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हो सके तो कभी कभी ख्वाबों में आके मिला कीजिए
हकीकत से तो जा चुके हैं, ख्वाबों में ही सही आ मुझे गले से लगाया कीजिए
फिक्र ना करें मैं इन मुलाकातों के बारे में किसी को नहीं बताऊंगी
आप बस मेरा हाथ थाम मेरे बगल में बैठ जाना, तब मैं दुनिया से छुपाया हुआ अपना हर आंसू आपके सामने बहा दूंगी
फिर आपकी गोद में सिर सुकून की नींद सोजाऊंगी
आखिर ये तो ख़्वाब है, यहां तो वैसा हो जाएगा जैसा मैं चाहूंगी
मगर फिर एक मनहूस पल आएगा जब मेरा ख़्वाब टूट जायेगा और मेरा सामना मेरी हकीकत से हो जाएगा
तब मैं अपने सिरहाने रखी आपकी तस्वीर को देख कहूंगी
हो सके तो कभी कभी ख्वाबों में आके मिला कीजिए
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innerinkpoetry · 17 hours
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Everything in me left but my heart stayed with you.
-innerink
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So are you going to wait for that stranger to come or are you going on that journey ?
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punkpandapatrixk · 1 day
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Romanticising poetry & beauty~
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Romanticising raw emotions~
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hersurvival · 1 day
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Are you burning up?
Did you catch a fever?
The flicker in your eyes,
The warmth of your embrace
Tells me you know you are a fire.
But you radiate heat so gently
As if you're afraid to cause a burn
You've already set match to my heart,
I'm already on fire for you, girl.
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aureumaze · 2 days
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corrupt my mind, I'll build you a shrine. take all the empty space and fill yourself in. i never liked what's inside, you make it right.
—a.m.
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bebx · 6 months
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words-at-night · 6 months
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cerleansky · 2 years
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The legacies people leave behind in you.
My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.
I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.
I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.
I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.
I learned to love books because my father loved them first.
How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.
~Edit~
Yikes guys I didn’t expect this post to blow up.
I’m grateful it did though. Looking at all the comments and tags really takes a stab at my heart because it just shows how wired we are for connection. If life has any meaning, then it’s that.
This concept really sunk its teeth into me as it reassures the notion that no one is ever truly gone. Parts of them just change into you.
That teacher I talked about inspired me to become a teacher myself. This was my first year teaching. Here’s to a new generation of curved i’s.
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fairydrowning · 6 months
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"People empty me. I have to get away to refill."
– Charles Bukowski
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4s1na · 2 years
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"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"
— Atticus
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becomingvecna · 1 month
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fieldofdahlias · 2 months
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for-flowers-sake · 6 months
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hersurvival · 2 days
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Place me in the intensive care unit
Until I feel myself reset
Strap me to the bed until I quit
Reliving these awful memories,
Thrashing in my sleep,
Waking stuck in dreams,
His invisible weight atop my body,
Spectral hands choke me
Please,
Rinse out my thoughts with saline,
Sanitize my skin from everyone
Who's ever touched me,
Replace the blood lost to violent parties,
Medically induce me until I know longer ache
And hate myself so vehemently
ICU, see me,
Trauma nurse, save me,
Doctor, there has to be something you can do
To reverse this pain, to make me clean
@nosebleedclub March 27th - Intensive Care Unit
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