Will you ever be mine?
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From the distance
In the dark
I see you in the very view
That I saw in my dreams
Thinking of your astounding beauty
Unable to distinguish what illusion and reality it seems

Then a thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?

Its true that I may be poor by riches
Its true I may be poor by fame
But I have treasures of love
Hidden in the dungeons of my castle
Where I am the master of it
As well as I am the prisoner
Even the judge is me
And the executioner
That castle is my heart

Then my day dream ends
A thought passes through my mind
Will you ever be mine?

I shall never bring you the moon and stars
To you I may never show my concealed heart
Because of the fear of a broken love
Like petals from a broken flower

The thing which I feel for you ?
The emotions I ponder upon
Do you search for those in me
When this happen and you bestow a smile while watching me

Then a thought will pass by my mind
One day you will be mine

The sunset is so beautiful,
From this broken glass pane,
The yellows oranges and reds,
Staining each other,
Like a three passionate lovers,
In a love triangle.
Me and my glass pane, both broken
Sit there in silence.
Looking at this beautiful,
Yet painful scene.
We see the colours loving and giving in.
And then,
Losing everything. 
Now they're broken like us.
And they're gone.
Like we went away.
Now there's darkness.
Complete darkness. 
Because the stains of love,
Are black.




#review
#mans

Please take my eyes.I can't stop looking at these shattered pieces . The pieces I was left with , when you broke my young heart.On my doorstep I saw you . Red roses , red cheeks . Eyes soothing like the moonlight and smile like warm sunrays . Now you're gone . All I have are pieces . On my couch | saw your lips and your perfect torso.Every edge so perfectly carved , My sight melting down from your neck , fingers craving for touch Now you're - gone . All I have are pieces . I saw you on the right - side of my bed making that puppy face.Pulling me over you when I said i wanna sleep left . Now you're gone . All I have are pieces . These pieces are heart to collect . The more I touch them the more they break . I wish to fix them.Everytime I see them lying all around me.I want to love again . want to fall again.I want to give my heart to someone but nobody needs a heart in pieces . So there's no hope for love now , because the pieces won't get back together . Their sight kills me . So take my eyes.




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#mans

"All men are the same",
Are they ?
Some tall and dark,
Some fair and handsome,
Some emotional,
Some devotional,
Some will take care of you,
Some may ignore you,
Tough from the outer side,
Soft on the inner heart,
They might not feel,
Appreciated sometimes,
As they deserve.
But here I am,
To deduce them.
It's brave how they,
Tolerate all our tantrums.
It's courageous to bear the pain,
Without shedding a tear.
All you men are,
Unique and special in your
Own ways.
It's hard to get surrounded by
Responsibilities and attain stability.
Cannot blame the whole kind,
Due to a few men.
We speak of equality,
If women are deity,
You are no lesser,
Than Lord.
ALL MEN ARE NOT SAME

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Topic : Bloody Sorceress

Underneath my skin.. There resides a bloody sorceress,
she knows how to trick me as well as others.
Her soul is greedy agonizing for something that's not hers.
I don't know whether this "something" Is hers or not,
But as people say it's a curse so it's better to get her away from that.
Desire for honor and her self esteem is a thirst.
Which she doesn't want to let go not even once.
She's even so inobedient that barely obeys her guardians.
And so impolite that always desperated to make her own guidelines.
Which she gives priority more than geeta hymns.
She thinks she's so versatile, I need to laugh on her dumb mind,
Cause just because she knows how to drive
(Even Not Men).
She can't think like a blind.
As if she learns how to make up mind to give a second chance to imposters
Or as if she learns to chastise her molesters.
People blame me for her mischievous impure deeds.
But how can I tell them neither she's me nor I'm she.
She's just a skin inside me, a skin made up of fat.
Although deposited by aftermath of a tragedy which started right after my birth.

#review #rks #poetry

If u think that I was wrong

Darling if u think that I was wrong,
If u think that your heart isn't the place where I belong,
Clearly our bond tended to break when it wasn't that strong,
Maybe our love wasn't meant to last long.

If u think that I was wrong,
I won't stay here anymore,
Simply I'd walk away,
While u close the door.

If u think that I was wrong,
Then I'm ready to apologise,
It's upto u whether u forgive me,
Or give me a reason to further traumatize.

You'd stay reluctant on the fact that I was wrong,
When deep inside u know that u were wrong too,
But your ego was smth that came in between,
That's why our relationship is in a situation now where it should've never been.
#review #San #poetry

#review #poetry Mansi iwritesometimes :)


Sometimes I'd sit in silence,
And wonder if I'm being real,
Are my feet tied to ground,
Or Am I trapped by my fear?

Do I really fear losing you?,
Or is it all inside my head,
Or Am I haunted by the same monsters,
Which once lived beneath my bed

The longing feels like forever,
It doesn't let me get through.
But I know If you are happy,
Then I'll be happy too

They say this pretty thing is called LOVE,
And for it I'll have to stay tough,
But you can't feel my legs melting,
You haven't been there for long enough

Whenever you are out of my sight,
Why do I feel like crying?
Is it okay to feel all this,
Or maybe I'm slowly dying.

Why did you pour empty words to drink,
When you had planned to leave too soon,
And only wanted to know me,
When the sky was bright and the moon was full

But I will never blame you,
For the tear stains on my floor,
As I was the one who thought,
A person owes me to be so much more !

~iwritesometimes | mans *-*

Never give in

I didn't sleep for nights,
I leapt over all heights.
Never gave in;I wrote down my own fate,
Never let my morale to abate.
Underneath my steps where the dangers stood,
Took me out from my comfort zone for good.

I worked hard day in and day out,
In order to make it count.
There were instances where I was about to stumble,
Sturdily I walked,never let my morale to crumble.

The path was misty;visibility ahead wasn't quite clear,
Fiercely determined I was,through all the odds was able to steer.
They were jealous of me,they tried to block my way,
But I kept myself strong and made it to the top one day.
#review #San #poetry

Has your young moon lost it's glitter to gleam ?
Dingy darkness taking it's prolonged way,
Blue and Black , scarlet and Ruby hues bleam,
Cordial wishes and Hopes at it's bay.

Highs and lows , silent muzzled moments between,
Mind at war, but sensitive soul at peace,
Phenomenal turns , twists , sometimes unseen,
Theoretical thoughts , abstract prayers at lease.

Loud yet silent hushes , time , how it plays,
Soon , glitters , the nautical star twinkle,
Eternal Sunshine takes you out of maze,
And silent songs seems playful , lyrical.

Move with tune , maneuver , every minute,
Vow to dire , sky is the only limit

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#nandini_thakar
#sonnet

#review #poetry #loftymuse

Goodnight

Goodnight chickens
Goodnight numbers
I'll count you all again
In the morning

And if it was any wonder of yours
It was mine too
Still
I chose to slumber

To find my rest
No pillow
No breast
Only solitude to console me
And so
And so again I would go

A far away place
Not in space
Or time
Though it helps
To be alone

Like the ones who
So desperately crave
To be alone
But first
To find someone
To be alone with

This search that drives
So many around the bend
It must be like the Truth
To know anything at all
You must begin by forgetting
Everything
So everything can find you

In the End

Waking up in the morning
To the freshly brewed aroma
Drawing the curtains
To invite the bliss around
Blinded by the shining sun
Deftly chasing away the darkness in and out

Musing about the day before
Dreaming about the one ahead
I relish in the flush of daylight
Weaving it's path in all it's rite

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#pooj
#poetry

[Untitled]

If I could take your hand
Steal you away and elope
To a life filled with dreams and hopes
Darling you know I would.
If I could follow you around
Even if in circles we go round and round
Darling you know I would.
If I could take you on a cruise
On an infinite ocean of the universe
Darling we could live peacefully
Because amongst the stars is a wonderful place to be.

#review #salonikulkarni #poetry

[Randomness]

Still remember the day we met.

My heart was saying all these things.

It never meant.




As I was watching you, I was dying in your debt.

Those black earrings,

Killing me like a cigerrate,




You were sitting in that cafe.

Drinking your coffee sip by sip,

Ignoring the redness on the cup and my cheeks, due to your lips.

(Had to repost this, as it was deleted by bot :/ )

#poetry #review #asthir

Łøve øf mÿ lìfe

You're the absolute perfection with much to commend,
With utterly no flaws in u there's nothing to amend.
I'd hand over the world my resignation,
Staying in your arms would be my only designation.

That angelic beauty,that great charm to which no one could resist,
Such the addiction which continues to exist.
The rare gem which only few deserved,
Glad to have got it which needs to be preserved.

Love wasn't my thing until I found u and started it to embrace,
You're the one on whom I could rely upon for solace.
Wish to have u along with me in my every single birth,
To me such is your worth.
Wish to give u happiness of my part,
Not possible to stay even for a second from u apart.
#review #San #poetry

{My last song}

she said to me ,

"why don't you write anything for me?"




" we are friends na thats why," i said




That was 3 weeks before i told her how i felt for her.


She said no.


I felt something different,

I...felt like crying, tearing me apart

Uh..those tears..

Broken, sad , started writing for her..

Without her..




Wrote about her hairs,

Maybe she still cares?




Wrote about her eyes,

Oh those little lies,




Wrote about her lips,

Deleted our clips from school trips,




Wrote about her smile,

It's been a while,




Then after some years ,

She saw me through the window of social media,

Broken me posting sad poetry,




Only if i could undo,




Loving she asked

"you write so well, but for who?"

(Fictional)

#review #poetry #asthir

SWEET MORNING HUSH


Out of the suffocating crowd, 
When I'm all alone at last.
I put off everything I wore for the world,
My clothes and my mask.
I look at the mirror on my bathroom wall,
I find myself all alone,
Lying with my mind at ease,
On the cold bathroom floor.
I look at my reflection painted on the mirror,
Utterly beautiful yet so painful. 
My eyes filled with pouring grace, 
That's healing yet baneful.
I run my fingers through my short hair,
And then to my high held neck.
I look at the eternal womanly beauty,
Residing on my flesh. 
I looked at the stars like marks on my back,
My own beautiful constellation.
You might have not seen them,
Actually, they don't like much invasion.
My sight melts down to my legs,
Long, symmetric and freshly shaved.
Yet some wounds on them appear so clear,
Like memories peeking out that earlier encaved.
And as I caress my legs my focus,
Suddenly shifts on my left arm,
That have beautiful parallel lines engraved,
Possessing an unignorable charm.
And I sit there in complete silence,
Hearing the voices inside my head,
Admiring the womanly beauty I've got,
On both sides of my flesh,
The morning light barges in from the little window,
Making my pinks and browns of my skin glow,
Reminding me I have to put the clothes and masks again.
It's morning so it's time to go.



#review
#mans

Hope meaning in my word's "Light"

We just walking under the tunnel because we know we can find a light end of this tunnel. Life is equal to tunnel so don't stop. Keep walking.
#review #RC #hope

When you saw me...

You smiled;
You glanced;
You spoke;

I fell for you;
I loved you;
I asked you;

And you were from then,
Forever mine!

-Keya
Lyrical Note

#KD
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#poetry
#poems

you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,

you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,

gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all

cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure

whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed

#micky
#review
#poetry

you...
who stood there firm with the mountain breeze
whose chantings echoed through the valleys,

you came down as the summer ended
down the heights, down the slopes
blessing the lands with a melody,

gentle breezes that ran through the streets
gently touching every soul
pure heart that cured all

cross the streets, near the shore
who came from farlands
stood was a stranger, seeking the cure

whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed

#micky
#review
#poetry

“Don’t give up. Don’t give up,” the old man said. His voice seemed to be distant, even though he was much closer to me. The waves came rushing forward, and before they touched our feet, the waves retreated. Life seemed to be going good, and it almost feels like an earthquake now. Not small, but a really bad one. 


The man stood opposite to me as if in a nightmare. He caught hold of my hands, “Don’t give up. Don’t give up this soon.” I looked at the man, with eyes filled with tears. The moon, which stayed directly opposite to us, shone in full. Its reflection made the sea shine. It was so real, to be a nightmare. 


“Who are you?” I asked him.


“I am the king of this country,” he told me. He had almost white, grey eyelids. His body looked so old, devoid of any flesh. He had some long hairs spurting out of his chin and cheeks, which can’t be called a beard. He was almost bald, and the remaining hair was grown long. I laughed lightly at his response, and I stopped the laughter, understanding that insanity is not something to be laughed at. I stopped, heaving only one puff of air. 


“Come. Come with me,” the man said, taking my hand. I followed him to his house. It was so small, I understood that he lived alone. 


Thus, my plan to kill myself was aborted. The man’s voice echoed in my mind, like it got strongly registered there. “Don’t give up. Don’t give up.”

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