One bad relationship can make you to never fall into love again .
One good relationship will also never make you fall into love again .
The only difference is ,
The brain acts in the first
The heart in the second.
तुम्हारे जानेसे, आज हम, सबके लिए और अपने लिएभी, एक बोज़ बन बैठे हैं;
माझी बगैर की नैया की तरह, संसार सागरकी लहरोंकी जोरदार मार खाते हुए, बैठे हैं
लोक शायद डरते है, कुछ करना न पड़े हमारे लिए, उन्हें हमारा कोई बोज़ उठाना न पड़े
मझधार में जब मांझी छोड़ देता है नाव, तो लोक देखते हैं उस नावको यू डूबते हुए; मज़ा लेते है वह, खड़े खड़े ।
कहीं कोई जिम्मेदारी उनपे नही आ जाये, यह डरसे हमें वो अब देखने है लगे;
जिंदगीने यू अचानक करवट बदली, की हम अब सबको एक पहाड़ जैसे पत्थरका बोज़ लगने लगे
रिश्ते इतने कमजोर है, यह कभी नहीं सोचा था हमने; बलकि रिश्तोपर बड़ा नाज़ था हमे
यह गलतफहमी निकल गयी है अब, आज यह बोज़ लिए जिंदा खड़े हैं; भगवान दे सहारा हमे
He doesn't burn photographs
He doesn't join therapy sessions
He doesn't smoke too many cigarettes
Nor he drown himself into alcohol
He scratches his wounds daily
And never let them heal
He doesn't try to get rid of the pain
Instead he let it grow on him
He waters the seed of sorrow with his tears
He feeds it with the manure of old memories
He takes it to sleep with him
And nurtures it in himself
Till the moment when every single drop of his blood gets replaced by this pain
Until his fragile heart can bear no more
And his soul starts overflowing with emotions
That's when he dip his pen into this pain
And empty his heart on a piece of paper
He bares his soul for us to feel
He creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come
That's how true poetry comes into existence
The moment you left me
my heart was broke into two ,
my eyes were filled with pain and sorrow .
I'm an incomplete poetry without you .
You left your footprints on my heart ,
Even the wave of time couldn't washed them away.
I have stored all your memories in a jar
with those I'm passing my days
I often remain awake at night ,
and keep gazing those stars
and wish that
One day you'll returned to me like a shooting star .
You'll always remain
alive in my heart .
Until the day we meet again
A child who lost her mother , A lover who miss his love .
Just tried to write something abt their emotions .
After listening a song which was sad and soothing at same time.
One day you wake up and realize you’re broken
You don’t know how to be fixed
You look for options
But after awhile you realize you can’t be fixed
The cracks will always remain
The scars will not fade
The pain you’ve gone through has stained your heart black
Emptied your own mind of the feeling of happiness
The lack of joy means nothing to you anymore
At first it’s frustrating you don’t know what to do
You feel alone
As loneliness becomes your comfort zone you forget what real love feels like
It’s been this way for a long time now
I’m used to being the way I am
I don’t remember what it’s like to be happy
People say destiny isn’t set in stone
I can’t agree with that
I’ve learned life is simple
Cruel and absolute
And that’s the hard truth
You can’t fix it
Once broken you can repair what’s left
But that doesn’t change the fact it’s still broken
Broken is all I am
And it’s all I’ll ever be
The ones you love the most...
will hurt you the most...
A stranger holds no power...
to even make you rethink...
But...now I am tired...
tired of waiting...for this winter
inside me to end...
I don't want to get hurt anymore...
I will make it till the end all alone...
But...this pain...I want this to leave...
Expectations hurt the most...
And I know myself...
A loser who daydreams...
spending days writing useless poems...
People like me...have no value in the real world...
So...I live in a world of my own...
I am tired of putting on playlists...
of all those songs...
to fill this vacuum...
But...I can't understand if it's inside me
or this place?
Something...in my throat...chokes me
I feel like puking...to get rid of it...
A pain underneath my heart...
A lot of my verses hold it's account...
They ask me to write something new...
But...this pain never ends...
I ask them with tears in my eyes...
"What should I do?"
I have no answers...to any question...
I am a useless being in this world of
Oh...I just realised...
I am lonely again.
It's not always about those happy times but the sad ones to be celebrated to.
Sometimes...my poems are not useless...I don't know why I said that. The moments I feel worthless hold equal importance as the one I stand strong.
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)