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Welcome to Poeticwelkin, a serene haven for poetry enthusiasts! This Telegram channel, managed by the talented admin @vikensr, is dedicated to showcasing the beauty and depth of the written word. Are you a lover of lyrical verses, poignant prose, and evocative haikus? Look no further than Poeticwelkin, where you can immerse yourself in a world of creativity and expression. Through daily posts of original and curated poems, quotes, and musings, this channel aims to inspire, uplift, and ignite the spark of imagination within its members. Whether you're an aspiring poet seeking inspiration or simply a reader in search of a moment of literary bliss, Poeticwelkin has something for everyone. Join us today and let your soul soar on the wings of poetry!

Poeticwelkin

12 Jan, 16:14

I don't know who needs to hear this, but this is for everyone who is feeling low,
I understand the very essence of your flamboyant introspections
but there are days when you are nothing
there are days you're flying above seven skies
and there are days when you endure the monotony between the two,
and the most important things that you overcome are what you endure over some time and evolve into much more resilient.
Lessons are learnt when there are collections of bleak clouds above
as you examine how the rain purifies the soul and give birth to a layer of nature, so endure the bleak nights for it invites the magical stars and trust me your magical stars are on the way approaching you even more enthusiastically than you!
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Poeticwelkin

12 Jan, 15:03

तुम्हारा उसके लिए बिखरना गुनाह है
जिसने तुम्हे कभी समेटा ही नहीं था
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Poeticwelkin

12 Jan, 14:04

an ode to you. (You all)
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Poeticwelkin

12 Jan, 13:46

Embrace yourself and forgive yourself, you need to be loved by yourself more than by anyone else. So, don't cry over any mishap for eternity.
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Poeticwelkin

11 Jan, 13:15

I would borrow the colour of the sunset to paint her eye lashes,
so she could bear constellations and stardust as her glimmering eyes.
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Poeticwelkin

07 Jan, 17:45

You know whom I'm referring to, please leave the channel as soon as possible.
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Poeticwelkin

07 Jan, 17:37

A gentle reminder to everyone.
If you are commenting on any of the posts or having discussions then maintain the decorum of this channel. I don't tolerate any kind of nuisance and neither will I in future. It doesn't matter how you behave at any place, I don't care but if you are commenting here then be a little civilised.
You don't become cool by commenting on anything wrong either with me or any of the members.
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Poeticwelkin

07 Jan, 13:44

I'm learning to understand that every strúggle has something to teach you. Sometimes, it teaches you lessons that can help you achieve your goals. It gives you reasons to become stronger. Good things never come so easily; most of the time, you strùggle first before something good happens to you. It's always important to remind yourself that struggling doesn't mean failing. You may feel so disappointed right now for everything that you've been through, but it's okay. Everything that you've been through will teach you a lesson someday.
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Poeticwelkin

07 Jan, 07:55

The Woman I Will Marry

I will only marry a woman that is okay with me being obsessed with her. She has to accept that she is my muse. I need a woman of passion that is okay with a man of vulnerability. I need a woman who will drop everything to catch my soul. She needs to be okay with me getting up in the middle of the night to leave her poetry in the refrigerator. She needs to be ready to receive unlimited love; she does not deserve to be half-loved anymore. The woman I will marry is one who will acquire my passion, my soul and commitment. Love is not a game; love is life.
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Poeticwelkin

06 Jan, 16:25

talk to date
date to marry
marry to grow old together
only way it should be
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Poeticwelkin

06 Jan, 04:39

This is for you. ♥️

For the hearts who hope and hope. For the ones who wake up everyday praying for their duas to be accepted. For those who are lost in their darkness in the search of finding their light.

Your light is always with you. It has been guiding you through. Your pain is only a passer-by for it was never meant to stay. You are not alone. There are so many of us who are travelling on this journey of hope. This is your sign to carry on. To believe that your miracle is with Allah. Trust that at the end of your journey, your reward awaits. So take every roadblock as a blessing, as a sign that you are becoming closer and closer to Him. And every time you stumble, remind yourself of the last time you fell. It was Allah who picked you up, and He's only One who will pick you up every single time you fall.
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Poeticwelkin

05 Jan, 13:01

Believe in it; no matter how broken things are, you will get what you deserve. You don't have to go through it all your life. It will end someday, and that day you'll see that one flower of your hope bloom in between all the dead hopes. That day, you will realise that it was worth it.

All the sacrifices will be worth it one day. You just have to believe in it. No matter what happens, keep your hopes alive.

© Amaan
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Poeticwelkin

05 Jan, 09:22

The idea of being in love>>> The idea of being in a relationship.

People who just care to be in a relationship ruin everything after earning the person.
I used to think these two words carried the same meaning but when I wondered I realised there is a colossal difference between loving someone to be with and loving someone for what they are.

What do you think!?
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Poeticwelkin

04 Jan, 09:27

Saviour in the hostel 😭
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Poeticwelkin

02 Jan, 18:35

पता नहीं क्यों
मैं खो जाता हूं अनंत आकाश में
जब मैं
लाख़ कोशिशों के बाद
एक नाकाम कोशिश करता हूं
के कुछ लिखूं
अपने पिता के लिए
तो शब्द बिखर जाते हैं
आसमान में टूटते तारों की तरह
ना जाने क्यों सबसे कठिन काम यही है
धरती पर तो कुछ और नहीं लगता
बस लगता है कठिन तो
अपने पिता के लिए कुछ पंक्तियां लिखना,

प्रेम रस, हार- जीत, अवसाद
खुशियां, दर्द, प्यार, विरह
सब कुछ शब्दों में समा जाता है
परंतु पिता के लिए लिखना
वैसा ही असंभव लगता है
जैसे कोई छोटी सी चिड़िया
समंदर को अपने पंखों में भर ले,

जैसे नदी में बहने के लिए
हिमालय को पिघलकर बनना पड़ता है पहले जल
ठीक उसी प्रकार
पिता के लिए कुछ लिखने से पहले
बनना और सोचना पड़ता है पिता की तरह
और मैं विफल हो जाता हूं
और थोड़ा प्रसन्न इसलिए के
शब्दों की सीमा नहीं कहीं
मेरे पिता के प्रेम को मैं शब्दों में पिरो सकूं
और यही उनकी महानता का सबसे सच्चा प्रमाण है।
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Poeticwelkin

02 Jan, 07:59

Don't hate anyone but remember the disrespect.
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Poeticwelkin

02 Jan, 06:28

Thand ne samet kar hamein is qadar aalsi banaya hai
Is baar bhi exam ka syllabus waqt par pura nhi ho paya hai


😭😭
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Poeticwelkin

01 Jan, 15:14

kyun bikhre hain baal tere
kyun gham ne odha hai aashyana
kyun dil ki dahleez pe baithi
har dard ko gale lagati hai

kyun aankhon mein nami hai teri
kyun lab pe khamoshi ka fasana
kyun har khwahish dab si gayi hai
kyun har arzoo hai begana

kya kisi ne tora hai dil ko
ya kisi ne bujhaaya hai diya
kyun yun tanhai mein baithi ho
kis ne tera chain liya

kya woh wapas nahi aaye ga
jis ki raah mein ankhen bichi hain
kya woh phir nahi jagmagaein gi
jo shamein aandhi mein bujhi hain

yeh zulfein, yeh ansoo, yeh aahein
sab ik din sanwar jayen gi
yeh tanha si raatain teri bhi
kisi din to guzar jayen gi

main jaanta hon tere seenay mein
kitney tufaan chupe hain
kitni kahaniyan dafan hain
kitney armaan dabey hain

par yeh bhi sach hai ke har raat ke
peechay ek sehar hoti hai
har aansoo ke moti mein
ek nayi raushni hoti hai

yeh jo teri aankhon mein abhi
gham ke baadal chaaye hue hain
kal unhi aankhon mein khushi ke
phool khil jayen ge naye

to uth, sambhal, aur muskura de
yeh gham ki ghari tal jaye gi
teri zulfon ki raat mein bhi
koi kiran chamak jaye gi
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Poeticwelkin

01 Jan, 08:48

میرے گھر کی کھڑکی سے
چاند کی روشنی ٹپکتی ہے
میری تنہائی کے آنگن میں
خوابوں کی بارش ہوتی ہے

ماں کی لوری سی یاد آئی
بچپن کی وہ شام آئی
جب خوابوں کے پرندے تھے
ہر موسم میں گھر آتے تھے

کچھ خواب تو ایسے ہوتے ہیں
جیسے پھول کی پنکھڑیاں
کچھ ٹوٹ کے بکھر جاتے ہیں
کچھ محکیں بن جاتے ہیں

میری کتاب کے صفحوں پر
کچھ خواب لکھے رہ گئے
جو کہنا تھا، جو سننا تھا
وہ الفاظ سجے رہ گئے

چھوٹی سی حویلی کے آنگن میں
کچھ خواب بکھر گئے میرے
اور موسم کی بارش میں
کچھ رنگ بہہ گئے میرے۔

mere ghar ki khirki se
chaand ki roshni tapakti hai
meri tanhai ke aangan mein
khawabon ki barish hoti hai

maa ki lori si yaad aayi
bachpan ki woh shaam aayi
jab khawabon ke parinday thay
har mausam mein ghar aatay thay

kuch khawab to aisay hotay hain
jaisay phool ki pankhudian
kuch toot ke bikhar jatay hain
kuch mahkein ban jatay hain

meri kitaab ke safhon par
kuch khawab likhay reh gaye
jo kehna tha, jo sunna tha
woh alfaaz sajay reh gaye

choti si haweley ke aangan mein
kuch khawab bikhar gaye mere
aur mausam ki barish mein
kuch rang beh gaye mere.
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Poeticwelkin

01 Jan, 04:37

Happy New Year 🎊🎈
May God bless you!
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Poeticwelkin

31 Dec, 16:54

New year resolutions!?!
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Poeticwelkin

31 Dec, 16:25

Mard apni jawani ke karm(deed) se apni beti ka naseeb likh raha hota hai
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Poeticwelkin

31 Dec, 09:52

Wrap-up 2024
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Poeticwelkin

31 Dec, 08:41

and we have become a 2000 readers' family in 2024 itself.
Cheers 🥂
Thank youuuu so much everyone for giving your precious time here, I really appreciate it.
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Poeticwelkin

29 Dec, 04:43

I know that there will always be someone better than me, but the question is, would I be the chosen one for someone!? I want to be someone's choice no matter how many better options they have. That's why I have been always so thoughtful about love, so choosy as people say. Of course, we have to be choosy while choosing someone to stay with us and fall in love with. It's not an easy choice.

And I hope I'm not an easy choice for someone as well. I want them to look after all the things before choosing me, and if they are okay with it, then we might have a chance. Otherwise I'm just throwing flowers in the ocean because not every beautiful thing is meant to keep. We have to choose which one to keep by choice and give them the place of staying in our books.
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Poeticwelkin

28 Dec, 13:25

Only the disciplined ones are free. Everyone else are nothing but slaves to chaos and randomness .

Set yourself free. Be disciplined.
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Poeticwelkin

28 Dec, 13:04

Never appear perfect, rich, and intelligent. It brings unnecessary problems in your life.
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Poeticwelkin

28 Dec, 07:10

Childhood

it culminates
pouring down a pinch of packed drizzle
it mumbles a wavy goodbye
from the brink
where I have reached
from sliding on the hallway
to running dancing on my existential verity
it encircled the wavering spring and autumn,

a naive phase
I lived and souvenired lessons,
alike how I look today
I appeared a little distinct yesterday
this transition possesses some perplexed
blinked nostalgia, recollections and fondness
and some of the hymns I am not aware of
led to an excursion of my flawed existence
and that's incredible how it waved through the monsoon,

yesterday seems ages ago today
when I was on my parent's lap first time
flaws and impurities were not my ally
and today after witnessing thickets and thunderstorms
I am here with scars that confide
I can turn it into revolving stars,
today shadows bring the wandered birds to my lawn
the grass thrives and pieces of leaves dance
while I welcome a new phase
waving a wavy goodbye to the summer
it culminates here
in my recollections
it allures me from the closet which I waved
It's the shadow and breeze after the rain
it culminates now beneath dancing blue!      
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Poeticwelkin

27 Dec, 15:16

When you meet an old friend, you become a child again.
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Poeticwelkin

19 Nov, 16:36

Mother, my pillow painted tears into blood today
It engulfed my misery, which I hid from you.
Mother, Last night, when you called me
The lights in my room were dim
In a corner, I was engulfed in the shiny wrapper of expectations
The walls were approaching from different directions.
It appeared I would be buried among the crumbled walls, just as I did with the rose you nurtured while I rubbed it into my palms; it died except I remembered its essence today.
Mother, I felt the pain that it gone through
How cruel we are, how we crush things that appear beautiful to take the essence, how cruel still I am, how I am crushing myself to take the best from me, how selfish I am till today to revolve around Pluto but I forgot I still had the moon.
Mother, I saw my diary today
Father gifted me while I cut the cake and sprinkled water to welcome and invite spring for the tenth year of the glorious moon.
Mother, Your sunflower is tired today
The bedsheet had witnessed your bud fall into a casket
The diary pages could not hold the essence of what I wrote then so it became a shroud of my expectations.
Mother, You called me today, and you asked me to celebrate the moon but it was eclipsed, You know about the latent of your flower, how his heart breaks so easily but you nurtured me to survive the rage of the Tsunami yet I couldn't hold myself when the rain hit me today.
Mother, I saw you smiling, and the little spectrum of Ray visited my crumbled room, the corner is filled with ashes now and I will rise as a Phoenix,
My skin is ephemeral but it has painted pain entirely
It will not outshine forever, I promise you, Mother.
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Poeticwelkin

19 Nov, 16:28

Too positive people and too depressed people are exhausting. I like grey people—balanced, grounded, and real. Can’t you just be grey for once?
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Poeticwelkin

19 Nov, 06:22

"Losing that one person you never even dated it's a different kind of heartache. You invest so much of your emotions, so much daydreams and hopes into someone who never saw you in the same light. You find yourself analysing every interaction
every word, trying to find a hint of something more.. It's like a rollercoaster of emotions, feeling so connected to someone in one day and utterly invisible the next. You keep asking yourself "where it went wrong?" even though it never really started. You were too much for just friends, but not enough to be anything more. And it leaves YOU there, wondering, trying to make sense of the feelings that were never reciprocated, and questioning if they ever noticed your affection, if they ever noticed your love at all..."
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Poeticwelkin

18 Nov, 17:18

sukun mile to main aasmañ kharid lun
neend bechkar main khwab khareed lun

yun hi guzaar dii shab ek hi khayal mein
Rooh seench kar main raah aasan kharid lun
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Poeticwelkin

18 Nov, 16:21

🍀🌴
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Poeticwelkin

18 Nov, 13:41

Would love to interact.
Till 10:30 PM
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Poeticwelkin

18 Nov, 13:32

Before you start blaming your fate, introspect whether you endured the adversities to deserve the thing.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Nov, 15:16

Aur jab tum bas ek khawab the to mere behad hi paas the.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Nov, 06:57

My skin is a map of fault lines,
and tremors threatening to split my voices
what little remains whole.
Darkness breeds in my marrow
like a plague of moths,
eating holes through the fabric
of who I used to be.

These cemetery moments I carve through my veins,I am both the grave and the mourner,
digging deeper into wounds when the sun is a little down and I, along with the not-so-bright moon, weep mercury tears.
My heartbeat ticks like a funeral bell
and I am nothing but a collection
of wounds wearing human form,
drowning in an ocean of my own
excavated veins.
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Poeticwelkin

16 Nov, 16:50

I write the realm of words
and burn them into the ashes.
All the pain I hold seeps through my tears,
and my eyes sleep into the numbness till noon.
Palpitations of my being fluctuate
like a leaf in the pain of a tornado,
and I, and I crawl into the ashes.

Sunbeams crawl into my room
and confront the lingering winter—
a flask filled with water
drips the blaze of dissolved hopes into my eyes,
My fingers trace invisible letters over the ashes
on the mantelpiece frosted with misery,
while time drips from the ceiling
like melting wax, marking moments
I failed to catch it in my palms.

I have made my ribs as a cage of razor wire,
each breath dissipates my being a little more and tears screams through tissue-paper lungs,
Memories hemorrhage like broken veins,
spilling black ink across my skin
until I drown in my own ashes.
Night after night, I swallow glass-
the shard of thought cuts deeper
than the last. I have let my throat to become a graveyard of unspoken screams, rotting slowly in the acid of numbness.
Time doesn't heal; it festers.
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Poeticwelkin

16 Nov, 15:24

Tum waqif na ho sake mujh se kabhi
Main apne gham kisi se bayan nhi.n karta
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Poeticwelkin

15 Nov, 15:03

Now, we are a family of 1600+ people, I appreciate your presence, keep smiling and keep reading.
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Poeticwelkin

15 Nov, 14:11

We are walking museums of trauma; ornamented with fragile flowers that nobody notices.
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Poeticwelkin

15 Nov, 14:09

I breathe the misery and utter an ugly truth.
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Poeticwelkin

15 Nov, 14:07

We hurt each other and feel we did nothing wrong.
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Poeticwelkin

12 Nov, 13:50

You know you're cooked when you have to take sleeping pillss 😂😂
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Poeticwelkin

10 Nov, 12:57

Words cause more pain and remain longer than anything physical.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 18:17

And how much I need to hurt myself to realise, the cracks I wear aren't what I deserve.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 14:37

🍂
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 12:58

and years after today, I won't remember these moments and how serene they will be.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 12:52

He is an artist, his grief is the pleasure of others.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 06:31

The coffee grows cold on my windowsill
much like the dreams I once held close,
the heartbreak is proof I dared to care.

The eyes see walking galleries
of lost chances and unexpected beauty,
the disappointment evidence I dared to hope.

The world spins on across my wilt
I wonder if pain isn't just love's shadow,
the bruises are proof I dared to love.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 04:42

The more I tried to untie the knots of my mind's threads, the more all caught up, the more it gets worse, and worse, till it all ended up in huge mess, and then again I start this endless loop, over and over again.

-Arches
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 04:24

I was always a poet
But my poetry turned out to be a lesson.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 04:23

Humans spoil everything and corrupt it.
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Poeticwelkin

03 Nov, 04:20

It hurt so bad that I stopped believing in the shit.
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Poeticwelkin

01 Nov, 10:18

anger and sadness burst our ability to be rational.
So, I never let myself have a conversation in these two moments.
Sometimes anger and sadness make the situation even much worse than it exists in reality.
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Poeticwelkin

01 Nov, 10:01

First day of the month is conquered by severe headaches, how disasters a beginning could be 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️
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Poeticwelkin

01 Nov, 09:30

How tough it is to portray yourself as tough as a mountain but all you know is that you are just a withered piece of autumn.

~Existential crisis
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Poeticwelkin

31 Oct, 16:19

Things happen, but its outcome shouldn't harden our hearts; let it be as impeccable as it was before.
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Poeticwelkin

31 Oct, 13:51

🕯️
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Poeticwelkin

31 Oct, 06:32

Channel photo updated
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Poeticwelkin

31 Oct, 06:25

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Poeticwelkin

20 Oct, 05:55

I sat on a winter morning.
Striking my thoughts with a pen in hand.
Wishing for a poem to come, but every second, it's drifting away like everything in the universe.
I don't have a long time, but the longer I wait for it to come, the longer I whine and cry.
He said I should write something that people like but here I'm not even able to like a single word of mine.
With that the clock tickles at nine.
It's night, I can't wait any more so now I will write.
I will write about feelings or may be suffering under the moonlight.
But I want to write about joy and the blissful essence of life.
I want to write like I'm someone's favourite poet.
Oh, and I must write before it's too late.
But who will read and who will praise?
I write those readers like they are rats in a race.
And I? I'm no longer a poet or someone who shines.
I'm just a happy, lethal, untouched concubine.
Or maybe god's favourite slave as it's been said.
Unseen and forgotten by life but remembered after death.
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Poeticwelkin

19 Oct, 12:10

Cause animals are anyday better than social animals.🌚
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Poeticwelkin

19 Oct, 12:08

🤣
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Poeticwelkin

18 Oct, 17:46

Leaving everything behind as if nothing ever happened, neither the tree evolved nor it bore the leaves.
Not carrying the grace of the sun or moon, nothing in my pocket not even the remnants of blooms, I even refuse to collect my own numbed body,
I shade my emotions like the autumn leaves, the sunrays will fall over it again but it won't allow it to make it alive again.

To the new journey of discovering muse, prose and an elated existence.
🥂
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Poeticwelkin

18 Oct, 15:39

I deserve all the good things.
And if anybody have me
He should know how lucky he’s.
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Poeticwelkin

18 Oct, 13:41

My standards are high because I can provide what I require.
Read that again.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 22:34

Jo abr yahan se uthega,
vo sare jahan par barsega
har ju-e-ravan par barsega,
har koh-e-garan par barsega

har sard-o-saman par barsega,
har dasht-o-daman par barsega
Khud apne chaman par barsegaa,
Ghairon ke chaman par barsega
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 20:33

Life is beginning all over again this autumn.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 19:13

It pierced my heart and you read the poems
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 17:44

We make sure that we give all the love that we hold but the god makes sure that we too get what we deserve, in order to reward our purity, it rewards us much more.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 17:34

and sometimes everything fails before the start, and I wonder what beauty it carries to the future.
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Poeticwelkin

17 Oct, 17:30

I am walking beneath the skirmish of the moon and trying to bury parts which I tried to make harmony with you, one day all of me will be demolished and then maybe with a sunset, there won't be the scanty night anymore, my life will welcome spring again and the flower won't count the nurturing water as the imposed burden of the existence, untill then I put my burials down in the cemetery with shrouds smiling along the casket of unblemished hope.
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Poeticwelkin

16 Oct, 18:24

I think being a lover boy is not for me anymore.
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