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We have emptied our souls in Our songs and poems Drained ourselves of every drop of sweat in Our dances and parkours and what not. And now we just sit here Waiting to get viral. -------------------------------- Measuring up for failed exams and Lost jobs, Making up for empty life's With a million likes. Well, atleast trying. ------------------------------ No talkers no regulars Neither workers nor experts A blinded hoarde of creators. Normal is just another word for life less I have heard. So I give up my life to be not normal. Dear god, what else will it take to get viral. -------- My food is an instagram photo. My opinion a facebook post. My rebellion is a 140 character twitter rant And my life is a Truman show Thanks to Snapchat. --------------------------------- So we'll upload our emotions foiled and packaged, And if stories aren't touchy enough we'll do what we do best And create them. --------- #sabab #sighworthy #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #viral #writingcommunity #poetry

🎙#Hamari #Zillat Aur #Ruswai #Ka #Sabab #Kaun ? —Fazeelat Us Shaikh Abdul Azeem Umari Madani ( حفظه الله ) Ustad Jamiya Darussalam Oomerabad (at Charminar Masjid Ahle Hadeeth Bangalore) https://www.instagram.com/p/B6PtC9VJOd9/?igshid=5kh7mvpbykp4

I have a blue, Deep down below In silence it bellows, Maybe it's small But its like a pin prick i holler. It's not solid or brittle that I can Beat into a shape And store in some distant shelf. It has left my heart and Now crawls on walls and windows, On my collars and cuffs It's goey so its stick to my palms. Often it slithers up to my face And all it's shades go to waste. This blue is a magical blue Maybe sinister and tragical blue, It covers my red and white My expression in a tinted light, And so what you say and what you mean Sticks on this blue like orange and green. I do not know what the is blue, It has no identity, It leaves no clue. Everyone walks with their Hands dripping with color In which I search for mine. While they smother me in a shade new Telling me the other persons shade was gloom. I walk know with green and blues Thinking about the how my colors were skewed While everyone accuses me "How gullible are you dude?" _____________ मेरे अंदर एक नील है, चुप्पी में चुभती जो मन में कोई कील है। है ये लोहा भी नही के मार हतोड़े ढाल लूँ किसी कोने में दबा ही लूँ। ये सीने से निकल कर अब दीवारों पर आने लगा है, कॉलर पर, आस्तीनों पर मेरे हाथों पर चढ़ गया है। अक़्सर ये चेहरे पे आ जाता है फिर मेरा हर रंग फ़ीका रह जाता है। लाख कोशिशों बाद मेरा कोई रंग न बाहर आ पाता है, पर ये नील बहुत निराला है, जो दबता है दबाता है कोई और रंग फेंके तो झट चढ़ जाता है। अब ये नील भला क्या है कोई सुराग तो हो, निपटूं इससे तब जब कोई शनाख्त तो हो। बातों में सबकी कोई रंग गीला है जिंसमे मैं ख़ुद को ढूंढा करता हूँ, हर एक दूसरे का रंग ग़लत बताता है और कोई नई छाप छोड़ जाता है, मैं दबता रहता हूँ, जिससे मिलता हूँ कहता है "यार तुम तो बड़े gullible टाइप हो।" ______________ #sighworthy #sabab #pictureoftheday #phonography #mi #blue #writers #writinglife #writingcommunity #poetry #hindi

There is a raging, ferocious sea in my head. The blues and whites of my thoughts know No shores, Merely a lighthouse. A lighthouse that goes by the name of my beloved. ____________ Image creds: Michael Fenton. #sabab #sighworthy #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #mustread #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poets #blue

And at some point of time I stopped calling her by her name. And in those names that she found irritating i hid my smiles, My unsettling sighs. Hiding the surge, the calm That came with the casual sound of her name resonating in conversations i got into. #sabab #सबब #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #writing #poetry #poetsofinstagram

"maybe sometimes our poetry smell like rose water....." "That's what we do, writers and poets i mean. We simmer in our own thoughts like petals of flowers, in this elixir of moments; of time. Disintegrating word by word, muse by muse, Petal after petal Our stories seep out Like clamor And some times Maybe sometimes our poetry smells like rose water." #sabab #सबब #sighworthy #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #poetsofinstagram #poetry #writer

"Is anyone keeping a list of all these people who destroy themselves mourning others? Mourning untimely deaths of family, friends, mentors, companions; death of strands they were hanging on. The people for whom media was a nightmare for either making their loved one's a number in hundreds and thousands or for not even mentioning them because maybe the cause was not that big, the accident not tragic enough or maybe there was no mystery or greater propaganda involved. Does anyone think of all the empty seats in institutions after large scale bombings or deadly riots in the city? Does anyone go to dejected parents drowning their innards in alcohol and smoking there lungs to death because their only child died, or all of them did. Anyone thinks of hotel reservations of the deceased and what happens to their belongings? And what about the lost selves, promises that we made to the mirror, dreams that grew around a self like creepers; a self that doesn't exists anymore. All the thoughts, philosophies and ideologies that one grows out of like old clothes. Is anyone keeping a list of all these people that mourn the death of themselves?" #sabab #writersofinstagram #writersofindia #writingcommunity #writing #sighworthy #photography #photostory

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