो
हम सादा दिल हैं 'अश्क' मगर हर बात पुरानी कह देंगे
An Open Barter
These are the words I know.
These are the languages I can say them in.
This is the curve of my cursive,
And this, the tip of my pen.
Make what you will out of it.
These are the stories I know.
These are the morals I can draw from them.
This is the fragrance of my folklore,
And these, my unfinished tales.
Choose an ending of your liking.
These are the songs I sing.
These are the tones I like to sing them in.
This is the pinnacle of my pitch,
And this, the lump in my throat.
Make a melody out of it if you must.
These are the possessions of my being.
Laid out under the stars, for an open barter.
Take something of mine, and leave something of yours in...
Tengo personalidad alegre, pero mi alma esta triste;
han pasado tantos años y aún sigo soñando contigo,
no se si sea de mi mente una bendición o un castigo,
que me recuerda que no estás mas conmigo
que no somos ni amigos,
que nos ha separado tanto el destino,
llevándonos por tan lejanos y distintos caminos.
Cada tanto el soñarte tranquiliza mi mente,
y otras tantas solo mi ser se altera y mi animo se desmorona,
siento que ya no sonrió,
que mi risa solo es una mueca fingida;
con la que intento de vano modo no llegar a sentirme del todo mal,
pero es inútil,
-antes podía- no puedo engañarme más...;
pensé que un tiempo a solas me ayudaría a procesar que ya no estás. ¡No funcionó! Pensé...
Você ( Memórias sem destino part 3)
Como você quer que
Eu diga adeus
Se nada resolvemos?
Se nada curamos?
Como você quer
Que eu diga adeus
Se você nunca disse a mim?
Para a eternidade de
Uma lembrança perdida
Nunca será um
Carta de desculpas (Memórias sem destino part 2)
Desculpa, meu amante
Por todo mal que lhe causei
Por todas as brigas,
Desculpa por ir
Desculpa por ir e voltar
Desculpa por não me desculpar
Memórias sem destino part 1
Mas, nos tornamos amantes
Então, por que voltamos
A ser tão estranhos?
I wonder how the sea
goes back to the shore
Made me realise that,
Love is never meant
to be caged.
And how I would do
the same for you.
Because I have loved you,
even through the wait.
I am drawn to the sky.
As I am stood alone,
I often daydream about being as free
as the clouds that pass
and letting go of the love
I have for you that I know
you’ll never embrace.
- James McInerney
Instagram / Twitter @millsmc07
We are made of thoughts, emotions, and actions, which allows us to live in the moment of randomness, we are afraid of time passing, the wrinkles that slowly color our skin, we are afraid of the thought differences, of what is different from us, than what we do not understand.
And even love, because sometimes we can not understand it.
We believe we give affection to a person, rather it is seen as love, we believe we give love to a person and considers itself a mistake there.
Among the various differences there is one that we share, we have given away the time of our lives, we twisted together, as in a frame, we have created carpets that were saving us, and covered in times of need.