Blank Paper and Blue Ink…

” When Ink meets paper, It makes history.”

paper and ink
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Everyone asks me, why I’m not writing?
They asked what happen to me?
What will I tell you?
When I feel so numb
It’s hard to write anything
When there’s nothing going on
It’s hard to feel anything
When you have bled enough
But, the wound is still there
Which keeps on reminding me
The time we spend together
And I will write
Write on my heart
Which is like the blank white paper
And our love is the blue ink
It will flow non stop
Till my last dying breath

 

Want to be heard…

“Is tanhai main bhi shor sa hai,
Shor teri yaadon ka.”

 

AIAC
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Have you ever felt all alone?
Alone in a crowd
You know that everyone is around you
Still, you feel ignored and left out
A feeling where no one truly knows you
Like they not even remember your name
When their looks feel empty
With no compassion or pain
When you open your mouth
But no one truly hears you
You feel like crying
But no one there to embrace you
There is nothing more painful
Then being alone in a crowd
There is nothing so crushing
When no one hears you shout loud.

Lost wings…

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The flower which you gave me.

They are now all dried.

I may look happy outside.

But, you killed me from inside.

I feel so tired.

Tired of trying 

Still struggling to survive 

I don’t need your sympathy.

But, I wanted to be me.

My life is a living hell.

And I’m existing, not living.