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Welcome to the poetry world fellas🌹 WHEN IT'S A SIN TO SPEAK! AND YOUR VOICE IS WEAK! WRITE IT DOWN! #poems #writing Writer: @thecraver Another channel: @glimpseofmylife Feedback/Criticism: @Cravingheartbot
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I am tired of doing things that I so much wanted to do but then crumble inside as I regret over them later,
Maybe if I could give myself more time to ponder over the thoughts that I couldn't seem to control, I would have made better decisions and right now I might have been in a better place.
But then I think how would you know if the decision that you made was right or wrong till you have taken it and are dealing with the consequences.
For sure, you can't know if the outcomes will be better or not.
But you can take a leap in it and find out yourself. Risk it, to increase the chances of success!
- D's diary
2 723
Sleep is something which takes you far from reality,
dreams are something which reminds you that they are cruel then reality.
- D's diary
2 723
Sleep is something which takes you far from reality,
dreams are something which reminds you that they are cruel then reality.
- D's diary
2 723
Each time you try to see how fragile you can be with someone,
you're broken...
- D's diary
2 723
Smirks are real,
Smiles are fake,
Broken, bruised,
life at stake,
Insecurities crawling
Flaws at show,
Who's humble
You'll never know,
Seems like you're
wiping off the dust,
But you are creating
dark dirty crust,
Above and all
stands power,
Will prove you wrong
within an hour,
As their heels
stamp on your head,
Keep standing straight,
Even if it's bad,
They love your fears,
shivers of your hand,
and slipping confidence
like quick sand,
Just a miracle is
what we await
That helps us from
being their bait,
Enough of torture
crumbling us inside,
Enough of regrets
on why we lied,
But it's okay, we'll find our path,
Coz it's okay
and we do believe,
Gods acumen,
we will receive.
- D's diary
2 723
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बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है,
आसमान में घर बसाने को दिल चाहता है,
जब आँखें भीग जाए,
तब बरसात में जिस्म भीगने को दिल चाहता है,
बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है,
तेरी गोद में आने को दिल चाहता है,
वैसे तो कई पलकें उठीं होंगी तेरी एक झलक के खातिर,
पर मेरा तेरे सजदे के सिर झुकने को दिल चाहता है,
दिल चाहता है दिल की हर बात कह दूं तुझसे,
फिर तेरे ही ज़हन से मेरी आदत मिटने को दिल चाहता है,
बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है,
कभी-कभी जिंदगी से हार जाने को दिल चाहता है,
दिल चाहता है अपने गम में मुस्कुराऊं,
दिल चाहता है तुझसे मेरे फैसले भूल जाऊं,
फिर उन्हीं फसलों में जिंदगी बिताने को दिल चाहता है,
मेरा, मेरी तकदीर आजमाने को दिल चाहता है,
बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है,
तेरी आंखों में सदियों बिताने को दिल चाहता है,
बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है।
बहुत दूर जाने को दिल चाहता है।
- D's diary
2 723
If one day I puff in every ounce of energy in me and confess my love for you but all you want to do is turn me down and forget every atom about my existence,
I hope my words fall deaf to your ears,
abreast I hope the wind whispers everything that you need to hear in that moment.
- D's diary
2 723
We make promises to ourselves,
for ourselves,
see them broken
before they could even find
the reason why
they became our dream,
then we cry over the ashes
of the weight
we ourselves kept in the fire
just because
we couldn't afford to hold
our ambitions for too long.
#reality
- D's diary
2 723
I am losing myself bit by bit,
in places I care too much
for people who don't deserve,
not because they didn't care back
but because they don't know
how to be appreciative for
someones time and care,
I am losing myself,
in seasons which take
my beautiful memories away,
I am losing myself
in the gaps of my breaths
in which I wait for their
reciprocation,
I am losing myself everytime
I couldn't find you when I needed to.
#life
- D's diary
2 723
Sometimes I fail to recognise
that I've been here before,
failing miserably,
until one day
I couldn't take it anymore.
Things of which I kept
extending the limit,
things which cost
my personal habit,
Expecting they are
better for me,
noticing,
no, they can't be,
I hereby suffer
incredibly,
gaining scars which
only I can see,
At the end of the day
I stand in the regret lane,
only to start another day
with the same pain.
#life
#poem
- D's diary
2 723
I wonder if it was worth it
to lose him?
To let go of him in the river
like a burning earthen lamp,
And even if it was,
was it worth it for you
to be left forgotten
beyond my reach,
Does it ever glum you
to not find me
in spots I stayed?
Whatever it is,
it feels like we
have lived for centuries,
A beautiful start,
an awful journey,
endless destination,
forever turning.
#you
#poetry
- D's diary
2 723
I always notice him between the crowd,
and it's still a wonder how he never knew-
#short
#him
- D's diary
2 723
Opposites
Your touch is warm and soft,
but your eyes speak a lot,
about your detachment
from my soul,
about your unwillingness
to let me take control,
I can see reluctance
in your actions,
I can see aloofness
in your smile,
The way you ignore
every drop of tear
from my eyes,
the way you save yourself
from my highs,
You say, you care,
but your actions
speak the truth,
You say, you love,
but it's not the same
as it used to be
in our youth,
I shower love and affection
but you avoid them
like a plague,
I held everything
out for you,
but that's not what
you want to bear.
Still,
nothing would stop me
from loving you
unconditionally,
Not even the thought
that you would
never accept me.
Sometimes souls never meet,
Sometimes one of them just
runs behind the other.
#you
#him
- D's diary
2 723
I feel like myself
when I spend my time
with the people I love,
I love chatting with them
about how our life has changed
and how we've come
far from how we used to be,
But more than that,
I love to slip past the conversations,
leaving words of success,
talks of vacation,
chit chats of make-up
and the exchange of recipes behind,
I like to escape through the door
to the streets
where no one is found,
on a walk with myself,
between trees which bend too much
towards their origin,
I like to walk through the cry
of a baby in the neighbourhood,
crushing dried leaves beneath my feet,
I love to walk slowly as a sloth,
like I have no where to go,
I love to cross my hands
and hug myself,
like I am there for myself
as the cold breeze passes by,
I feel more like myself
when I spend my time with me,
when I am alone with the
calmness which silence brings...
#me
#life
- D's diary
2 723
I wonder how much time it will take to do justice with the pages I burned because I couldn't hear their truthful screams.
#hurt
#poems
- D's diary
