The Earth longs for the touch of your bare feet, the wind to play with your hair, drops of rain for the gentle caress of your lips and the setting Sun for your love.
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The Earth longs for the touch of your bare feet, the wind to play with your hair, drops of rain for the gentle caress of your lips and the setting Sun for your love.
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It is a sunny Monday morning and I wake up contemplating about Love. . . And if we spend a moment thinking about it, every day, wouldn't the world be a better place? . . So tell me, what is your understanding about Love? 💞 . . . . . . #love #bliss #imagine #imagination #prose #blackandwhite #black #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #poeticsighs #poeticjustice #poeticjusticebraids #spilledink #sigh #word #wordart #feelings #positivevibes #beherenow #peace #writersofinstagram #poetry #bymepoetry #illogicalpoemworld #instalike . . .
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It is three in the morning and I am convinced to quit. the laptop screen keeps staring at me, while I fail to pour out words. it is one of those nights when no matter how hard you try it won't happen. you are stuck, you can't think clearly, feel asphyxiated and perhaps start cussing your incompetency. I pour myself another glass of wine. fifth I think, and the cursor still keeps blinking at me. A voice inside mocks me, calls me names, tells me false dreams about a beautiful procrastination and slowly cajoles me to quit. the cigarette buds have died in vain tonight, and nothing is going as I thought it would be. and I really want to quit, pull my sleeping bag over my eyes and touch myself to sleep. break the promises I made to myself, and try escaping the damn walls that I have built. . And just then, through the darkest dungeons of my mind, another voice screams. faintly at first, and slowly growing through the silent echoes, till I hear it loud and clear. there is a sudden adrenaline rush and I feel the blood flowing through my numb fingers once again. I finish the remaining wine in a single gulp and listen to the voice closer. the "inner voice" just says me to stay calm keep going. relax take a breath and try. it instructs me to push my worries under the carpet of over-thinking and just keep walking. one step at a time. not to worry about the outcomes, but simply keep trying. one step at a time. . . and that is what life all about - to keep trying. time and again you will be convinced to quit. to run away. to hide. to procrastinate. to find excuses. to blame your circumstances. to give up before even trying .we find all sorts of comfortable reasons and fill our head with soft, comforting lies and start constructing a world of delusion. put in all kinds of efforts to shove away the (hard) work and trade it with the (easy) sense of relief. do you think that helps? No. . . (Continued in comment section) . .
God is a poet, and the world is His poetry. Everything that exists anywhere, Anything that exists everywhere. I hear His songs in the whispers of wind, the dance of waves, the words of Shakespeare. I see Him floating in the emptiness of air, the birds soaring and fishes floating. I feel His touch in the caress of my mother, the eyes of my lover, every breath of my prayer. . God is a poet and can you tell me His best poem? Is it when the Sun kisses the horizon, the river crying an ocean, Or the clouds playing peekaboo, the call of a cuckoo. Or is it in the ecstasy of birth? a home called Earth. The ageless ballad of love, a thing of beauty in the dance of divinity. . God is a poet and the world His muse. the alliteration of a stream through boulders, crass cacophony, humans, and animals, the imagery of our imagination, day and night, the seasons, all in repetition. Men who could rhyme, a perfect personification, onomatopoeia of language, and the cliché of speech. . God is a poet and His allegory is beyond our reach, till we realize the metaphors, the oxymoron and ironies of our life. And bask in the glory of nature, effortlessly letting go of ego and embracing everything in pure happiness. Diamonds in the sky, the songbird that refused to fly, a grain of salt, the silence of mountains, the roaring thunder, oh, foolish heart, tell me, whom do you fear to surrender? . God is a poet and we all are his living poems. Those days are gone and so will we be. I stand in line for my turn to come, reading pieces from your composition. And while I am here, come hold me in your arms, while I turn another leaf from my book of poetry, spilling words with the imprints of your Love. . . Art by @broken_isnt_bad 🖤 . . Tagging some of my favorite poets and poetesses🖤💖🖤 . . . #WorldPoetryDay #poetrybyarnumb #poem #poemsporn #poetry #poetrycommunity #illogical #god #poet#poeticjustice#spilledink#life#trip#earth#death#science#spiritual #yoga#write#word#poetsofinstagram #writingcommunity#poemsporn #wow#shoutout#art#wordart#blackandwhite . . .
"Are you stoned?" "Do I look stoned?" She giggled. "Always.." She turned to look at my face, "Yes, positively, yes!" She giggled again, the wind slowly lifting her hair to reveal her dimples. I turned away, looking at the vast ocean, mainly because I did not want her to see my awfully swollen red eyes while I blurted out sweet nothings to her. "No, but I am serious..." "You never are serious," her eyebrows shot upwards, hiding the dimple on her right cheek, "that is why we are not together anymore..." She thought she was sure of the reasons, and I was sure only about the love. What if, words could express the feelings of a heart that has stopped feeling anything, anymore, and beats every moment to simply keep trying. "You see there?" I pointed at the vast ocean and she nodded, "that is me, the waves. And here, " I turned back, nudging her towards the shoreline, the vastness of golden sand around us. "This is you.." I smiled and waited for her to smile back at me. "I know how to keep rushing back at you..." She didn't smile, stood still and kept staring at me, perhaps wondering if I were still high. Captured in that moment with us, the waves roared louder and the beach kept shining in its solitary silence. A wave came slowly towards us, caressing our feet. Our eyes met again, this time accompanied by the touch of our fingers and the sparkle of her dimpled cheeks. . . . #theonewhogotaway #poemsbyarnumb . . . (at Vagator,Goa)
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The same old feeling Everytime You see the waves receding And the sand slipping under your feet. The same old feeling Everytime You see the Sun fading And the moon hiding among the stars. The same old feeling Everytime You see cold lovers separating And no warm hugs by your side. And can you tell my old fashioned heart, How you keep getting the same old feelings With these brand new stories full of ironies? . . . . #poemsporn#poetryislife #poemsbyarnumb#spilled#thoughts#feelings#pain#poetrybyme #poetrybymeasia@illogicalpoemworld @poetrybyme#poetsofintsagram #life#beach#wordart#poetry #writersofinstagram#songs#sun#sunset#quotes#wow #instalike#vscoart . . .
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Why a day for the woman? To the old lady spinning her wheel, to the mother feeding her son, to the wife eating cold leftovers, to the daughter who got molested to the girl child who was rejected, in the womb, in the school, in the streets, mistreated, mishandled, misbehaved. And all they silently screamed was for some love, some respect, and a tincture of equality, some acknowledgement and perhaps a token of thanks. Why a day for the woman? To fill your phones with glittery messages, long texts and shallow intentions, shower a couple of coupon vouchers, to feel pampered a day, and beaten, raped, from the next. To the men who dare, to the fathers who don't care, to the husbands who never spare, this isn't a day to let go unrealised, to let those rich fuckers pollute our head with some more crap while we lie rotting and dying in this worldly trap. Why a day for the woman? when the nature evolves through her womb, when the body that nourished, ends up being punished, it is going to be the same pathetic game, a lot of heavy words for today, and none from tomorrow, while the woman who loved, weeps in sorrow. To the society that rejects, to the world that hates, to the mob that judges to the chosen leaders who shove their version of idealism into everyone's head. She gifted us this breath, and our actions choke her dead. The mother Earth is calling out to take care of its daughters, be the man, husband or son, who can justify - Why just a (single) day for the woman? . . . //More power to all the women out there😇😘// . . #doodlesbyhimani #poemsbyarnumb . . . . . #poemsporn #poetryislife#poetic #poem #indianpoet#woman#power #women #womenday #feminism #shakti#female#feeling#writersnetwork #wordporn#wordart#doodles #art#life#nature#society#fuck#invocation #artist #mother#Love #poetry #spiritual #likeforlike#bymepoetry . . .
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Tonight, the words have refused to pour. The thoughts still keep on raining🌧️ . . . . . . #poeticjustice #white#blackandwhite #thoughts#wordporn#poemsporn#poemsbyarnumb #effect #life#wounds#scar#writersnetwork #poetsofintsagram #writingislife #illogical #life#trip#peace#wander#dream#invocation#peace#spilledink#prose#poems#wakeandbake #shoutout#like4follow . . . .