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Some whisperings that unnerve my peace, some love that rattles my stillness, some words which found a way out of me. The pictures here aren't originally owned by me.
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پستهای کانال
You are written in my letters in a manner too reminiscent of autumn, like gilded rays of sun falling on petals that are yet to learn the meaning of warmth that they eventually spend their life time loving it once they do.
Like holy things that belong to sky our memories turn to sky as mists of summer half way through its end,
I simply follow the rain, the gist of past and essence of sky, with smell of coffee and its stain on my page glaring as proof of my habit, my love poems are hardly ever unstained.
#love
#poetry
| 2 | Veins well versed with virtuous values
weave through verity of a poet's heart,
words veiled with visions vivid of
wonders vibrant as willow's velvets.
Words where warmth is wealth,
watered with waves of wills
whimsically visualised,
voyage through wonder
and wonders ways
for varied wings swinging through weathers
that wear vanity down.
Wishful verses written
as witness of dreams
withdrawn from dawn's whisper,
welcomed by winds venerable oaths
willfully waiting for their fate.
#dreams
#poetry | 124 |
| 3 |  People who unlock your humour are keepers.
#humour
#life | 85 |
| 4 | And to think you're simply a memory,
I dissent,
for you are autumn's lore;
that visits me
when plains are turning gold
with the sun's rays glazing
everything with its warmth
like honey,
wafting of fruity barks of trees.
Your reminder is an onset
of everything aging
that still resembles gold,
fleeting yet worth clinging to,
till the last moment
I can hold.
#love
#poetry | 269 |
| 5 | "Dear one, even if you feel lonely
you're still resolute,
stubborn with your intention
to move forward.
And as long as you are this brave
I'll never doubt you,
regardless, I'll pray for you,
your success, joy and fulfilment.
My belief in you
Is as unshaken as your strength,
and it only grows
watching your every step."
#hope
#poetry | 289 |
| 6 | All said in vain
for love
answers my grief,
lost sight of hope—
a stage for despair,
too acquainted
with betrayal
that built it's architect
brick by brick.
All that faith sought
upon my soul,
is fated to waltz along
the devious disciples
of tragedy.
#dark
#poetry | 382 |
| 7 | Gone are lies I was seeking home in,
gone are seasons of young heart
ever ardent to fall in love
with every unfolding day.
Only shadows follow—
the places now humming with our memories
juxtaposing with songs,
their symphony somehow
exactly similar to the ones
we were passionate for.
I would know
for they are still my keepsake.
I have come along,
came far along, but at what value
was it worth losing my ability
to find joy in things effortlessly.
My breaths weren't heavy with sighs,
there was thrill in my lungs
to breathe deeper, to laugh louder,
to speak as earnestly I felt.
It isn't the worst thing to face storms,
but it is to become one
that can't even shed downpours of its burdens.
#happiness
#poetry | 380 |
| 8 | Shall the dark cast upon that fair fairy's heart—
her soul will wake as the numinous nyx,
entrusting her heart's fragments
to the night
to guide those lost of their light.
#night
#poetry | 259 |
| 9 | My thoughts aren't ripe these days,
I claim it as if poetry would grow
through any wild corner of me.
They don't grow at all
and I blame the changing waves
of air and aging leaves,
mostly holding my attention
when I am to write.
I ache to note something
but my words seem too watered down,
so dilute of what I feel
while admiring their beauty,
feel them stir my emotions.
I am held here
between seasons,
with thoughts out of season,
its poem, a rotting fruit
in my heart,
with no words to suit
their ardour.
#silence
#poetry | 405 |
| 10 | Darling, seek my heart
as you'd a piece of your own;
with breaths obsessed
with my scent,
like a name reminiscent
from past life,
through barbed wires,
flayed edges
and spots still healing,
through doubts, grief
and empty cracks,
learn like map
where the ocean
of my tears originate.
Seek my heart
as dearly your own,
remind it the rhythm
I unlearned along the age.
#love
#poetry | 362 |
| 11 | Lean on me further, darling,
till your heart eclipses mine,
let our shadows
be frozen
just for this moment.
#sensual
#poetry | 415 |
| 12 | Amidst the shade of night's grief
I am the lone star;
hanging as pendant
between nothingness,
far from moon's silver spell
my light steals the grace of
even in its absence,
wearing its charm
as my only sanctuary.
#night
#poetry | 489 |
| 13 | How can you ever choose hands famished for your skin,
when your heart is still touch starved as it's ever been?
#love
#poetry | 426 |
| 14 | And love that expands like sunshine ripening by the afternoon,
holding your shadow in its warmth
as it bleeds along the hours
so still;
lost upon time's array.
Lost of its existence
indifferent of the mark it leaves.
That love still seeks you,
even in your pieces,
beheld by the sunset
soaking in your skin.
Held ever gently
yet ever reassuringly.
#love
#poetry | 529 |
| 15 | So let's see how far
can you pull your strings,
I hope you realise in time
that they're all tied around your throat
waiting for you to tug hard enough
on them,
to sever it all for good.
#dark
#poetry | 392 |
| 16 | Perils of fate rose
amongst our hearts,
open wounds brimming peace nectar
misted within our souls,
as tales of summer
scattered on moon's shadow,
evanescent of our vows before dawn.
#dreams
#poetry | 395 |
| 17 | A lover's heart, as stealthy as feral's famished breath,
may it yearn endlessly, but it shall never devour what keeps its madness alive.
#devotion
#poetry | 173 |
| 18 | My mouth doesn't even dare form words like 'I love you' anymore,
for unlike me, it is my heart that's been touch starved.
#love
#poetry | 155 |
| 19 |  "It is almost as if my soul is in symmetry with stars."
#dreams
#poetry | 467 |
| 20 | Tell me about your ghosts,
do they dwell on your kitchen's shelf,
or perhaps it is done so by just mine,
tell me when they come
on nights only—
or do they haunt your day dreams too,
with whispers as vile as
claiming none of it will ever come true.
Tell me of their appearance
and I'll tell you that of mine,
so they can dance together
while we dress them with certainty
till their existence becomes mortal,
who are destined for demise.
#dark
#poetry | 513 |
