Zindagi b ek imtehaan hai..
Yaa toh paar karlo.. yaa use paar hone dedo..
- Balraj Rachandani
He tore her soul,
Piece by piece,
With a great admiration to his work,
It's the flaws in her,
They need to be it perfecting her.
Sometimes she resisted,
Sometimes she tried to understand him,
And sometimes she just watched,
Accepting her fate,
It will all stop one day.
he would love the way he had crafted her,
On that she was hanging,
The hope of a better future.
As she really liked those ripped pieces of hers that she was giving of,
willingly or unwillingly.
And one day,
he told her, he hates her, always hated her.
Didn't you know that, he said.
And she, she just doesn't know, what to hold on to any longer....
Mere bachpan ka wo ghar
Aaj bada ho gaya hai,
Safed diwaaron se
Rangin chamakta ,tabdil ho gaya hai
Bachpan sametane ko
Hare laal satarangi
Sapno me leen ho gaya hai
Baarish ki wo baocharen,
Papa ki wo cycle,
Chai ki chuskiyaan,
Aur pakodon ki mehan,
Sithiyo se behate jarne ki kalkal
Samay ke chakachaundh me
kahi kho gaya hai
Udh raha hun mai
Is jamin se,
Us jamin tak,
Meri Ummidon ki udaan se
Tahraao Kahin kho gaya hai.
#SkylarkChallenge 183 (1)
Words to be used:
A JOURNEY from neuron to neuron,
Communication at it's most complex,
NEGATIVE and positive,
Source to DESTINATION,
With the ability to build DREAMS,
And knock down walls.
~ Soaring Skylark
How dark are the dreams?
How muffled are the screams?
How sold is the soul?
Has time taken it's toll?
Am I still the reason for your smile?
Or are we now so broken that we do not find 'love' worthwhile?
Ever wonder bout what's she's doing and how it all turned into lies. Sometimes I think it's better not to ask why. Funny how love can be deceiving more than just a couple times. Why do we fall in love so easy even when we know it's not right. Where there is desire there's gonna be a flame, where there is a flame someone's bound to get burnt. Just because it burns doesn't mean you gonna die. Well you gotta get up and try.
Sometimes people need space not because they hate you but because they are trying to love themselves again!
My dearest di
I think you have an idea about how much I always wanted this to happen, to you to get engaged with someone I've always adored, and trust me am damn happy, am so happy that during your engagement ceremony I paused for a moment just to look and admire you two together, it was just a dreamy moment for me, seeing you dancing with him, beside him, i just loved it.
But as you danced there and I stayed on the back, trying to capture that moment, my eyes were getting a little watery, don't know if it was out of happiness or the fear of lonliness I felt, after you'll completely become theirs. You see, I hate you, and I hate this feeling, this feeling of loosing you, you are my partner ...
Standing at the shore
He was thinking,
Why feet hurts while we stand,
Deep inside he knew
It's the mind who does all the running.
He is the one who travels
Through galaxy when he sleep.
And stops when he is awake.
The mind who takes is all.
I am not going to justify myself to a world that only sees me when it decides I`m worthy and no longer invisible.
I don’t need to be ‘seen’, my life so far has been a tremendous achievement, my only regrets are that it took me far too long to realise that museums and galleries aren’t the only places where art lives
– it lives in me too,
I am art.
I know I may not appeal to everyone; however, I have learnt, that the only person I need to please is me.
The world is full of critics and I will always be my worst critic and often judge myself harshly, but I know me best, I know the struggle I’ve been through. What I won’t accept are strangers with opinions based on the cover a...
A new week, a new challenge. For this week, we're giving you the three words below to create a poem or story with. Tag your letter 'weeklychallenge' and comment below when you're done.
Finish the story.
"He didn't leave his house for months, after he had lost her. People would visit him less and less as his attitude was pessimistic. Until that very special day...."
Tag your letter 'storytime' so we can find your letter. Give it your all!
What would you prefer. Being in love with someone for the rest of your life who doesn't love you back, or being in a relationship with someone you don't truly love, but are happy with. As they do love you very much.
Tag your letter 'choices'.
If lettrs had MySpace's music feature, what song would automatically play whenever someone clicked on your fridge (profile)? Use the comments section below.
THE HOSPITAL WARD
Bland and sterile,
geometrics flutter beside an open window,
to the rhythmic sounds of bedside contraptions,
as they wheeze,
The judder of cups rumbling upon a distant tea trolley,
and pleasing interruption,
mixed with the chesty staccato coughs and moans of the patient in bed eleven.
~ Soaring Skylark
A CC0 image from Photo Fox
The Weary Feather
She walks through the deep red door bearing wings of the crow.
She lifts one delicate finger and points past me.
I turn in disarray, and faintly hear her sigh followed by a chuckle.
There is a light so white emanating from behind her, it causes the vessels in my eyes to reveal themselves.
She gingerly steps forward towards me.
With every step there is this unfamiliar sense of heat that engulfs me.
I notice my hands begin to tremble.
She approaches closer and her feathers ruffle.
Her once confident smirk turns to a stale straight face.
She is close enough for me to feel her breath as it frolics through my eyelashes.
I notice bumps raise ...
I do not need
to love you less,
I already have
to love you more.
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Tonight, Ill cry myself to sleep
You don’t hug me like you used to
Do you even know I’m laying here?
I turn over and try to remember how it was
You lay there but it still feels like an empty bed
I could go to the other room,
But it’s just as lonely there
Tomorrow, I’ll wake and pretend that everything is fine
and that I’m doing alright,
Even though tonight,
I’ll cry myself to sleep...
Kissing you has ruined me and my ability to enjoy the taste of any other woman’s lips.
I lay upon
Thoughts of you
From bloodshot eyes
As I lay sleeping,
And far too numb
To dream. JD
How long will I be this way? Miss you mom.
is a rubik's cube.
it will have you thinking
you're going the right way,
doing the right things,
just to tumble from your
exasperated hands unsolved.
do not let it beat you.
you've always had a knack
for puzzles and a persistence
unmatched by the wind.
a block of colors
is nothing to
the light bulb that is your mind,
and though you may find challenges,
you'll find your way out every time.
She's a beautiful dreamer with eyes like an angel
A body to die for and a mind just like mine.
She keeps all her thoughts and dreams in a journal
The passion she writes with keeps growing with time.
Sometimes her dreams are playful and vivid
Sometimes her thoughts are scary and dark.
I wish I could be there to help and to heal her
And put back together her sad, broken heart.
If she just lets me in and gives me her trust
I'll hold her together and keep her from breaking.
I've already fallen for her beauty and charm
My mind and my body are hers for the taking.
So my dream girl exists I've finally found her
Scarred and beaten but a spirit unbroken.
She dreams about leaving this world with a ba...
Dear people of the world,
We are all butterflies unable to see our own beauty. Only others can truly see it. If people say you are not beautiful they are the caterpillars who do not see the beauty you posses, only your strangeness in how different you are. That does not mean that your beauty is nonexistent, only that they focus on how you are different and not the beauty and color of your wings.
Love from Ashlee Grace B.
There are three people standing on the top of a mountain. This mountain overlooks humanity and its entirety. They can see time pass, from the cavemen to the astronauts that went to the moon, to the scientist today curing cancer. One of them looks up at the sky and says: "Breathtaking." The only girl of the three tilts her head up too and sighs lightly. She closes her eyes and searches blindly for a hand of the second man. Their hands intertwine and she guides his body closer to her. Finally the last one of the trio aims his eyes at the sky too. There they are, three people, on the top of a mountain, having the possibility to see humanity and its entirety, yet choosing to look at the sky. They...
Forgiveness is a two-way street: whenever we forgive someone, we are also forgiving ourselves.
That air of intimidation blew me over.
The evening grew duskier. My Roman antique clock tick tocked.
The tenor turned cold. My phone kept ringing like one fire alarm. I ignored.
I ran down the staircase, only to be found alone in my home. I panicked.
There was a letter on the diners table. And it read just what happened above. The same lines written down neatly with no signature. I flipped it over. It was plain. Trembled was I.
I opened the door of my store room. The room was organized, like one cleaned up crime scene. But the pungency was hard to ignore.
I blocked my nose and walked further, into the corner of the room. She was there, waiting for me. Lifeless.
You've caught me.
In your bouquet of roses.
In your dance of passion.
In your old French songs.
I smell the roses,
I dance to your song of love.
I smile at the thought of you.
You've caught me.
Please don't give up.
Please don't quit.
Please keep trying.
I know it can be difficult.
I know it can be painful.
But don't give up.
I'm here for you.
At first when I was very very young, I was told that a home is a building you live in. A building made of bricks and cement and doors and windows.
So I loved mine with all my heart. Decorated the walls and the windows with little drawings and stuff. But then one day, I had to leave that house.
As I grew older, I realised that a house becomes a home because of the people who live in it. The memories they create there. The walls and the windows and the doors become witnesses to those memories as they are created, remembered and relived over the years.
So I decided to make a human being my home. For some time it was wonderful. But I always slept with one eye open. There w...
people with broken heart & the ones who tend to break,
His Love Is Accumulating Dust On My Heart. It's piling up. He who walks into my life first decides to run his finger over it. It's hell, hopeless & disappointing when the dust sticks to him & he wipes it off. Even my tears are unable to wash it off.
Loneliness creeps in like a black, disgusting devil but I've rose from the grave, dug in the way of underworld. I'm able to battle with him!
With his love,
Perhaps we've all grown accustom to lifestyles,
and how we perceive things...
Perhaps we only know and understand only of our upbrings...
Theres so much more to life, and so much more out there - we have yet to explore!
So many opportunities, yet some of us choose to ignore....
The possibilities of leaving our comfort zone;
Yes, even if that means you have to do it alone.
Sometimes we don't realize how good we have it.
Try visiting a third world country, and experience what they lack!
The things we take for granted, over and over again. We do it without thinking, without a pause.. creating habits full of flaws..
Yet we can't gras...
LiFe is so hard then the imagination ...
BuT its also a truth that life is so beautiful with hard...
She is so strong that she is living yet with all dying life .
I m surprised how she can be so strong ???
BuT rather then
surprise I m happy that u living life now with a hope with Self smile with a
thought with family & for friends ..
When u grow like a tree then Strom & wind blocks U from growing but when God Flourish us with love then the wind & sunlight help us in growth ...
& Now god is Flourishing u with ur smile ...
The life is smiling in you ....
Of life has given
Me much to be
I still live, breathe
And see, yet another
Day. ~EM Fraser
It's good to be back here on lettrs, after they fixed my problem! I've missed it a lot... It's time to start all over again!
Thanku man . Most of yr lines are outstanding . And as a person yr lines make me to read more n more .so do please write more .
Maybe I can ever tell you what I feel ...
Thanks to you I learned many things, I surpassed things that I never thought to do, and it is that with you I learned that when one LOVES, there are no excuses or conditions because love only comes happiness, memories and good times. Because when you say LOVE there are no limits or limitations and that is because I see it that way thanks to you. Thanks to you I can feel that love is FREEDOM
In a world full of lights and sounds and flashes, you are a part of something that makes people slow down, consider, tap into their own genius and create.
The frailty of geniuses and artists, however, is that they need an audience to be seen and understood. Lettrs is a hidden gem; a haven to those bold and tortured souls who long to be heard and seen.
It is a canvas for the hearts of those whose lips have faltered and failed at their task of expression and whose lives have left them longings unfulfilled. It is a place where truth is wrapped up in the tapestry of prose; even pain is redressed for the occasion and becomes beautiful.
Thank you for fostering a meeting of the minds ...
Thank you, Next
A- Thank you for being there for me through my teenage angst period. Thank you for teaching me to be patient enough to let the anger out my system. I never felt so special unless I was with you, the attention you gave me was so delightful.
H- Thank you for being so persistant. You taught me what it was like to risk everything for something you love. You were so amazing with the way you spoke, the way you listened, and the way you loved. You made my heart flutter and raged a war of butterflies in my stomach.
S- You were the finale. The bittersweet reality that me laugh and cry. You showed me what my limits were, you showed me right from wrong. You were kind and overly sweet. ...
It’s time for me to be a little proud.
Today, I got a new car!!! A Ford Edge!!!! FULLY LOADED! With remote start and a rear camera! And did I mention a fabulous sound system!
I also got the new iPhone XS Max!
My boys got new car seats and got to pick out new movies to watch in our new car because it has a DVD player in it!
And I got a new Mac computer!
We paid all of our bills and haven’t even touched our taxes!
I’m so proud of myself!
Today has been a day to celebrate!
God is good, all the time, god is good!
Dear Papa (God )
Good Morning ! 🙂
Thank You so much for this beautiful day . Thank You for showing me another day in my life . Thank You for keeping me alive ,fit and fine . Thank You for giving me eyes to see the beauty of Your Creation . Thank You for giving me breath of life in my nostrils .Thank You for giving me feet to walk, jump, hop, dance and run joyfully like a deer in the forest ,like a baby calf . Oh how beautiful You are ! Oh how wonderfully You have made me dearest Father . All I can say is - Thank You Papa ! Thank You. I love You .I am so grateful to You !
I love You so much dearest Father God in Heaven. I love You so much that I can't express in any words . Your love ren...
Sending gratitude to universe for everything you have ... for everything that happens to you ... for all the ppl around you ... means you are grateful to what you have ... you appreciate the givings of universe ... you trust the nature ... at that very point universe showers the blessing on you ..