Miraquill
Time's up
Bury the devils
In their own grave
Wake as the rising sun
Remember a starlights too is brave
Trace the facades
And make them expose
Never let the stains reach you
Glow with the voices making sin dispose
Bury the sorrowful doses
Colouring the empowerment
Erase the hyperbolic sentences
Break those furnaces coding the measurement
Reform the injurious lines
Resign old , design new castle
Rupture the harassment in remains
Polish the courage even bearing hassle
Reflect the forgotten rights
Invade over the severe sights
Prohibit the enemy standing at heights
Keep burning the evilness playing at nights.
~alphabet
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Read MoreStarlights = woman's significance
Hyperbolic = monopolized or harsh statements .
Furnaces = ill ideology of society
Severe sights = the eyes of devilish person finding way to harrassment .
#timesup #remainsc
Don't let the negligible values pollute the heaven
Being a woman is achievement in any succession .
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Nailed milestones = powerful/cruel organisation/individual
Adjectives=qualities
Stained = bloodshed
Impure = inhumane
Dusts = darkness or harsh leading world
#lunaticc #goodbye
@writersbay thank you so much for the repost����
Vast happiness consecutively...Adieu humanity
Between the cluster of corridor
Almirah of pages whispered
The prices of hearts are marked
Brushes are painting the bruises equipped
Debuting words are scratched
Nailed milestones snatched love
Colours are clouded blindly by black
Monopoly of crowned crows dumping the dove
Myriad pits are there in lanes
Buried pains are overloaded on prose
Animalia is precisely prejudiced with adjectives
Seeds of injuries are planted and disaster gaze each time so close
Sun arises with the belt of burdens
Noon evaporated all the silky smiles
Clouds are hiding tears in its womb
Legs are stained by glass every mile
Metaphors are rhyming with melancholy
Horizon is imprisoned by land and sky
Happiness is stored in impure pleasures
Scrolling the lunatic dusts , this time kindness is wishing good bye .
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Serene strips = bag or any object filled with playful materials.
Fences = limitations
Heartfelt tales of soldiers = hidden or reflecting humanity sprit
Fertile sky = beautiful world
Hyperbolic grammar = lofty talks of the kids .
Ink = hands
Bowl = brain ; shell = knowledge/enlightenment
Migrations = roaming here and there for temporary period
Stations = fields
Vacation = a time for sleep ...
#freedomc #memories .
Ohh my goodness.. consecutive reposts����
@writersnetwork thank you so muchChildhood in wonder woods
Serene strips on the shoulders
Far from the fences as kindness holder
Small steps enriched with dusty designs
Possessing a true heart as heartfelt tales of soldiers
Patches as palace was the glamour
Whelming journeys to the village was enamour
Moulded tongue into insightful slogans and sweet songs
Beneath the fertile sky and moments spent in hyperbolic grammar
Imitating wisdom of Bewitched birds
Ink was unstable but guided were the words
Freedom of equilateral interrogation in each lap
Breathing vibrantly in the womb of dawn and Springfield world
Subtle steps knitting patterns to universe
Touching eyes steal glance of nursery verse
Hands in hands in the godowns of parallel purity
Emptiness of the bowl collecting shells in succeeding numbers
Daylight shine bright in migrations
Mud overlaps after glittering smiling stations
Drowned deep in the world unknown of failures
Tired journals engraved on moon switched in twilight of vacation.
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Loops , here is list .
Pictographies , here are images and videos .
Den , a vast storage unit .
Applications , here are apps such as mirakee .
Vertex , here is corner .
Heartbeat , here is what I want to say .
Shout means online ways .
Cells , here is online notepads .
Last two stanzas are for #jtc
#ode
Oh my goodness������...
@writersnetwork thank you so much for gifting me the first repost yay ������.....Ode to my smartphone
Quilling the feathers in my palm
You shade courage in my alarm
Pouring infinite loops of wording
Pictographies are the crucial charm
You paint an imagery of my pen
Hiding piles of papers you act as den
Shining with the brilliancy of dictionary
You portray applications and portal over ten
Unlimited utilities you produce
Gigantic weight of separation you reduce
Composing the layer with all colourful lights
You convey time and display acknowledgement without refuse
I loved to sit and watch ahead of you
Read the summaries of world and quotes too
Admiring the ups and downs of endless vertex
Sojourning the rollercoaster of curiosity and excellence of clue
I love to engrave my heartbeat out
Script them in the records of digital shout
Enhancing my embroidered joy I love to weave poetry on cells
My day stars with glance of you and glimpses are enriched with the excitement you bought.
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Mourning alert
Unfortunately , I'm here to convey very sudden loss of Mr. Pen .
He was abiding the scripting of mankind and finally when the weight get overloaded , the ink got infected by sorrows, gave up his life while splitting the drops from nib at the last moment.
The last rites will take place at six o'clock this evening. Please mark your presence .
Regards
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Blessings of sun when touch autotrophs and gift back the moonlight , the springs blooms there .
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Dear carved love ,
Smallest moment of even a minute captures a huge background with both impacts and aspects inked with proverbs and sometimes hanged on sudden interjections .
In this vast world where calamities , disasters and hope - drowning situations got birth by the womb of homo sapiens' dominated elements .
Beside of the see - saw seeks , the seconds of gratitude never lack and lagged in my diminished shades life accompanied by negligible efforts in front of delighted aura .
The chain of instances arrived with the blank bleeding verses wandering for an ink compiling my ignited imagination , I found mirakee to express withered tales and efficiently I decorated a dozen Proses .
A heap of goals I postered after stepping inside the application with some aspirations to enhance and embellish slightest skill of joining pieces with devices to incarnate a poetry and it looks very well going after the repost of writersbay and editor's choice . That moment was so fascinating and delighting and capturing and carefully stored in the bottom of my heart .
And the queue of my joy raise where , the place is very near to my healing beats not the heart . The regret and over regret being forgiven is the greatest achievement ever I attained in the bridges of hurdles of my sonic prints .
Tri-moments binded here but it's also necessary to be thankful of each individual who nailed their assets in your thorny path to transform into soothing carpets .
Remind again , what you've is somewhere a dream of any person or even a crowd . Just be satisfied , sometimes independent but dependency is sometimes generous too . Inherit courtesy .
And finally I want to say that , there is nothing worst than a single tear whose cause is the submerged step and nothing great than being background of any shining smile .
Beware of the waves of covid and take precautions regularly and necessarily .
Keep smiling and helping .
Your anonymous fellow
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#rainbow #rains #jingle
@writersbay thank you so much for the kind repost ����Miraquill is the cloud
Filled with the black dominant ink of the poets
First roaring , showing its supremacy
Newbies as the humble sirimiri inking the united pieces binding the primary profound pearls
Established ones reporting rimjhim , facilitates the destination showering the master writers carving the fluent fabricated words with the unreadable essence of heartfelt scriptings
The readers also thunders everytime , dedicating the phenomenal words to the penmaster
And when the writersbay and writernetwork smiles as sun , the shining soothing rainbow pours out of the metaphorical stanzas .
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Shift the drops of love from bleeding to blood
Sliding to the temporary leave to fresh leaves
Script the assets on humane , no stake to stake
Shiver into the phrases of simile never scatter the reasons to smile
Hug the silence of vast , but never melt the gracias glacier
Handle the equilateral hands holding pinch of stunned stages
Hire the happiness not from the monetary of the harmed cotton
Hypnotize the unbalanced centres piece per piece for the desired humble peace
Look back dialling the codes of transportation once trees exist
Lavender logging back into the phases yet crushed of the self
Lusture of the non - metallic pendant bearing the plates of expensive aurum
Laborious flies donating while the queen consuming the hexagons with tantrum
Resonance of ruptured rendered radio rested on dusted drawer
Revolved back on the sake of the breaking breath breakthroughs
Rounded somewhere in river overlooking the tips of grounded generations
Right behind the humanity coating technologies over the love of era
#slogan #radiocBoycott the inhumane carving blended in the humane faced calligraphy
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The raining shower plastering flower on the holes of the heart
Collecting the left bricks blending with the era long awaited art
Grafting all the imageries while the soothing moon fell short
Incarnating the dry memories , framing on the concrete chart
Starting the dusky gleam of the pinning rays of sphere
Withered indicators captured stairs sobbing sat stare
Pages sliding to the corks in order to sustain the glare
Poetry powering pinned prose personifying it's pair
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sproutedseeds
1d
Read More#wod #todo #writersnetwork #miraquill
@writersnstwork thank you for the like ❤️To do list......
>Each morning warm up my dreams
to stay fit to fulfill it
>To light the lamp of positivity in every thought
>To heal every heart with power of prayers
>To ensure to help one mouth daily
>To connect with people who feel alone
>To live life this moment
>To work on my flaws
>To plant atleast one sapling to show gratitude to Mother Nature
To bury the past rendering space for future.
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anush18
4d
Read Moreeven when the heart dies, hope continues to exist. hope was invented for humans, for us to deal with our constant pain, for us to know that overpowering anxiety will make you die, but you're more powerful than that. Hope respects you, you hope for the moments that aren't right, you hope that one day you will meet that someone you've always wished to meet, you hope that one day this void won't be there, you hope that you will meet your grandmother in heaven, you hope that one day you will meet your long lost friend, you hope that you will achieve what you want to.
When loneliness creates its evil shadows in your brain, you look for hope, the only friend you think of, the only abstract feeling that can support you to thrive even in the blues. when everything leaves, blues stay, But even then hope is there.
I don't agree that hope was invented because we are a mental time machine.
It was invented for us to stay in peace.
©anush18
//We are always getting away from the present moment. Our mental existence, which are immaterial and have no dimensions, are passing along the Time-Dimension with a uniform velocity from the cradle to the grave.//
H.G. Wells, The Time Machine
@writersnetwork #ceesrepostsHope respects you.
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jigna_a
2d
डिब्बे बदलते,
गंतव्य नहीं,
मंतव्य ढेरों पनपते।
बचपन का डिब्बा,
भोले भंडारी,
कंचों के काँच में,
बसी दुनिया बिल्लौरी।
डिब्बा जवानी का खेल खिलाड़ी,
मासूम रहा जो रहा बस अनाड़ी,
जोश ऐसा अंक भर ले गगन,
पर दिल टूटा तो रह गया पिछाड़ी।
हाए! बुढ़ापा बनाया स्यापा,
पूरे जीवन का अतरंगी ख़ाका,
देरी भले की पाया सुकूँ पर,
मोह छोड़कर जब मोक्ष को झाँका।
रेलगाड़ी जीवन की थमती नहीं।
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anusugandh 2d
वक़्त
खुशनसीब तुम थे या हम थे यह वक्त को तय करने दो
दूर रहकर तन्हा कौन ,यह दिल को तय करने दो
गुरुर जिस दोस्त पर हमें हर वक्त रहता था
किसका गुरुर चूर हुआ, यह वक्त को तय करने दो
मुंतज़िर सदा थे जिसकी एक मुस्कान के
वह मुस्कान किसकी गुम हुई यह वक्त को तय करने दो
ढाल बनकर जिसके साथ हर वक्त रहते थे
किसकी ढाल को जंग लगा यह वक्त को तय करने दो
खुशनसीब ना हम रहे ,ना तुम रहे
यहां तन्हा हम रहे ,वहां तन्हा तुम रहे
किस की खुशनसीबी किस पर टिकी थी
यह सब अब उस खुदा पर छोड़ दो
बाकि सब वक़्त को तय करने दो........
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miss_silentlyweird
5d
Read MoreRAIN ON, MY CLOUDS.
When the song of storm start playing
And the back of your eyes becomes heavy
I will be here staying
I won't dare to think those downpour chevy
If you have no place to rest
In wildness of disaster
Thinking you have no power nor blest
I will dare to welcome and value you like a forecaster
In time that you felt that you can't be free
So you just walked with your wet muddy shoe
Until you caught cold weakening your knee
I dare you to flow into my shoulder all of your blue
Rain on, my clouds
I will give you a hug
We can be wavering together in crowds
Full of umbrellas and snug
#dare #wod #threewords #storm
#pod #miraquill #poet
In these passed few days I am feeling down, something is missing, there's a whole in my heart. But I remember I am alone yet not alone at all. In each corner there's a person feeling the same emotion as me. So I write this to all the people out there who's still in storm, sinking boat or drowning. I wanted to hug you with these words.
You can cry, the tears that you holding back. I know there's someone out there who will hold you and let you cry in their arms or if you think there's none, you have your self. Remember that if a star doesn't shine it is still a star, if a flower with no name still doesn't bloom, it is still a flower. It's hard but we will wait for healing, if no words come you can cry, You're free to rain on my clouds.To be a poet is like ward welcoming each individual, finding a prescription to value likewise cope each feeling.
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miss_silentlyweird
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Grief is a stage
Where it force you to do speeches
In an inevitable outrage
Making your heart pounding in mic reaches
In a first words comes with denial
Denying that they're gone
Like you're fighting in a trial
Saying it's a dream so you just yawn
Thus far when the pain laugh so hard
You became fuming mad
Knowing it wanted you to suffer
Where regrets will feed you in a supper
Then you start praying
To keep world with love once spinning
With endless bargaining
Just to take all back like beginning
But death is no take it back at all
It's empty, deep and dark tall
So you can't stop to fell in depression
In standing long you asked when acceptance cut the session
#heart #stagesofgrief
PS: Grief have stages —denial, anger, bargaining, depression and depression.
@saloni_04 I glimpse that you're in a storm of grief right now and somehow I understand how heavy it was. I can comfort you with words but I can't remove the gloominess. Stay strong, lovelots ����.Deathbed Grief Stages
I am not asking for stages,
For the reason that my heart has stage fright,
But grief says the otherwise,
It forces me to recite a eulogy.
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Perks of being a hater
You hated me
Not knowing my enemy
Is no other myself
So I guarantee you it's not below the belt
You pick me with harsh words
But in all angels I already sought
All the words that can possibly stab like swords
So uttering it is sweet because you heard my thoughts
I guessed being pessimistic is kinda blessings
Because nothing you do can break me
For I already breaking
In my own hand and plea
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No one fully taught me what is love and hurt.
So when I captured to break a leg with you,
I barely confused if it is a purely luck
or it is already limping.
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penkin
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Read MoreJust putting out a dimension of my understanding for a the issues in this country. Take a read if u ppl have time..
When something gets institutionalized there starts the politics. The general public is seen customers or vote bank. People should learn to avoid such organizations as they organize the society to support all sorts of crime like bribery, separatism, fake communal riots... Education is an open book by itself but the modern education dictated by the english capitalists put us into this system for a permanent slavery of the famous statement, secured job and secured life. Next comes the religious institutions who pool up money by capitalizing the beliefs of people, so they are categorized as capitalists too. Like the education is open to all, God is open to everyone. If you believe don't fall a prey for the politics created by institutionalized systems of a religions which always seeds separatist mindset and keep you under their thumb for pooling up money. No such institutions, be it educational or religious are concerned about a layman's upliftment. They come down to you for a permanent entrapment and stand on your shoulders. In the education, the Englishmen threw the learning of farming and agriculture from the new education system and made us believe this important for life. All their agenda was to deteriorate the independent economy of every family. To understand this, a small piece of cultivable land could feed a family everyday so that they can survive easily. On the otherside, The religious institutions took the model of divide and rule from them and the poisoning plant is growing till date and the mephitic smell of which is smelt as a fragrance of true spirit towards God. This is one of the main reason why we have minority institutions or institutions for particular caste people.
In India most of us knew farming, and every farmer was so spiritually connected to their profession. So their profession was destroyed through new education system, their spirituality that helped to see the commonality in every other religion or ethnicity was removed ideologically and turned down to follow the footsteps of institutionalized religious organizations that teach separatism. Now when there is a farmers protest that is seen in the news, a former farmer just overlooks the news and goes on. This is the achievement of the instilled modernism in people's mindset.
Be a general public. As a human being, we have the right to eat what is grown on this motherland. To develop our knowledge, we have the right to learn anything we want, without being enslaved by institutions, especially the institutions for your particular religion or caste.
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miss_silentlyweird
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About:
Mostly all of you here, known me as Skyliee who likes to write with lots of none so inspiring pieces and so with that I strive. I write what I feel and majority of that is nothing but depths of loneliness and unhappiness but I feel that same the plaque of emotion can make me toxic, so If ever I make you sick by reading the same rotten side of me, I wanted to apologize.
But you see, I used to share my rotten side here, so I'm afraid that if I stop it—I don't find anything to share. That I am completely uninteresting person hiding with fake identity.
#sunflowerc #love #wod
@writersbay @miraquillI'm afraid I have nothing to share.
I am afraid to clutter my sunflower seeds,
Growing nothing other than withering roots at sunset cede,
In a garden of agnosthesia my soul is what maggots feed,
In one look you instantly notice that fertilized bliss is my need,
The fragrance of love didn't reach my hypothalamus,
Though its thorn pokes my heart sending signals in thalamus,
I bet being sad is a trend that I followed in synchronous,
With same plaque of content becoming contagious,
I am afraid I have full of cooties lies,
With fake identity and fake personality applies,
Where my real-self is nothing but plagiarized,
Of my fictional self that have lots of pretty characterized
©miss_silentlyweird
