#spilledink poems on Hello Poetry

Megha Thakur Jul 2020

ऐ आने वाले पल
कोई तो अच्छी खबर लेकर आ।
बहुत देख लिए दुख सबने,
अब तो थोड़ी खुशी देकर जा।
कब तक मैं आँसु बहाऊंगा,
कब तक इस दर्द को छुपाऊंगा।
एक बार तों मुझ पर रहम तू खा,
या छोड़ तनहा या जिन्दगी से मिलवा।

-Megha Thakur

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Megha Thakur Jul 2020

अपने जो अपने थें ही नहीं

अक्सर जिन्हें खोने के नाम से ही रूह कांप उठती थी,
आज देखों अरसे बीत गए उनसे बात किए।
जिनके चेहरे से दिन की शुरुआत होती थीं,
आज शाम ढल गई बिना उनका नाम लिए।
जो सिर्फ़ अपने मतलब के लिए हमें मरने देने को तैयार थें,
आज सोचते हैं कैसे हम उनके साथ जीए।
कभी सोचा था ये उम्र भर का साथ हैं,
और रिश्ते के नाम पर वो सारे धोखे सहे जो तुमने दिये।
उन्हें खुशियाँ देकर,
सारे ग़म हमनें पियें।
खुद भी जख्मी थें हम,
मगर अपने जख्म छोड़ तेरे घाव हमने सियें।

-Megha Thakur

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Megha Thakur Jul 2020

Zindgi ki chahaat

Tu ek khubsurat dhokha hai kadwi sahi par sachayi to maut hai,
Fir bhi mai tujhe hi chahta hu.

Aye zindgi na jane kyu,
Mai tujhe baar baar manata hu.

Apna har ek pal har ek lamha,
Dil khol kar jita jata hu.

Tujhse hai pyar beshumar,
Ye tujhe bina hichkichaahat btata hu.

Apni har galti se,
Mai kuch naya sikhta jata hu.

Ek tere karib ane ke khatir,
Apni har burayi ko dur bhagata hu.

Tere dil me jagah banane ke liye,
Kayi dafaa mai ghut bhi jata hu.

Kaise btau tujhe aye zindgi,
Ki mai tujhe kitna chahta hu.

-Megha Thakur

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Justine Louisy Jun 2020

50p polish

See,
I’m not your normal kind as
it’s difficult to find the
dedication in me.
Yes, I know you payed a small fee,
to buffer your careless cars looks or
to tend to your metal head hooks.

But believe me when I say,
get ready as you better find another way in
dealing with your troubled goods.

Meanwhile, I will confine myself in a multitude of bin lining hoods.

Justine Louisy

Copyright © Justine Louisy 2017
All Rights Reserved

#poetry #creativewriting #spilledink #poetess #poemswrittenbywomen #poetryislife #poetryisnotdead

fray narte Jun 2020

a thousand lost letters and one

and i will wait for you here on the other side, where the earth and her fields await the footsteps of that girl who dared to swallow pomegranate seeds — each one holding a tenfold of unsaid apologies. i will wait for you here, where the storms i brewed found themselves pressing against the softness of lilacs, where the nightfall forgives the sunset for leaving, where morning smells of teakwood and rain. and you will realize that each sigh does not have to weigh like a thousand bent bromeliads — that each breath does not have to ache in the presence of morning light. you will deserve every bit of softness you tried so hard to ****. you will deserve every bit of moment that doesn't hurt — someday, you'll get here and you'll know. you'll know.

— to my younger self

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aa May 2020

i can't help it

the place i spend most of my nights in - that's not where my home is.
my home is in the beat of your heart, pounding softly against my ear. my home is in your arms.
and i know. i know people aren't supposed to be homes.
but i can't help it.

#home #people #love #arms #poetry #spilledink

fray narte Apr 2020

spoils of war

by now, the moon knows that my chest is just a burial ground for this thousandfold of sighs — in their hands, all different ways of my undoing, and i am a breath away from one. you see, some nights are for the softest, gentlest moments of lunacy. some nights, for waging wars and succumbing into these sighs, barely held by the petals tightening around my throat. by now, the moon knows that i had once been a battlefield and it's a pity — growing poems on such an unholy ground, only to fall apart like aster leaves and ancient city walls.

darling, it's getting dark, and this is starting to look less like poetry — and more like spoils of war from inside my head.

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fray narte Apr 2020

some bukowski girl

she saunters to the room
in white sundress and boots —
some girl bukowski would probably write about.
her heart, stitched to her sleeves,
leaving her chest
smothered with lilacs and cigarette smoke.

how do you know you got embers
that can start a forest fire
when all that matters
is walking straight to the arms
of a storm dressed as another girl —
a girl dressed as another storm
leaving behind casualty after casualty
after casualty
in leaky apartments and hotel rooms.

well,
poets don't tell you how storms kiss —
how they're made of moonlight,
dripping like ether on a sea glass
and before you know it,
your skin is the sea, reaching,
yielding with total abandon
to every curling of the tongue,
to chapped lips and to sighs.

this must be
what 'it' looks like.

then again,
bukowski never really wrote that much about love,
and it's no secret;

her feet are no altars
to offer your poems
and darling,

your lips are not where
storms go to rest.

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