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It's half past midnight;
I see your shadow slowly disappearing
from my dreams.

My eyes open, your hand still 
holding me.
I smile, as you look at me
with all the love in the world.

I reach out to move closer,
and realize.. you're not there. 
It's half past midnight,
and my veins are restless.

I look at the moon;
envious.
It gets to watch over as you
sleep tonight.

A sudden rush of  loneliness
hits my ground.
My fingers miss how they 
entwine with yours .

All awake now, 
I see your name flashing.
Maybe, 
my fingers miss how they 
entwine with yours
and 
your fingers miss mine.

A sudden rush of  loneliness
hits our ground.

All awake now,
we see our names flashing
on our beautiful night skies.

It's half past midnight,
and, 
yes 
we get to watch over 
each other.

#HuesOfRestlessness

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It's half past midnight; I see your shadow slowly disappearing from my dreams. My eyes open, your hand still holding me. I smile, as you look at me with all the love in the world. I reach out to move closer, and realize.. you're not there. It's half past midnight, and my veins are restless. I look at the moon; envious. It gets to watch over as you sleep tonight. A sudden rush of loneliness hits my ground. My fingers miss how they entwine with yours . All awake now, I see your name flashing. Maybe, my fingers miss how they entwine with yours and your fingers miss mine. A sudden rush of loneliness hits our ground. All awake now, we see our names flashing on our beautiful night skies. It's half past midnight, and, yes we get to watch over each other. #HuesOfRestlessness  Follow more such quotes by Shikha on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #longformpoetry  #bestofyqpoetry 
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Tonight, 
To efface my love for you
From my smeared existence,
Let me write a poem,
With some poems,
Within a poem;
Where every single alphabet
Will mold words- ineffable 
And every single word 
Will construct verses eternal;
That'll break all the harmony of pain (Life)
Into dissonance of L O V E ;
From where I will clandestinely 
Steal the art of L O V E,
To teach myself this art --
AGAIN.
In this autumn time of happiness.

But, alas!,
Alphabets lie naked,
Words lie peeled,
Sentences lie broken;

Come,
See;
Yes,
Come and see my Love!
Nay, my love of Yesternight!,
How my verses are on war, with themselves;
And my poems have taken the eternal exile.

Pity to me!
My pen longs for this solacing poem,
That I shalt be able to write --
NEVER.

AH! 
This pain has exclaimed me
And this love has claimed me,
For the never ending ever.
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© Barsha Kumar
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______________________________________________________________ Tonight, To efface my love for you From my smeared existence, Let me write a poem, With some poems, Within a poem; Where every single alphabet Will mold words- ineffable And every single word Will construct verses eternal; That'll break all the harmony of pain (Life) Into dissonance of L O V E ; From where I will clandestinely Steal the art of L O V E, To teach myself this art -- AGAIN. In this autumn time of happiness. But, alas!, Alphabets lie naked, Words lie peeled, Sentences lie broken; Come, See; Yes, Come and see my Love! Nay, my love of Yesternight!, How my verses are on war, with themselves; And my poems have taken the eternal exile. Pity to me! My pen longs for this solacing poem, That I shalt be able to write -- NEVER. AH! This pain has exclaimed me And this love has claimed me, For the never ending ever. ___________________________________________________________________ © Barsha Kumar ______________________________________________________________ #yqbabachallenge  #yqbaba  #tpmd  #bestofyqpoetry  @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
Rusted outside, almost empty inside,
it's been always like that.
A graveyard for forgotten luggage.
it's jealous of the fragrant lower closet, 
always fresh with new hope,
whereas it reeks of regret,
bought in bulk from online stores,
Memories of lost love you never
cared to look back to.

I wish you could've recycled your 
past in nostalgia.
I wish you could've made a blooper
reel out of the edited part of your stories.

You moved out, I moved in.
Now, it looks at me, half-open, 
as if saying I am okay with anything:

torn clothes you'll never take to a tailor, 
self-help books you pretend you'll read one day, 
wrappers of late night munchies & lots of empty boxes to fill the space up.

I know how hard it is to feel empty and to escape it, 
thus we fill ourselves with trash and let others do it too.

#yqbaba #poetry #yqtales 
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Rusted outside, almost empty inside, it's been always like that. A graveyard for forgotten luggage. it's jealous of the fragrant lower closet, always fresh with new hope, whereas it reeks of regret, bought in bulk from online stores, Memories of lost love you never cared to look back to. I wish you could've recycled your past in nostalgia. I wish you could've made a blooper reel out of the edited part of your stories. You moved out, I moved in. Now, it looks at me, half-open, as if saying I am okay with anything: torn clothes you'll never take to a tailor, self-help books you pretend you'll read one day, wrappers of late night munchies & lots of empty boxes to fill the space up. I know how hard it is to feel empty and to escape it, thus we fill ourselves with trash and let others do it too. #yqbaba  #poetry  #yqtales  Follow more such quotes by Rohit Panjwani on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #longformpoetry  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #bestofyqpoetry 
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By @krashish485

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“POST - 68th”
A friendship doesn't need a religion to pure,
It just need a good heart and pure soul for each other,
A friendship also need 
LOYALTY,TRUST,CARE,LOVE,
FIGHT.
Everything to make the bond STRONG ,STRONGER and STRONGEST.
You just need to search with your pure heart and soul.
For everyone there is one best friend is always there for them...👫👬👭 Tag you best friend!!! #friendship #friendshipgoals #friendshipquotes #friendsforever #bestfriendsforever #bestofyqpoetry #besties #friendzone  #newpoet #newpoetry #frndship_goals #newfrnds😘 #lovefriends #mybestie❤ #mybestfriendforlife #yourquote #frndquotes #morningmotivation☀️ #morningmotivational #lovequotewriters
“POST - 68th” A friendship doesn't need a religion to pure, It just need a good heart and pure soul for each other, A friendship also need LOYALTY,TRUST,CARE,LOVE, FIGHT. Everything to make the bond STRONG ,STRONGER and STRONGEST. You just need to search with your pure heart and soul. For everyone there is one best friend is always there for them...👫👬👭 Tag you best friend!!! #friendship  #friendshipgoals  #friendshipquotes  #friendsforever  #bestfriendsforever  #bestofyqpoetry  #besties  #friendzone  #newpoet  #newpoetry  #frndship_goals  #newfrnds 😘 #lovefriends  #mybestie ❤ #mybestfriendforlife  #yourquote  #frndquotes  #morningmotivation ☀️ #morningmotivational  #lovequotewriters 
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Come let's find a home in the barren land,
A ceiling made of sky and a floor full of sand;

Beneath the tree, let's find our own 
escapade,
We save each other and become one true aid;

Singing songs on the rhythm of our breath,
We dance together, breaking shackles of life and death;

Laugh out your heart , cry out your eyes,
For I will be the fire and you be the ice;

Take me in your arms and put me to sleep,
For once I want to feel the world down there deep;

Come let's find a home in the barren land,
A ceiling made of sky and a floor full of sand;

#PhotoToPoem #YQbaba #AashkaKiKhwahish #yopowrimo 
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#bestofyqpoetry  #yourquotepoetry  Come let's find a home in the barren land, A ceiling made of sky and a floor full of sand; Beneath the tree, let's find our own escapade, We save each other and become one true aid; Singing songs on the rhythm of our breath, We dance together, breaking shackles of life and death; Laugh out your heart , cry out your eyes, For I will be the fire and you be the ice; Take me in your arms and put me to sleep, For once I want to feel the world down there deep; Come let's find a home in the barren land, A ceiling made of sky and a floor full of sand; #PhotoToPoem  #YQbaba  #AashkaKiKhwahish  #yopowrimo  P. C : La Vida : The Travel Cafe Follow more such quotes by Aashka Kotecha on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub  #rhyme 
I fell too deep
and broke my bones,
I heard the sound of promises
ricocheting across the chamber,
returning with echoes of an infamous past
I felt an old friend, march up my arm,
tear my ribs till he found his prey,
writhing it, one beat at a time.
Creepers sprouted from the
crevices of the glacial walls
adamant on my wrists and ankles,
twirling to the sounds of
Chopin' Funeral March.
My mouth hung low, quietly swallowed
the answers best served cold.
I saw the light, slowly flicked from my view
as I gazed up at her melancholic eyes.
He threw me a lasso and stretched out his hand,
his tear stained my bereft cheek.
Trampled beneath the debris of his sobs,
what ached was not the fall,
not the darkness, not the gnawing death.
But finding him at the edge,
and realising how he never fell for me.
–Pallavi Hota
I fell too deep and broke my bones, I heard the sound of promises ricocheting across the chamber, returning with echoes of an infamous past I felt an old friend, march up my arm, tear my ribs till he found his prey, writhing it, one beat at a time. Creepers sprouted from the crevices of the glacial walls adamant on my wrists and ankles, twirling to the sounds of Chopin' Funeral March. My mouth hung low, quietly swallowed the answers best served cold. I saw the light, slowly flicked from my view as I gazed up at her melancholic eyes. He threw me a lasso and stretched out his hand, his tear stained my bereft cheek. Trampled beneath the debris of his sobs, what ached was not the fall, not the darkness, not the gnawing death. But finding him at the edge, and realising how he never fell for me. –Pallavi Hota
World Poetry Day.
World Poetry Day.
I just wish to sow a few
seeds of my words.
Not much, but just enough so I can nourish them with the tears shed
while harvesting the hope, amidst the storms and thunders.
One word a day, in the plantation,
so the plants grow into trees, consuming light.
I wish to create a beautiful garden,
where a tired soul could
stop by under the shade of words
hanging on the trees of hope
to find some peace, and continue
the journey after a brief halt,
renewed with a fresh hope.
–Pallavi Hota

Image courtesy: @tripathyprerana
I just wish to sow a few seeds of my words. Not much, but just enough so I can nourish them with the tears shed while harvesting the hope, amidst the storms and thunders. One word a day, in the plantation, so the plants grow into trees, consuming light. I wish to create a beautiful garden, where a tired soul could stop by under the shade of words hanging on the trees of hope to find some peace, and continue the journey after a brief halt, renewed with a fresh hope. –Pallavi Hota Image courtesy: @tripathyprerana
Waving at the infinity of sky with cold and sweaty fingers when the sun would hide behind the neighbour's roof,
It seems like a captivating picturesque slideshow.
I used to see nature painted on canvas and thought these scenarios don't exist for real.
In cities wherever my sight could reach, there were obstructions made of bricks and boundaries.
I thought nature's beauty can be seen in animations made by some Windows software application. But it appears to be real, not virtual.
It's more captivating than the high definition wallpaper of your phone screen. I can feel its realness, as I can feel your hands clenching my cold palm. I feel the friction of our hands holding each others'. The soothing chill in my pores as the sweat beads evaporate in the air as we draw lines in the infinite board over our head. My skin gleams like hot copper in the last rays of the sun, with a smile that your presence gifts me.
And my messy hair falling over your face, with the action of the wind; and your failed attempts to keep them at one place,
These moments, cannot be captured, they can just be felt.
More than moments, they are memories filled with infinite feelings.
–Pallavi Hota
Waving at the infinity of sky with cold and sweaty fingers when the sun would hide behind the neighbour's roof, It seems like a captivating picturesque slideshow. I used to see nature painted on canvas and thought these scenarios don't exist for real. In cities wherever my sight could reach, there were obstructions made of bricks and boundaries. I thought nature's beauty can be seen in animations made by some Windows software application. But it appears to be real, not virtual. It's more captivating than the high definition wallpaper of your phone screen. I can feel its realness, as I can feel your hands clenching my cold palm. I feel the friction of our hands holding each others'. The soothing chill in my pores as the sweat beads evaporate in the air as we draw lines in the infinite board over our head. My skin gleams like hot copper in the last rays of the sun, with a smile that your presence gifts me. And my messy hair falling over your face, with the action of the wind; and your failed attempts to keep them at one place, These moments, cannot be captured, they can just be felt. More than moments, they are memories filled with infinite feelings. –Pallavi Hota
"A TREE OF STEEL"

Let's talk about it. This place and this picture.
The colours, aren't they amazingly attractive? And the Architecture, how about it?
Beautifully designed. But my concern is a lot more than just this well designed section of a metro station.
I am a nature lover. Maybe because I am living in the doon valley since years or maybe because I was born with it. But the fact is, it's in me. Forever.
I always fall for this lush green color but today it was kind of different. This is the first time I came to Delhi, all alone. I was about to meet my brother at Huda City Centre Metro Station when I saw this.
As usual, the green stole my attention but only to add in my fascination, my mind perceived this design as a tree. It was similar to a tree, had branches of steel and people were sitting under it. That's when I realized this is our future or even is the future of many people who live in metro cities like Delhi. The trees without leaves but with steel coloured in green. The trees without oxygen but with wifi.
The tree without roots and without fruits. The tree without life.
How we, as humans have developed this thing called adaptation in a total different manner that we designed tree like  structure with green on it. All I wonder is when we, as humans, will use our brains and understand that it's not about the green color and shade but about the tree and what it's made. - अditi

PC - Me
Location - Huda City Centre Metro Station

#yqbaba #tree #deforestation #photoquote #whatisee #nature 
#bestofyqpoetry #yopowrimo
"A TREE OF STEEL" Let's talk about it. This place and this picture. The colours, aren't they amazingly attractive? And the Architecture, how about it? Beautifully designed. But my concern is a lot more than just this well designed section of a metro station. I am a nature lover. Maybe because I am living in the doon valley since years or maybe because I was born with it. But the fact is, it's in me. Forever. I always fall for this lush green color but today it was kind of different. This is the first time I came to Delhi, all alone. I was about to meet my brother at Huda City Centre Metro Station when I saw this. As usual, the green stole my attention but only to add in my fascination, my mind perceived this design as a tree. It was similar to a tree, had branches of steel and people were sitting under it. That's when I realized this is our future or even is the future of many people who live in metro cities like Delhi. The trees without leaves but with steel coloured in green. The trees without oxygen but with wifi. The tree without roots and without fruits. The tree without life. How we, as humans have developed this thing called adaptation in a total different manner that we designed tree like structure with green on it. All I wonder is when we, as humans, will use our brains and understand that it's not about the green color and shade but about the tree and what it's made. - अditi PC - Me Location - Huda City Centre Metro Station #yqbaba  #tree  #deforestation  #photoquote  #whatisee  #nature  #bestofyqpoetry  #yopowrimo 
I listen to the thumping screams of my heart, when I accidentally see you at places where we exchanged those stolen glances, and half smiles; still smiling like an idiot, remembering the way you slowly used to hold my hand, whispering, "I missed you", and making it real quick, for people to not notice me blushing.
That moment it becomes hard for me to believe that you deceived me, after all your words that were warmly swathe in your eyes. I somehow console myself saying, "It's okay, I know when moments are new to your heart, they often appear like a fairytale, but reality check: I'm no Cinderella, and this isn't the story of my lost shoe."
I sometimes wish to go back in time when deep settled silences were heavy, and breath was slow, where I could imagine your bright eyes looking at me passionately; but no matter how much I envisage myself with you, you have broken my heart, and I still try to gather those broken pieces to settle down clutching the memories you have left behind, even if they pierce through my broken heart, making every inch of the stitches more withered.
After all, replaying the freshest memories before they fade away and become indiscernible haze, is better than burning the place where you live.
–Pallavi Hota
I listen to the thumping screams of my heart, when I accidentally see you at places where we exchanged those stolen glances, and half smiles; still smiling like an idiot, remembering the way you slowly used to hold my hand, whispering, "I missed you", and making it real quick, for people to not notice me blushing. That moment it becomes hard for me to believe that you deceived me, after all your words that were warmly swathe in your eyes. I somehow console myself saying, "It's okay, I know when moments are new to your heart, they often appear like a fairytale, but reality check: I'm no Cinderella, and this isn't the story of my lost shoe." I sometimes wish to go back in time when deep settled silences were heavy, and breath was slow, where I could imagine your bright eyes looking at me passionately; but no matter how much I envisage myself with you, you have broken my heart, and I still try to gather those broken pieces to settle down clutching the memories you have left behind, even if they pierce through my broken heart, making every inch of the stitches more withered. After all, replaying the freshest memories before they fade away and become indiscernible haze, is better than burning the place where you live. –Pallavi Hota
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बड़ी बेबस होती है जब रात ख़ामोशी से चीख़ती है "
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रात के अँधेरे में मुझसे जब कुछ टकराया था
भद्दी बदबू इक मेरे नथुनों में जब मैंने पाया था

कुछ चीख़ने को हलक़ मेरा बड़ा ही बेताब था
पर शायद ज्यादा ताकतवर वो फौलादी हाथ था

तड़फड़ाती सी ज़िस्म के उस खोखले पिंजरे को
उस रोज़ किसी ने अपना माक़ूल हवस बनाया था

इक साया डोल रहा था मिट्टी की दहलीज़ पर
शिकार जैसे अपने शिकारी के चंगुल में आया था

तफ़सील से जो रात गहरी ना हुयी थी उस रात
मुद्दत की जख़्म वाले अहसास को तब जगाया था

बेबस सा आज तक है नासूर वो बिल्कुल हरा सा
उस रात रूह के कमरे में जिसे वो क़ैद कर आया था

हाँ कुछ बेहद गहरे हर इक क़तरे तक चीर गया था
चोट भी ना दिखी कभी ऐसे निशान छोड़ आया था

जिससे रूह फ़ना हुयी थी अस्मत की बेबस रात में
अल सुबह हाथ उसका मोहब्बत से माथे पर पाया था

चीख़ उठी कुछ ख़ामोशी मेरी ,बगावत कर उठी तहज़ीब
" उठ जा ना मेरी बच्ची " कहकर जब उसने जगाया था

Minakshi
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#yqbaba #yqdidi #rape #child #MM.  #victim #family #fear #poem #hindipoetry #hindipoem #hindikavita #longpotery 
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Tag us in your long form poetry posts. We will #Repost  the best ones!❤ @minakshi_k_mishra writes on #dard  " जब घर की दीवारों से घर की नींव कांपती है बड़ी बेबस होती है जब रात ख़ामोशी से चीख़ती है " _________________________________________ रात के अँधेरे में मुझसे जब कुछ टकराया था भद्दी बदबू इक मेरे नथुनों में जब मैंने पाया था कुछ चीख़ने को हलक़ मेरा बड़ा ही बेताब था पर शायद ज्यादा ताकतवर वो फौलादी हाथ था तड़फड़ाती सी ज़िस्म के उस खोखले पिंजरे को उस रोज़ किसी ने अपना माक़ूल हवस बनाया था इक साया डोल रहा था मिट्टी की दहलीज़ पर शिकार जैसे अपने शिकारी के चंगुल में आया था तफ़सील से जो रात गहरी ना हुयी थी उस रात मुद्दत की जख़्म वाले अहसास को तब जगाया था बेबस सा आज तक है नासूर वो बिल्कुल हरा सा उस रात रूह के कमरे में जिसे वो क़ैद कर आया था हाँ कुछ बेहद गहरे हर इक क़तरे तक चीर गया था चोट भी ना दिखी कभी ऐसे निशान छोड़ आया था जिससे रूह फ़ना हुयी थी अस्मत की बेबस रात में अल सुबह हाथ उसका मोहब्बत से माथे पर पाया था चीख़ उठी कुछ ख़ामोशी मेरी ,बगावत कर उठी तहज़ीब " उठ जा ना मेरी बच्ची " कहकर जब उसने जगाया था Minakshi _________________________________________ #yqbaba  #yqdidi  #rape  #child  #MM . #victim  #family  #fear  #poem  #hindipoetry  #hindipoem  #hindikavita  #longpotery  Dard Follow my writings on https://www.yourquote.in/minakshi #yourquote  #bestofyqpoetry  @yourquoteapp ・・・ (@get_repost)
Every person is a book and they all have stories. Some people are books with love stories. They are stories of two people who fall in love with each other. Those are good books, the kinds that get bought, and are loved and shared. The ones which bring peace.
There are people on the other side too, the ones who can be called sad stories. What about them? The ones with a one sided love story, those who love someone who will never love them back? What happens to them? Well, they have a story, a true love story. It's a story about sadness, anger, betrayal, abandonment, pain, and depression.
Not every love story has people who reciprocate the same love, some are only felt by one while the another has no clue about it. The feelings can't be displayed in front of the person with the fear of either losing the person forever, or changing the definition of their relationship, from being 'friends' to 'known strangers.'
These fears of losing the loved one, are the fears that destroy a person the most. When you know they won't love you back, but you still love them with all your heart; it kills you from inside. There's always a hope, even when you know that the miracle is not going to take place. You start being loyal, a good person to them, you come to a place where you can't hurt them at all. And if you see them hurt, you can do anything to make them smile, you can even hurt yourself. Yes, you bring yourself to that urge. But, it can't be helped, because, 'it's real and you can't walk off.'
You just can't, because of all the experiences you've had, have taught you that the one who leaves, the one who quits, never really returns. And somehow you don't want to be that person in this most defeaning case.
There are times when you feel drenched with untimely floods of guilt and regret of not expressing what you must have, but then, life pats on your back, asking you for another chance to stay with you; inside you. You control your emotions, and don't let them sink for another life, when things start turning faces against you. The person whom you once loved more than your own life, rather making them yours, life changes direction. (continued in comments)
Every person is a book and they all have stories. Some people are books with love stories. They are stories of two people who fall in love with each other. Those are good books, the kinds that get bought, and are loved and shared. The ones which bring peace. There are people on the other side too, the ones who can be called sad stories. What about them? The ones with a one sided love story, those who love someone who will never love them back? What happens to them? Well, they have a story, a true love story. It's a story about sadness, anger, betrayal, abandonment, pain, and depression. Not every love story has people who reciprocate the same love, some are only felt by one while the another has no clue about it. The feelings can't be displayed in front of the person with the fear of either losing the person forever, or changing the definition of their relationship, from being 'friends' to 'known strangers.' These fears of losing the loved one, are the fears that destroy a person the most. When you know they won't love you back, but you still love them with all your heart; it kills you from inside. There's always a hope, even when you know that the miracle is not going to take place. You start being loyal, a good person to them, you come to a place where you can't hurt them at all. And if you see them hurt, you can do anything to make them smile, you can even hurt yourself. Yes, you bring yourself to that urge. But, it can't be helped, because, 'it's real and you can't walk off.' You just can't, because of all the experiences you've had, have taught you that the one who leaves, the one who quits, never really returns. And somehow you don't want to be that person in this most defeaning case. There are times when you feel drenched with untimely floods of guilt and regret of not expressing what you must have, but then, life pats on your back, asking you for another chance to stay with you; inside you. You control your emotions, and don't let them sink for another life, when things start turning faces against you. The person whom you once loved more than your own life, rather making them yours, life changes direction. (continued in comments)
Aye! Adieu! Greeted they,
none in amid; said any.
While every step left afar,
mind begone without any.
Begone it, into wilderness,
tranquilling the thirst-
for world left it deserted,
in the lands of words.
Like a moon placed,
on the night of no moon-
thou tend to recreate me,
to the autumn's drooping bloom.
Consist my spirit wholly,
like a symphysy of orbs, a two-
brighten into a neutron star,
or cave into black hole, anew.
But still somehow,"Oh! Words" you seek,
seek my mind for memory,
and collage yourself candid, like-
once recited poetry.

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Aye! Adieu! Greeted they, none in amid; said any. While every step left afar, mind begone without any. Begone it, into wilderness, tranquilling the thirst- for world left it deserted, in the lands of words. Like a moon placed, on the night of no moon- thou tend to recreate me, to the autumn's drooping bloom. Consist my spirit wholly, like a symphysy of orbs, a two- brighten into a neutron star, or cave into black hole, anew. But still somehow,"Oh! Words" you seek, seek my mind for memory, and collage yourself candid, like- once recited poetry. #yatales  #bestofyqpoetry  #yqbaba  #yqpoetry  #yqwriters  #loneliness  Follow my writings on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
Ever since I've been a teen I've been horribly self conscious of my figure. I would put myself down over having a thin torso and no mass compared to other women in media. I'd think that once I hit puberty I would somehow suddenly get super curvy and all of it would be fixed. But I've realised that that's not going to happen like a miracle, and that's completely fine. It's not a bad thing at all, I don't want to change this anymore. I am comfortable in my own skin, and my confidence should be sexier than my body.
The important thing is that bodies will always look different from different angles. Don't let bad photos make you hate your body, because everyone has these bad photos, most people just don't show them. 
Tummies are designed to have fat on them, and some are deposited with lesser fat, it's there to protect your internal organs, never let a big tummy upset you or a flat one make your thoughts ugly. They are changing and that's completely normal.
I don't think there is anything wrong with people body shaming me as skinny anymore, it's my body, and I love this body and thank it for functioning and keeping me alive. 
I feel sometimes we as humans get too caught up in looking good when we should be happy that we have a body that is capable of doing so much. Instead of hating that your body looks a certain way, thank it for functioning and keeping you alive. You only have one body, it's much harder going through life hating it rather than appreciating it for all the incredible things it does. 
Your body does not define your worth as a person. You look absolutely amazing the way you are, from all angles, at all times of the day. –"We need to believe in our body. We need to love it just enough. I now love my body. Do you?" #bodypositive

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Ever since I've been a teen I've been horribly self conscious of my figure. I would put myself down over having a thin torso and no mass compared to other women in media. I'd think that once I hit puberty I would somehow suddenly get super curvy and all of it would be fixed. But I've realised that that's not going to happen like a miracle, and that's completely fine. It's not a bad thing at all, I don't want to change this anymore. I am comfortable in my own skin, and my confidence should be sexier than my body. The important thing is that bodies will always look different from different angles. Don't let bad photos make you hate your body, because everyone has these bad photos, most people just don't show them. Tummies are designed to have fat on them, and some are deposited with lesser fat, it's there to protect your internal organs, never let a big tummy upset you or a flat one make your thoughts ugly. They are changing and that's completely normal. I don't think there is anything wrong with people body shaming me as skinny anymore, it's my body, and I love this body and thank it for functioning and keeping me alive. I feel sometimes we as humans get too caught up in looking good when we should be happy that we have a body that is capable of doing so much. Instead of hating that your body looks a certain way, thank it for functioning and keeping you alive. You only have one body, it's much harder going through life hating it rather than appreciating it for all the incredible things it does. Your body does not define your worth as a person. You look absolutely amazing the way you are, from all angles, at all times of the day. –"We need to believe in our body. We need to love it just enough. I now love my body. Do you?" #bodypositive  Thanks for tagging me in the Body Positivity Challenge @soulful_scribblings
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
Have you ever read something that killed you from inside? Like a text message or someone's status. Everything was going fine until that second, when you accidentally came across something you didn't want to read, or found out something you were better off, not knowing. It's almost as if it was posted just purposely to hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks, how one little thing can ruin your whole day.
Everyday it gets harder, like you are surviving a nightmare progressing on. Everyday is another prayer echoing from your bones for all of it to end. Everyday you close up more. Everyday it gets more impossible. Everyday you see yourself die some more. Everyday you lay in your bed wondering how you will leave this hell. You must have never felt so much pain.
Trust me, I know how it feels. I know you wait for yourself to fall asleep before you fall apart. I know you cry in the bathroom just so that no one hears you. I know you are running out of patience, and you want everything to end. I know exactly how it feels like.
Can you remember how you started this? Can you remember who you were? Can you see the difference? Can't you see how far you've come? You should know that your heart will get broken, you should be sure of it, and I surely know you will survive it too, like you've survived till now. I know you aren't real, you are just what people wanted you to be. I know you can't remember what type of a person you were before everyone in this world told you who you should be. But, oneday, you will come out as the best, you could ever be, I promise.

Pallavi Hota©
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be? Have you ever read something that killed you from inside? Like a text message or someone's status. Everything was going fine until that second, when you accidentally came across something you didn't want to read, or found out something you were better off, not knowing. It's almost as if it was posted just purposely to hurt you. But you constantly read it over and over again to torture yourself. It sucks, how one little thing can ruin your whole day. Everyday it gets harder, like you are surviving a nightmare progressing on. Everyday is another prayer echoing from your bones for all of it to end. Everyday you close up more. Everyday it gets more impossible. Everyday you see yourself die some more. Everyday you lay in your bed wondering how you will leave this hell. You must have never felt so much pain. Trust me, I know how it feels. I know you wait for yourself to fall asleep before you fall apart. I know you cry in the bathroom just so that no one hears you. I know you are running out of patience, and you want everything to end. I know exactly how it feels like. Can you remember how you started this? Can you remember who you were? Can you see the difference? Can't you see how far you've come? You should know that your heart will get broken, you should be sure of it, and I surely know you will survive it too, like you've survived till now. I know you aren't real, you are just what people wanted you to be. I know you can't remember what type of a person you were before everyone in this world told you who you should be. But, oneday, you will come out as the best, you could ever be, I promise. Pallavi Hota©
Maybe the most courageous thing I have ever done,
is to be vulnerable at 3 A.M. and
let people know that they have hurt me,
Hurt me to the extent where my pain is irreversible,
But the wounds that would heal and become scars,
won't be mere scars, but stories of my memoir.
I was told to be invincible,
Perhaps, the only bystander that intervened was time, that made me vulnerably invincible,
Invincible enough to accept that not everyone is going to reciprocate the same love,
To accept that there will be a time when they
might have to leave,
To accept that not everyone will listen to me, all the time,
To accept that I am my own confidant,
To accept that I cry, and that doesn't make me weak,
To accept that I feel,
To accept that I care,
Care enough to be brave, and not run away.

Pallavi Hota©
Maybe the most courageous thing I have ever done, is to be vulnerable at 3 A.M. and let people know that they have hurt me, Hurt me to the extent where my pain is irreversible, But the wounds that would heal and become scars, won't be mere scars, but stories of my memoir. I was told to be invincible, Perhaps, the only bystander that intervened was time, that made me vulnerably invincible, Invincible enough to accept that not everyone is going to reciprocate the same love, To accept that there will be a time when they might have to leave, To accept that not everyone will listen to me, all the time, To accept that I am my own confidant, To accept that I cry, and that doesn't make me weak, To accept that I feel, To accept that I care, Care enough to be brave, and not run away. Pallavi Hota©
Winters are to set,
But springs yet to bloom,
The hands reach to read autumns-
Adorning the dead streets-
The leaves were crackling out of doom;
Down to our feets under.

I clinged to his finger,
Munched my steps,
He asked his fixed question-
"What's dense,
Cotton or iron of each a kg?"
"Both are Baba" asserted I,
To his often so usual bet,
"This is done; ask anew"
And a new ended our street.

Again the pages turned,
Now with the seasons along,
With the streets too,
Somewhere behind the clock I realize-
I'd been bothering you.
I'd cribbed over mere wants,
Sufficed whilst ached were thou.
"Sorry, I plead, you hear?
None I pray anew..." Again the pages turned,
Turned out of my will,
Now for me to season it,
Though I ascribed all universe; Grandpa,
Only tears could smear onto it... #grandpa #yqbaba #yqtales #yqdiary  #yqwriters #yq #bestofyqpoetry 
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Winters are to set, But springs yet to bloom, The hands reach to read autumns- Adorning the dead streets- The leaves were crackling out of doom; Down to our feets under. I clinged to his finger, Munched my steps, He asked his fixed question- "What's dense, Cotton or iron of each a kg?" "Both are Baba" asserted I, To his often so usual bet, "This is done; ask anew" And a new ended our street. Again the pages turned, Now with the seasons along, With the streets too, Somewhere behind the clock I realize- I'd been bothering you. I'd cribbed over mere wants, Sufficed whilst ached were thou. "Sorry, I plead, you hear? None I pray anew..." Again the pages turned, Turned out of my will, Now for me to season it, Though I ascribed all universe; Grandpa, Only tears could smear onto it... #grandpa  #yqbaba  #yqtales  #yqdiary  #yqwriters  #yq  #bestofyqpoetry  Follow my writings on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
I hope one day you will understand,
The decisions that I made,
I too, hate to leave like this,
But this is called fate.

The words and worlds are planning,
To rip me apart into pieces,
My actions are just defense,
And the force over me increases.

I hope one day you will understand,
That I too have bled too much,
And my life is drained of it,
And now I don't even feel a touch.

I too have left the same future,
Into the hands of you, my dear friend,
And maybe, just maybe when we see each other,
We may smile together, before we end.

A mere flash, a glimpse of your happiness,
Makes me take the most wondrous paths,
I feel, I am the king of the world,
And the power to face the toughest bloodbaths.

The battles of life are never easy for us,
And some battlestations are best left unmanned,
You are the strongest force in this world,
I hope that one day, you will understand. 
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I hope one day you will understand, The decisions that I made, I too, hate to leave like this, But this is called fate. The words and worlds are planning, To rip me apart into pieces, My actions are just defense, And the force over me increases. I hope one day you will understand, That I too have bled too much, And my life is drained of it, And now I don't even feel a touch. I too have left the same future, Into the hands of you, my dear friend, And maybe, just maybe when we see each other, We may smile together, before we end. A mere flash, a glimpse of your happiness, Makes me take the most wondrous paths, I feel, I am the king of the world, And the power to face the toughest bloodbaths. The battles of life are never easy for us, And some battlestations are best left unmanned, You are the strongest force in this world, I hope that one day, you will understand. #blue  #yqbaba  #yourquote  #yopowrimo  #bestofyqpoetry  #tooblue  Follow my writings on @yourquoteapp #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
Feeling low?
Here have this poem.
It should have an effect instantly. If it doesnt, please comment below, or dm me.
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This is the right time post again this quote on this day. Happy birthday Super Hero Hrithik Roshan #hrithikroshan
#proud #superhero

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This is the right time post again this quote on this day. Happy birthday Super Hero Hrithik Roshan #hrithikroshan  #proud  #superhero  #Repost  @buzybee_writings (@get_repost) ・・・ #buzybeewritings  #dearsuperherokid  #yqbaba  #yopowrimo  #bestofyqpoetry  PC : Net Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 😊
*A letter from Sunset to Sunrise*
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I wish I could meet you someday, 
early morning over a warm cup of tea
Just one old man, 
Wanting to ask a young boy like you, 
What exactly does it feel to be you? 
I was once there, but now memory has dimmed. 
How beautiful are the sunflowers, can you tell me please?! I would have asked 
to throw some light
in my garden
so I can watch kids play
By the time I arrive, it's usually time for them to go home. 
I would have told you to warm my bones. 
Then take me to a phone. 
Would have made a call to the west, 
and told them I shall be late. 'I am with Sunrise, it's an unsual date'
But that ain't going to happen. 
Cuddling in blankets I can only dream, 
of warm breakfast tea, with just you and me. °
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I wish I could meet you someday. 
When all work is done, over some cookies and cool lemonade. 
Just one tired young man
Wanting to ask
A wise old man like you
What exactly does it feel to be you? 
I will be there too one day, 
but patience is something I barely know. 
How beautiful are the fireflies tell me please?! I would have asked 
to give me some shade
in my garden so I can catch some sleep. 
By the time I arrive, the kids start to play; 
keeping me awake all day. 
I would have told you hide me in your darkness. 
Then took you to a phone
asked you to make a call to the east
and tell them I shall be late for work 'I am with sunset, do not disturb.' But that ain't going to happen. 
Sweating in heat, I can only dream,
of cookies and cool lemonade, with just you and me. °
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- Mehak Mirza Prabhu  @YourQuote.in #yourquote #quote #stories #qotd #quoteoftheday #wordporn #quotestagram #wordswag #wordsofwisdom #inspirationalquotes #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #instawriters #writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersofindia #igwriters #igwritersclub #bestofyqpoetry
*A letter from Sunset to Sunrise* ~ I wish I could meet you someday, early morning over a warm cup of tea Just one old man,  Wanting to ask a young boy like you, What exactly does it feel to be you? I was once there, but now memory has dimmed. How beautiful are the sunflowers, can you tell me please?! I would have asked  to throw some light in my garden so I can watch kids play By the time I arrive, it's usually time for them to go home. I would have told you to warm my bones. Then take me to a phone. Would have made a call to the west, and told them I shall be late. 'I am with Sunrise, it's an unsual date' But that ain't going to happen. Cuddling in blankets I can only dream, of warm breakfast tea, with just you and me. ° ° ° * A letter from Sunrise to Sunset* ~ I wish I could meet you someday. When all work is done, over some cookies and cool lemonade. Just one tired young man Wanting to ask A wise old man like you What exactly does it feel to be you? I will be there too one day, but patience is something I barely know. How beautiful are the fireflies tell me please?! I would have asked to give me some shade in my garden so I can catch some sleep. By the time I arrive, the kids start to play; keeping me awake all day. I would have told you hide me in your darkness. Then took you to a phone asked you to make a call to the east and tell them I shall be late for work 'I am with sunset, do not disturb.' But that ain't going to happen. Sweating in heat, I can only dream, of cookies and cool lemonade, with just you and me. ° ° ° - Mehak Mirza Prabhu @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub  #bestofyqpoetry 
Our spirits. The will. The passion.

Everything we own is fickle. It's there and it's not. It could be yours and it's not.

Why Am I scared of leaving sonething when I know it will be lost one day?

Why am I willing to deep dive in a shallow river just to prove myself wrong?
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Our spirits. The will. The passion. Everything we own is fickle. It's there and it's not. It could be yours and it's not. Why Am I scared of leaving sonething when I know it will be lost one day? Why am I willing to deep dive in a shallow river just to prove myself wrong? . . . . . . . #dustypoetsays  #writersnetwork  #readwriteunite  #mirakeechallenge  #mirakee  #dailypoem  #shortpoem  #globalwordsmiths  #bestofyqpoetry  @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld @mirakee @writersnetwork @globalwordsmiths Follow @dusty_poet on @mirakeeapp #mirakee  #poems  #poetry  #writersnetwork  #quotes  #quote  #writersofinstagram  #stories  #ttt  #quoteoftheday  #writersofig  #writersofmirakee  #wordporn  #writing  #writer 
When I sleep , I can't sleep
When I weep , I can't weep
There is a bondation in my mind
Because of some people ,who r very kind
I close my eyes
& in dream become so wise
But also in the dream , I 'm not free
I m sitting under problem's tree
I looked up there is a dark sky
I don't know where I am & why
All things are black
It seems me a dark back
& then a breeze touches my ears
It makes me comfortable & driven out by fear
There is a princess with a light stick
Perhap it would be the magic stick
.I ran towards her
& she ran towards the darkness
I ran towards her
& I see the lightness
I don't know where the princess came from?
I cry in the dream mourn
When I open the eyes ,I see the world dark
Everything is black & the evil bark
AM I THE PRINCE ??? - Iqbal Ashraf

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When I sleep , I can't sleep When I weep , I can't weep There is a bondation in my mind Because of some people ,who r very kind I close my eyes & in dream become so wise But also in the dream , I 'm not free I m sitting under problem's tree I looked up there is a dark sky I don't know where I am & why All things are black It seems me a dark back & then a breeze touches my ears It makes me comfortable & driven out by fear There is a princess with a light stick Perhap it would be the magic stick .I ran towards her & she ran towards the darkness I ran towards her & I see the lightness I don't know where the princess came from? I cry in the dream mourn When I open the eyes ,I see the world dark Everything is black & the evil bark AM I THE PRINCE ??? - Iqbal Ashraf #thedarkknight  #englishpoetry  #bestofyqpoetry  #iqbalashraf  #heathledger  #rooheadab  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
In my life,I'm at the stage,
Where i can't trust anyone,
Look our shadow ,
Is also depend on the sun,
All the love,
You've showered on me,in a flow,
You pretend to be a friend,
But you are a flattering foe,
All those good words,
You've said in front of me,
You act to be strong,
But i know, you a flea,
We've grown up together,
We've shared the food too,
All those bad news,
I heard 'bout you,
First,I think its a rumour,
But they all are true,
Each word you said to me,
Is just like, A box of strawberries,
You've left me alone,
In the city full of enemies,
I always think,
You're like a good memory,
Neither too near,
Nor too far from me,
It's a bitter truth,
That The fact I read,
That,
The friend in need,
Is the friend indeed. - iQbal Ashraf 
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In my life,I'm at the stage, Where i can't trust anyone, Look our shadow , Is also depend on the sun, All the love, You've showered on me,in a flow, You pretend to be a friend, But you are a flattering foe, All those good words, You've said in front of me, You act to be strong, But i know, you a flea, We've grown up together, We've shared the food too, All those bad news, I heard 'bout you, First,I think its a rumour, But they all are true, Each word you said to me, Is just like, A box of strawberries, You've left me alone, In the city full of enemies, I always think, You're like a good memory, Neither too near, Nor too far from me, It's a bitter truth, That The fact I read, That, The friend in need, Is the friend indeed. - iQbal Ashraf #englishpoetry  #bestofyqpoetry  #mirror  #lifequotes  #iqbalashraf  #rooheadab  #samswrites  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
A long time ago, I used to write,
But then, I quit, 
Because,  I think,
 there's nothing left to write,
But, whenever I tried to sleep,
My words mumbled in my ears,
They says , "Write, Iqbal, wake up ,write ,
No matter what, but write "
But I ignored them,
& enjoyed my loneliness, 
I wakeup everyday, & get busy in a beautiful mess,
But there's someone or something,  I miss,
I need them , very badly,
But I don't know , what ?
It takes me a long time to understand, 
That, I'm incomplete without my words, 
And, I realized,  what they were saying,
I used to write for myself, 
But now it's time to write for others,
To inspire them, to aspire them,
& push a step closer to their dreams,
So, now, I don't write for myself,
I write for you, I write for others! - Iqbal Ashraf

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A long time ago, I used to write, But then, I quit, Because, I think, there's nothing left to write, But, whenever I tried to sleep, My words mumbled in my ears, They says , "Write, Iqbal, wake up ,write , No matter what, but write " But I ignored them, & enjoyed my loneliness, I wakeup everyday, & get busy in a beautiful mess, But there's someone or something, I miss, I need them , very badly, But I don't know , what ? It takes me a long time to understand, That, I'm incomplete without my words, And, I realized, what they were saying, I used to write for myself, But now it's time to write for others, To inspire them, to aspire them, & push a step closer to their dreams, So, now, I don't write for myself, I write for you, I write for others! - Iqbal Ashraf #whyiwrite  #bestofyqpoetry  #iqbalashraf  #rooheadab  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
Mehki mehki fiza
Mehka mehka  chaman
Khushnuma hai  ye dil
 Nazar jo aayi gulbadan

Chup raha main par ye sabse kehta gaya
Bayan-e- Husn main tera hi karta gaya
Kahan thi tum aye Dilkasho.n dilnashee.n
Aankhen nam kar khuda se ye main kehta gaya

Shauqe Dil hai tujh me hi jeene Ko
Nazar se hi teri Ye Jam peene ko
Kahan dhoondun,kahan paaun main
Talaash-e-sukoon jo hai mere safeene ko

Chalo aao naino ke baan tum chala hi to do
Dil me lagi aag ko tum hawa hi to do
Kyun main chup-chup
Aakhir kyun main sehma rahun
Aap ko iss dil ki manzil banane to do

Mukhtasar is zindagi ka maza tum to lo
Muqaddas Muhabbat ko dil me basa tum to lo
Kyun dil mein khauff tumhe iss zamane ka ho
Apne khwabon ki taabeer Ko apna bana hi to lo

Dekha tum ko jo yun main dekhta reh gaya
Afreen Afreen sirf main kehta gaya
- Iqbal Ashraf

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Mehki mehki fiza Mehka mehka chaman Khushnuma hai ye dil Nazar jo aayi gulbadan Chup raha main par ye sabse kehta gaya Bayan-e- Husn main tera hi karta gaya Kahan thi tum aye Dilkasho.n dilnashee.n Aankhen nam kar khuda se ye main kehta gaya Shauqe Dil hai tujh me hi jeene Ko Nazar se hi teri Ye Jam peene ko Kahan dhoondun,kahan paaun main Talaash-e-sukoon jo hai mere safeene ko Chalo aao naino ke baan tum chala hi to do Dil me lagi aag ko tum hawa hi to do Kyun main chup-chup Aakhir kyun main sehma rahun Aap ko iss dil ki manzil banane to do Mukhtasar is zindagi ka maza tum to lo Muqaddas Muhabbat ko dil me basa tum to lo Kyun dil mein khauff tumhe iss zamane ka ho Apne khwabon ki taabeer Ko apna bana hi to lo Dekha tum ko jo yun main dekhta reh gaya Afreen Afreen sirf main kehta gaya - Iqbal Ashraf #urdupoetry  #bestofyqpoetry  #urdushayari  #rooheadab  #iqbalashraf  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
Kya noorani hai surat,
Kya khushbhu hai badan ki,
Koi kali ho jaise,
Khwaab-e-chaman ki,

Wo ithlati-balkhati,
Naazon se pali-badi,
Koi pari ho jaise,
Mere dil-o-zehen ki,

Mere khaabon ki tabeer ho,
Ho aawaaz mere mann ki,
Wo fizaaon si muhaajir hai,
Na iss watan ki, na uss watan ki!

Jise soch kar apna,
Ho jaye khud par ghuroor,
Jaise roshni ho,
Subeh Kiran ki,
Jise paane jaun to ,
ho jaun gardishon se door,
Koi raah ho jaise,
Raah-e-Aman ki.

Bin uske , kuch dekh na paun main,
Roshni ho jaise wo mere nayan ki,
Jise dekhun to mile dil ko sukoon-E-ilahi,
Koi kitaab ho jaise 'iqbal'-e-sukhan ki.

Iqbal Ashraf

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Kya noorani hai surat, Kya khushbhu hai badan ki, Koi kali ho jaise, Khwaab-e-chaman ki, Wo ithlati-balkhati, Naazon se pali-badi, Koi pari ho jaise, Mere dil-o-zehen ki, Mere khaabon ki tabeer ho, Ho aawaaz mere mann ki, Wo fizaaon si muhaajir hai, Na iss watan ki, na uss watan ki! Jise soch kar apna, Ho jaye khud par ghuroor, Jaise roshni ho, Subeh Kiran ki, Jise paane jaun to , ho jaun gardishon se door, Koi raah ho jaise, Raah-e-Aman ki. Bin uske , kuch dekh na paun main, Roshni ho jaise wo mere nayan ki, Jise dekhun to mile dil ko sukoon-E-ilahi, Koi kitaab ho jaise 'iqbal'-e-sukhan ki. Iqbal Ashraf #bestoftheday  #bestofyqpoetry  #urdushayari  #noor  #iqbalashraf  #rooheadab  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
I saw a woman in my dreams, last night.
And thought, myself she really loves, 
All dressed in black, she was, 
Except for her lily white gloves. 
She neared to me with a smile, 
And our kiss was full of fire, 
Red flames erupted beneath us, 
And we were touched by the God of desire. 
And then suddenly, she disappeared,
My hands flailed in the air. 
Was it my lust or love, 
Which suddenly made me care?

And then I saw her glove, 
On the ground, in front of me, 
Was she an illusion or a charm, 
Or a piece of reality? 
So what if she was a dream, 
For me, she had true love, 
And, that is why, before she left, 
She gave me her lily white glove.

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I saw a woman in my dreams, last night. And thought, myself she really loves, All dressed in black, she was, Except for her lily white gloves. She neared to me with a smile, And our kiss was full of fire, Red flames erupted beneath us, And we were touched by the God of desire. And then suddenly, she disappeared, My hands flailed in the air. Was it my lust or love, Which suddenly made me care? And then I saw her glove, On the ground, in front of me, Was she an illusion or a charm, Or a piece of reality? So what if she was a dream, For me, she had true love, And, that is why, before she left, She gave me her lily white glove. #dreamstory  #yearandnow  #yourquote  #yqbaba  #yopowrimo  #bestofyqpoetry  Follow my writings on @YourQuote.in #yourquote  #quote  #stories  #qotd  #quoteoftheday  #wordporn  #quotestagram  #wordswag  #wordsofwisdom  #inspirationalquotes  #writeaway  #thoughts  #poetry  #instawriters  #writersofinstagram  #writersofig  #writersofindia  #igwriters  #igwritersclub 
You ask me, "Are you fine?" I say "Yes, I am fine" 
But what stays unsaid between us, is this. 
Yes, I am fine. 
As fine as the thinest pasta sheet that feels the pressure of being perfect, extending and oppressed under the rolling pin; no choice to break, no option to crack, just go with the flow. Fermented over time, to become tough, has transformed itself from just water and dough.

As fine as doctor’s needle that innocently pricks, to get just few drops of blood, to make you well. Ironically in how many days you may die, also lies on its tiny shoulders to tell.

As fine as the sand that sieves through the gaps of your fingers, as you simply let it flow. As in silently screams 'Don't let me go!
Don't let me go!
Don't let me go!' As fine as the thin silk thread that is delicate and pretty yet strong; so strong that it is sewed and pulled and cut and knotted, without any compassion. It won’t break but it feels the pain, pain that then becomes the new fashion.

As fine as the strings of water of a waterfall, frozen mid way, looking mesmersing to the eyes unaware of its stalled suicidal plans.

As fine as the delicate, beautiful, colourful wings of a butterfly, that can disintegrate under the softest touch of tiniest hands.

As fine as the ray of light at the end of a tunnel, when that end is way too away. 
As fine as the line between optimism and denial; “I am fine” they both may say.

As fine as the cracks in the mountain rock.
Growing wider as we talk.

As fine as this strand of long blonde hair, that made way to our bed while I wasn't there.

You ask me "Are you fine?" while I hold this hair that pricks my heart?
So fine and so soft, yet lethal enough to break us apart?

well,

this ain't the first, this ain't new
and now I have lost the will to fight for you. 
So;
"YES, I AM FINE. THANK YOU" °
°
°
-Mehak Mirza Prabhu 
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You ask me, "Are you fine?" I say "Yes, I am fine" But what stays unsaid between us, is this. Yes, I am fine. As fine as the thinest pasta sheet that feels the pressure of being perfect, extending and oppressed under the rolling pin; no choice to break, no option to crack, just go with the flow. Fermented over time, to become tough, has transformed itself from just water and dough. As fine as doctor’s needle that innocently pricks, to get just few drops of blood, to make you well. Ironically in how many days you may die, also lies on its tiny shoulders to tell. As fine as the sand that sieves through the gaps of your fingers, as you simply let it flow. As in silently screams 'Don't let me go! Don't let me go! Don't let me go!' As fine as the thin silk thread that is delicate and pretty yet strong; so strong that it is sewed and pulled and cut and knotted, without any compassion. It won’t break but it feels the pain, pain that then becomes the new fashion. As fine as the strings of water of a waterfall, frozen mid way, looking mesmersing to the eyes unaware of its stalled suicidal plans. As fine as the delicate, beautiful, colourful wings of a butterfly, that can disintegrate under the softest touch of tiniest hands. As fine as the ray of light at the end of a tunnel, when that end is way too away. As fine as the line between optimism and denial; “I am fine” they both may say. As fine as the cracks in the mountain rock. Growing wider as we talk. As fine as this strand of long blonde hair, that made way to our bed while I wasn't there. You ask me "Are you fine?" while I hold this hair that pricks my heart? So fine and so soft, yet lethal enough to break us apart? well, this ain't the first, this ain't new and now I have lost the will to fight for you. So; "YES, I AM FINE. THANK YOU" ° ° ° -Mehak Mirza Prabhu #love  #life  #heart  #yqbaba  #poetry  #bestofyqpoetry 
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We met  we fought 
Unknown with the fact that 
We were equally wet ;
With love ! With separation !

Was it over there?
Was the ending sad?
Not at all !
We made it clear.

Sown the seed of friendship together .
We became friends forever .
Her truthful eyes could gaze my sighs 
Thus became our belongingness

Now , we are thoughtmates ;
What she dreams , I dreamt it once
What I dreamt , She dreamt it once

That's how we got close 
unknowingly ... unexpectedly ..
" She is my ex ' s love "
Was  fate " she is my long distance bestie "
Isn't it great?

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We met we fought Unknown with the fact that We were equally wet ; With love ! With separation ! Was it over there? Was the ending sad? Not at all ! We made it clear. Sown the seed of friendship together . We became friends forever . Her truthful eyes could gaze my sighs Thus became our belongingness Now , we are thoughtmates ; What she dreams , I dreamt it once What I dreamt , She dreamt it once That's how we got close unknowingly ... unexpectedly .. " She is my ex ' s love " Was fate " she is my long distance bestie " Isn't it great? #ex  #love  #bestfriend  #longdistance  #unexpectedfriendship  #bestofyqpoetry  Best of YourQuote Poetry YourQuote Baba Penman Diary #tmpd  @penman_diary @yourquotepoetry @your.quote._ @yourquoteapp #soulfulwordings  #wordschime  @soulful_wordings #mybestie  #unexpected