Miraquill
Bequeathed art
First time when I grabbed
The pen to paint my monotonous
Canvas with artistic shades
Dilemma's inside of me questioned__
"Would you be able to do it?"
Still I search for the answer every day
And the quest ends when
I dredge back bequeathed art
Little more to attain some lore
Then the voice of gratitude says, see
How amazingly dead poets painted it for you
©altafmurtaza
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Addicted to the dark light
Of night sky with sheer delight
That I turn off every artificial bright,
And wish electricity to stay off till midnight
So that I can gulp the glass of ghazal
With my selective sanguine sights.
_____Altaf -
Sunflower
Some prodigious poets
Titled me with wowser
De facto a sinner
Failed oracle considered
As chef d'Oeuvre
From golden tears
To special outsider
All appeared millionaire
Beloved kin embowered
Unfadingly love showered
Verses of patience
Caparisoned with power
Gratitude to all caretakers
Who have joined together
And vowed to make
This place a sunflower!
____Altaf -
altafmurtaza
23w
You're all Invincible
Broken fetters and manacles
Left my own world of shambles
On your doorstep without hustle
One is you: Invincible
One is me: Incorrigible
You're a bundle of miracles
Add me in those chronicles
Am I not eligible and compatible?
To get your one glimpse of twinkle!
____Altaf -
altafmurtaza
28w
I met a writer from a cosmic world
I met a writer
from a cosmic world
Who said____
I feel the aura
and efficacy
Of your poetries
every evening
When I sit
on the pedestal
of my terrace
I listen to your
euphoric verses
every dusk in the
Flutter of warblers
returning to their nests
I behold the inveteracies
of your declarations
In every knackered souls
passing by the road
carrying bags filled
With gazettes and groceries
Back to their homes
I sense the reclusion
of your brief spells
(That vanished in front
of catchy narratives and epics)
In this new age chic
smouldering their cigars resolutely
I met a writer
from a cosmic world
Who goes on to say that
'I'm not a writer'
But was destined
To take the circular shape
of a drop which subsists
in this vast blue ocean!
©altafmurtaza -
altafmurtaza
35w
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• Athirst ( strong crazy desire)
• conspicuous ( noticeable)
• Lachrymosity ( something tearful)
• Allegiance ( devotion, loyalty)
• cadence ( A rhythmic flow of words)
• Clarence here refers to Clarence Thomas who is famous for having doubted the resurrection of Jesus ChristA COMMENCEMENT
Athirst for conspicuous change
But crunch in self credence
Lachrymosity out of allegiance
(In)candescent into clarence
Cracked zilch except grand cadence
___Altaf -
Once when I was young and angry
Once when I was young and angry
People exulted, left me in misery
It didn't shake my ignited imagery
But resulted in making me a denizen of solitary
I wasn't studying then in nursery
Neither was indulged in playful gimmickry
Looked forward to attain ethereal mastery
By rebuffing overtures to be a voluptuary
Ultimately inclined in the realm of poetry
©altafmurtaza -
Are you writing?
Write to bring the change
Write to break the fence
Write to be viewed outside the lens
Your words shouldn't be confined hence
In the colorful World of pens and stains
___Altaf -
altafmurtaza
37w
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It reminded me of a quote by Wordsworth
"Nature never did betray a heart who loved her."
So.... I wonder whether I slammed or loved nature last night!Love or slam?
Last night
I slammed nature
For being mundane
And today
Nature gifted me
With several
Moment's of treats.
©altafmurtaza -
September 6, 2021
Dear miraquill,
You have done a commendable job by nourishing all the receptive minded souls with your glorifying platform.
Learners come here with variety of thoughts but turn into a prolific and professional writer.
Gathering all like minded laureates and allowing them to exchange and learn new ideas not only augment the skills of writing but has opened the vividness of looking life from different perspectives.
Hope this platform will continue to flourish and keep nurturing impending artistic talents.
With love and respect,
Àｌｔあｆ
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pink_berry
3d
Read MoreHer eyes were the spectrum which reflected a rainbow.
He fell for the shades of love they held.
She wept in her sleep and he whimpered in his prayers.
The white sheet of their soul captured a rainbow of love.
The white of hope passed the prism of their poetry.
The Violet veins voice the verses.
The Indigo imaged the ink.
The Blues balanced the barriers.
The Green glistened glitters of goodness.
The Yellow yesterdays yawned a yearning.
The Orange orchids of oxymoron's overwhelmed at their own.
The Red roses radiated rare romantics
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#rainbowandlove #wod #pod @miraquill
Thank you so much for the repost(14)������❤❤❤����
@writersnetwork #aloowrites #honestgranny
Enjoy reading ❤ #berryinksloveRainbow
Through the prism of tears , the white ray of hope scattered a rainbow of love.
The vibrant colours of the rainbow fell for the monochromatic tears and ended up refracting 7 shades of Love.
And you can only spot this sacred rainbow of melodious metaphors once you know what melancholy of darkness is.
©pink_berry -
love_whispererr
3d
Read MoreMothers can dream too, they are not meant to be only a part of your kitchens and households. They are not caged. They want to fly sometimes. Let them fly.
#Rainbowandlove
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��Recapitulating rainbows and rages
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Some pickle jars in my mother's kitchen
mango, lemon, ginger, garlic, chilli spicy
and many more jars on her tiny cupboard ;
her glimmering eyes while making them
and presenting to her friends and relatives
with a smiling face and chuckling heart.
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Some springing fishes in my mother's aquarium
electric blue, yellow, golden, bright green & two Reds
total six and she gives them beautiful names
she calls them, she feeds them, she plays with them
and they listen, they come and follow her fingers
they somersault and she tee-hees with a wide lip.
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Some broken dreams on my mother's chest
faded, abandoned, casted off and jilted
while making fritters for a tired husband
making coffees for the demand of a daughter
making pancakes for the demand of a son:
neither giggled nor chortled, never wailed too.
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Some ungrateful humans from my mother's closet
named as husband, daughter and son
who kill her dreams every moment with demands
and make her wear some silent shoes of love
//
©;Bidya B. -
Braving shoes
Life , o life ! Not threatened by your death
Your mountain sweep, and defenseless play
Steep fast fall and unpleasing leads
A daily grunt and lack of bread
Struggles, o struggles, not terrified by your blight
Your warping feet and sweatfilled beads
Like a mosaic of pieces clustered in one
A incantation of heritage, congealed and solidified
Tears, o tears, not perturbed by your unending pain
Your steady jets and broken shake
Like a shattered cloud by the majestic Sun
A shadowed scent and silent rain
Like an empty song, with hopes so dead
A harped belief, anchored safe
I struggle
I cry
I live
I await a rainbow in shades of you
©lovethatneverfades -
pink_berry
4d
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Break your heart until it opens - Rumi❤
#break #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #aloowrites #justberrythings #honestgranny
Enjoy reading ❤Don't fix what's broken
There are pieces of glass lying on the concrete floor of my room. I kept breaking things. Hearts too. But you can't get through life without hurting someone.
Carrying a broken heart in my ribs i kept fixing others heart.
Kept glueing the pieces with care.
In the end everyone were happy but i lost my smile because i forgot that if i keep pleasing others , i won't have anyone to please me. I picked the pieces of glass with sharp edges , it sliced the layer of my skin and blood came drizzling from the tip of my finger. It hurts to be broken but what hurts even more is trying to make a broken thing a whole again. So , i won't fix it. Let it break , let it bleed. Its broken but it's also open. Let me welcome the daggers and let me embrace the pain. Let me heal with no aid and let the blood rain.
©pink_berry -
It happened to me to hide a love for fear of losing it;
It happened to me to lose a love for having hidden it.
I happened to shake hands with someone out of fear;
I've been scared to the point that I can't feel my hands anymore .
I happened to cut people I loved out of my life;
I happened to regret it.
Sometimes I cried for nights, until I fell asleep;
There have been times when I've been so happy that I couldn't close my eyes.
It happened to me to believe in perfect loves;
Then to discover that they do not exist.
It happened to me to like people who disappointed me;
It happened to me to disappoint people who loved me.
Sometimes I spent hours in front of the mirror trying to find out who I am and to be sure of myself to the point of wanting to disappear.
I have lied and then blamed myself, told the truth
and blamed myself too.
Sometimes I pretended to make fun of people I loved
before crying later, in silence in my corner.
It happened to me to smile while crying tears of sadness and to cry
so much I had laughed.
Sometimes I believed in people who weren't worth it,
and stopped believing in those who nevertheless deserved it.
It happened to me to have fits of laughter when it was not necessary.
It happened to me to break plates, glasses and vases, out of rage.
It happened to me to feel the lack of someone without ever telling them.
It happened to me to shout when I should have been silent,
to be silent when I should have shouted.
Many times I didn't say what I thought to please some,
other times I said what I didn't think to hurt others.
I happened to pretend to be what I am not to please some,
and to pretend to be what I am not to displease others.
I've told silly jokes over and over
just to see a friend happy.
It happened to me to invent a happy ending to stories to give
hope to those who had none.
I have dreamed too much, to the point of confusing dream and reality...
I happened to be afraid of the dark, today in the dark.
“I find myself, I lower myself, I stay there”
I've already fallen countless times thinking
I wouldn't get back up.
I got up countless times thinking
I wouldn't fall again.
I happened to call someone so as not to call the one
I wanted to call.
I happened to run after a car because it took
the one I loved.
I have called Mom in the middle of the night while escaping
from a nightmare.
But she didn't appear and the nightmare was even worse.
I have called people close to me friends and found out
they weren't.
Others, on the other hand, whom I never needed to name have
always been and will always be dear to me.
Don't give me truths, because I don't
always want to be right.
Don't show me what you expect from me because I will
follow my heart!
Don't ask me to be what I'm not, don't invite me to
conform, because sincerely I'm different! I don't know how to love halfway, I don't know how to live on lies, I don't know how to keep
my feet on the ground. I'm still myself but I won't always be the same!
I like the slowest poisons, the most bitter drinks, the strongest
drugs, the craziest ideas, the most
complex thoughts, the strongest feelings.
My appetite is voracious and my delusions are the craziest.
You can even push me from the top of a rock, I will say: – so what?
I love to fly! -
When marmorel nights get drunk on sillage, solitude slits the slashes of sorrows with the swords of saudade singing the song of storm. And my marcid soul beg for death lying on the roof of reminiscences.
~jennie -
aleesa
2w
Read More[things i said at 3 am]
His eyes were so blue,I could mistake them for an ocean or pearls with unknown origin. It seemed ike the universe had lost a part of itself and somehow adjusted in his eye-sockets. I told him everything about the way he looks a little broken and lost and everything about the way I want to love him in the emptiness and dark. I traced my glittering fingers over every wound and scar of his to let him know that I will be there to fix all of his fragments and calm the unsettling and chaotic hurricanes of his soul.
[things i said too quietly]
"your brokenness is piercing my soul" I whispered under my breath as he pushed me on the floor and I pierced my hand on the broken shards of the wine glass. The dripping blood mixed with the mahogany wine and an aura of betrayal filled the air. My brain started recalling every definition of the word abuse and I pushed the thought away. " He just needs some time" I said to myself quitely. Later that day he bought me my favourite flowers, daisies and lavenders and apologized for the chaos that revolves around him. The fresh fragrance of flowers tickled my nostrils and dried all the tears away.
[things i didn't say at all]
The rustle of falling autumn leaves and the stormy weather blended with the sound of hurricane that had originated somewhere within him, it was a kind of destructive force that was born to crush everything into chunks ; me, our home ,dying summer and all the happiness. I accepted the fall of universe without any rebellion just like the summer had surrendered itself completely to another season. I didn't try to stop him when he crushed all of the memories we had been building since years neither did I say anything about the blinding darkness that was making me lose parts of myself.
[things i said under the stars]
"It's a beautiful feeling to choose yourself over all the mess. No other person can fix the brokenness of another human. For the injured and broken parts demand self love, flooding from emptiness of ones own heart", I said to myself as I felt the dewy grass beneath of cold feet. Every inch of my skin was twitching with bliss as I stared at the empty yet starry sky and promised to choose myself over everything, again and again.
~ Aleesa Khan
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@miraquill @writersnetwork #thingsyousaid.
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raghavendran
4d
Autobiography of a Block of Stone
From a massive stony mountain,
I was sawed off,
With the might of machines
And by men with bulging muscles.
When my bond with the parent rock
Was broken in due time,
With great caution and care
I was eased on to the floor
Of a massive vehicle
That rolled with a struggling gait,
Like an awesome Leviathan.
After a long and uneventful journey,
When I reached a Sculpting Unit,
I found myself amidst many
Who could have been my cousins,
In various postures-
Some lying flat,
Some standing erect
And some aslant
resting against the wall.
Jets of water showered me,
Swirling abrasive discs smoothed
My sharp and rough edges,
With sparks flying off me.
Days two later,
An elderly man with specs
Began to work on me,
Chiselling me with great care
And chipping off
What he considered
As extraneous to his creation,
Much like a surgeon
Removing some cancerous flesh
From the parent body
To give it a new life.
For months many
His chisels and hammer
Laboured without cease,
Until on one fine evening
I stood as a God in Stone,
With all the divine attributes
Ingrained in Man's imagination
And his wondrous skill.
Once I stood as a Grand God,
Under the careful eyes
Of the satisfied Master Artiste,
It was time for me
To leave for a destination
Which I was unaware of.
Once again I travelled,
Safely hoisted and set with care
Upon a massive vehicle,
(Much like the earlier one)
Which trundled on the road
Alongside more such
Till it reached the destination-
A new temple
On a sprawling ground.
Suffice it to say
That I was installed
In the Sanctum Sanctorum
With pomp and veneration
As a Grand God
To bless the thronging
Mass of believing humanity.
In somber moments
When I am left alone at night,
I wonder at the miracle
That happened
To a piece of stone-
Once shapeless and weather-beaten
And ignored by passersby-
Becoming an object
Of great faith and veneration.
Raghav R
21.05.2022
©raghavendran -
after rose gold dusk,
i look in the mirror and don't know what I see.
I ask it to declare its name
but I can only hear drops
in a night sky cave
as they fall forever
and at last, break the surface of some hollow pond.
I would like to imagine the pond Corfu blue,
but draped in shadows,
I cannot tell. -
_firefly
1w
Read More@lovethatneverfades here you go xD. Didn't mean to write thisssss. Kuch aur hi hogya ye ��️
#fly is it?
#fireflyec @miraquill thank you <3
Tomorrow will be good I promise.This summer evening tastes like
sour lemons dipped in sugar syrup
that I stole from my granny's kitchen.
The hot yet calming wind
kisses my cheek like a revolt,
searing my dry skin.
Dandelions fly around
and my eyes run after them
till I lose them to my finite sight.
My heart is hopping around
with butterflies, on lilacs and carnations,
perishing on peachy promises
of approaching beloved monsoon,
where my metaphorical wings
will be stitched anew by the rains,
and the uncanny scars will heal,
fresh hope will be brewed inside
the cauldron of my stomach,
the bottles of bloodied tears
hanging down the cracked ribs
will be washed and sterilized,
I will fly beside the blistered clouds,
roaring louder than thunderstorm
like the collision of two swords.
I will blow off the past candles
of igniting hopelessness
drawing unerasable joyful lines
of mesmerizing tomorrows.
_firefly
