It's the stillness I tend to find unnerving
the settled silence feels unnatural
in a space so often alive in cacophony
that signals abundant creation
The quiet hangs heavy
scrambling my senses in the aftermath
leaving smoke and silence in waves
eliminating a scream caught within
Daylight gives way to darkness
bathing the forest in indigo shadows
still missing the sound of vitality
undead in the wake of the bomb
The sun is not the same sun
The rain is not the same rain
The soil not the same soil
Like my imagination...
I changed really bad I think i am going to be bigger every hour...
Sliding down the sliding life,
With smile on the face,
Like a double edged knife....
Tossing and turning in the home,
With themselves alike the fertile loam,
Trying to show things fine through her phone....
Waking until asleep,
Loads of chores deep,
Lining up alike the other sheeps...
Wading through the household maze,
Lost in her own gaze,
Gaping at her drifting dreams in a daze...
Working all the day without a name and a fame,
All caught up in the vicious societal game,
Terming her choice as a shame...
Killed before birth,
Still decorates her home like a hive...
Yet she loves,
Does she smile,
Whenever she covers a mile...
She is our might,
Fearless in all si...
Acaso no me inclinaría, a tus pies, ¡Oh alma mía!
Que en esta noche sombría
Enganchas mi corazón
Y vienes sin compasión
A llenarme de alegría,
¿Porque puede una mirada cegadora, causarme tanta alegría?
Concédeme mi alma de regreso
Y yo te devolveré tus besos
Ya que me tienen preso
Los senderos de tu corazón
Los recorro con ánimos y fervor
Esperando encontrar el cielo
Eres mi dulce anhelo, mi vida,
te has adueñado de mí, con ventaja y alevosía.
Puede que tú mirada y la mía destinadas están.
Y me he perdido en ti...
En el olor de tu cabello,
En tus ojos traviesos,
y he encontrado caminos con hermosos destellos,
De la luz que destella tu sonrisa, a este buen comendador.
Y si el alma se me esc...
These days, i want to,
Just to feel alright.
When i wake up, i don't wanna
Feel empty inside
I have got work to do,
So i try to do them
Hoping they'll make me feel something
I have got a lot of dreams
So i pursue them
Hoping they'll make me feel worth
I have got books to read,
So i sit to read them
Hoping they'll make me feel happy
I've got things to watch,
So i watch them,
Hoping they'll break the melancholy
But its been weeks, and month
I look what I've become
I think of me, and think of everything
They say if you're not happy alone
You won't be happy Anyway
And that's something I'm scared of
Cause i haven't felt a slight
In months i guess.
I wake up everyday with some hope
Maybe doing thi...
“Thoda pichad zaroor gaya hun , Hara nhi hun
Gira zaroor hun , uthna bhoola nhi hun
Himmat harta zaroor hun, ladta firr bhi hrr bar hun
Akela zaroor hun , Dil se kareeb fir bhi hun
Rota mai bhi hun , chehre par muskurahat fir bhi rakhta hun,
Roothta mai bhi hun ,
Manata fir bhi aksar mai hi hun
khokla hi samjhlo,
1 Dil mai bhi rakhta hun.”
My mind is incessantly at war with my heart.
"The heart is wrong, don't listen", the mind says vehemently.
"If this is wrong, I don't ever want to be right", the heart argues adamantly.
No matter who conquers the fight,
I stand vanquished.
Ve payal ta phejdi, pawaun vi aja
Ve pyaar ta karda hai, jataun vi aja.
Mi Otra mitad, ¿dónde estás?
Ojalá tuviera la fortuna de encontrarte pronto.
Hello! I am new to this app. I want to start by saying that I hope you all are having a wonderful day. I’m here mainly to make French speaking friends (since I need to practice) but I am not opposed to being friends with everyone. Hope to
chat with you all soon!
Essa se chama: Descoberta!
Sexta=feira, 03:20. Passou em frente a varanda lá de casa, eu tinha um palpite.
Noite a dentro foi chegando, estava ali parada na esquina, cheguei a abraçando!
Calma ai, quem diria, ela era suporte,
Muitas curas, várias jogadas, num mundo de fantasia.
E no real, o que rola?! Vou suave, e de repente começa a me dar bola,
Falando em suave, fez um bico, ela de fato tinha lábios bem delicados, pequenininhos!
Já se passava um tempo ali, e sem querer nada, era impossível não se envolver,
O jeito que ela olha é fatal. Garota, não deixa tirarem seu mood, te hypo e ajudo com seu alto astral
Por aqui fico, sem demora, mas não deixo de segurar seu braço,
I don’t know why I’m writing you this and I certainly don’t know how we got here. We were just laughing about our iniquities and sobbing over our insecurities as we supported our heads on each other, realising we’ve got each other’s backs. But, I don’t know what happened and why it’s all diminished to the mere ash of a cigarette.
You taught me to love again and laugh again and stand back up again after him and you left. You left me hanging with no choice now but to pierce the very knife in my arm and bleed. Bleed out dry until you’re satisfied to see my lifeless cadaver in your dreams and fantasise about the fact that you let go.
You let go even after your forever promises a...
Men have always realized that they were subject to the ill feelings of their associates, and they have also known that such emotions were often cunningly concealed. In an unguarded moment, however, the facial expression, especially around the eyes, could reveal hate, fear, suspicion, and cruelty. The evil eye has been called "the eye of covetousness." The selfish glance, or the expression of avariciousness disturbs us and causes us to wonder what evil strategy is developing in the mind of our neighbor. Once this negative seed is planted in us, it detracts from our sense of security. It troubles our rest, burdens our heart, and, in turn, intensifies our suspicions of others. These things ma...
Why did you leave him?
She knew he would be happy without her.
She said n smiled.
Tear dropped, went unnoticed.
Eso somos cuando despertamos en la mañana o despertamos a la realidad, somos poesía al caminar descalzos y al tropezar sin estarlo buscando con alguna verdad. Eso somos, poesía que sangra y que respira, poesía cálida y otras veces poesía fría.
Somos páginas, emisarios de un cosmo infinito que no sabe amar, que espera en silencio y paciente que nuestra poesía le pueda enseñar. Eso somos, poesía y nada más, historias corticas colmadas de sueños de amor y tragedia que quieren volar. Eso somos, poesía sin versos ni tiempo, sin paz ni consuelo que todos los días espera escapar.
2 am thoughts...
Nobody knows about how many times I've cried alone in the dark. Nobody knows how difficult it is to wake up and pretend like nothing happen. Nobody knows how many times I've decided to end this feeling once for all. Nobody knows how it feels to live like this. Nobody knows the real me..!!
The paradox of the absurd thoughts revolved around my mind. Sometimes, I saw things that I wanted to come true. On the other hand, my mind show me what they have done to me..!!
Blaming each other.
Making hell within
Sharing it around.
Neither met you,
Nor talked to you!
Strings are still attached,
Distance is still vast!
You are filling up,
Gifts are in Line,
But where you are!!
To meet you,
Not to your gifts!!
You make my place complete,
Now just filling it up with plants,
Trying to be normal,
Living to be Happy..
Deep down I know,
you misses me more!!