you were nothing but the rude voices the clashing of swords and staves you broke me so hard i had to vent it out played with my heart for you to curse me with every nook and corner your will would ever have to offer to me oh love you should have believed me when i had said, "i am your little girl and you are my favorite bonhomie" i would forever hate to let you go i had tried with all my might but couldn't leave you alone as time savored my broken parts my character had to take off her unrelenting costume and unyielding face mask the way you killed and shattered each of my nerves apart cried bloated rebuked until i couldn't consume myself within the fierce and lawless that you were the fierce and lawless that you turned (me into) i created chances for you to blow me out and leave me the only golden moments to go fleeting a compassion beyond pain and only if i had an umbrella for my difficult moments the way you let me stand out in the cold darling, i would tell you, "you are deficient in reading me and oh so adequately! you failed me yet again, and miserably so."
Author: Soulstory
माँ मैं हैवान नही था
-हर्ष नारायण श्रीवास्तव
माँ मैं हैवान नही था,
तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
हाँ समाज केे फ़रेबो से तो मैं अन्जान था,
पर तेरे दिए संस्कारों का तो मुझे ज्ञान था,
खुद से पहले दूसरे का सम्मान करना तूने ही सिखाया था,
लड़कीओ को देवी का दर्जा देना ये तूने ही बताया था,
बहन तेरी राखी कि इज़्ज़त मैंने बखूबी निभाई थी,
किसी दूसरे की राखी पे मैंने आँख न बुरी लगाई थी,
एक बाप केे लिए बेटी की कीमत क्या होती है ये पापा के प्यार ने बताया था,
बस इसी संस्कारों को मैंने अपनी आखरी साँस तक निभाया था,
बस मुझे गलत मत समझना माँ मैं तेरी कोख में पला श्राप नही था,
पापा आपकी इज़्ज़त का दाग नहीं था,
बहना तेरी राखी का अपमान नही था,
मै हैवान नही था||
i’m a rocking boat ⛵️
So I'm this sailboat that departed from the port shoving away in its own stifle no one to pull it towards the shore no one having to drive the force so i'm this rocking boat that would wave away to unknown lands go uninvited to places coz now I finally believe a random moment feels more like home than days of an unempathetic kinship.
Someone for me
Sometimes i want someone to
pat my back,
Sometimes i want someone to
kiss on my forehead,
Sometimes i want a tight hug,
Sometimes i want a warm
shoulder,
Sometimes i want someone to
hold my hand,
I just want someone.
~Divyanshi yadav
Who are you?
Who are you when you sleep? .. ⠀
There are two lives, for you and for me, ⠀
In one you think a lot, ⠀
and in another thoughts play with you. ⠀ ⠀
This is the world where you close your eyes, ⠀
and you open completely different doors with them … ⠀
you just go inside yourself, ⠀
You open another self … ⠀
And while you sleep, you’re happy there, you can afford it! ⠀
When you wake up, you see the reflection of another self … ⠀
Who are you when you’re not sleeping? … ⠀
⠀
I’m not a sentiment
I’m not anger.
I’m not fear.
I’m not cheeriness.
I’m not dismal.
I’m not anxiety.
I’m not empathic pain.
I’m not disgust.
I’m not arousal.
I’m not exhilaration
for the things felt on the spur of the moment.
I’m not “yelling at someone”.
I’m not “woah” ’cause you are just fascinated
by something I said.
I’m things other than feelings.
And emotions like these inside out.
I’m the mind of a child
whose memories are depicted by a glass orb
where my nature just spread.
So tell me, if you’d picturize me
by these aforesaid sentiments
How many colors of sentiments would you remember
by the images I sketch?
Stay Alive
Wise words whisper in my ear: "Stay alive",I hear. "Stay alive." I wipe away my tears, pick my head up and continue on, despite my fears.See The Post
Unfinished In A Storm
We started like a poem
Rhyming into each other
But ended like a quote,
Unfinished in a storm.
–a n
just one of those things
It still sends a chill down my spine, knowing the way someone you love can change into someone you don't know anymore. ~S.L. Gray