I prefer being a Dreamer
Living in a Fantasy World,
Than carrying those voided eyes
All weary and dried.
-a_nemophilist
You're the sound of silence i hear, when all i want is silence
And the silence becomes U
.
.
.
When all i want is U............
P.S.
*hold it vertical for the doodle*
To all the humans out there bounded by the society shackles
I have been quite for a while
My mind felt being restricted
I hadn't talked to myself enough
I felt so empty
These rules that you make
They suck!
These boundaries that you decide are meaningless!
I hate to say this but I won't apologize
If you can't be an original then at-least don't force the other ones to behave fake!
"Love in limits!
Be happy in limits!
Write out loud! but yeah again in limits!"
Who the hell are you to decide the limits of a free mind!
The things which you categorise as manners are not manners anymore.
Each youth today holds a bit of grudge cursing the society to be so immature!
I pity the fools you are and...
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LOST IN LOVE
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Staring at her,
He was lost.
The way she used her hands,
To explain every word.
The way she made her face expressions,
Enjoying herself.
The way she spoke in front of him,
Without any hesitation.
He could just freeze his eyes & smile,
Which she never let it fade.
Slowly, he crawled near her,
Wrapping his arms around her waist.
Touching her softness passionately,
Embracing love.
Her eyes widened & stunned,
Lips slowly getting still.
Words were now ceased.
She could see that love in his eyes,
For which she craves for.
In his enchanting eyes,
She was ready to surrender.
Heart beats ran faster,
With the touch of their lips.
Lost into ea...
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LIFE: DRY LEAF
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Like a dry leaf,
She fell from the tree.
Unaware of her destination,
Unaware of her consequences.
With a blow of wind,
She flows with it.
With every passing second,
The world showed her it's harsh reality.
Torn into pieces,
Laying at strange place.
When nobody could hear her cries,
She turned into a masochist.
Lost her identity,
Lost her believe.
In this world full of cruelty,
Even her breaths demanded to be paid.
But she failed.
Before she could wake up the next morning,
And see the sun shining bright in the daylight,
Swept pieces of her body by some stranger,
Were buried deep under, forever.
~~Shiksha~~
WRITING PROMPT
Caption This
Caption this illustration in two sentences.
Tag your letters, "shorties".
WRITING CHALLENGE
Timed Prompt
Most of us are familiar with writing prompts where a bunch of words, a theme, a picture, etc, are used to help get creativity jump started when faced with a blank piece of paper. And you usually have quite some time to ponder, brainstorm or even research after initial ideas are written on paper. But what do you think about imposing short time limits when responding to a prompt - 60 minutes, 20 minutes, or even 5 minutes? Want to give it a try?
I want you to take a look at the illustration below. You have 30 minutes to scribble something down. It might be a poem, a short story, it's entirely up to you. I hope this will be a fun and productive exercise for eve...
And if you find
That little splash of Originality
In any of your works,
Hold on to it.
Don't let that fade away.
"You Love Me".
The best words are those
That tell me about your "Heart"
That you already know.
-Chirayu!.
Timed writing entry.
3 minutes.
Topic: Ropes.
Type: Stream of Consciousness.
The ropes bite into my skin. There is nothing left to do. It is me and only me, and there is no waiting anymore, not when I am here.
I am not mine. If I'm not mine, I cannot be anyone's. No, that's nonsense. If I am not mine, I must belong somewhere. To someone. Ropes bite. I bite. Do I belong to the ropes? The ropes are not sentient. I must belong to the man holding them.
He smiles. His smile is just as biting as the ropes. Just as biting as me. His hands, rough, seem to bite as they collide with my soft flesh. I am not mine. I am not of this world, I realise as the world is ripped from me in a fit of pa...
Fill in the blank
I will write my next letter to _________
Comment your answers below ;)
Always retain the ability to walk away, without sentimentality, from a situation that felt unmanageable. That was a basic rule of survival. Don't lift a finger for a lost cause.
Stieg Larsson, The Girl Who Played with Fire
Being an introvert has not always helped me in different ways. It's hard for me to speak my mind. I try to be an extrovert sometimes but I end up thinking that I shouldn't change cuz I'm not used to it. Sometimes, I start talking to myself or start thinking deeply to figure out ways to get away from over-thinking. People call me "Quiet" because that's the way I am and they are absolutely right. I love talking to people but I don't know the reason as to why I am an introverted person. I would love to change but I'm glued to being introverted. Atleast, for once I want to experience being an extrovert. I guess it would be fun. I pen down everything that I don't say. Writing has given me the gif...
So great a quality : Kindness
So great a gift : Nature
So great a passion : Writing
So great a strength :Bravery
-Afrah
Your journey to reach the stars begins with a courageous drive.
-Afrah
(I've posted this a few days ago but since there was a typing mistake, I'm re- posting it.)
LIFELINE
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You're somewhere,
Where I couldn't reach.
Still trying hard,
To live with your memories.
Heart has played it's game,
Now it's time to stay together & meet.
Without you,
I feel void inside me.
A restlessness,
That something is missing.
I wish,
If I could fast forward the time.
Holding myself away from you,
Now feels like a punishment.
Just waiting for the day,
When I could say, you're completely mine.
Distance won't separate us,
And the day, you'll become my lifeline.
~~Shiksha~~
