Letters Words spread out into thoughts Thoughts conveyed into words Letters and poems and quotes Writing them sometimes hurts Recalling times and moments Moments remembered in time Replayed throughout the mind In the head and heart they bind Future anticipation of memories Hoping that you will never forget Distant and long time left behind Wishing of dreaming of them in death ©Schizology Letters #letters #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #missed

Letters #letters poem✍🧡🧡💛 #missed

Letters

Words spread out into thoughts
Thoughts conveyed into words
Letters and poems and quotes
Writing them sometimes hurts

Recalling times and moments
Moments remembered in time
Replayed throughout the mind
In the head and heart they bind

Future anticipation of memories
Hoping that you will never forget
Distant and long time left behind
Wishing of dreaming of them in death

©Schizology Letters

#letters #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #missed

Thenickstreamer

part 3

Nitesh Kumar

part 3

Thenickstreamer

part 3

wild flower

White If the hundreds of unaddressed letters bled from my heart could speak, you'd know how much I love you... ©wild flower #Sad_Status #letters #Love

#Sad_Status #letters #Love

Nitesh Kumar

part 3

मैं चराग़ों की तरफ़

भरोसा टूटने की आवाज नहीं होती लेकिन गूंज ज़िंदगी भर सुनाई देती है ©मैं चराग़ों की तरफ़ #diary

#diary

डॉ राघवेन्द्र

Dear Diary ✍️आज की डायरी✍️ अब कहाँ वक़्त मिलता है किसी को दो पल साथ रहने का , ज़िन्दगी के कश्मकश में लोग अपने को भी भूल जाते हैं । कुसूर समय का है या ख़ुद का ये समझ नहीं आता है हमें , बदलाव के इस दौर में, इन्सान में इन्सान नज़र नहीं आते हैं ।। ✍️नीरज✍️ ©डॉ राघवेन्द्र #diary

#diary

Avinash Jha

White In quiet corners, bound and small, I wait to catch your every call. With pages pure, a canvas wide, I guard the whispers you confide. A treasury of thoughts and dreams, Of fleeting moments and secret schemes. Each word you etch, a life it claims, A silent witness to joys and pains. Through ink-stained nights and candle's glow, I feel the tides of your heart’s flow. From triumph's roar to sorrow’s plea, I cradle all, your memory’s key. Years may pass, and hands may fade, Yet in my arms, your past is laid. A timeless mirror, a faithful friend, I hold your stories till the end. ©Avinash Jha #diary #The_Keeper_of_Time

#diary #The_Keeper_of_Time

White In quiet corners, bound and small,
I wait to catch your every call.
With pages pure, a canvas wide,
I guard the whispers you confide.

A treasury of thoughts and dreams,
Of fleeting moments and secret schemes.
Each word you etch, a life it claims,
A silent witness to joys and pains.

Through ink-stained nights and candle's glow,
I feel the tides of your heart’s flow.
From triumph's roar to sorrow’s plea,
I cradle all, your memory’s key.

Years may pass, and hands may fade,
Yet in my arms, your past is laid.
A timeless mirror, a faithful friend,
I hold your stories till the end.

©Avinash Jha #diary
#The_Keeper_of_Time

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