writerscommunity Instagram png image downloader saver

There’s a existence of most important part in this universe that is EQUILIBRIUM IN MOTHER NATURE ... Everything’s done by you will definitely get you a same... whether earlier or later let it be good or bad . 
#karma exist #equilibrium in universe 
Do like and comment Below if you agree or relate..!! —————————————————————- Originally Created by jsmd 
Thoughts of alpha
—————————————————————— -
Tags in:
.
.
.
.
#poetry #love #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram #quotes #poems #writer #art #writing #lovequotes #wordporn #thoughts #quote #shayari #quoteoftheday #writersofig #life #writerscommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #instagram #words #urdupoetry #wordporn #writers #instagood #bhfyp

There’s a existence of most important part in this universe that is EQUILIBRIUM IN MOTHER NATURE ... Everything’s done by you will definitely get you a same... whether earlier or later let it be good or bad . #karma exist #equilibrium in universe Do like and comment Below if you agree or relate..!! —————————————————————- Originally Created by jsmd Thoughts of alpha —————————————————————— - Tags in: . . . . #poetry #love #poetrycommunity #writersofinstagram #poem #poetry #poetsofinstagram #quotes #poems #writer #art #writing #lovequotes #wordporn #thoughts #quote #shayari #quoteoftheday #writersofig #life #writerscommunity #poetryofinstagram #poetrylovers #instagram #words #urdupoetry #wordporn #writers #instagood #bhfyp

-Read Caption //::
An open letter to racism 💙💜
.
.
.Black as charcoal 
doesn't means you've have 
no goals, 
white as snow 
doesn't means you can't grow.
.
.
.Coz these days humans 
ugliness is exposed, 
as there selfishness is lopsided.
.
.
. Black is also cat 
you can't make it tit for tat, 
white is polar bear 
you can't make it  any ordinal sphere, 
black or white 
you're always right, 
why you always fight 
for your right. // .. .
. . Art credits: @ellehell
❤ ..............................................................................
•Follow @cirr.usclouds for more. 💕
.
.
@cirr.usclouds
.#bleedingsoulpoetry
#cirrusclouds1810
#poetry 
#poem 
#poet
 #poetsofinstagram
 #writersofinstagram 
#poetsofig
 #writer
 #poetrycommunity
 #poems 
#wordporn
 #writersofig
 #words
 #spilledink
 #instapoet 
#typewriter 
#prose 
#poets 
#instapoem 
#writers 
#write 
#writerscommunity
 #instapoetry 
#writingcommunity 
#spokenword 
#poetryisnotdead 
#igpoets 
#igpoetscommunity 
#khushijulka

-Read Caption //:: An open letter to racism 💙💜 . . .Black as charcoal doesn't means you've have no goals, white as snow doesn't means you can't grow. . . .Coz these days humans ugliness is exposed, as there selfishness is lopsided. . . . Black is also cat you can't make it tit for tat, white is polar bear you can't make it any ordinal sphere, black or white you're always right, why you always fight for your right. // .. . . . Art credits: @ellehell ❤ .............................................................................. •Follow @cirr.usclouds for more. 💕 . . @cirr.usclouds .#bleedingsoulpoetry #cirrusclouds1810 #poetry #poem #poet #poetsofinstagram #writersofinstagram #poetsofig #writer #poetrycommunity #poems #wordporn #writersofig #words #spilledink #instapoet #typewriter #prose #poets #instapoem #writers #write #writerscommunity #instapoetry #writingcommunity #spokenword #poetryisnotdead #igpoets #igpoetscommunity #khushijulka

Where is the love-BEP

THE SONG ABOVE IS NOT A TITLE. I JUST THOUGHT OF THE SONG OUT OF THE BLUE. 
I tried to understand things, but my brain failed to do so. I tried to have an opinion on the matter, but my heart collapsed, and all I feel was sadness and pain.

We are fighting a global pandemic.
The economy is falling.
Personal problems all around.
Dealing with the anxiety and stress of being stuck penniless, and trying to work to be able to make it through the day.
Worrying for a friend that might be sick at this time. 
People are dying.
People are being oppressed long ago.

It's so loud! It's like being in a room where everyone is shouting at each other and talking at the same time.

Then again can I blame people? No.

They are only trying to fight for whatever they feel is right.

I just stand here silently looking around, it's not because I don't want to help, but because I don't know if my heart is in the right place! I think everyone has their fair share of hardship! Is that so wrong?

Am I a bad person if everything seems so so sad and painful to me whether we go left or right.

I cry for people that I see on the internet.

I cry for my own problems.

I cry for things these days are so dang hard.

So I'm sorry if I can only take in so much.

I hope the Lord will help us and have mercy upon all of us. 
#rainsaulwrites #followforfollowback #writer #writersofinstagram #quotes #writers #poem #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity  #writersofig #art #words #reading #author #write #books #writerslife  #lifemessages #thoughts #whereisthelove

Where is the love-BEP THE SONG ABOVE IS NOT A TITLE. I JUST THOUGHT OF THE SONG OUT OF THE BLUE. I tried to understand things, but my brain failed to do so. I tried to have an opinion on the matter, but my heart collapsed, and all I feel was sadness and pain. We are fighting a global pandemic. The economy is falling. Personal problems all around. Dealing with the anxiety and stress of being stuck penniless, and trying to work to be able to make it through the day. Worrying for a friend that might be sick at this time. People are dying. People are being oppressed long ago. It's so loud! It's like being in a room where everyone is shouting at each other and talking at the same time. Then again can I blame people? No. They are only trying to fight for whatever they feel is right. I just stand here silently looking around, it's not because I don't want to help, but because I don't know if my heart is in the right place! I think everyone has their fair share of hardship! Is that so wrong? Am I a bad person if everything seems so so sad and painful to me whether we go left or right. I cry for people that I see on the internet. I cry for my own problems. I cry for things these days are so dang hard. So I'm sorry if I can only take in so much. I hope the Lord will help us and have mercy upon all of us. #rainsaulwrites #followforfollowback #writer #writersofinstagram #quotes #writers #poem #poet #poetrycommunity #writerscommunity #writersofig #art #words #reading #author #write #books #writerslife #lifemessages #thoughts #whereisthelove

एक हीर रांझे के इश्क़ में शायर बनी थी ।
.
.
.
.
.
falakwrites #fallu #writes #poetry #foryou #follow #shayri #loveshyari #shayri_addicted #shayrihindi #writersofinstagram #writersblock #writerscommunity #writerslife #writeaway #writersofindia #falak_thought #falakiyah #bestshayri #shyari_ki_dayri
#mohbbat #khubsurat #रात #आँखे #andhera#heerranjha

एक हीर रांझे के इश्क़ में शायर बनी थी । . . . . . falakwrites #fallu #writes #poetry #foryou #follow #shayri #loveshyari #shayri_addicted #shayrihindi #writersofinstagram #writersblock #writerscommunity #writerslife #writeaway #writersofindia #falak_thought #falakiyah #bestshayri #shyari_ki_dayri #mohbbat #khubsurat #रात #आँखे #andhera#heerranjha

~forgotten~

I went back to our room after i found your faded letter in the trashcan. You’re sound asleep laying on your back, reminds me the first time i slept over at your place. In this lifetime of silence, the symphony of your heavy breathing speaks to me. And i wonder, how many more splintered letters has this trashcan engulfed. Is it okay for a non-living being to carry this much pain?

So, when neruda said, “loving is so short, forgetting is so long.” I didn’t believe him. You can still love someone and not want them and how loving someone is never poetic. But, all i have left of you, of us, is now poetry. When i look around this room, every corner, every wall is painted with lazy-yellow sunsets i held on to in your eyes. I guess the sun has finally decided to set.

Before you go, will you let me know that when did we let the bug of monotonic poison let in our lives? When did we decide that it should stay? I can’t help but wonder what will i tell them, when they ask me about us because the sad part is that your letter said that you have wanted to leave since the past two years and sadder part is, that I wouldn’t have stopped you.

When they said that loving someone is not enough, i never believed them. But to think of the times our hearts, which made love on the sheets of this very bed, just to give birth to a rotten distance. Your letter said that you tried. And i guess that’s what i will tell them, between the years of our love and leaving, we kept chasing longing. We tried, we loved, we bled, we lost.

But, we will never be forgotten.
I can never forget you. Never.
- A x

~forgotten~ I went back to our room after i found your faded letter in the trashcan. You’re sound asleep laying on your back, reminds me the first time i slept over at your place. In this lifetime of silence, the symphony of your heavy breathing speaks to me. And i wonder, how many more splintered letters has this trashcan engulfed. Is it okay for a non-living being to carry this much pain? So, when neruda said, “loving is so short, forgetting is so long.” I didn’t believe him. You can still love someone and not want them and how loving someone is never poetic. But, all i have left of you, of us, is now poetry. When i look around this room, every corner, every wall is painted with lazy-yellow sunsets i held on to in your eyes. I guess the sun has finally decided to set. Before you go, will you let me know that when did we let the bug of monotonic poison let in our lives? When did we decide that it should stay? I can’t help but wonder what will i tell them, when they ask me about us because the sad part is that your letter said that you have wanted to leave since the past two years and sadder part is, that I wouldn’t have stopped you. When they said that loving someone is not enough, i never believed them. But to think of the times our hearts, which made love on the sheets of this very bed, just to give birth to a rotten distance. Your letter said that you tried. And i guess that’s what i will tell them, between the years of our love and leaving, we kept chasing longing. We tried, we loved, we bled, we lost. But, we will never be forgotten. I can never forget you. Never. - A x

💚Why Me?
__________________
Quotes by  @_mekoee_ 
Edited by  @royalpriesthood_8 
_________________________
Follow @love.greenheart .
.
|Greenheartquotes|
.
Mention us if reposted. .
.
Share it with your loved ones 💚
.
#staypositive .
.
___^^^keep supporting^^^___
.
.
.
#poet #poetsofindia #writerscommunity #writersofindia #photography #wordswag #typography #poetsofinstagram #instagood #instagram #ig #poets #writings #quotes #greenheart #bloggers #bloggerscommunity #greenheartquotes #lovequotes  #hislove #herlove #truelove #madeforeachother #positive #positivevibes #motivational #peopleintheworld #quoteoftheday

💚Why Me? __________________ Quotes by @_mekoee_ Edited by @royalpriesthood_8 _________________________ Follow @love.greenheart . . |Greenheartquotes| . Mention us if reposted. . . Share it with your loved ones 💚 . #staypositive . . ___^^^keep supporting^^^___ . . . #poet #poetsofindia #writerscommunity #writersofindia #photography #wordswag #typography #poetsofinstagram #instagood #instagram #ig #poets #writings #quotes #greenheart #bloggers #bloggerscommunity #greenheartquotes #lovequotes #hislove #herlove #truelove #madeforeachother #positive #positivevibes #motivational #peopleintheworld #quoteoftheday

Starting a new series on my youtube channel for the new talent of our instagram writers. ✍🏻
This is your chance to shine. Start sending your writeups for the upcoming Sunday.😍
#meriawazapkikavitaokesath
#writerscommunity #indianpoetsociety #poetrylovers #winachance #sharelove

Starting a new series on my youtube channel for the new talent of our instagram writers. ✍🏻 This is your chance to shine. Start sending your writeups for the upcoming Sunday.😍 #meriawazapkikavitaokesath #writerscommunity #indianpoetsociety #poetrylovers #winachance #sharelove

'Forever' is not a myth, but you can't really tell with whom you are destined to be together forever.
Love, in my opinion has nothing to do with duration, and has everything to do with loyalty and happiness.
No matter how many promises you make, you never know how the circumstances are going to turn out to be.
Do not carry any unnecessary burden and do not burden others with words or commitments which you yourself are not certain about.
Rather utilize every moment in loving one another.

#writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writers #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsandwriters #poetrylovers #instagood #instadaily #thoughtoftheday #poemoftheday #promise #commitment #limits #burden #lovefully #livefully #lovelife #happiness #love #unconditionallove #trust #loyalty #love #spreadlove #loveofmylife #betterdaysarecoming #cherisheverymoment #stayhappy #staystrong #staysafe.

'Forever' is not a myth, but you can't really tell with whom you are destined to be together forever. Love, in my opinion has nothing to do with duration, and has everything to do with loyalty and happiness. No matter how many promises you make, you never know how the circumstances are going to turn out to be. Do not carry any unnecessary burden and do not burden others with words or commitments which you yourself are not certain about. Rather utilize every moment in loving one another. #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #writers #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsandwriters #poetrylovers #instagood #instadaily #thoughtoftheday #poemoftheday #promise #commitment #limits #burden #lovefully #livefully #lovelife #happiness #love #unconditionallove #trust #loyalty #love #spreadlove #loveofmylife #betterdaysarecoming #cherisheverymoment #stayhappy #staystrong #staysafe.

You were the sunshine that removed darkness from my soul. I was blissful of your arrival, unaware of the fact that there will be a sunset too. And the darkness continues...
©Blankorblack
@siddhesh.sk

You were the sunshine that removed darkness from my soul. I was blissful of your arrival, unaware of the fact that there will be a sunset too. And the darkness continues... ©Blankorblack @siddhesh.sk

"मै आज हूं, कल नहीं, क्या पता?" (Wrote after a long time, will archive soon.) 🙏🏼 ___________________ I just really liked this line from some random poem. As if it's reminding me in a way, that things and people you have today, may or may not be there tomorrow. You'll probably relate to this if you've ever lost a close friend, or kinda became distant from the very people who once meant the world to you. 😶 Time - as cruel and pivotal as it is - changes things constantly, and we can't go back and fix whatever it breaks :/ *Sighs* zyada ho gaya I guess 👀 Anyhow, we took things as trivial as hugging our friends and family for granted until Corona happened. I, for one, was always the type of person who preferred not to let people invade my 1m or km personal bubble (depending on the person in question) probably untill after 12th. Now these little greetings probably won't be part of the normal, because "Social distancing" and that's sad 😶 The point here is, don't take the present for granted, because time can and will randomly change anything, even if you strongly believe it won't effect some of your expected "forever"s, and we'll end up having more to regret. ~T🦁

POST PASAND AAYE TO LIKE KARNA❤️ If U Repost Must Tag😘
Mention your friends👍
Turn on post notification😘
Keep supporting 👤
Best page on insta
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Follow 👉 @writer_mastan7
Follow 👉@writer_mastan7
Follow 👉@writer_mastan7
#writermastan7
#writersofinstagram #poetry #writer #writerscommunity #writing #love #writingcommunity #writersofig #quotes #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poet #poem #writerslife #poets #words #write #books #artistsoninstagram

POST PASAND AAYE TO LIKE KARNA❤️ If U Repost Must Tag😘 Mention your friends👍 Turn on post notification😘 Keep supporting 👤 Best page on insta ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Follow 👉 @writer_mastan7 Follow 👉@writer_mastan7 Follow 👉@writer_mastan7 #writermastan7 #writersofinstagram #poetry #writer #writerscommunity #writing #love #writingcommunity #writersofig #quotes #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poet #poem #writerslife #poets #words #write #books #artistsoninstagram

Poema da pag 24 do meu livro Amor, Arte De Viver! Este poema assim como o primeiro capitulo do meu livro fala da falta do Amor no mundo,pois ao meu ver todos os problemas que enfrentamos ate hoje vem da falta de Amor entre os seres humanos.
O que me entristece é que este poema foi escrito entre os meus 15 e 16 anos e hj eu com 28 anos, ainda vivemos uma epoca onde as pessoas tem que lutar contra tanta injustiças,tanta falta de Amor entre os seres Humanos!
Poem from page 24 of my book ''Love,Art Of Living! This poem as well as the first chapter of my book speaks of the lack of Love in the world, because in my view all the problems that we face until today come from the lack of Love among human beings. What saddens me is that this poem was written between my 15 and 16 years old and today I am 28 years old, we still live in a time when people have to fight against so many injustices, so much lack of Love among Human beings! 💔😥🙌 🙏  #poetas#author#authorlife#authorquotes#autores#escritores#escritoresdeinstagram#writers#writerscommunity#writerslife#poetrybooks#book#mybook#caboverde#caboverde🇨🇻#caboverdianas#quotestoliveby#quotesaboutlife#frasesdodiaadia#african#africanempowerment#powerfulwomenquotes#enoughisenough#blacklifesmatter#Humanity

Poema da pag 24 do meu livro Amor, Arte De Viver! Este poema assim como o primeiro capitulo do meu livro fala da falta do Amor no mundo,pois ao meu ver todos os problemas que enfrentamos ate hoje vem da falta de Amor entre os seres humanos. O que me entristece é que este poema foi escrito entre os meus 15 e 16 anos e hj eu com 28 anos, ainda vivemos uma epoca onde as pessoas tem que lutar contra tanta injustiças,tanta falta de Amor entre os seres Humanos! Poem from page 24 of my book ''Love,Art Of Living! This poem as well as the first chapter of my book speaks of the lack of Love in the world, because in my view all the problems that we face until today come from the lack of Love among human beings. What saddens me is that this poem was written between my 15 and 16 years old and today I am 28 years old, we still live in a time when people have to fight against so many injustices, so much lack of Love among Human beings! 💔😥🙌 🙏 #poetas#author#authorlife#authorquotes#autores#escritores#escritoresdeinstagram#writers#writerscommunity#writerslife#poetrybooks#book#mybook#caboverde#caboverde🇨🇻#caboverdianas#quotestoliveby#quotesaboutlife#frasesdodiaadia#african#africanempowerment#powerfulwomenquotes#enoughisenough#blacklifesmatter#Humanity

PART 1/2
I used to see a young couple at my coffee shop every week,
I mean I could barely see them with my old dusty glasses,
but all I noticed was they were young.
They'd come every Monday evening,
just as the warm sun was about to set.
They would usually order two cups of coffee with extra sugar and love.
They opted to sit, talk and spend time,
just like they did it in the retro movies.
Oh! how heavenly it looked,
to see them sit and talk in this era of INSTAGRAM.
Before leaving, they'd leave a tip of ten,
and he would walk her till the end of the road.
Ah! it reminded me of my good old days.
One Monday evening, she stepped in,
and sat down at their usual place where the aroma of the hot brewing coffee would be the strongest.
He did not turn up that evening.
After waiting for about an hour,
she left, without sipping on her coffee, but left a tip of ten.
Early next morning, I sat down to read the newspaper,
the headline read in BIG BOLD LETTERS,

PART 1/2 I used to see a young couple at my coffee shop every week, I mean I could barely see them with my old dusty glasses, but all I noticed was they were young. They'd come every Monday evening, just as the warm sun was about to set. They would usually order two cups of coffee with extra sugar and love. They opted to sit, talk and spend time, just like they did it in the retro movies. Oh! how heavenly it looked, to see them sit and talk in this era of INSTAGRAM. Before leaving, they'd leave a tip of ten, and he would walk her till the end of the road. Ah! it reminded me of my good old days. One Monday evening, she stepped in, and sat down at their usual place where the aroma of the hot brewing coffee would be the strongest. He did not turn up that evening. After waiting for about an hour, she left, without sipping on her coffee, but left a tip of ten. Early next morning, I sat down to read the newspaper, the headline read in BIG BOLD LETTERS, "A young man turns into a bag of broken bones due to an accident on his way to a cafe", hardly could I see the picture. . Stay tuned for the next part. . . #writersuniverse #writersofinstagram #writerscommunity #poetsofinstagram #poetry #poetrycommunity #poet #poets #coffeelover #twocupsofcoffee #coffee #coffeepoetry #love #retro #instagram

Follow @poetstic for more!!!

Follow @poetstic for more!!!

•If you liked, 
Follow
@maryam_sez2810
@maryam_sez2810
@maryam_sez2810
.
.
• Like || Comment || Tag || Share
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
#instagram #instadaily #instagood
#writers  #writerscommunity 
#artist  #artistcommunity
#lifequote 
#aesthetics #beauty
#liveyoursoul #liveyourself
#authorsofig

•If you liked, Follow @maryam_sez2810 @maryam_sez2810 @maryam_sez2810 . . • Like || Comment || Tag || Share . . . . . . . #instagram #instadaily #instagood #writers #writerscommunity #artist #artistcommunity #lifequote #aesthetics #beauty #liveyoursoul #liveyourself #authorsofig

BLACK LIVES MATTER.

Ever did the sun say,
That it won't dispense light and warmth
To some of its people,
For they live in a different way?

Who are we humans, then;
To alienate other humans,
On the basis of caste, creed, religion or race?
Ever did you see a tiger,
Snatching away the liberty of another,
Merely because it has a different colour or birthplace?
Strange,
How we humans still have the audacity;
To label ourselves as the civilized race.

White is the colour of peace, they say.
And prove it beyond reasonable doubt,
By committing cold blooded crimes against the blacks;
In a callous way.

But black, too,
Symbolises strength and solidity.
And therefore, we shall not declare our defeat;
Until we attain equality.

Penned by @musingsofateenager 
#writersofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #writer #writerscommunity #writings #writers #writerslife #writersofig #write #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poets #poetsofig #blm #blacklivesmatter #blackouttuesday

BLACK LIVES MATTER. Ever did the sun say, That it won't dispense light and warmth To some of its people, For they live in a different way? Who are we humans, then; To alienate other humans, On the basis of caste, creed, religion or race? Ever did you see a tiger, Snatching away the liberty of another, Merely because it has a different colour or birthplace? Strange, How we humans still have the audacity; To label ourselves as the civilized race. White is the colour of peace, they say. And prove it beyond reasonable doubt, By committing cold blooded crimes against the blacks; In a callous way. But black, too, Symbolises strength and solidity. And therefore, we shall not declare our defeat; Until we attain equality. Penned by @musingsofateenager #writersofinstagram #writing #writingcommunity #writer #writerscommunity #writings #writers #writerslife #writersofig #write #writeaway #thoughts #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetsofinstagram #poems #poem #poemsofinstagram #poetryofinstagram #poetryisnotdead #poets #poetsofig #blm #blacklivesmatter #blackouttuesday

🔹”This book was fantastic!!!
We both agree that our favorite character of the story is Dale. Not only was he a funny prankster, but he was a loyal friend to Charles. Dale always seemed to be calm under pressure no matter how much trouble they got themselves into.
Consider us a Number 1 fan of the Kenneth Chapter The Three-Week Adventure!”
.
🔹In stores now‼️
.
🔹For more information check the link below.
.
http://www.newmansprings.com/release/?book=kenneth-chapter
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
#kennethchapter #bookstagram #booklover #literature #bookaddict #booksbooksbooks #lovebooks #lovereading #passionforreading #readersofinstagram #readersofinsta #readmorebooks #bookcover #bookshelf #readingtime #goodreads #readmore #reviews #bookreview #bookreviewer #readerscommunity #reviewbook #writerscommunityofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork

🔹”This book was fantastic!!! We both agree that our favorite character of the story is Dale. Not only was he a funny prankster, but he was a loyal friend to Charles. Dale always seemed to be calm under pressure no matter how much trouble they got themselves into. Consider us a Number 1 fan of the Kenneth Chapter The Three-Week Adventure!” . 🔹In stores now‼️ . 🔹For more information check the link below. . http://www.newmansprings.com/release/?book=kenneth-chapter . . . . . . . . . . #kennethchapter #bookstagram #booklover #literature #bookaddict #booksbooksbooks #lovebooks #lovereading #passionforreading #readersofinstagram #readersofinsta #readmorebooks #bookcover #bookshelf #readingtime #goodreads #readmore #reviews #bookreview #bookreviewer #readerscommunity #reviewbook #writerscommunityofinstagram #writerscommunity #writersnetwork

conscience, cold as ice.

conscience, cold as ice.

Kuch yaadein baki hai,
Kuch mulakate baki hai,
Chipe pardo se woh tumhe dekhna baki hai!
Yuhi muskura kar,
Woh ishq jatana baki hai,
Kuch baatein abhi baki hai! 
Kuch yaadein baki hai,
Kuch mulakate baki hai,
Chipe pardo se woh tumhe dekhna baki hai!
Yuhi muskura kar,
Woh ishq jatana baki hai,
Kuch baatein abhi baki hai!
Haule se yuhi,
Tumhe bahon me bharna baki hai,
Ankho se teri,
Woh nami pochna baki hai!
Tera hath pakad,
Tujh par haq jatana baki hai,
Ishq hai tujhse,
Izhar karna baki hai!
Kuch khatti-mithi ladai me,
Tumhara nak chadana baki hai,
Phoolon ka guldasta dekar,
Mera tumhe manana baki hai!
Godh me sar rakh tumhare,
Tumhara mere baalon Ko sehlana baki hai,
Mushkil ki ghadi me,
Ek-duje ka sath nibhana baki hai!
Ek-dusre k tasveer dekh,
Yuhi muskurana baki h,
Tumhara sath ek puri zindagi bitana baki hai.. Aur mera tumse milna abhi baki hai!

Featuring - @__.no_ones.__
.
.
#thahor_ #poetry #poetess #quarantined #poetrycommunity #writersnetwork #event #writerscommunity #instapoet

Kuch yaadein baki hai, Kuch mulakate baki hai, Chipe pardo se woh tumhe dekhna baki hai! Yuhi muskura kar, Woh ishq jatana baki hai, Kuch baatein abhi baki hai! Kuch yaadein baki hai, Kuch mulakate baki hai, Chipe pardo se woh tumhe dekhna baki hai! Yuhi muskura kar, Woh ishq jatana baki hai, Kuch baatein abhi baki hai! Haule se yuhi, Tumhe bahon me bharna baki hai, Ankho se teri, Woh nami pochna baki hai! Tera hath pakad, Tujh par haq jatana baki hai, Ishq hai tujhse, Izhar karna baki hai! Kuch khatti-mithi ladai me, Tumhara nak chadana baki hai, Phoolon ka guldasta dekar, Mera tumhe manana baki hai! Godh me sar rakh tumhare, Tumhara mere baalon Ko sehlana baki hai, Mushkil ki ghadi me, Ek-duje ka sath nibhana baki hai! Ek-dusre k tasveer dekh, Yuhi muskurana baki h, Tumhara sath ek puri zindagi bitana baki hai.. Aur mera tumse milna abhi baki hai! Featuring - @__.no_ones.__ . . #thahor_ #poetry #poetess #quarantined #poetrycommunity #writersnetwork #event #writerscommunity #instapoet

WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPTS:

Every Wednesday I share 7 writing prompts. This week I want to do something different. The prompts I’m sharing today are written as affirmations that I hope will help you journal through some of the thoughts and feelings you’re having right now — especially if you are a black woman. I believe that systemic racism is one of the reasons depression and anxiety affect black people at disproportionate rates. And even in tumultuous times like these — especially in times like these — we as black women need to take care of our mental health. I hope these prompts play a part in your self-care routine for this week. #sjwprompts #blacklivesmatter #blackmentalhealthmatters 
Here are this week's prompts: 
1. I am worthy
2. I am restored
3. I am not alone
4. I have a story worth telling 
5. I love the skin I’m in
6. I forgive myself
7. I will do what I can with what I have

WEDNESDAY WRITING PROMPTS: Every Wednesday I share 7 writing prompts. This week I want to do something different. The prompts I’m sharing today are written as affirmations that I hope will help you journal through some of the thoughts and feelings you’re having right now — especially if you are a black woman. I believe that systemic racism is one of the reasons depression and anxiety affect black people at disproportionate rates. And even in tumultuous times like these — especially in times like these — we as black women need to take care of our mental health. I hope these prompts play a part in your self-care routine for this week. #sjwprompts #blacklivesmatter #blackmentalhealthmatters Here are this week's prompts: 1. I am worthy 2. I am restored 3. I am not alone 4. I have a story worth telling 5. I love the skin I’m in 6. I forgive myself 7. I will do what I can with what I have

#WednesdayInspiration

#WednesdayInspiration "Tough Calls" Fighting for our rights, standing up against, fighting injustices for all; we must remember that it is not in our moments of comfort, convenience, and ease that reveals who we are, and what we believe. It is, however, in our actions during challenges and controversy. And I cannot see a more challenging and controversial time than we are currently in. When we have suffered injustice after injustice after injustice, it is often very difficult to see past the pain, the wounds, and the scars that are developed over the course of time. It can be hard to separate or compartmentalize feelings and a sense of justice, and what is right or wrong when the pain is real and the hurt excruciatingly devastating. We will have to make a few tough calls in our lives, as we analyze the next few months and four years. They are going to stretch us, pull us, push us, in ways many have never experienced before. We may have learned from the past. Have seen and heard the lessons and have studied them. But now, it's OUR turn for a firsthand account; to learn the lessons that will lead us to victory and change. Now, it is WE, who stand on the same frontlines our parents, grandparents, and great grandparents have stood on. Sadly, fighting for the same things. The same rights we thought we won. The same issues, magnified, that Dr. King, Malcolm X, Dick Gregory, Robert Kennedy, John Lewis, Jesse Jackson, (to name a few) and other notable Civil rights forerunners, fought, and gave their lives for. The torch that was passed back then, was blown out by a false sense of accomplishments. The baton was laid down, not fully passed along from generation to generation, because we were lulled into a false sense of security. A few strides in acceptance, positions, titles, and even a presidency; made it seem like we "arrived". We didn't. The election of President Obama, had revealed the real fear of man. The election of Trump, revealed the contents of their hearts. The actions of the past year revealed thoughts of how valuable the life of one race is over another. It's our time now. What will say & do. Blessings! ©Ruthe McDonald #Reflections4Life

My favorite #khaledhosseini novels. Kite Runner is great but there's something special about #AThousandSplendidSuns
.
.
It is definitely in my top 5!
.
.
.
#novels #bookshelf #booklist #readinglist #readingtime #writerscommunity #booklover #mybookfeatures

My favorite #khaledhosseini novels. Kite Runner is great but there's something special about #AThousandSplendidSuns . . It is definitely in my top 5! . . . #novels #bookshelf #booklist #readinglist #readingtime #writerscommunity #booklover #mybookfeatures

regressing, relapsing, regretting // 07.13.18

clouded vision.
no energy.
“why did i do this to myself again?”
the lost voice.
calling out to me, after two years of
dormancy.
“don’t you see how you’ve changed without me?”
“how all the progress we made together washed away when you stopped listening to me?”
clawing at skin.
fearing growth.
“why can’t i just accept myself for as i am?”
blurry vision.
stars
surrounding me.

complete & total
lethargy.

i wanted this.
“didn’t i?”
why did i ever commit to this?
why did i ever think that this meant strength?
why did i allow myself to fall back here again?

i suppose i can’t ask yet.
i just have to
climb.

regressing, relapsing, regretting // 07.13.18 clouded vision. no energy. “why did i do this to myself again?” the lost voice. calling out to me, after two years of dormancy. “don’t you see how you’ve changed without me?” “how all the progress we made together washed away when you stopped listening to me?” clawing at skin. fearing growth. “why can’t i just accept myself for as i am?” blurry vision. stars surrounding me. complete & total lethargy. i wanted this. “didn’t i?” why did i ever commit to this? why did i ever think that this meant strength? why did i allow myself to fall back here again? i suppose i can’t ask yet. i just have to climb.

alone // 05.24.18

i’m broken, empty, dumb, sad, worthless, stupid, a nobody, defective;
but this time-

i am
alone.

the conductor isn’t here to offer his sweet words of destruction.

it’s just
me.

i sit alone my cavernous mind, the darkness consuming, & i remain in
solitude.

i am
alone.

i have friends & family who care for me & love me, but how can i deserve their love if i can’t love myself?
if even now in my time of sadness, the conductor leaves me?
he was always constant, always present, he was always there for me.
i suppose, this time, i’ve disappointed even him.
i suppose this is what happens when i set my expectations too high.
three years of dreaming, down the drain with a sentence.
just like the air in my
lungs. & still, the conductor remains silent.
i miss him.

i don’t like being
alone.

alone // 05.24.18 i’m broken, empty, dumb, sad, worthless, stupid, a nobody, defective; but this time- i am alone. the conductor isn’t here to offer his sweet words of destruction. it’s just me. i sit alone my cavernous mind, the darkness consuming, & i remain in solitude. i am alone. i have friends & family who care for me & love me, but how can i deserve their love if i can’t love myself? if even now in my time of sadness, the conductor leaves me? he was always constant, always present, he was always there for me. i suppose, this time, i’ve disappointed even him. i suppose this is what happens when i set my expectations too high. three years of dreaming, down the drain with a sentence. just like the air in my lungs. & still, the conductor remains silent. i miss him. i don’t like being alone.

i will // 05.24.18

i live a life of destruction.
my weapons words & emotion.
i will enter your life-
shy & weak-
awkward & meek-
but i will leave
like the tear streaming down your face.
like the stale air that encapsulates you after a well needed laugh.

i will make you feel like a thousand sunsets.
i will make you feel like the most important person in the world.
i will dissect you & find out what makes you tick.
i will be analytical; divulging as much as you ask of me.

but then-
i will leave.
“how did i get here?”
you’ll ask,
“how did i come to care so much for this girl?”
you will search for an answer but i will be gone.

whether it’s due to the fact that you pushed me away,
&
down the drain.
or because we grew apart
&
i couldn’t reach any
further.

only the loneliest parts of our minds know the answers to those questions as old as time.
but one thing i know for certain-

is that i will always love
you.

i will // 05.24.18 i live a life of destruction. my weapons words & emotion. i will enter your life- shy & weak- awkward & meek- but i will leave like the tear streaming down your face. like the stale air that encapsulates you after a well needed laugh. i will make you feel like a thousand sunsets. i will make you feel like the most important person in the world. i will dissect you & find out what makes you tick. i will be analytical; divulging as much as you ask of me. but then- i will leave. “how did i get here?” you’ll ask, “how did i come to care so much for this girl?” you will search for an answer but i will be gone. whether it’s due to the fact that you pushed me away, & down the drain. or because we grew apart & i couldn’t reach any further. only the loneliest parts of our minds know the answers to those questions as old as time. but one thing i know for certain- is that i will always love you.

screaming // 05.24.18

late night talks.
late night walks.
screaming into the dead of night.

screaming into the void.
asking why.
never receiving an answer.

tears well up.
screaming on a lonely drive.
a dry throat.

the sun sets.
the moon rises.
my eyes, now dry.

screaming.
screaming.
stopping.

tears fill the empty crevices.
swallowing me whole.
screaming into the darkness.

never ending-
screaming.

screaming // 05.24.18 late night talks. late night walks. screaming into the dead of night. screaming into the void. asking why. never receiving an answer. tears well up. screaming on a lonely drive. a dry throat. the sun sets. the moon rises. my eyes, now dry. screaming. screaming. stopping. tears fill the empty crevices. swallowing me whole. screaming into the darkness. never ending- screaming.

broken window // 05.25.18

sitting in the silver sienna van my mother has owned for over a decade
the world feels so
large.

schooching towards the window
“you know what to say!” my mother says from the driver seat.
stuttering my order-

this is the hardest thing i’ve ever done.

the fear of judgement-
crippling.
the fear of saying something wrong-
destroying.

the broken driver seat window
forcing me to be an adult.
to be my own person.
to escape the shell that i had so carefully & intricately constructed.

stuttering my order.
i take the food.
& drive away.
“fix your window.”

broken window // 05.25.18 sitting in the silver sienna van my mother has owned for over a decade the world feels so large. schooching towards the window “you know what to say!” my mother says from the driver seat. stuttering my order- this is the hardest thing i’ve ever done. the fear of judgement- crippling. the fear of saying something wrong- destroying. the broken driver seat window forcing me to be an adult. to be my own person. to escape the shell that i had so carefully & intricately constructed. stuttering my order. i take the food. & drive away. “fix your window.”

dear, me // 05.25.18

dear little shannon.

you don’t know it yet, but one day, you’re going to love yourself.

you’ll no longer cling to friendships or boys.
you’ll accept that some people just won’t be your friend.
you’ll stop caring about what people think.
you’ll be able to look forward to the future, instead of clinging onto the past.
you’ll step out of the shadows that your siblings left behind for you.

you’ll be you.
& that will be enough.

dear, me // 05.25.18 dear little shannon. you don’t know it yet, but one day, you’re going to love yourself. you’ll no longer cling to friendships or boys. you’ll accept that some people just won’t be your friend. you’ll stop caring about what people think. you’ll be able to look forward to the future, instead of clinging onto the past. you’ll step out of the shadows that your siblings left behind for you. you’ll be you. & that will be enough.

heart // 01.26.18

you & i stood like statues on opposite street corners.
always watching one another, but forbid to ever touch.

but one day, a part of me fell away & was carried over to you.
you kept that part of me safe.
you grew used to that part of me being a part of your life.
then, the same thing happened to you.
a part of you fell away & was brought over to me.
i tended to it, kept it safe, & always put it before my own.
i kept that part of you safe.
but you were not so kind.
you grew tired of me.
bored of me.

but then one day, the spark reappeared.
you started caring for that part of me again.
i had never stopped caring for you.
it felt amazing.
you cared for me again.
it felt like fireworks exploding every time we spoke.
did it ever feel that way for you?

we cared for each other for a time.
it was wonderful.
but everything has to end.
this time, it happened to both of us at the same time.

we grew tired of one another.
bored of one another.
i no longer cared about what happened to that part of you that i held onto.
i doubt that you cared about me.
we gave up on one another.
i think i gave up first.

so one day, when the crows flew down, & started picking at your heart, i didn’t stop them.
i laughed.
i gave up on you.
& now i never have to care for you again.

thank you.
thank you for giving up on me.
this feeling is far more euphoric than anything else you ever gave me before.

i’m done with you.
i’m so glad that you’re done with me.

heart // 01.26.18 you & i stood like statues on opposite street corners. always watching one another, but forbid to ever touch. but one day, a part of me fell away & was carried over to you. you kept that part of me safe. you grew used to that part of me being a part of your life. then, the same thing happened to you. a part of you fell away & was brought over to me. i tended to it, kept it safe, & always put it before my own. i kept that part of you safe. but you were not so kind. you grew tired of me. bored of me. but then one day, the spark reappeared. you started caring for that part of me again. i had never stopped caring for you. it felt amazing. you cared for me again. it felt like fireworks exploding every time we spoke. did it ever feel that way for you? we cared for each other for a time. it was wonderful. but everything has to end. this time, it happened to both of us at the same time. we grew tired of one another. bored of one another. i no longer cared about what happened to that part of you that i held onto. i doubt that you cared about me. we gave up on one another. i think i gave up first. so one day, when the crows flew down, & started picking at your heart, i didn’t stop them. i laughed. i gave up on you. & now i never have to care for you again. thank you. thank you for giving up on me. this feeling is far more euphoric than anything else you ever gave me before. i’m done with you. i’m so glad that you’re done with me.

Loading...

#love, #travel, #instagood, #usa, #art, #california, #photooftheday, #nyc, #losangeles, #fashion, #newyork, #miami, #nature, #music, #fitness, #beautiful, #summer, #picoftheday, #florida, #style, #atlanta, #happy, #beauty, #model, #food, #repost, #hiphop, #motivation, #instagram, #tennis, #partying, #instadaily, #instacats, #football, #instadogs, #instaparty, #ronaldo, #me, #fun, #followme, #win, #cute, #like4like, #tbt, #follow, #selfie, #friends, #girl, #smile, #instalike, #likeforlike, #family, #follow4follow, #igers, #tagsforlikes, #life, #nofilter, #amazing, #instamood, #photo, #vscocam, #sun, #followforfollow, #beach, #ootd, #dog, #sunset, #sky, #bestoftheday, #vsco, #makeup, #l4l, #foodporn, #f4f, #hair, #pretty, #cat, #swag, #girls, #baby, #cool, #party, #gym, #design, #lol, #funny, #instapic, #healthy, #lifestyle, #night, #yummy, #flowers, #christmas, #handmade, #hot, #instafood, #tflers, #wedding, #fit, #black, #workout, #pink, #blue, #drawing, #work, #blackandwhite, #inspiration, #winter, #home, #holiday, #london, #sea, #dogsofinstagram, #goodmorning,