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 Nov 2017 Eve
Semihten5
there is a ride for everyone
the decision was taken long ago
but has not been went
our inside the longing

night enters our dreams for a long time
if it will not be  unlikely dreams
 Nov 2017 Eve
Jayantee Khare
मत पूछ ऐ चांद हमसे यूँ सारी रात जागने की वजह,
इक तेरा ही हमशक्ल है जिसकी याद हमें सोने नहीं देती।।

Moon o moon! Don't ask me
the reason for sleepless nights,
Remembrance of your alike,
doesn't let me sleep!!
Old writes from my diary
 Oct 2017 Eve
Star BG
I Love
 Oct 2017 Eve
Star BG
I love
moving to the music of my heartbeat.
To the song
that plays guiding steps.
To the melodies
that expand my consciousness.  
And graceful breath that gently flows
from intake to out.
To the graceful rhythms of dreams
that echo singing like birds,
like wind,
like ticking of father clock
  reminding
we are on a sacred journey
filled with musical blessings.
Inspired by a poem posted by yasaman johari and written by Jawahar Gupta
 Oct 2017 Eve
gabriela arias
what is love?

is it a feeling?
is it a decision?
is it a prescribed death?
I have a problem; I have fallen in love.
it is believed to be the 'most beautiful thing',
but if it is
if this is true,
why am I torn between devotion and distress?
is it because he owns my heart,
or is it because he is too far away from me?
is it because I'm mad at myself for craving him so deeply,
or am I mad that I don't have him beside me?
to kiss me. to hug me.
so please, do tell...
how is this 'a beautiful thing'?
if I can't be with him, but I can't live without him?
this is me being mad at the fact I'm missing my boy who is exactly 7.192,28 km away from me rn.
 Oct 2017 Eve
gabriela arias
today i have a stomach ache for some reason.
i think something must be rotten
in there.
i don't know if this malaise comes from
the microwaved chicken wrap
i had for breakfast, or
from the unexpected death of all the butterflies
that used to live inside.
but
if the second one is true,
the second one was you.
 Oct 2017 Eve
Mystic904
Ye won't comprehend what I mean
Unless acquire the eyes to have seen
Emotions by their true image
Do you know what I mean?

Once harnessed power to play with emotions
Impossible seems revival, work no potions
When crawl back half alive
Anaesthetised images, walking drunk motions

That deep sorrow, sadness and pain
The efforts and struggles all in vain
Isn't what you cry for and say?
Ask thyself,
Who drove you into that lane

Pitch dark corners of thoughts arouse the feel
Four stanzas including this one's just half meal
Clouds of this kind circle forever
Pressing the haunting words, in time I'll heal
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Presence of happiness none sees, a pity
As we surmise, there does exist a Deity
For a reason, all this emerged
In everything, there might be something pretty
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Once gripped that strange feel in the prayers
Shall form over body, invisible protective layers
Addition in tons, not kilos
Of sagacity, on each climb of the stairs
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Life devoid of expectations isn't the option
The mindset's worthy enough for adoption
Great expectations pave dirtiest of roads
Too precious to be displayed up for auction
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On Him can we lean and must firmly believe
Direct contact's the medicine for mind's relief
Affordable yet unaffordable jewels await
For the closest beings in His regard to receive

F.A teeri
 Oct 2017 Eve
Mystic904
Quills be dragged over young tattered pages
Until dries off red ink, trapped in the cages
Stop constructing walls for the ocean's siege
Let flow, before witness thy dam's breach
 Oct 2017 Eve
Mystic904
Clouds wrapping the sun
Repressing flow of spectrums
A delightful play
Just a haiku try...
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