सुनो! तुम्हारा ठिकाना आज भी महफूज़ है,
ये दिल अब भी तुम्हारी हीं याद में मशगूल है।
हां माना बेपनाह मोहब्बत आज भी सिर्फ़ तुमसे है,
पर यकीन मानो, तुम्हारा लौटना भी अब फ़िज़ूल है।।-
6 JUN 2020 AT 14:45
9 JUL 2017 AT 5:38
Some nights, when I'm alone, my emotions come out to play and keep me company. They act on stage for my inner demons, the directors of the play, whose whispers can be heard from miles away. They pull me in to watch with them. Sometimes they sing for us through fireworks of light.. But it's always set in an atmosphere of thick sorrow on the bleakest of nights.
They harden my lips into a perpetual smile, steal my tears of misery and fine-tune my music box, until my screams are directed to amplify internally. Leaving me with still illusions of never dying candles in the vacant room of my heart where I'm tethered, which now feels like home.
It is on these nights, I wish I was not alone.-
9 MAY 2018 AT 9:54
There are these people
who come into your life
and fill the cracks in your heart
with such beauty that
when they are gone,
you feel painfully vacant.
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17 JUL 2017 AT 4:03
Lost Words
As moon light filters through broken glass,
I lay here amidst a forest of hollow trees.
Static eyes, like bowls of blood,
my vacant heart, withering away beside me
He was stumbling through a park of thick weaves of branches and leaves.
Covered in gashes from pine trees, silky spider webs, and tripping over protruding roots. He walked right past me like I was never even there. I tried to call out to him, before realizing that I am in fact, trapped in a void of my former self, with my mouth sewn perfectly shut.
I'm chained in a darkened room. A room so sinister there is no way of knowing if I'm caged in a tiny box or if my whole world has been painted with shadows.
These emotions, they are greedy. They fill my body and soul with twisted metaphors of my unconscious feelings,
So as to deny me of making sense of them.
So as to deny me of speaking about them.
"Please, save me." I whispered. But it only merged with the ever whistling trees, lost for eternity.
- Zizzy M.
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18 JUN 2018 AT 9:53
Perpetual breathes
In longing for a familiar smell;
All that remains
Is vacant memory, perforated.-
20 APR 2019 AT 19:06
And the vacant eyes of her..
Will tell you the emptiness of her soul..!!-
20 JUL 2018 AT 12:15
Vacant eyes,
devoid of life.
That's how they teach us
to move forward.
It's like dead bodies
are to be considered alive
and fake stories the new truth.-
30 JUL 2018 AT 0:07
Vacant holes deep within us,
the ones we feel after midnights.
The cavities in us that were once filled
with love are now devoid.
How wrecked are we really and how skilled
our blood becomes to avoid the reality-