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If someone asks
Why don't you write,
Those days?

I can't
Just reply
Genre: Experimental
Author's Note:When he/she asked for a paper
To write a next chapter
Someone gave him/her a filled page
Now tell me
Where and how can he/she write?
nitelite Apr 17
I was left on a wire
Far above the earth,
Amongst tied sneakers and birds,
Far away from the world.

The fires beneath
Did viciously bleed through and race,
As an artist’s seeping oil paints,
Crimsoning the broken autumn space.

Safe as I was,
Stranded was I as well.
And although by peace my soul’s fires were quelled
The morn meant to awaken me instead burned in hell

And so the grounds once walked,
Now pits of flames to where I turn a blind eye,
Await flowing tears from the skies
Or perhaps even a gentle god's sigh

But life was equally vicious in it's droughts,
And with myself I could not make amends
Like a rat who refutes the hand to which it depends
Again and again, my own mind  finds itself to condemn

And so I seek refuge
Between the land and the sky so true
In hopes to see my fears and tears be subdued.
To be among the dead and hollow, I allude,
Fleeting, to a higher ground, but still they collude
To bring me down, as bottled up, I remain overdue
Of a reckoning or healing to burn or to soothe.
Til so, I burn, though from flames so far removed.
And lay my mind further in limbo, and so, I say adieu.
It's been a while! This one is a bit older, but I still liked this one a whole a lot and holds a special place in my heart. Hopefully,  I can get back on track.
मुझको छोड्कर तुम कहाँ  जावगे ——२
अप्नी दिलको मेरा साँयाँ बनाकर
एक दिल बन् गए दो दिलको ——२
फिरसे क्या दो  दिल बनावगे ?

सँग बीताए पल कैसे कोइ भूलाए
यादहे मुझको तेरा हसना रोना
जब एक दिन दुर होकर बीताएथे
तेरे नजरे पर साथ हमने लाएँथे
एक दिल बन् गए दो दिलकोे
फिरसे क्याँ दो दिल बनावगे ?

दिलमे दर्द देकर कहाँ तुम जावगे ——२
भूलाना हम कहाँ सकेङगे तुमको
जीसको हम् दिलपे लेकर चलते हे
जीसको हम जमीर अप्ना समझते
जीस् से हमने बात सिकँे थे प्याराँे के
जीसका बाते अभी भी कानोमे हँे मेरँे ——२
एक दिल बन् गए दो दिलको
फिरसे क्या दो दिल बनावगे ?

एक दिल  बन् गए दो दिलको
फिरसे क्या दो दिल  बनावगे ? ——२
Genre: Romantic Gazal
Theme: Plea
कोइ न बीताए अप्ना एसा  पल
मेरा कहेना, अब बारिहे तेरे सुन —२

आँएथे  कही पहेले यहाँ कभी
कोइथा जो चल्ताथा मेरे संग —२
दिलके साथ दर्द साटे एक दिन
साथ नछुटे डरथा दिलमे हरदम् —२

कभी गाना कभी हसना था व पल
कभी छुपा तो कभी मील्ते थे हम्
एक दिन नमीले तुमसे जब संग
लगाथा पाएङगे जी के सिर्फ अब गम्
साथ नछुटे डरथा दिलमे हरदम् —३

कहां कहांसे आया फिरभीे व एक वक्त
पुछे बीन लेगाया तुझको  उसने मेरे सँग
अब बाँकिहे सिर्फ उसके साथ रहेता पल
कभी गाना  तो कभी हसाँ कर्तँेथे हम् —२
कभी छुपा तो कभी मील्तेथे हम् —२

कोइ न बीताए अपना एसा पल
मेरा कहेना अब बारिहे तेरे सुन —३
Genre: Dark Gazal
Theme: The distress
We are alike
Almost alike

Once I told
I like your vibes
Be a family

[Silent, she was]
Now she is
Recognized as
Status of liberty
One can't deny
Her beauty
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Silence has the loudest voice
Alex Feb 7
Journal entry #2

Today I finally decide to truly let go.
I no longer want her friendship, just like she has countlessly rejected my love. It is cruel and unfair to expect opposite feelings of the other.
We found each other against all odds, she approached me with intrigue and decadence, hoped for comfort, but let it all go when the bell rang. Like holding an infant in your arms, looking for care and attention, begging for patience and vision to give it the chance to grow strong and beautiful. Instead left under a bridge too weak and brittle to keep it.
I think I made her happy, but her warmth dissipated as soon as I had to leave, the mistake perhaps was to tell her that I love you. But she never wanted a serious relationship, she just wanted a connection with a man who acknowledged her, made her feel good, desired, important and seek out thrill in her stressful mundane life.
My purpose was served, and I felt disposed of. It has been one long year since the day I had to go, hoping to return.
I don’t want to know anything about her life anymore. Any news will hurt and enrage me. She hurt me so deeply and profoundly she is afraid of what she has done, she feels guilt for not loving me and rejecting a loving man, while I now feel guilt for expecting and forcing feelings onto her fragile soul.
We are equally selfish.
I burdened her with emotional presence from afar, when all she desired was peace and repent in silence. I don’t want to keep hurting her by caring. Today she said, “as soon as you appear in my life it becomes too hard and painful that I will not answer you in return”. Being friends with me would make her happy, she wants to be friends. But being friends is all that it will ever be while we shared such passionate and intimate times together. Her friendship is not enough, I want her in her entirety. I am convinced at this stage there is nothing I can do or say to change her mind. You may think you’re not good enough for me or that you cannot be with someone who you cannot love because love is alien to you, or because circumstances make it so. If you just let go, I would travel across the world and catch you.
It is all in your mind…
Now… By letting go of you entirely. By letting go of the constant hum of your omnipresence in my heart, of wondering what you’re thinking and if you will keep remembering me. We let each other heal and gradually forget a little more each passing day. You will find a man, I am sure. But you will never find someone who loved you more than I do now. Never.
I cherish the time I had with you. I wish things could go differently. I may still decide to go to Russia, perhaps not so soon and for different reasons. But I would also like to deliver on my promise, the promise I made to you a year ago. “I promise to come back”. Perhaps as friends this time, if I’m ready. Oh God. If I become a new man.
To my beloved Nastya. I love you. Goodbye.
your slow steps
move you away from me
they stole the music
all that's left  is the rain
Ivana Rodriguez Dec 2018
Wind stings and nips at
My cheek, but it’s nothing like
Your seasoned kisses.
Kisses that I am lacking
From your sly lips: bitter-sweet.
Bitter-sweet is bitter because of the cunning and manipulative lips, and is sweet because, indeed, my ‘lover’s’ kisses were magical—entrancing!
Hunter Dec 2018
Ever since you left
I've felt hooked on ****
On the inside I'm dying
For some reason I am still crying
I still miss you sadly to say
I think about you every day
No amount of drugs
Could ever replace your hugs
No amount of alcohol can erase this
No one else has the same kiss
All I have left of you is thoughts
And the memories that put my stomach in knots
Everything reminds me of you
And all the things I wish to undo
You are still here to me
It's like you won't let me be
Even though  your a 1000 miles away
Your still with me in the school day
I still sit and wait
Even though you're full of hate
I still think of you as my mate
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