March 23 "Golden Afternoon" 🌅☀️🧘🏽♀️
Please follow, leave a like and comment your favorite line. "Three Sixty Five" is the title of my upincoming poetry project.Each poem stand alone yet contributes to an overarching story.
I will post each poem to each corresponding date starting on Jan 1st. I hope you enjoy this story of growth,love, pain, and hope told through poetry. Thanks for coming along for the ride. Physical copies will be available soon.
"And then you meet someone who makes you realize why it never worked out with anyone else. You realize what was missing with the rest. Because all of a sudden there's this person standing in front of you that makes you happier than you've been in a long time. They make you smile like an idiot because god, they're absolutely ridiculous and they make you feel safe and cared for and everything just kind of fits. They're you're own kind of perfect. Sweet and handsome and smart and everything you've ever wanted. So all that you can do is take a chance and hope that you're their kind of perfect too." - Midnight thoughts (he’s it)
. दर्द दिए कुछ ज़माने ने हर लम्हा कुछ यूँ बीत गया
इसी तरह हुई शुरआत कुछ मैं शायरी करना सीख गया
बढ़ा कुछ आगे तब झूठे दोस्तों में समय बीत गया
कुछ ऐसे ही हुई शुरुआत यारों मैं शायरी करना सीख गया
फिर कुछ झूठे रिश्तो में मेरे भोलेपन को वो जीत गया
बढ़ा दर्द कुछ इस कदर कि मैं शायरी करना सीख गया
रूह मेरी गम में डूबी थी अब हर लम्हा हंसी का बीत गया
इस तरह मैं दर्द-ए-दिल शायरी करना सीख गया
कुछ नामुराद दिल भी ऐसी जगह लगा जो मेरे दिल को भी साथ ले गयी
बस इस टूटे हुए बेख़ौफ़ शायर को कुछ प्यार का दर्द दे गयी
आज जब सभी हमें शायर शायर कहते हैं
वो कहते हैं कि हम और हमारी शायरी उनके दिल में रहते हैं
अरे हम तो बस शायर हैं मयखानों में रहते हैं
आलम कुछ ऐसा है की कलम से कागज़ पर दर्द बयान कर दें तो लोग शायर शायर कहते हैं
हम तो आज भी एक रूह हैं बस
जो उनके दिल में रहते हैं…
उनके दिल में रहते हैं….।।
There's Nothing Called Perfect!
I am not an exception; I'm not saying I'm clean
Through worst I've been, a lot I've seen
Filthy world filled with filthy people
Mindless creature, rotten soul
Backstabbing friends, cheating lovers
I'm not drunk anymore, alert than being sober
Trusting people have cost me my honor
Lost the race because I'm not a runner
Pristine, it's not a word that describes me
I'm not perfect; I do have faults I can see
Dragged, pushed, pulled, smother
Do it more, I can take a blow even further
Hate, love, and then love me and hate
Described to me saying that's in your fate
Leading the world in a heartless path
I know the end, but how do I start?
Brutal lies, painful life
Strong is my mind but a weak heart inside
Fighting has never been my thing
Fly I wanna far but realized I got no wing
Loving ones I have hurt with my words
Sharper than any weapon that deeply cuts
Change is what I always wanted, dreamt even
Divine is faith but the empty words are unforgiven!
Words by @_e_esha ❤
My submission for the semifinal round of Poetry Battle 7 @poetrybattles Team Sisters Making HERstories #pb7reflections
The inspirational, powerful Pic by @mobelahcen says it all- As per the photographer this woman was walking down a steep hill carrying empty bottles on a hot day, doing what she had to, to support her family.
Tasked to write about the woman you are as a result of challenges you faced. The sacrifices made and your responsibility as a female in society. I am stronger than I thought, bombarded with challenges, some broke my spirit others strengthened my resolve. Raising two children alone isn’t easy. There are times when the world seems to be against me,when I feel like giving up but I’m committed to raising my children.
Ensuring I am emotionally and physically available. Overcompensating for the love I barely knew growing up. I’ve had to sacrifice like so many women today, putting family before self. Some say we shouldn’t but then send mixed messages. When something goes wrong one of the first things you hear is where is the mother? There is pressure to be everything to everyone. As a woman I feel like there is no room for error. So much pressure on us to be superhero’s. My strength comes from negativity and doubt. I’ve learned to ignore the noise of the ‘experts’ and trust my inner voice and instincts. I get it right more times than not. Though I rely on my village, I’m not afraid to face this life head on. #family#first#love#healthy#relationship#children#sacrifice#woman#mother#warrior#raw#emotional#writerofig#words#instalike#instalove#writingcommunity#write#instapoetry#melanin#blackwriter#wordsthatheal#poeticjustice#poetrylovers#poems#poetsofinstagram#poetry#poetsofig
Our heart is like a stained glass window.
It's beauty is not so much the window itself
but how it's light colors the things around..