कोई तलाश मुकम्मल चाहता है इरादा तेरा कोई अमल भी चाहता है चलो दिल की तरफ़,जो दिल चाहता है सफ़र यह अब छांव का पल चाहता है comforts of love #love #hindi #urdu #YQdidi #YQbaba

comforts of love love #Hindi #urdu #yqdidi #yqbaba

कोई तलाश मुकम्मल चाहता है
इरादा तेरा कोई अमल भी चाहता है

चलो दिल की तरफ़,जो दिल चाहता है
सफ़र यह अब छांव का पल चाहता है comforts of love
#love #hindi #urdu #YQdidi #YQbaba

Daniel Martin

Leave your Comforts!! When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not. If you want to see the beautiful world.. Then... You have to leave the city of your comfort and go into the wilderness of your intuition. What you'll discover will be wonderful. What you'll discover is yourself.. ©Daniel Martin ##Leave##Your##Comforts##

#Leave#Your#Comforts##

Sadam Hussain

When the words are enough music breezes to implement in life. Mucic comforts mind..

Mucic comforts mind..

Diwa

Perhaps, I have already become so unimportant to you; that i have been reduced to the little cobwebs, in that never-used closet; behind your bed. Mayhap, I have even evolved into the dirt, that persistently sticks to the soles of your feet; when you're just too lazy to wear your slippers, within your abode. Maybe, I am still blessed because you still recall that link we partook of. Or do you? Most predictably, I don't even surpass that austere checkpoint, anymore. I think, you have made the entrance, too heavily, armored; that anyone, with even a minuscule resemblance to me, is quickly driven away-- with hefty artillery, to say the least. Yes. I have become that ghostly specter, that haunts the outer perimeters of you; and you? You have transformed into my lost dwelling--forever, out of my reach. Of Home. #cobwebs #memory #home #yqbaba

Of Home. #Cobwebs #memory #Home #yqbaba

Perhaps, I have already become
so unimportant to you;
that i have been reduced to the
little cobwebs, in that never-used
closet; behind your bed.

Mayhap, I have even evolved into
the dirt, that persistently sticks
to the soles of your feet;
when you're just too lazy to wear
your slippers, within your abode.

Maybe, I am still blessed because
you still recall that link we partook of.
Or do you? Most predictably, I don't
even surpass that austere
checkpoint, anymore.

I think, you have made the entrance,
too heavily, armored; that anyone,
with even a minuscule resemblance
to me, is quickly driven away--
with hefty artillery, to say the least.

Yes. I have become that ghostly
specter, that haunts the outer
perimeters of you; and you? You
have transformed into my lost
dwelling--forever, out of my reach. Of Home.

#cobwebs #memory #home #yqbaba

Ireen J

Saint of Sorrow. I feel like a Great Sinner... By The Way, I Drag the Silver Blade... Across the Blue Veins of my Left Wrist. It's almost like, The Death Caressing to Calm me Down... Because I Die Sinful Way, Though I am A Saint of Sorrow. ©SlamPoet__ Death comforts the Heartbroken Soul.

Death comforts the Heartbroken Soul. #poem