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~Hope~ a candle that refuses to go out

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  • amalia_abbar 18w

    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 19w

    Just 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...

    ©amalia_abbar

  • amalia_abbar 21w

    the 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

    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//

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    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?

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  • 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

    from 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...

    ©amalia_abbar

  • amalia_abbar 26w

    you visit me in dreams
    where
    iridescent
    visions
    abound,
    where
    gaze
    speaks
    volumes,
    where
    you visit me,in dreams

    ©amalia_abbar

  • amalia_abbar 27w

    Thank you so much @miraquill for the EC ��
    Thank you @writersnetwork for the ♡ :)))

    #stories #photograph @miraquill #miraquill @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #pod #wod

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    stories 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?

    ©amalia_abbar

  • amalia_abbar 27w

    of 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