Floating in Words🪄

My commitments for him🫂❤️ His tangled thoughts, his stressed temper, His overwhelmed mind, his bad mood, I'll light up the candles for him. I'll ventilate the love hidden within him. Insecure for his butterfly, if she ever flies, Ensuring him she will stay with you, Even if she knows how to fly. Losing people, traumatic events, Pessimistic thoughts, lowering his shine, I'll guard him from his fears. I'll fight against the world if he sheds a single tear. Losing hope, feeling low, Insecure for his own cons, I'll tell all the good When all he sees is bad about himself. Glowing his face Like a warm wind. Night whispers, overthinking storms, I'll be the warmth to calm his tone. Helping him love again, doing all the stuff for him, Bloom like a flower again, chirping like a bird again. Success beats his door, I'll do the loudest clap. Failure beats his confidence, I'll be the shoulder always. In his good, maybe, but in his bad, always. Holding him tight, Loving him deep, Kissing him hard, To see his smile more bright. Pushing him hard, letting him hustle, Make him grind, to make us proud. Hugging him tight, forgetting his flaws, I'll love him like the moon loved the stars. I LOVE YOU SOO MUCH💖 - HIMM By KANHA https://t.me/akkkkuu_2025 https://t.me/poemsocietyy

The Temple Of Tong In the Temple of Tong, where tomb hold macabre monk, Dolls cry, their innocence tainted by lingering dread, As it is awaken from foreign presence, filling the night with dread. It sings an arcane ditty, The misty smile is so pretty. Scythe of wind incisions the crevice, Audacity is shattered by a shudder into the pelvis. A motionless Eldritch presence whispers, its voice a serpent's hiss, Leaving palpitate vision and flickering lights upon the tottering flesh. Symphony of silence echoes through darkness' ever-encroaching night, Bloodlines kissed by destiny's cursed lips embrace their greeted plight. In the end, a perplexing enigma remains: The blurry mystery and darkness's deft stain. Hanu Saxena

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Dekhke shakl meri, kiska ayina hu mai? Yr shakl hu or yr me phana hu mai, Pta lga re koe mere pate ka pata? Mere pate ka, pta chla hu mai, Loog kehete hai ki Allah ki suhrat hi ni, Mera darshad hai tu, kisko dhunda hu mai, Dekhke shakl meri, kiska ayina hu mai, Yr shakl hu or yr me phana hu mai💖

The End of You! Far away, once a soul met his charmer, Unveiling every bit with a beauty farmer. Learning to take care of his personas' armour, Turns every experience to a symphonic harbour, The promise made with no intent to breaker, Communion always reveals wounds mending sacre, Maudlin confluences with me as precious nacre, The offshore never felt by me but she the only seer, The barter of efforts holding us from inside, The famously said "the connoisseurs usually died". The tyro is me, her epitome smiled, Doomsday about to happen was an unexpected tide, So let it be...

गिरफ़्तार यूँ बैठा हूँ, दिल का इज़हार, थम सा गया है, झरोखे से आशाएँ दिखती हैं बस। मालूम-ए-इक़रार, मयख़ाना बन सा गया है, कामिल कमान को करम के कफ़न से कमाकर, ख़ामोश-कोश हैं बस। — By Hanu!

तो प्रश्न क्यों नहीं पूछते हो? प्रश्न पूछने पर, राज़ी, रुस्वा हो जाते हैं, प्रश्न पूछने पर, काज़ी, करम-ए-इल्म फ़रमाते हैं। प्रश्न पूछने पर, ब-तदरीज़, नक़ाब उड़वाते हैं, प्रश्न पूछने पर, हुकूमत, शराब बँटवाती है। प्रश्न पूछने पर, हुस्न-ए-कुदरत को 'अता-ए-इलाही' बताते हैं, प्रश्न पूछने पर, अस्मत-दरी को साहिबा की खता बतलाते हैं। महज़ एक हथियार से बात नहीं बनती, दूर तलक जाने को तीर और कमान दोनों होने चाहिए! लड़ो अपनी आवाज़ के लिए, जवाब नहीं, अधिकार लो। By Hanu

कैसे अपना लूँ उस इंसान को फिर, जिसने बस मेरे हाल पर छोड़ दिया, लौटा फिर से तो मैं मैला था, कैसे जाम लूँ उसके नाम पे फिर? By Hanu

टूटे ज़ख्म उसे गंभीर लगते हैं, पर कभी वो ज़ख्म का राज़-ए-मिज़ाज भी आए पूछने अल्फ़ाज़ से।

Meri talab tha ek shaqs Wo jo nahi mila to fir Hath dua se yun utha Bhul gya sawaal bhi💔

Vineet Vinay Vibhay Vshwaash ki sham me, Hum binimaan-e- bazaar bnnke reh gye💔

Sakaar rishte me koe daraar ni, Ishwar ne ki jo, koe inkaar ni, Dil me rkh kr, rooj kaha ni, Khoya nisha me almaas, abhi Mila ni

Kitabein aur zindagi ❤️! बेतरतीब किताबें तो ठीक की जा सकती लेकिन बेतरतीब ज़िंदगी आसान नहीं होती। हाँ, उसे भी सही किया जा सकता है, मगर उसके लिए सिर्फ पन्ने नहीं, पूरी ज़िंदगी फिर से खोलनी पड़ती पुरानी उलझनों को सुलझाना, टूटे धागों को जोड़ना और खुद को नए सिरे से बुनना पड़ता By kanha

ULJHANEIN AUR SOCH अनजाने रास्तों पर लोग जाते हैं, यूं उलझनों में उलझ कर ख़यालों में खो जाते हैं। ख़ास होते हैं कुछ लोग जो सोचते बहुत हैं, कहते नहीं किसी से मगर फ़िक्र करते बहुत हैं। मानते हैं सभी को मगर दिखाते बिल्कुल नहीं। डर है दूर हो जाने का, प्यार जताते तक नहीं। सोचना, सोचना और इतना सोचना कि ख़्वाबों में उलझ कर रह जाते हैं। ख़ुद से ज़्यादा दूसरों का सोच कर ख़ुद को कई दर्द चुपचाप दे जाते हैं। सोचते-सोचते कब सब कट जाएगा, इक्तलाह नहीं देते। बहुत प्यारे होते हैं वो लोग जो अनजाने रास्तों पर निकल पड़ते हैं सोचने के लिए… ~kanha[SIW] Just a few words about OVERTHINKERS hope you like it REACTTTT

So long! I'm sitting in the melancholic dark and perplexed alcove, so gloomy, And outside my sanguine aperture, I catch the shine of a yellowish ruby. I wrongly brought a plastic chair moves gently back and forth, And inside my psyche, my half-baked thoughts are chaotically rude. My weary eyes on the mica-coated table caught a transparent bottle, Half filled and the rest filled with my numb feelings, in thirteen pieces, patiently slaughtered. I tried to weave what I impatiently feel, but my robustly soft hand stopped midway, Unable to articulate my thoughts are crafted into impressive words, and so they lay. ~ Hanu

Bowtie From heat— I sought refuge in the cold chamber. From the cold chamber— I fled to the coffin. And from the coffin? Only empty hands bury the solar system inside me. Though coffins may be the cheapest rooms in real estate ads, no cell is more solitary than a grave. Please remember us— all of us— in a single tomb. We are buried incomplete because our bones are stuck in your throat. With your umbrella, you tried to take revenge on the sun. But didn’t you hear? Even “sun” whispers “water.” From the conspiracy between rain and sunlight, grant the dream of a rainbow to the evaporated hope of water— now sold in aquariums. Though bottled, a state of fish has been dismantled. Which fountain can survive its neck severed? Where on the river’s throat do the dam’s fingerprints vanish in purification plants? From bruised throats, a museum of fingerprints has emerged. Even the observer has closed his eyes. These tickets— which field of vision do they open? Desire— drenched between the eyes and the sea. From all the temptations that chased a kite, only a diamond remains on the geometry test. A butterfly divided the world between two wings. For the crime of unusual colors, it was denied a colored photograph. The butterfly’s bright thoughts escaped the cocoon too soon. In an age of color extinction, the colors chose suicide in black-and-white themes. I didn’t paint— but I stretched new canvases for old paintings. Photos, forgotten by memory— yet one of them will settle, eventually, in the frame of our obituary. As painters and photographers, we agreed on the truth of faces, yet clashed as deeply as our tools. Still— our hands are the latest fashion in bowties: designed to grip collars. — Aref Moallemi

This strange feel... On the flesh you carved Or my peace you narrowed Or the laughter you borrowed... Is this real... Shocking my nerves Breaking my bones Shattering my emotions... Could I deal... Waking my eyes in pain Tears drowning my cheeks in rain Pitching my soul to drain... Would I heal... Crystals of white fears As my heavy tears, Ran to calm your fierce. And yet and yet and yet, You brushed salt Of your every fault Right over the flesh You carved, Gleaming peace amidst The red blood crying On my would... Could I smile... Would I be alive... But one for sure, That my soul is in harm Around your arm... -Aiden

Relationships are like Birds 🕊️✨ If you hold tightly, they die.🍂 If you hold lightly, they will fly.🎋 But if you hold with care, 🤍 they remain with you forever ♾️