Smile. Be a hero, Be your saving grace, But my exhausted bones scream, As I stand to present my case. I'm not a hero, I'm not saving face. Each breath humiliates my very existence. You say what I feel isn't real, You say it's all in my head, I'd never wish you dead, Never pray for your pain, But as your hollow motivation hits my weary ears in vain I end up wishing you my pain, and watch morbidly as you bear this labour and try to smile, be a saving grace. excerpt from a book I am working on. Perhaps the most intense work I have written. It's dark. It's painful. But it's raw and real. Here's

excerpt from a book I am working on. Perhaps the most intense work I have written. It's dark. It's painful. But it's raw and real. Here's #Pain #yqbaba

Smile.
Be a hero,
Be your saving grace,
But my exhausted
bones scream,
As I stand to present my case.
I'm not a hero,
I'm not saving face.
Each breath humiliates
my very existence.
You say what I feel isn't real,
You say it's all in my head,
I'd never wish you dead,
Never pray for your pain,
But as your hollow motivation
hits my weary ears in vain
I end up wishing you my pain,
and watch morbidly as you
bear this labour and try
to smile, be a saving grace. excerpt from a book I am working on.

Perhaps the most intense work I have written. It's dark. It's painful. But it's raw and real.

Here's

Nitin Suresh

#OpenPoetry Summers could not be enjoyed for the warmth, for there were winters that came ever so frequent Every joy had to be for a cause Every laughter a draft of unfinished business Excerpt from my Book on poetry #theturmoilwithin

Excerpt from my Book on poetry #theturmoilwithin #OpenPoetry

#OpenPoetry Summers could not
be enjoyed for the warmth,
for there were winters
that came ever so frequent
Every joy had
to be for a cause
Every laughter a
draft of unfinished business Excerpt from my Book on poetry
#theturmoilwithin

redstripes.

I am not a player. I am just a staunch believer in the fact that love, is not meant to be restricted to just one When it could soar the multiverse and sail horizons When it could pluck at your heart strings in a thousand different ways With a thousand different men A thousand different personalities When you could flicker it to a million souls Like dandelions in the wind... Why explore one, when you could explore all? Excerpt, from a bigger thing.

Excerpt, from a bigger thing.

I am not a player.
I am just a staunch believer in the fact that love,
is not meant to be restricted to just one
When it could soar the multiverse and sail horizons
When it could pluck at your heart strings in a thousand different ways
With a thousand different men
A thousand different personalities
When you could flicker it to a million souls
Like dandelions in the wind...

Why explore one,
when you could explore all? Excerpt, from a bigger thing.

Vachaknavi Sarma (Hiya)

An excerpt from my first book wildimagination poem poetry brother brotherlove brothersister void #best_poetry

Nitin Suresh

Their love was hard bake in the sunshine Until they found harmony amidst their roller coaster, Their warmth in the togetherness and joy Of making simple things for their wonderful world Excerpt from my latest book The turmoil within Now available on Flipkart and Amazon

Excerpt from my latest book The turmoil within Now available on Flipkart and Amazon

Their love was hard bake in
the sunshine
Until they found harmony
amidst their
roller coaster,
Their warmth in the
togetherness and joy
Of making simple
things for their wonderful world Excerpt from my latest book
The turmoil within
Now available on Flipkart and Amazon

Bharath Nandibhatla

Crave for moments that better you. Not just those that better your past. Life gives you just those. It has a way to ensure you're worth dying for. Excerpt from an old poem. An excerpt from the past. This excerpt bettered me today. Not necessarily, my past. #better #past #repost

Excerpt from an old poem. An excerpt from the past. This excerpt bettered me today. Not necessarily, my past. #better #Past #repost

Crave for moments
that better you.
Not just those
that better your past.

Life gives you just those.
It has a way to ensure
you're worth dying for. Excerpt from an old poem.
An excerpt from the past.
This excerpt bettered me today. Not necessarily, my past.
#better #past #repost

Lc B

...The family that you’re born to Don’t always necessarily warm to you Sometimes the fam you choose is better When the times get rough and the winter falls They’ll give you a roof and a sweater Look upon these times fondly as part of your personal show Just keep tabs as you go cause you know, we all gotta grow -- exerpt From The Inside ©2013 LCBey Excerpt From The Inside

...The family that you’re born to
Don’t always necessarily warm to you
Sometimes the fam you choose is better
When the times get rough and the winter falls
They’ll give you a roof and a sweater
Look upon these times fondly as part of your personal show
Just keep tabs as you go cause you know, we all gotta grow

-- exerpt From The Inside ©2013 LCBey
Excerpt From The Inside

Shravanthi Iyer

I don't need a proof that you love me You need not tell me that you love me... Your gestures, signs and expressions speak louder than your words..., #sign #proof #yqbaba These words are an excerpt from the conversation between Maya and Shankar.... From my book MayaShankaram :)

#Sign #proof #yqbaba These words are an excerpt from the conversation between Maya and Shankar.... From my book MayaShankaram :)

I don't need a proof that you love me
You need not tell me that you love me...
Your gestures, signs and expressions speak louder than your words..., #sign #proof #yqbaba
These words are an excerpt from the conversation between Maya and Shankar.... From my book MayaShankaram :)

Smriti Maurya

and there is a spiral staircase, which leads to a third room. its almost empty but for a cup of tears. a blank journal. green ink. and a quill. to write the stories and write heartache. - Smriti Maurya An excerpt from "If I were a house" #Home #story #poem #Nojoto

An excerpt from "If I were a house" Home story poem

and there is a spiral staircase,
which leads to a third room.
its almost empty but for
a cup of tears.
a blank journal.
green ink.
and
a quill.
to write the stories and write heartache.
- Smriti Maurya An excerpt from "If I were a house" #Home
#story
#poem
#Nojoto

Rabiya Nizam

"Veiled behind the stoicism Brew the rancom; But everyday get spent in longing In the hope of that person realising your buried dreams, And then one day it all ceases, Like myriad of other unheeded stories Untold!!" #love #yqbaba #poetry Am excerpt from upcoming poetry

love #yqbaba poetry Am excerpt from upcoming poetry

"Veiled behind the stoicism
Brew the rancom;
But everyday get spent in longing
In the hope of that person realising your buried dreams,
And then one day it all ceases,
Like myriad of other unheeded stories
Untold!!" #love
#yqbaba
#poetry
Am excerpt from upcoming poetry

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