Category: Writers

Take Me Back

Take Me Back

Take me back in time, to that autumn, when you made me bloom like a spring rose. When you stripped me of my sadness. Take me back to that time and bring back my blossoms, bring me roses, few reasons to live, and once more blow me a kiss. Let air spread the dye of …

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Time Won’t Fly

Time Won’t Fly

I’d rather not get used to you at all. The nights grow increasingly heavy without the static monotone of your insomniac wandering on my pillow, and I am no longer forced to bear the weight of your sleepless dreams. Time won’t fly without us constantly dancing on its perpetual motion. You are a transitory orbit …

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I May Tell You To Run

I May Tell You To Run

Don’t you think there’s a certain kind of toxicity in the ease with which I may tell you to run? Run to me, run with me, run from me, but run. Run before I escape. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Love Arrives Safely

Love Arrives Safely

Love comes easier to me on the nights that you ink me into immortality. It reminds me of how love arrives safely, riding on metaphorical sunsets and shooting stars, so softly and in perfect lyrical motion. I spent nights rolling in its flames and watching us burn in its discontent arms. It gently settles into …

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SUNSET

SUNSET

Whenever I see the Sun go out of sight, It scares me. Even such beautiful things lead to darkness, It teaches me. It reminds me of the relationship we had, Beautiful yet Temporary. Just like this Sunshine, leaving me craving for more. But I see one difference, The Sun will appear again, you won’t. -Manu …

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Broken

Broken

I have noticed with increasing familiarity that pain is invisible. It often sears on the inside, where heaven and hell coincide, somewhere in the dark pits of where they say the soul lives. And finally, when your deepest thoughts are broken, it makes itself known in steady outbursts, sometimes spilling where the palm touches the …

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Fighting the Fire

Fighting the Fire

How many times can you fight the fire that’s in your head until it turns back around to burn down what remains of your rampant emotions? Does it ever tire itself of being so alive? Simple words, simpler existence. This is what you choose because you think you can lap lies around in your mouth …

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Faith

Faith

Faith has nothing to do with the science and it’s theories. It’s not about proving your religion right and other’s wrong. Faith is supposedly a positive energy that comforts a sinking heart, that brings smile upon a gloomy face. Faith is beyond the concept of theism or atheism. It is a beautiful surmise that believes …

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The Way Things Had Been

The Way Things Had Been

I’ve forgotten the way things had been. The meticulous stillness of the autumn rain on your pages, the tired exhales of the moon in your words, and the shy quivers of love in your poetry. Trust me, I’ve forgotten. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

I’m Yours & That’s It, Forever

I’m Yours & That’s It, Forever

look here now, we’ve lost the shadows of our past almost as easily as we said ” I’m yours & that’s it, forever ” , so come, spend the remainder of your light with me, lounging amongst the stars, and learning to love the dark. ~ Ashka Naik | The Silent Scribbler

Reverie

Reverie

I think I must’ve made you up in hasty dreams, parts of you still incomplete, so now I look for your missing face in the pages of my memories, but as the days go by, I realize, I should probably start at the middle and skip to the end, because really, I don’t even know …

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