Miraquill
how I slaughtered a tale of lies
Lie is a vampire-
sly, two-faced, and charming.
Lie turns thorns to flowers
and transforms the devil to a fairy
Lie is just a frail, aging creature
that can never stand upto Truth;
did you know
that Lie can sense its death from afar?
Lie is no immortal vampire
for, it loses the fight
once it has feasted on faith
and drained the heart of every molecule of trust
if Lie has anything to fear,
it should fear my wrath-
I wouldn't think twice,
before punching Lie in the face,
and stabbing Lie, with a stake,
in the heart---
when Lie took the final breath
all wasn't over---
for, Lie is forever greedy and conniving
"how dare you dream of peace in death!"
©amalia_abbar
amalia_abbar
~Hope~ a candle that refuses to go out
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amalia_abbar
18w
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amalia_abbar
19w
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I wish I could share the photo.
#photo @miraquill @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #miraquill #wod #pod #ceesrepostsJust another night in the past, spent with my best friend, flaunting our matching ball gowns in the moonlight, moving to an unheard rhythm, that strikes not the ear but the soul, stirring the chords of everlasting friendship and a love that transcends space and time...down the memory lane, some wonders remain buried, others forgotten...
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amalia_abbar
21w
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Thankyousoomuch for the EC! :))
#age #miraquill #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts #pod #wodthe trust I carried inside
like a treasure
has mutated into a barbed wire
it hurts it hurts it hurts
to swallow it
it hurts it hurts it hurts
to spit it
but flushing you out of my memory helps
and so I hope
my spirit will outgrow the barbed wire
the leaves of my soul brushing against the skies
the barbed wire
just something to be pulled
and hurled in the fire
where all the memories transform into nugatory and flimsy ash
©amalia_abbar -
amalia_abbar
24w
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Zindagi Ek Safar Hai Suhana - sung by Kishore Kumar
#song #miraquill #writersnetwork #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @miraquill #wod #pod
//Haste gate jahan se guzar
Duniya ki tu parvah na kar
Muskuraate hue din bitana
Yahan kal kya ho kisne jaana
Haan zindagi ek safar hai suhana
Yahan kal kya ho kisne jaana//so, let me pick the brightest smiles from the wardrobe of expressions and adorn my face
and let's hope the pain of heartbreak disappears within forced happiness' embrace...
©amalia_abbar -
amalia_abbar
26w
loving you was like going down the ocean
the deeper I went, the darker and scarier it got
my scuba is running out, my snorkel isn't doing well
now I question myself; why did I have to love you at all?
©amalia_abbar -
amalia_abbar
26w
blue is to me what it is to you
blue is our beloved
sky blue was the shirt you wore that day
midnight blue was the jeans you coupled it with
blue mingled with the yellows and reds of the fading sun painted the skies, while
peacock blue butterflies fluttered in my heart
blue is supposedly synonymous with melancholy, but only
blue ballpoint pens allow me to write about our
robin egg blue love story in blank verse
©amalia_abbar -
amalia_abbar
26w
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#live
Thank you for the ♡ @writersnetwork :))
@miraquill #writersnetwork #miraquill #wod #pod #ceesrepostsfrom afar
I mistook you for an archway
my mind's eye saw valleys and rivers and waterfalls and a horizon that was always out of reach on the other side
it was too late and I had come too close to learn that you are nothing but a dead end.
the doors through which I came had closed behind me forever and now all I could do was stare at the archway-cum-dead end
there were days when I stared long and hard at you
hoping you would move, hoping you would talk, hoping you would react;
I willed you to become a human
I dreamt of you batting an eye
and in it I saw a world of hurt and untended wounds
you are a dead end
but you weren't all deadened inside
I shall not live in vain
if I can remove the pins from your soul and undress your heart
I shall not live in vain
if I can construe the finger-drawn symbols on the shores of your being
before the waves of self-preservation can come and erase them away
I shall not live in vain
if I can become the sun and rise from the sea of your truth to light up the world...
if I can water the buds aching to break through the cracks of your walls, pining for light of kindness and air of freedom to blossom into jewel-toned flowers, then
I shall not live in vain...
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amalia_abbar
26w
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Thank you so much @miraquill and @writersnetwork for the EC and ♡ :))))
#skinny #wod #pod @writersnetwork @miraquill #writersnetwork #miraquillyou visit me in dreams
where
iridescent
visions
abound,
where
gaze
speaks
volumes,
where
you visit me,in dreams
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amalia_abbar
27w
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Thank you so much @miraquill for the EC ��
Thank you @writersnetwork for the ♡ :)))
#stories #photograph @miraquill #miraquill @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #pod #wodstories you read are photographs that captured the imagination of the authors who wrote them; stories you read are narratives directing the ever blossoming worlds of phantasmagoria; frame them in your memory as soon as you can, for, what if time were to worm its way and nibble away the colours, novelty and magic of your unforgettable reading experience?
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amalia_abbar
27w
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#different #miraquill @miraquill #writersnetwork
Thank you for the ♡ @writersnetwork :))
#wod #pod #writersbay #writerstolliof caged birds
emotions locked deeply within my being, flutter around like birds, caged against their will
they peep through the windows of my misted eyes, tracking the movement of the tears as far as they can see
they screech for freedom, swooping down on my tongue, hurling themselves against my teeth, hoping to escape through my mouth and sing to the world of the stories of their birth and the meaning of their existence
they knock, kick, stamp and peck at my heart, praying for escape, a saviour, who would free them willingly, not out of pity or feigned kindness, but out of love and understanding
when will these caged birds realize that if they were to leave me, chaos would ensue
when will these caged birds realize that it's better to stay within, where they can roam freely, without being weighed down by fear of slaughter
let me keep them safe from the world, let me feed them differently, by nourishing them with heartwarming, beautiful poesies and with tales of kind, patient, and protective heroes...
©amalia_abbar
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_ashna_
18w
Read Morepov of women who had a miscarriage
@miraquill @writersnetwork #two #pod #ceesreposts #mementomorii
Might write a longer one later. Thank you writersnetwork❤The flower of death
My heart is tainted with blue oozing out of my arteries with throbbing grief and heaviness in all the chambers of my soul, my belly no longer is called home where it is just a naked cavity of full stops. The frail wild daisies no longer blossom in my heart as they have all withered away like petals soaked in stains of blue. I can no longer hear the beat of a Lilly that flowered inside me once, all I can sense is the stillnesses of a rafflesia; the flower of death.
©_ashna_ -
absynth
57w
love bites
I am a cork screw,
She's a bottle of champagne;
We waste more love than we taste.
I'm an arcane text,
She is the scribing quill pen
Translating love's magic spell.
I'm plain vanilla,
She's an exotic orchid;
Stung together by love bee.
©absynth -
absynth
25w
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Done writing on prompts. This was impromptu.
#nobody #vagueabond #trustissues #allovertheplace #place #wod
#writersofmirakee #mirakee #miraquill #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureaunobody
There is this place called the Mind
Which is a locked briefcase whose unlocking code I need to find
But it's not a combination of numbers
but a sequence of words
That I need to fiddle with
so that it reveals the contents boxed in my skull
And I keep rearranging alphabets
with the hope of manifesting that secret code
And before I know it I have a whole poem staring at my face
When all I wanted was to unlock that briefcase.
There is this place called the Heart.
Unlike the Mind it's easier to find
Because it gives up its cover when it pounds too hard
But again it's guarded by a ribcage that grows around it like a fortress
To protect it from physical injuries but not from the emotional ones.
I don't have the key.
Lost it somewhere inside me.
So I put my hand on my chest
And listen to the Heart banging its head onto the bony fortress.
I tell it to calm down
And let down its hair
And look for the key which may be lying somewhere nearby
But the Heart says
That it ain't the pretty Rapunzel with cascading hair,
It's just hungry emotions that are trapped there.
I should find the hair at the top of my head
And I ain't a prince too
To come to the Heart's rescue.
Then there's this place which is called the Soul
And a lot of stories about its existence have been told
But it's as sneaky as a wandering ghoul in the dark,
the third eye that brings it to light is a misleading landmark.
I can't establish contact with this entity
Though it's supposed to reside in me
And is a speck of cosmic energy
Which is a proof of my eternity.
All I can do is to trust the Soul's divinity
To nourish and protect my caged body.
Now I'm confused.
Whom should I trust?
The distracting mind or the unrelenting heart or the sneaky soul?
These trust issues make me insecure
And make me a vagabond in my own body.
Oh! The things I have to endure
Just to know that I'm nobody.
©absynth -
Luminating friendship
If it wasn't for your glare, who would see me.
Who would write so well of me.
I stand firm in the sky you claim.
And again seen because of the light you gave me.
I'm indebted to you for all time.
For how boring would it be, if lovers stopped writing off giving me to each other.
I feel apart of the group, even with the distant stars.
Only because you, my brother, have shown me some light.
©kradle -
miraquill
26w
Word of the day – Question
Mention a question in the comment section that has puzzled you for years.
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absynth
26w
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Happy New Year Miraquill. calendar baby says hi. :)
#calendarbaby #newborn #slippinginnocence #firstdawnoftheyear #newyear #wod
#writersofmirakee #mirakee #miraquill #mirakeeRoar #pod #readwriteunite #wordporn #writersnetwork #writerscommunity #mirakeeapp #writers_paradise #writers_together #mirakeepost #mirakeefamily #mirakinity_mibe #writersunited #writersbureaucalendar baby
Got a new calendar today
But haven't hung it yet on the wall
For the last couple of years have taken the desire away
To see vast numbers in terms of death tolls.
The greek alphabet is back in vogue now
And the trending one is omicron
The list gets longer as do the terrors it bestows
Of another imminent lockdown.
And speaking of New Year resolutions,
Mine is just to be now and here
Devoid of any illness or incarceration
While breathing in the pristine air of nature.
But life goes on as it always does
There are goals, missions, milestones, targets and what not to be met
A double vaccination may not be protective enough
And perhaps the need of the moment
Is a booster shot of patience that hope injects.
The calendar lies in a corner all curled up
And I have no wish at all to crucify it against the wall
For it's a wee baby just born out of time's womb
Still innocent to the past of a bleeding world.
©absynth -
miraquill
26w
Color poem
Brown is dirt
Brown is mud
Brown is wood
Brown is a bear
Brown is mother nature -
sadawrites 27w
Read MoreBE THE REAL YOU
No matter what the world thinks about you
No matter how they critsize you
Accept yourself with your pros and cons
Don't change yourself according to other adores
Don't wear a guise, in fear of others
Your personality with your cons is even pulchritudinous
You would meet many hypocrites
Who are themselves in a disguise
Let people accept what you are
They don't even know who they are
Don't let others to spoil your soul
The real you should always be loyal
Change yourself,when you need
But never in others constraint
If you are right,then what matters
Let other consider you erroneous
Soon your time will come
Their guesses will make them remorse
Sada writes
#beyou #miraquill #mirakey #english #poem #poetessBe The Real You
©sadawrites
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The Minds Rendition
A messenger, "Hope", has inspired an interesting shade in my mind.
One of fluidity and honesty.
That speaks clearly of the distress in this battle we call life.
Yet I wonder if anything I would say could hold value other than in my heart.
If the song of the birds at a stalemate before sunrise.
Or the drumming of crickets in the heart of the night.
Could bring peace and joy as I seek, for others across the horizon.
This, single breath kept in my lungs.
I wish to sing with it and parry my mind to dance in the ever kradle of earth.
That takes and births, hides nothing, and yet has secrets greater than even my imagination could fathom.
Well the messenger, "Hope", is indeed a messenger.
And I too write inscription just in a different shade, with... Hope that... I shall not live in vain.
©kradle -
aster_diya 27w
Read More"When they first bloom, cotton flowers are pure white or creamy. Over the next few days, the blossom turns pink and then red before drying up and dropping off within a week. The whole flower lasts for only 5 days. A cotton boll takes the place of the flower, eventually cracking open to reveal the tufts of white cotton on the inside."
While thinking about how I could possibly capture the essence of life in three short lines, the cotton plant came to mind. To me it seems a perfect representation of aging. It sounds like a scary or tragic prospect. Our youth is fleeting like these flowers, yet to produce such a beneficial material as cotton - wisdom and strength - can only be achieved through growing up and shedding those beautiful petals, to make space for our rebirth into a new stage of life, as sad as it may be. Cotton is indispensable and lends to something greater than itself. At least that's how I see it.
#life #haiku #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetworkCotton
First bloom, white turns pink,
Reddens, dries, drops in five days,
Reborn, cotton clouds.
©aster_diya
