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If you want to be
Disappointed, lone and hurt...
Then, start expecting!
Another name of "Expectation" should be disappointment...

Read this poem if u wantπŸ˜…πŸ˜…... in case u've missed it πŸ˜…πŸ˜…
Amaryllis in the Spring
because it's a pure & innocent thing

before a summer of rockets,
debris of hopeβ€”

Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the Age of Discovery,
Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β the Punishment of Lust

an intravenous poison of decline forms
the new math: eye value minus itself

in waltz-time the body is radio-active,
there is no such thing as labor saving machinery

ask Garbo or Monroe, very happy one moment,
the next there was nothing left

their machines did the heavy lifting,
but one was not the loneliest number
It's a cold winter night,
Everything seems to be foggy white.
In this frosting moonlight,
The dark horizon's fading out of sight.

Like a caterpillar in its cocoon,
We're chilling at our hot room.
To some, this night is a boon
But for some it's a night of doom.

Looking through my window-pane,
I'm enjoying the dew-drops as the drops of rain.
Some men are sitting down the lane,
I can see them shivering with cold and pain.

Shivering under that cold and open sky,
They're yearning for some fiery eye'.
Their lips are getting pale and dry,
This cold night is torturing them to die.

They're slowly dying in this freezing night, yet pretending to be okay...
Facing this terrible situation, don't know, how to get away?
Neither questioning the situation nor knowing, how long like this they've to stay?
They're just hoping for a sunny tomorrow where they can enjoy the warmth of the day...
Is it visible??πŸ˜…... Coz posted it 3 hrs ago... Yet no read count's showing πŸ˜…... Now again posting itπŸ˜…πŸ˜…... Hope it's visible πŸ˜…

Fiery eye' here refers to help.
Truth of every winter night where we enjoy the nature while the homeless ones suffer...

Obviously another flow of rhymes πŸ˜…
the red glow of her cigarette.
the fingers of her left hand
yellowΒ Β with nicotine
clutching dying flowers

"buy a rose for your lover," she says,
"buy one for your wife. buy 2."

"the flowers are wilted."

"maybe it's your eyes that are wilted.

she had black hair
black as the night
the violent night
and gray eyes
the shade of ***** ice

"you must love
some of the time, no?
put a rose on
your father s grave, then"

"love is like lost pennies
falling from a broken jar"

she smooths her hair with one pale,
long, fingered hand, "you re crazy,"

"my mom says so."

i was born to
have adventure

I followed her up the steps

i was born to chase the night
through the forest
of dead roses
 Nov 22
He created an
Illusion...Which parted him
from his own people
An illusion where one finds himself/herself right in any condition and others wrong in any situation.
Once u will dump ur ego aside ... U will find... The world is more happy, kind and peaceful to u...

Hey everyone, I'm back now... Hope everyone's good!... I was back at HP on 5th of November but only for two days... Cause after then I again got busy in other stuffs... But now I'm fully back here and got a lot to tell, write, share and obviouslyπŸ˜… a lot to read, know and gain. I missed this site a lot and u all too. So, as I'm back here... I'll make sure to interact a lot with most of the writers and poets again like before 😊😊.
 Oct 6
He scanned his whole life
But found pure lies...then he hugged
The ultimate truth...
Whether u're poor or rich... A king or a beggar... One day ur designation will be vanished, when u will face the ultimate truth : the death...

(Taking a small break from here to complete my assignments and other stuffs....

Will be back soon 😊)
𝕀 π•‘π•’π•šπ•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕕 π•₯𝕙𝕖 π••π•’π•£π•œ , π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕀𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕 ,
π••π•£π•’π•¨π•Ÿ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•¦π•Ÿπ•π•šπ•žπ•šπ•₯𝕖𝕕 π•“π• π•¦π•Ÿπ••π•’π•£π•šπ•–π•€ , π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•₯𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕕

π•šπ•₯ π•€π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•–π•• 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕑𝕝π•ͺ, 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•ͺ𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖π•ͺ𝕖𝕀 ,π•¨π•™π•–π•Ÿ π•žπ•–π•₯ π•¨π•šπ•₯𝕙 π•žπ•šπ•Ÿπ•–,
π•”π•’π•Ÿπ•§π•’π•€π•€π•–π•• π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•žπ• π•€π•₯ 𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕦π•₯π•šπ•—π•¦π• π•žπ• π•žπ•–π•Ÿπ•₯𝕀 , 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ π•π•šπ•œπ•– π•€π•šπ•‘π•‘π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•€π• π•žπ•– π•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•₯π•’π•˜π•– π•§π•šπ•Ÿπ•–

β„‚π•’π•Ÿ'π•₯ π•π• π• π•œ 𝕠𝕦π•₯ 𝕒π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•’π•žπ•’π•«π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•˜π•π•šπ•žπ•žπ•–π•£π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π•Ÿπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•€π•œπ•ͺ,
π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ 𝕒π•₯ π•₯𝕙𝕖 π•‘π•£π•–π•”π•šπ• π•¦π•€ 𝕀π•₯𝕒𝕣𝕀, π•¨π•™π•šπ•”π•™Β Β π•€ 𝕨𝕒𝕀 π• π•Ÿπ•”π•– π•¨π•’π•Ÿπ•₯𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•ͺ 𝕖π•ͺ𝕖

𝕀 π•₯π•£π•šπ•–π•• π•₯𝕠 𝕀𝕑𝕒𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•ͺ π•₯π•šπ•žπ•–, 𝕛𝕦𝕀π•₯ 𝕓π•ͺ π•˜π•’π•«π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕒π•₯ ℝ𝕖𝕕 𝕣𝕠𝕀𝕖𝕀,
𝕠𝕣 π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•₯π•£π•šπ•–π•• π•₯𝕠 π•‘π•šπ•”π•₯𝕦𝕣𝕖 π•žπ•– π•’π•π• π•Ÿπ•–, π•¦π•Ÿπ••π•–π•£ π•žπ• π• π•Ÿ-π•π•šπ•₯ π•Ÿπ•šπ•˜π•™π•₯𝕀,
𝕓𝕦π•₯ π•”π•’π•Ÿ'π•₯ , π•Ÿπ•  π•Ÿπ• π•₯ π•–π•§π•–π•Ÿ π•šπ•Ÿ π••π•£π•–π•’π•žπ•€

𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 π•”π•’π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕑 π•žπ•ͺ 𝕖π•ͺ𝕖𝕀 π•€π•–π•’π•£π•”π•™π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕗𝕠𝕣 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦
𝔽𝕠𝕣 𝕀 π•”π•’π•Ÿ'π•₯ 𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕑 π•—π•’π•π•π•šπ•Ÿπ•˜ 𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕙 π•₯π•šπ•žπ•– π• π•Ÿπ•π•ͺ 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦
πš‚πš˜πš–πšŽπš˜πš—πšŽ πš πšŠπš—πšπšŽπš πš–πšŽ 𝚝𝚘 πš πš›πš’πšπšŽ πšŠπš‹πš˜πšžπš πš–πš’ πšŒπš›πšžπšœπš‘ , πšŠπš—πš πšŠπšœπš”πšŽπš πšπš‘πš›πš˜πšžπšπš‘ πšœπšŽπšŒπš›πšŽπš πš–πšœπš. πš‚πš˜ πš‘πšŽπš›πšŽ πš’πš πš’πšœ!
πš†πš›πš’πšπšπšŽπš— πšπš˜πš› πš–πš’ πš‹πšŽπš•πš˜πšŸπšŽπš πšŒπš›πšžπšœπš‘ , whom 𝙸 hadn't πšŽπšŸπšŽπš— πš–πšŽπš, not even known to me yet!!
(About my imaginative crush)
 Sep 30
Everything is alright as long as you're delivering to their expectations
but when you'll fail to deliver so,
The same moment, you'll be taunted and 'll getΒ hates from everywhere,
From them too... who was your so called well-wisher in your good time...

You'll be embarrassed, humiliated and will face unnecessary controversies,
They'll make you feel that you've destroyed your life and nothing is left for the future,
They'll forget your hard works, achievements and all... that you've earned for them over the years,
And will only remember your one bad moment...

They will object even to your smile then...
But don't give them your any single attention or thought,
Just ask yourself...

Every month for a night even the Moon looses its moonlight but does it mean that it will never shine again?
Every autumn, the tree looses its leaves but does it mean that it'llΒ Β never be green again?
Every evening, the Sun sets but does it mean that it will never rise again?

You will get your answer then...
Your all thoughts and worries will be vanished,
You will bloom like a new flower from a bud and your good times will come back,
From then, never look back in your life and don't give your thoughts to them who've hurt and humiliated you in your bad times...
To my favourite cricketer... #DAVID_WARNER
We know you're facing hard time... Suffering from a bad cricketing phase... But don't listen to the critics... Just believe in yourself... You'll rise again 😊

 Sep 23
The morning sun whispered to the streetlights to go to sleep..
The morning sun burned away the fog from the moons dreams..
The day has chased the night away..
 Sep 20
A caged bird sings,
not to entertain
but in the hope
that its call
will be answered
by a familiar tune.

To the north: Can you hear me?
To the east: I am listening.
To the south: Are you there?
To the west: Until tomorrow.

β€˜I'm just tired of everything…even of the echoes. There is nothing in my life but echoes…echoes of lost hopes and dreams and joys. They're beautiful and mocking.’
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea
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