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Another myth busted DOUBLE TAP, if you relate. _________________________________________ Shared by @alkasdesk _________________________________________ Follow - @theshattereddreams _________________________________________ #sad #sadness #love #onesided #world #value #relationship #her #girl #she #writing #creativewriting #writerssociety #writersblock #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writersclub #word #wordsporn #wordgasm #igpoetsofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofindia
The society is in the need of a long long therapy! _________________________________________ Shared by @the_known_stories _________________________________________ Follow - @theshattereddreams _________________________________________ #paralleluniverse #vision #dreamland #wish #dream #unique #liveandletlive #sadness #painful #differences #broke #lost #society #societysucks #writerssociety #writersblock #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writersclub #word #wordsporn #wordgasm #igpoetsofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofindia
A date with coffee Post 2 . . Coffee is always a good idea For more follow @kinnari_popat .
Shoot me down , but I get up, I am titanium!! DOUBLE TAP, if you relate. _________________________________________ Shared by @talesbysoham _________________________________________ Follow - @the.shattered.dreams _________________________________________ #inspired #getup #dontbackdown #iwontbackdown #titanium #broken #heart #love #tbt #relationship #relatable #inspiration #tale #story #changelife #writing #creativewriting #writerssociety #writersblock #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writersclub #word #wordsporn #wordgasm #igpoetsofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofindia
|| teenage lovers || some falls in love at first sight some just keep on loving them whether they are wrong or right and some thinks about them even at midnight . . In jealousy some feels themselves into pieces and by the name of their loved ones some people teases .. every minor things about them they remember when people keeps someone in all of the four heart chambers . . some people can neither express their feelings nor in their heart they can keep and with a smile on their face they get lost in their dreams with an eye contact they feel butterflies in their stomach and some even for friendship beleives in luck . . some just pretend to ignore and in their absence they get bored . because of shyness some people can't even face with their ignorance they feel their heart kept over furnace . . some comes in life and stay and by seeing their ignorance some people simply walks away . . some cries inside the blanket and some writes when the tears of their heart no one can't wipe .. ~khushi garg 🙈🙈 . . . . . . .#writers #writersofinstagram #teenage #heartsay #love #feelings #alone #live #love #heartbreak #wordsporn #poetry #lovepoetry #beyou #writer #sad #unexpressedfeelings #poet #blanket #quotes #poems #bodybuilding #lovelife #happiness #deepwords #iloveyou #say
Dreams!...For me its an inspiration,to boost my power of hardwork...❤️ . . . . . . . . So,here we go with our post.! @_.soul_vibes._ @_.soul_vibes._ . . _______________ All about soul talks.❤️ Follow for more ____________ #writersofinstagram #writincommunity #indianwriter #soulvibes #instagram #writersaway #peace #writer_room #love #wordsporn #melting_words #writerofig #india #soul_vibes 🌎 #ace_writers_room
Type “TRUE” Letter By Letter, if you believe this to be a truth. . No matter how much you speak out your thoughts, people not going to stop judging you based on your actions. So, better just be you, and do you, for you going to get criticised anyway. . 📸: @untamed4love
"Why don't you sit with me and vibe this cosmic night?"murmured the boy.Again the sound of blowing breeze could be heard through that arcane silence."I do frequent but today it seems special", replied the girl.By now a solemn scent got hold of the scenery.May be it was the profusion of some of those colourful flowers suspending from nearby plants.The dark grew darker."See the grotesque sky blended with that crystal and its counterparts.How beautiful they bear such a colour neither black nor white,it seems to be a rhyme they're composing since inception still they do:they usher us to the rhythm of love,love,only love,then to eternity ",uttered the boy breaking the monotony of silence.A stroke of romance hit her.Then she gazed at him and got herself inclined over his shoulder.The scent tightened and the breeze gnawed colder.The headlights flickered twice.They lulled to sleep in the cradle of nocturne. -Krishnendu #art #artistsoninstagram #artist #theuniverse #theuncommonbox #mirakee #wordsporn #writersofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #words #authentic #pictureday #cr7 #love #packpoetry
Seeing you smiling is a type ineffable pleasure for me, everytime my heartbeat skips for a second when i see you smiling, it feels like this is what i would ever need to be happy my whole life...🧚❤️💫 #writersofinstagram #writingprompts #writerscommunity #imtheforgottonsoul #poet #poeteycommunity #poetsofinstagram #wordsporn #goodreads #life #smile #she #he #poems #poemgasm #poetry
Type “TRUTH” Letter By Letter, if you agree here. . Your so powerful and wonderful, doubting yourself is the curse you do on you, for you deserve so much more than you even think. . When people hate you and try to put you down, do not you worry its just because your better than them in some area, and thats what not acceptable for them, and yes, however they do not even like themselves at first. . 📸: @gentlewomensayings
That ain’t me.
Okay. I didn't try writing this one. It just came to me naturally. 😋 And i love this one ❤️ Drop your comments what do u think about this. And thankyou so much for being part of the page. Love you all. 😘 Inspiration @jaani777 bhai ❤️ #punjabi #punjabisongs #punjabilyrics #shayari #punjabishayari #lyrics #feelings #jaani #rekhta #shayar #poetsociety #poet #poetryporn #wordsporn #wordgasm #wordsmith #loveshayari #lovequotes #feelingsometypeofway #grateful #loveyou #writinglove #hindishayri #hindiwriters #urdupoetry #urduadab #iloveyouall
I'm a bubble, I can't do anything, but to take you in this limitless sky.
Remember, no one decides your worth. You are the only one, that decides that for you. Let no one fuck with your vibes. Let no one make you feel little or small. Let no one tell you, what you deserve and what you don't. Let no one tell you how you should be and what suits you. You decide that for yourself. Let no one tell you if you're too smart or too stupid at something. You decide that for yourself. Let no one tell you if this is your cup of tea or not. You decide that for yourself. Let no one tell you, to lose or to put on weight, forward you're yours first. You decide that for yourself. Let no one tell you not to wear black because you're dusky. You decide that yourself. It's your damn life, let no one treat you poorly. Let no one make you feel bad. Because it's all about you. Accept yourself. Accept things you like about yourself and also the ones you don't like about yourself. Love yourself because that's what you're supposed to do.
دنیا کی محفلوں سے اکتا گیا ہوں یارب ! کیا لطف انجمن کا جب دل ہی بجھ گیا ہو شورش سے بھاگتا ہوں دل ڈھونڈتا ہے میرا ایسا سکوت جس پر تقریر بھی فدا ہو مرتا ہوں خامشی پر، یہ آرزو ہے میری دامن میں کوہ کے ایک چھوٹا سا جھونپڑا ہو آزاد فکر سے ہوں عزلت میں دن گزاروں دنیا کے غم کا دل سے کانٹا نکل گیا ہو لذت سرود کی ہو چڑیوں کی چہچہوں میں چشمے کی شورشوں میں باجا سا بج رہا ہوں گل کی کلی چٹک کر پیغام دے کسی کا ساغر ذرا سا گویا مجھ کو جہاں نما ہو ہو ہاتھ کا سرہانا سبزے کا ہو بچھونا شرمائے جس سے جلوت، خلوت میں وہ ادا ہو مانوس اس قدر ہو صورت سے میری بلبل ننھے سے دل میں اس کے کھٹکا نہ کچھ مرا ہو صف باندھے دونوں جانب بوٹے ہرے ہرے ہوں ندی کا صاف پانی تصویر لے رہا ہو ہو دلفریب ایسا کہسار کا نظارہ پانی بھی موج بن کر اٹھ اٹھ کے دیکھتا ہو ~ علامہ اقبال #allamaiqbal #aikarzo #poetry #scenes #peace #picoftheday #instadaily #instagood #poetrylines #beutifullines #sairemashriq #instaquote #quoteoftheday #skystories #waterstories #pakistan #naran #beautyofpakistan #beautifulpakistan #caption #travelpeacefulpakistan #brightsideofpakistan #positivesideofpakistan #hdrpics #words #wordsporn #poetryporn
Shall you be the rainstorm dusk? I'd sit by my window pane, watching you dance, sometimes inbetween the silver green leaves, often tumbling over the birch branches. You'd be like the white pearls near the ocean shores. Shining. Beaming. Glittering. You'd fall close, closer to my heart avalanching from the inner dome of heaven. I'd shut my eyelids and feel your cold touch against my warm cheeks. Don't forget to hide my tears. Shall you be the midnight dove? Over the calm waters, the silvery stream you'd fly. Your peaceful shadow would linger around mine. I'd look up at you or rather I'd look down and witness the glimmering whirlpools. I'll splash the water, but with my feet and relive every failed dream, that was once my life. You'll hide my eternal note of sadness underneath your wings and take them to the land of unknown, leaving behind for me your magic spell. I'd need it the most along with the naked moon, so bright. Shall you be the twilight sky? In the distant skyline amidst the silhouette, I'll stand on my terrace, dreaming to be the golden dusk enveloped by the twilight. While you'll be the lavender warmth caressing upon the velvet clouds, we'll meet near the horizon, where the sunset will kiss you silvery pink. The first night stars will acompany us. In the loudest silence, I will look into your eyes and live my moment. You'll lead me into the darkest night, darker than the secret of the burning sun. Shall you be my life after death? No more it'll be the unknown land. You'll hold my hand and lead my way. Away from the world of agony and pain. I'll follow you through the pathless wood where the crickets will sing my farewell song. Midway, I'll stop and promise you what I couldn't so far. Eternity. And then I will look back and laugh. Laugh at poor mortality. Won't you be my life after death? ~Postcard written by Soundarjyo Sen Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #exp
The fluttering butterflies Alighting on the vibrant gladiolus; Sketching the silhouette Of a love so passionate. The flickering dew-drops Sliding from the shimmering green leaves; As if tear-drops from a lover's cheeks. The blooming blood-red buds of the lilies So benign and sweet; Just like a lover's word flourishes The blush of a young naive heart. The humming bees frolicking From flower to flower; Akin to the dilemma of a confused lover Seeking for answers. The blazing rays of the sun Piercing right through the clouds; Like the soulful glare Of an angry broken core. The dismantled petals Of a torn rose; Like the strewn words Of a broken promise. The rhythmic patterns of nature Illuminous as an exquisite miracle, Radiating it's varied spectre Of emotions oozing with life. Rain and sun intermingled In the puzzle of yielding and fighting, Resemblance of an imperfectly perfect poise Coalesced into a dazzling masterpiece. 'Cause when laughter and tears Fuses together, Darkness and light Sparks an unique enchantment. ~Poesy written by Shradhya Chakraborty Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
Ominous black clouds covered the sky and released a sudden shower. Thunder rolled in from the west and rain began to fall. It seemed like the rough voice of an angry middle-aged man, heard through the thick isolating blankets of clouds. I leaned forward resting my chin on the dashboard. The trees jovial as they were, after the heat and humidity, enchantingly bend in serenity enough, swaying to and fro, tearing their branches like paper limbs. I caught myself concentrating more on the trees, while the big drops of rain had skipped my mind. Before my heart could dance to the tune of the strengthening gust, the smothering storm transformed itself into a soft ambience, delicate as an old woman's hand. The scene was that of steel blue-greys that mirrored the hues of the highway. The process of a boy growing up into a gentleman. The heavy shower had faded, and the windshield was clear once again. The raindrops are like our troubles. Suddenly, they come into notice and soon, the path in front of us go blur. We wonder what lies ahead? All the dark nights, spent in trepidation, all the afternoons, full of stress. The uncertainties of life show up, and leave us in the unknown, hazy vision. We struggle like the novice swimmers, to keep ourselves afloat in the deep waters. Only if the angels would hold our hands and take us to our paradise. But life.. For the full post follow us on Facebook. ~Memoir written by Soundarjyo Sen. Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
I just wanted to stick around. When the zephyr danced to the sloppy sunlight's shimmering song, The raindrops, charming in the sensuous shades of romance below the stars, While the birds warbled in mirth, their happy notes enchanting my ears; I just wanted to stick around. When the christmas lights left tiny shadows on my window panes, I sat right beside, staring at the adorable moon. I just wanted to stick around. The skyline, breathtaking; While the silver lining made the clouds stand out, I just wanted to stick around. The waves lashing on the shore, taking away a little bit of sand everytime along with it, to the unfathomable depths. I sat there, scribbling your name. I thought, I just wanted to stick around. All those times, I stood witnessing his fingers inbetween her's, grasping for a little more care; I just wanted to stick around. The lake, adorned in green, yet transparent enough to mirror the hues of the soothing sunset. The warm orange always made me realize; I just wanted to stick around. New born roses, and dark blue bruises, both reminded me of you. The empty darkness frequented my heart. I just wanted to stick around. The golden morning, the blushing horizon, your entrancing scent and a hot cup of coffee, I just wanted to stick around. And then, Your pull at her hair, untying her golden brown locks, which fell upon your face, your lips upheld your love. Her charismatic eyes closed, just to assure you, that she trusts you. With a wide spread smile and a tiny drop of tear, I felt, how much; I just wanted to stick around. ~Memoir written by Soundarjyo Sen Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
I stared at the appeasing rice lights adorning every hotel's window Disentangling every lock of my entangled hair, Tiny, pacified, like the golden myriad of fireflies, While the foamy waves sang to the solemn music of the lovers' words; As if the beach echoed every promise made there tonight I was homesick. My heart ached for the Guernsey lilies which were now waiting for me, unwatered in the garden. I was just waiting for you to finish work. I could hear the new born Begonia buds calling by my name. The gentians, Blue, deep blue, darkening at the bottom like the unfathoble ocean depths I miss them. I remember how I told you how much those little dots of colours, illuminated my soul. The ones on the hotel windows. And you like always drew my dream in front of my naked eyes. At home, That vision, that vivid, soothing vision would never escape my memory. The sun sank lower in the sky, light of day hidden behind the dark clouds giving way to the velvety dark of the night, You held my hands and escorted me to the garden; The land where my dreams touch the rim of the reality. My eyes were closed, only to feel your arms pressing against mine. My eyes caught the glance of the heaven as I opened them. The blood red streaks of the rising sun, blushing along with the bright yellow happiness of life And the peace, the white, the immortal white of the pure soul. All around me. In my garden of dreams. Isn't that what you define as heaven, Where beauty too comes in perfection? Slowly, you picked up a flower, purple in colour, beautiful And put it behind my ear, gently. You kissed me on my forehead and said; "Crocuses are called the autumn bulbs of the garden." ~Memoir written by Soundarjyo Sen #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
Parallel The fluttering butterflies Alighting on the vibrant gladiolus; Sketching the silhouette Of a love so passionate. The flickering dew-drops Sliding from the shimmering green leaves; As if tear drops from a lover's cheeks. The blooming blood-red buds of the lilies So benign and sweet; Just like a lover's word flourishes The blush of a young naive heart. The humming bees frolicking From flower to flower Akin to the dilemma of a confused lover Seeking for answers. The blazing rays of the sun Piercing right through the clouds; Like the soulful glare Of an angry broken core. The dismantled petals Of a torn rose; Like the strewn words Of a broken promise. The rhythmic patterns of nature Illuminous as an exquisite miracle, Radiating it's varied spectre Of emotions oozing with life. Rain and sun intermingled In the puzzle of yielding and fighting, Resemblance of an imperfectly perfect poise Coalesced into a dazzling masterpiece. 'Cause when laughter and tears Fuses together, Darkness and light Sparks an unique enchantment. ~Poesy written by Shradhya Chakraborty Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
Bumping shoulders A glimpse of a past Dusty schoolbags We sweared the memories Would last But they're fading away ever so slowly From my conscious mind But then I see your eyes Same as the ones you had when You were twelve years old And although there are twelve more lines Around your cheeks You smile and we laugh And in the moment We are back again as kids On the first day of spring With allergies and dreams. Shopping through the aisles Landing eyes on the art supplies Suddenly in a whir We're transported to the world Of curly pencil shavings and Hands messy with paint. How we yearned that Those days may Never end Now we drink fine wine With our refined taste buds, But our pupils dilate and We scream In delight when we stop by AN old relic of a shop That sold us candies and icecream. The skies are also the same Yellow with a hint of red Those evenings when we bid goodbye And went home and plopped in our beds Who knew the goodbyes would become longer now? And that we would hold on to every stray Memory we'll get Take me back to first day of spring With no wrinkles or regret. ~Memoir written by Aradhana Saha Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
NEEDLES Flinching, gritting through my teeth, There are needles pricking my skin. Ghosts shooting daggers to the skin, Gaping wounds and blood is seen. See through wounds and see through flesh; One can see the hollow caves. The caves harbouring those insecurities Original sins and unoriginal identities. Identities have always been tricky Afraid of the flesh peeling off. Hand me the reins so I can use it as strings And the daggers as needles to knit. To knit my flesh into clumsy criss cross lattices And pretend I'm content within. ~Poesy written by Aradhana Saha Write a lot, write along. #writemore #writersofinstagram #poemsofig #poetry #poems #poeticjusticebraids #poetsofig #poetsociety #poemsporn #poemsofinstagram #poems #poeticjustice #poetrycommunity #scribbles #writersofinstagram #writers #writer #words #wordstoliveby #wordsporn #poetsunited #poetsunite #scribbles #scribblers #express #expressiveart #poetryisnotdead #wordsmith
#Repostby @tsd.outrage (@gramboxapp ) ... Sometimes it makes we wonder apart from creating a greater mess is media any helpful? DOUBLE TAP, if you relate. _________________________________________ Shared by @thecaffineaddictwriter _________________________________________ Follow - @theshattereddreams _________________________________________ #irony #ironyoflife #media #hopeless #society #societysucks #helpless #painful #outrage #outrageous #childtrafficking #protectchildren #writerssociety #writersblock #writersnetwork #writerscorner #writersclub #word #wordsporn #wordgasm #igpoetsofindia #writersofinstagram #writersofindia
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