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Ezha Valavan
White timeless poems by rabindranaththakur...😇🙃 ©Ezha Valavan #timelesstruth #poems #Emotional
Santosh Jangam
"Unspoken Love" In wordless realms, our bond holds sway, Emotions silent, yet they betray. Heart's desires, in stolen glance, Flames ablaze, in silent dance. Loyalty firm, yet mind does roam, Seeking solace, amidst tempest's foam. Touches speak, where words retreat, Parting joy, sorrows fleet. Laughter's call, with sigh embraced, In imperfect world, love's grace. Pleasure's dance, in transient trance, Thread of wisdom, in life's advance. I, star bright, in vast expanse above, Spreading peace, with steadfast love." ©Santosh Jangam #"Unspoken Love" The moral of the poem is that love speaks through silent gestures, enduring despite challenges, and offering solace amids
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क्यों तकल्लुफ करें ये कहने मे, जो भी खुश हैं हम उससे जलते हैं। -जॉन एलिया ©साहित्य संजीवनी #oddone #Shayari #Shayar #poems
Nitin K. Ravi
Unspoken Bond "I've always fancied girls who can make me feel young, both physically and emotionally. So, someone around 19-25 will do. Can I have one?" he pondered aloud in the dimly lit brothel. "I've hardly seen men going for immature ones," the Madamé retorted, to which he remained silent. "Bhagat, get him Celine," she instructed the man standing behind her. Bhagat motioned for him to follow, leading him through a passage to a room where Celine awaited. She appeared young, likely in her twenties, with dark hair, parted in the middle, big, dark, kohl-lined eyes, and a dimple on her left cheek. Tall with fair complexion, she wore a purple top, her lips as red as roses with cherry-like lip gloss. As they arrived, he noticed Bhagat and Celine exchanging glances before he was ushered in. Upon entering the room, he was struck by a painting on the wall, triggering a flood of memories. Shaking off the sensation, he found Celine sitting on the bed, legs parted, inviting him. After some awkward glances, she began to undress. "Let's break some walls today," he interjected before she could fully undress. "Sir, we are whores, and whores are not allowed to build walls around them, so there are no walls to break," she responded firmly. "But I see many," he countered, locking eyes with her. "We aren't allowed to make peace, do what you have come here for, and leave, mister," she insisted. He smiled, lighting a cigarette, and remarked, "I've been with many prostitutes, but you are different." "Everyone says the same," she laughed. "But not everyone makes you feel the same," he replied instantly. "Sir, prostitutes are not allowed to fall in love," she stated, meeting his gaze. "But men are allowed to fall in love with prostitutes," he reasoned. "There is hardly anyone left to fall in love with." A heavy silence enveloped the room until she finally spoke. "The walls of this room have witnessed enough chaos, tranquility, and different shades of skin" "We're more alike than you think," he admitted after a moment's reflection. "Have you also sold your body?" she inquired softly. "No, but I once fell in love with someone," he confessed tearfully and after a pause continued "She was fond of buying portraits. She had the same painting that hangs on the wall of this room. I've been to this brothel many times, but I've never seen the painting before. When I did, it reminded me of her." She grasped his hand tightly, offering solace. Taking a long drag of his cigarette, he asked, "Don't you dream of being free?" "Dreaming is pleasant until it clashes with reality," she replied, turning away to reveal belt marks on her back, remnants of a failed escape attempt. "People usually come here for a little fun after work, to feel loved, or to satisfy their lust," she continued after a pause. "Everyone wants to love and be loved," he remarked. "Not everyone. We're not even allowed to mention that word, let alone wish for it," she asserted. "It's ironic how someone who makes others feel loved isn't allowed to dream of it," he mused. "Shall we proceed with why we're here?" she interrupted the silence, to which he responded, "No, I don't feel like having sex with you." "Then what do you feel?" she inquired. "I feel like I need love, not sex," he confessed and kept 3000 ₹ on bed. "Sir, I think you're in the wrong place. You can leave now," she insisted, returning the money he had left on the bed. "Let's hope we won't meet again," she added, turning away without meeting his gaze. "Why?" he asked. "Because it would be painful for you, and peaceful for me," she replied. "We'll meet again, in a world where there's fear but also courage. Selling your skin takes courage. Standing up for yourself takes even more." Saying that, he placed the money in a drawer near the door and exited the room. ©Nitin K. Ravi Unspoken Bond #Love #sad_feeling #Broken #ishq #Dard #Pain #SAD
मुझे अपनी ही जिंदगी से इतनी नफरत हो गई
Schizology
Words Those Words that make me blush Those Comments that turn me to mush From A sentence that gives me chills From A thought that would thrill It's Something uttered that gets me high It's Remarks spoken to make me fly That's A language made of a million cultures That's Beautifully weaved you have structured Some Eloquent sounds formed by your lips Some Sensual movements slow like an eclipse Your Mouth gestures made by a remarkable mind Your Breathtaking vocals now have me inclined Suppose We take your acoustics and make a duet Suppose Afterwards we could both enjoy a cigarette ©Schizology Words #words #poem✍🧡🧡💛 #love❤
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इश्क़ हम तेरे तलबगार नहीं हो सकते हो भी जाएँ तो अदाकार नहीं हो सकते Veer ©साहित्य संजीवनी #wholegrain #Poetry #kavita #Hindi #urdu #poems
The PenS Sayings
Ek Jung chedi huii hai mere Dil aur Dimaag ke darmiyaan, Dimaag Usko bhool ne ki har Kosish kar raha aur Dil ko Uske siwaa Kuch Yaad hI nahin.. ©The PenS Sayings Ek Jung.. #mountainsnearme #alone #solitude #Love #ishq #Judaai #poems #Shayari