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Longing to go home

I have been the perfect
in my decisions;
I still am.
I always had thought all of it,
so it doesn’t get off anyway,
but what I did forget was,
Not everyone is like me.
My decisions are perfect,
for you and for me,
and everything in between
or on edges;
I forgot, you cannot for now,
send your vision directly to them.
I hope science won’t play with it,
which I know it will do…
But still, coming back to my point,
it’s that, I tried, and again,
yet again, and one more time.
All failures and I understood,
People don’t care.
They want to make mistakes and regret.
Not blame it on them,
it’s the times and human tendency itself.
I don’t blame any but me,
to think that, I can explain them,
or even consider that, I’m right in it.
It’s just that inner voice and,
so many past days you know,
after which I said what I did.
Probably, the fallacy was lack of gut,
and taking it too long.
I wish this would have been stronger,
in me.
It isn’t.
I get on knees and literally,
put my nose down,
just to make you believe,
what I’m saying, isn’t a joke and bro,
or sis, please believe me,
I’m not insane, it’s true,
But hey, no,
don’t believe even once, even when
you know I did trusted you so blindly,
not so blindly, but almost so,
and gave you chance,
never tried to disrespect or question you
and kill me oh god,
this place isn’t mine,
I’m alone, I’m ALONE…
Please take me higher to you,
I go hopeless at times.
I’m so sick of whatever fun you say it is,
because hey, you never mean it,
it’s hilarious how easily,
I let you play your tune on me,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry dear me.
Too much to bear for you.
Kill me oh me at times I feel so.
Who to blame? but me.
I’m the wrong I know,
the fault is in me.
I tried but I can’t fake myself anymore.
This is me, oh Zeus,
Send down the Hades,
I’m tired of this Aphrodite.
Kill me, take me to the solace.
Peace. I need my own galaxy.
Where is my home?
Please, now no more fate,
I order you oh the forces,
end this… heavens… for your Olympus,
Take me to my home.
Where is it? ©err1585

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On love and expression

And how to express
the transparency of my love,
it’s purity and it’s truth for you.
The structures and concrete,
have made it so fake and bolted.

Hey… Do look between the lines
and silence of mine;
For no, I’ll not explain,
I’ll just say it with my being.


Cold Wind Gives Warmth Sometimes

​You came in and touched

The cells, that peach, 

Those delicate fingers,

Wrapping up, on your climbers,

Tough and long.

The dashing wave of wind,

Can kiss so sweetly,

And breath me for so long. 

Mints of your lips,

Playing on the neck,

Right to left you move,

Feeling of eternal bliss

You linger on me, 

Oh, lovely wind,

What messenger you are? 

That caressing tangible affection,

You showered on these black curls,

And embraced not this skin,

But transparent soul you healed,

What a doctor you are,

Oh, never go, cold wind. 

Pores of my body, 

Calling you to flow, evermore, 

Giving me the warmth,

From your chills…

Who are you, you blow?

With all my blues, I call you again,

Please don’t stop, don’t go! 

© ritikapeace

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Sometimes You Give Up

Sometimes you give up. 

You feel like that mirror,

Who was hit hard,

With that leather ball,

And crashed, shattered down,

Into billions of pieces, 

Small and large,

And you just came accumulated yourself,

Into one beautiful reflector again. 

© ritikapeace


That saintly being

Doesn’t even care now

What’s on its body.

Those cells are meant to burn,

Burn are turn into ashes

Or just dwell innate mud.

That saintly being

Doesn’t even think anything

But to help others;

Hug and spread love,

Don’t even care,

If it’s male, female or any other. 

That saintly person

Doesn’t even fear anymore,

For no matter what,

It knows the real meaning of

That eternal, mysteriousness question,

What’s death? What’s life? © ritikapeace

Eternal Bliss of My Words

E, eee, e world! 

Truly an enigmatic enthusiastic 

Exuberant lovely world

Of electronic literature. 

Oh! But how I wish,

It would much more than fake. 

Oh! How I wish, 

It would have recognised, 

True aesthetical, beautiful, 

Much respectable literary holders, 

True poets and authors.

Oh! How I think, every second, 

Is our art of any use. 

Oh poor writer, 

You are no business enigma. 

You are just a poor expressionist. 

Nothing…but a writer.

Business of words… Where am I living,

Dear lord, take me far away, 

To your eternal grace. 

Even Hades would do,

If not you Jesus or Zeus? 

Nothing I wish anymore,

But my peaceful bed of words and rose.

Magic of these locutions and love. 

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Chal Kahi Door

Chal kahi door chal tu zindagi,

Yaha humare jaisa koi nahi. 

Chal kahi khuli hawa mein,

Kahi jaha mann shaant ho,

Tera mera ek pyaara jahaan,

Dua aur nazakat se bhara samaa ho,

Waha jaha khushi ho,

Mizaaj kuch sach sapne karne wala,

Kuch toh khubsurat, kuch toh naya ho. 

Chal kahi dur mere sang zindagi, 

Yaha humare jaisa koi nahi. 

Chal waha jaha tu ho, mai hu,

Aur bas pyaar ka ehsaas,

Musalsal har rahi,

Daya se bhigta dil leke ghumta ho,

Har taraf jahan hum dekhe,

Zindagi ho, pyaar ho.