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Showing posts with label heartbreak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heartbreak. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 28, 2021
Of Holding On and Letting Go!
And just like that, we feel broken,
When all we should do is surrender,
But we choose to feel shaken,
Lying still in emotions that are tender.
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I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Kya Khoob Keh Gya Tha Wo...
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Zamane se alag tha wo.
Aasaan toh kbhi tha hi nhi ye safar,
Magar ulajh gyi hai ab har dagar.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Meri zindagi ban gya tha wo.
Umaar bhar ka saath nhi bhi toh,
Kuch pal toh theher gya tha wo.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Meri rooh ko chu gya tha wo.
Hawayon mei khusboo sa,
Wo tha kuch pal ka bharosa.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Zamane se alag tha wo.
Kaaton bhari zindagi mei tha,
Wo mere daftar-e-gul sa.
Zamane se alag tha wo.
Aasaan toh kbhi tha hi nhi ye safar,
Magar ulajh gyi hai ab har dagar.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Meri zindagi ban gya tha wo.
Umaar bhar ka saath nhi bhi toh,
Kuch pal toh theher gya tha wo.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Meri rooh ko chu gya tha wo.
Hawayon mei khusboo sa,
Wo tha kuch pal ka bharosa.
Kya khoob keh gya tha wo,
Zamane se alag tha wo.
Kaaton bhari zindagi mei tha,
Wo mere daftar-e-gul sa.
© Ila Garg
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I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Sunday, November 20, 2016
Adhira – Love: Lost and Found - Book Review
Adhira – Love: Lost and Found
By Aditti Gaur
Review By Ila Garg
Adhira – Love: Lost and Found, a novel by Aditti Gaur, is published by Author Paradise Publishers. The cover is love at first sight. The wintry snow is romantic and at the same time carries an air of separation. It’s beautiful, appealing and heart-wrenching.
Read the author interview here: Aditti Gaur
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I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Monday, October 10, 2016
Breaking Free - Book Review
Breaking Free
By Neha Nayak
Review By Ila Garg
Breaking Free, a novel by Neha Nayak, is published by Srishti Publishers and Distributors. The cover is so apt which depicts a girl behind the wooden boundary, as if a she is a captive. With such an interesting cover, I was sure it would not disappoint me.
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I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Sunday, July 24, 2016
Poetry: To My Love, From Me...
She would never have been
angry…
Maybe,
she just wanted things,
And
not merely the trings.
Perhaps
he was doing his bit,
He never let her quit.
She
had questions,
She
wished to see reciprocations
But, all she got was a
set of accusations!
It
was her DAY,
It was her BIRTHDAY.
She
wanted him, his time,
A
gift laced with smiles,
An
expression in his rhyme,
And not just to travel
miles.
They
did spend an evening,
Together,
they had a great evening.
He
did it all with love and care,
Perhaps,
Loving her was his flair!
***
Okay,
they do love each other,
Of course, they are meant
to be together!
What
would he miss if she goes?
Restlessly,
a question she throws.
Wishing
to strengthen the rope,
For an answer that would
rekindle hope.
His
minimalism in love irks her at times,
She wonders if he could
just surprise her sometimes.
***
He
inspires her in a million ways,
Adding
phrase after phrase.
But,
her NEVERLAND dreams…
They
are beyond limits,
They are full of craze!
His
actions are mysterious, if she is upfront,
His
smile is still her REJOICE,
Even when he fails to let
‘them’ have an IDENTITY.
They
fight and she says, ‘Let’s BREAK UP’,
They hug and he says,
‘Let’s MAKE UP’.
Oh,
all she has to do is STAY.
The
words that they often say,
The
smiles, hugs and kisses in the café,
Keep getting etched for
the DOOMSDAY!
‘We
have no FUTURE’, she says.
‘But,
we have a PRESENT’, he says.
And in a moment, they are
angry again.
Look
how the smile fades away,
But
LOVE?
Yes, Love continues to
stay.
Love
binds their FAIRYTALE,
Ohh…
But careful, it’s still
frail.
She
wants overt romance, he keeps it subtle,
She
winks, and he writes an ODE TO HIS ANGEL.
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I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Monday, October 19, 2015
In your arms...
I love the feeling of being in your arms,
I feel safe in your embrace, in your warmth.
The way you look at me is special, it disarms,
Your lips on mine are gentle, soft, and irresistible.
Something in me breaks every time;
you go silent, I can cry oceans but then;
I close my eyes, only to find you there in my rhyme,
And then I crave to hear that soothing voice of yours!
I love to see 'us' as one and not fragmented,
Yet I call off each time only to hurt myself more than you.
And for all this pain, I apologize. You keep me grounded,
away from harm when all I want is to be 'me'.
I don't wish to give up on 'us', and I won't,
I will continue to see the dream that I once shunned.
Because your alluring eyes continue to haunt,
And your voice is still resounding in my ears.
Many a times, your feelings you have unfurled,
You left me craving for more when you put down the pen.
And yes, we can be two people for the world,
But in the moment we kissed, our souls united as 'one'!
I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Tonight I feel...
Tonight, I feel hollow inside,
Like something has broken beyond repair.
Darkness has taken over the light,
As I feel trapped in an endless tunnel.
They say that at the end of the tunnel,
You shall find the light that you seek.
But I seem to have lost direction,
As I keep coming back to where it all began!
I hear faint voices, but no one hears me.
I bleed but no one is there to heal me.
So I choose to use my blood as ink,
To give vent to the pain flooding inside me.
I cry endlessly, but it is all in vain,
I want to be hugged so tight;
That the pain in my heart subdues.
I want to be rescued tonight,
So that my heart can beat again.
And then my heartbeats can mingle,
And create a symphony with my beholder.
No promises, no strings attached!
As they only cause pain and hurt.
Tonight I choose to bear it all,
Only in hope of a better tomorrow...
Like something has broken beyond repair.
Darkness has taken over the light,
As I feel trapped in an endless tunnel.
They say that at the end of the tunnel,
You shall find the light that you seek.
But I seem to have lost direction,
As I keep coming back to where it all began!
I hear faint voices, but no one hears me.
I bleed but no one is there to heal me.
So I choose to use my blood as ink,
To give vent to the pain flooding inside me.
I cry endlessly, but it is all in vain,
I want to be hugged so tight;
That the pain in my heart subdues.
I want to be rescued tonight,
So that my heart can beat again.
And then my heartbeats can mingle,
And create a symphony with my beholder.
No promises, no strings attached!
As they only cause pain and hurt.
Tonight I choose to bear it all,
Only in hope of a better tomorrow...
I am a post-graduate in English & Communication Studies. I love writing about anything and everything under the sun. It is a passion; a compulsion; something that gives me an avenue to express myself. I write when I am happy; when I am angry or when an issue touches my heart. I write when I am restless or when I am on the verge of breaking down. I also love to sketch and click pictures.
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