melancholic vøice

Living in my personal skull-sized hell

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Hello. I hope you're having a good day, and if you're not, somedays can kill your soul in a second but the beauty of the soul is that it can rekindle again and again if you really want to keep fighting, so never give up.

I'm Vøiz, 18 years old and writing is my hobby and a passion. I aspire to be a music producer. And i love flowers.

Every original post i make is an original idea or line if not otherwise mentioned.

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My poems: #write it voiz

Random thoughts in words: #voized my day

Hindi poems/shaayris: #likhde voiz

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Tum saath ho, ya na ho, kya fark hai,

Bedard thi zindagi, bedard hai.

Kal tak the inn baahon mai,

Aaj band ho inn kitaabon mai, kya fark hai.

Dekhta tha chatt par baithe taare kabhi,

Par aaj deewaron ke dhabbe bhi lagte hai pyaare sabhi, kya fark hai.

Kal tak jo chehra jaan ki jaan tha,

Aaj wo chehra hi anjaan hai, kya fark hai.

Tum saath ho, ya na ho, kya fark hai,

Bedard thi zindagi, bedard hai.

Aankhon mai jinki kabhi haste the,

Unhi aankhon ke aansun aaj lagte saste hai, kya fark hai.

Jinn labzon pe kabhi thi manmani,

Aaj phir boli unn labzon ki lagti hai anjaani, kya fark hai.

Kal ke liye banaye the jo kisse wo yaad hai,

Par aaj wo kisse yaad kr lagte beswaad hai, kya fark hai.

Inspired by

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Little pieces grabbed and tied, since the day we last died

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A sin of me, is that i am me

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I know i haven't written for months but if i start, I might lose a part of me to the paper

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Why am I keeping you alive in my memories

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An Insta page for this blog

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Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heavens

W. B. Yeats

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What are humans now? Can I be one of them? Will you accept me then?

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We should be talking about how beautifully insane Franz Kafka was

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I'm so indulged in thoughts that now I'm probably not a human anymore, but a mass of solidified memories

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I shouldn't be left alone with my thoughts

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There are songs on which we've danced to all night in my dreams

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I don't miss you, but my soul does

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So as it turns out. I'm better at writing love letters than at writing poems

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Someday I'll lose the little of what I have left of me. Someday I'll become someone that I'm not. The ways i keep killing pieces of me, how much of me is still alive?

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It's not fair how i feel like I lost you. I never had you in the first place