I cleaned every trace of you; The books you read from my shelf Old folded tickets in my purse Your favourite mug in my kitchen. Trashed those pinned sticky notes Your sweatshirt which I wear on winter nights Restaurant tissue letters while waiting for food The dream catcher in the balcony And the rug you bought me. But I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over the fact That you are still sitting cross-legged Like the owner of my heart. A overstayed guest you’re; To you my heart still doesn’t know how to wave that final goodbye. Little long than usual series: 27 #longthanusual I cleaned every trace of you; The books you read from my shelf Old folded tickets in my

Little long than usual series: 27 #longthanusual I cleaned every trace of you; The books you read from my shelf Old folded tickets in my

I cleaned every trace of you;
The books you read from my shelf
Old folded tickets in my purse
Your favourite mug in my kitchen.
Trashed those pinned sticky notes
Your sweatshirt which I wear on winter nights
Restaurant tissue letters while waiting for food
The dream catcher in the balcony
And the rug you bought me.

But I don’t know whether to laugh or cry over the fact
That you are still sitting cross-legged
Like the owner of my heart.

A overstayed guest you’re;
To you my heart still doesn’t know
how to wave that final goodbye. Little long than usual series: 27

#longthanusual

I cleaned every trace of you;
The books you read from my shelf
Old folded tickets in my

payal jaswal

Or may be, I wanted to ask if you also find me in the gaps between metaphors, the gap before the turning of pages at nights, the gap between those abandoned calls. I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky

I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky

Or may be,
I wanted to ask if you also find me
in the gaps between metaphors,
the gap before the turning of pages
at nights, the gap between those
abandoned calls. I called him last night as ticking of
clocks and amusing clouds were
not enough to leave a teardrop on
my skin, as the salmon pink of sky

payal jaswal

I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky was not enough to drown me into the drunk sunlight, as the origami airplane had refused to hover with your poems in the sky. (Read the caption) I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky

I called him last night as ticking of clocks and amusing clouds were not enough to leave a teardrop on my skin, as the salmon pink of sky

asparklinsoul

Still in Touch - A Short Story. Seven days before valentine's day, he saw her at one restaurant sitting on the corner side for the first time. He used to visit that place d

Seven days before valentine's day, he saw her at one restaurant sitting on the corner side for the first time. He used to visit that place d

Still in Touch - A Short Story. Seven days before valentine's day, he saw her at one restaurant sitting on the corner side for the first time. He used to visit that place d

Mandeep Singha

L♥️ve #Sticky

Amit Jotwani

Broken pieces I gather, trying to glue back a version of myself that I can recognize, shattered as I am by the demons that didn't or couldn't leave. Sticky Demons. #demons #broken #yqbaba

Sticky Demons. #demons #Broken #yqbaba

Broken pieces
I gather,
trying to
glue back
a version
of myself
that I can recognize,
shattered as I am
by the demons
that didn't
or couldn't
leave.
Sticky Demons.
#demons #broken #yqbaba

Santhosha V

The Sticky Sea Of Shy The sea of shy, the sticky sea. I was swimming in the sticky sea of shy. Not for fun, not to learn. My only intention was to prevent, A scene of others, seeing my nakedness. A big wave came, another after. I was pushed to the shore, I had no cloth. All of them wore browny clothes. They didn't look at me, nor did they care. Why I wondered, standing under the searing Sun. Today I know, they are naked too. Brown mud on my body, is dried too. ©Santhosha V #The sticky sea of shy

The sticky sea of shy

Thank you Mr Glue #yqbaba #yourquote #glue #lifequotes #stickers #sticky

yqbaba yourquote glue lifequotes stickers sticky

Qamar Fatima

Notes... It is better to leave the place where your existence doesn't matter, It is wise to save your heart when it can't be broken more, It is noble to recollect your soul when it is scattered into pieces, It is gentle to wipe your tears, when their warmth doesn't melt the ice, It is peaceful to close the door forever which was never meant to be opened.... ©Qamar Fatima #Notes

#Notes

Shatru THAKUR

Apne sabhi logo ke liye aj uparwale se ek dua karta hu, ki mere apne kabhi jameen par baithe, to log badappan samjhe aukat nahi.... dil se.......... HAPPY HOLI SHATRU THAKUR notes

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