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If I got every word perfect
would it be enough
for you?
Would you finally
take the time
to listen to the fear
in my love for you?
Self destruction
is a bloodline habit...
a pool I prayed
you’d never enter into
but there you are...
I've been there.
I've been here.
I've been circling around.
And around.
Norman Crane May 3
a filthy habit
drying in the sun / spotted
with little bits of nun
तुम आते हीं रहो देर से हम रोज हीं बतातें है,
चलो चलो हम अपनी अपनी आदतें दुहराते हैं।
लेट लतीफी तुझे प्रियकर नहीं समय पर आते हो,
मैं राही हूँ सही समय का नाहक हीं खिसियाते हो।

तुम कहते हो नित दिन नित दिन ये क्या ज्ञान बताता हूँ?
नही समय पर तुम आते हो कह क्यों शोर मचाता हूँ?
जाओ जिससे कहना सुनना चाहो बात बता देना,
इसपे कोई असर नही होगा ये ज्ञात करा देना।

सबको ज्ञात करा देना कि ये ऐसा हीं वैसा है,
काम सभी तो कर हीं देता फिर क्यों हँसते कैसा है?
क्या खुजली होती रहती क्यों अंगुल करते रहते हो?
क्या सृष्टि के सर्व नियंता तुम हीं दुनिया रचते हो?

भाई मेरे मेरे मित्र मुझको ना समझो आफत है,
तेरी आदत लेट से आना कहना मेरी आदत है।
देखो इन मुर्गो को ये तो नित दिन बाँग लगाएंगे,
जब लालिमा क्षितिज पार होगी ये टाँग अड़ाएंगे।

मुर्गे की इस आदत में कोई कसर नहीं बाकी होगा,
फ़िक्र नहीं कि तुझपे कोई असर नहीं बाकी होगा।
तुम गर मुर्दा तो मैं मुर्गा अपनी रस्म निभाते है,
मुर्दों पे कोई असर नहीं फिर भी आवाज लगाते है।

मुर्गों का काम उठाना है वो प्रति दिन बांग लगाएंगे,
मुर्दों पे कोई असर नहीं होगा जिंदे जग जाएंगे।
जिसका जो स्वभाव निरंतर वो हीं तो निभाते हैं,
चलो चलो हम अपनी अपनी आदतें दुहरातें हैं।

अजय अमिताभ सुमन
हरेक ऑफिस में कुछ सहकर्मी मिल हीं जाएंगे जो समय पर आ नहीं सकते। इन्हें आप चाहे लाख समझाईये पर इनके पास कोई ना कोई बहाना हमेशा हीं मिल हीं जाएगा। यदि कोई बताने का प्रयास करे भी तो क्या, इनके कानों पर जूं नहीं रेंगती। लेट लतीफी इनके जीवन का अभिन्न हिस्सा होता है। तिस पर तुर्रा ये कि ये आपको हीं पाठ पढ़ाने लगते हैं । ऐसे हीं महानुभावों के चरण कमलों में आदरपूर्वक सादर नमन है ये कविता , मिस्टर लेट लतीफ़ ।
If you see this note
I want you to know
It's not my fault
If love is starting to show.
So when I flinch at your touch
It isn't because of a crush
You just...made me jump.
When my cheeks go red
After you touch my leg
I'm not flustered, but...just something else instead!
It's just sugar and veins
that make me feel like I'm fizzing
And it's just habit
To hold your hand when I see you
Maybe I'm wrong and I do love you
Is that what I'm supposed to say?
Would that take these thoughts away?
But it's not like there's anything I could do
It's not like just this note would get all my thoughts through.
She is all I will ever need.
My bruises and fractures have never healed as fast.
In her presence
her stare.

My flaws and my faults
Feeling all so far behind me.
The acts of wrath I committed
washed away in her gaze.

The gauze she wraps around my wrists
Like soft silk in her touch.
Everything I knew that I was
fades away from me like an unsound dream.

She patches up my worries and fears
With sweet nothings and her smile
That never fading smile.
She is all I will ever need.

What could I do when she is gone?
When I curb to the weight
Of being saved again and again
Without her.

She crumbles slowly everyday
I can see it.
There is no room in this world
To be kind.

I fall back into my old habits
The momentary peace in my life
is always disrupted
Whenever she walks out of my apartment door.

women amirite
karly codr Mar 5
i have a bad habit
where i talk really bad on myself
and i never notice when i do it,
but i never realized how toxic
i can be
to myself
so anyway i was in band this morning and i was talking about how i'm not **** band in college because i **** at playing trombone and there's this kid i talk to sometimes but not on a daily basis and when he heard me saying that about myself he was like "if you ****** at trombone you wouldn't be in the varsity band. you need to stop talking bad on yourself, i've heard you play trombone, i've heard you sing, you don't **** at all, you need to stop saying these things about yourself" and then my band director chimed in and said "you never give yourself enough credit for the things you can do. you've improved so much over the past 4 years but i don't think you realize it" i promise i'm not crying rn (sorry that was long)
Hoshi Feb 4
It was stealing glances at first, quick glances so you wouldn't see my olive eyes wandering. Then it became a pastime. I swore it was the last time but I went back to you over and over again. I didn't fall. Falling makes it sound like an accident. No, I walked right in. I knew what could happen and I went in anyways. You became my habit.

You shouldn't be so easy to love, I'm afraid everyone is going to fall in love with you and you'll fall out of love with me.
Promise you won't, please
jcl Dec 2020
It takes fourteen days
to build a habit, they say.
Old conversations still feel so warm,
they recall thirteen stories I long to hear,
the twelve laughters we used to share.
At 11:11, "i would like to be with you
every single moment,"
ten words in repeat, nine times in a minute.
You broke it on the 8th,
and tried to not meet my eye.
Seven steps have never seemed so far
until we had the sixth goobye.
Five sleepless nights,
they're too much
for these four lullabies to fight.
There's nowhere else to go but off.
In three,
it only takes one brave move
to break a habit, I would say.
It would be hard to move on from what you used to
Laura M Julio S Nov 2020
Mother said
that man is a creature of habit
we were in the kitchen

I asked her
even in love?

Tell me mother,
how long did it take you to stop loving him
how long until you stop loving him

Yes, she answered

Tell me mother
if will you ever stop loving him
when will it spot hurting

Tell me mother
if  man is a creature of habit
is woman condemned
to remember
or to have the last word
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