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The closer the star is , more bright is its shine ; isn't it same for people . The closest appears the most lightened . But the beauty of the moon remains , when being far , the close it comes ....more it faints . But I like the paleness of it , when it passes quietly through the heavy clouds during night ; likewise some souls pass by the crowd , holding the storm inside them but appearing as calm as silent sea . Although I can't see any shore to my ocean (life) , yet bewildered and in chaos by it ... go on travelling it with a smile in the hope to find that one drop of purpose . Isn't this how everyone else survive ...or live ?
तुम भी एक झूठ हो , मैं भी एक झूट , झूठी सारी ये दुनिया है , धोखा है वो सारा जहान , जहा मिलती खुशियाँ हर किसी को हैं . इस समा में मैं भी गुम हूँ , तुम भी बेनिशाँ से , कागज़ और क़लम सी बेवक़्त मेरी ख्वाइशें रहीं हमेशा , शायर और ग़ज़ल से रूठे तुम भी रहे . मैं लिखती कहानियाँ रेतों सी , तुम बहाव से बहते रहते , ख़ामोश हर शब्द रहे मेरे , दुआ बनके तुम गायब होते रहते .
क्या गम थे , उन लबों पे छुपे हुए ,उन आँखों में बसे थे जो , अधूरी हसी बनके . कहा है वो परिंदा , कहा हैं वो फ़रिश्ता ,
एक आग सा बना है तो वो ओस कि बूंदो सा जमा हुआ ,
कहा छुपी है वो मोम सी गुड़िया इस इंसानी लिबाज़ में , ढूंढ सकता है जिसे बस वो हैवान हर अंदाज़ में . कहानी है ये अलग़ मिज़ाज कि , दो रास्ते अलग निशान के , न वो जाने है गुम कहा उसकी मंजिल, न ही पहचाने वो कहा ठहरी हैं उसकी ख्वाइश .
세계 는 꽤 엉망 입니다 . 세계 라는 말은 확실히 식물 이나 산 , 비를 의미 하는 것이 아닙니다 ....그들은 훌륭합니다 . 전체적으로 지저분한 것은 사람들 입니다 . 하지만 여전히 일부가 있습니다....제 말은 좀 덜 엉망이거나 우리가 참는 것을 꺼려하지 않는 소수의 사람들이 있다는 뜻입니다.
La pluie ne tombe pas sur ceux sous la verrière et tu étais celle-là pour moi.Nous étions amateurs de pluie, ensemble cela a apporté à la fois la douleur et les souvenirs.J'ai été soulagé par sa douceur et tu as été touché par sa nature impalpable.
Words choke the inner urge to justify self
Spelt
Spelt in a wrong way with the purest intentions held by the eyes , will it work ; I chuckled .
The chill in the spine all down to the legs shivers the soul , so I paced down a little.
Fireworks were all around the sky , like the fireflies rocketing upwardly , but my eyes were just on the smooth smile , that curled little downwards.
Strange sensations flew all way through my body , I was quiet before I spelt .
The nights groomed mysteriously , I was awake till the silence swept over the city . Eyes were tired , so was soul ; remained the old insecurities intact as I admired . Conversations never happened , serenity was not attained , confusions were all around me being so justified , as I stared in the extreme darkness , my pain became stained . The knots of the wish and desperation of facing it felt so warm , my body was although at the same place , the soul went alone to elope.
Resurfacing your words from the moment I first saw you , I was just a bystander who unintentionally got my eyes on you . It was all my misunderstanding after that , but that had made all the difference . Your eyes when met mine , the wind felt like it had mixed scented flowers with sunshine . That smile , so warm ; I guess something was different in you among other around me , that I still can get over you . No regrets , no disappointment , all moments bitter and sweet , all smiles and fights . I just wish I can meet you again in this lifetime , and I thing that is going to be right.
How beautiful ...
His eyes was completely mesmerised by her smile , her lips curling outwards . He realised , how beautiful can a painful smile be . Those ashes of her burnt memories penned on that diary were like a memorial to that day . It took seconds for the lighter to lit those heartfelt pages , whose every word was imprinted on her heart . As she decided to step ahead for herself , he could feel her soul in that little giggle .