Miraquill
Sometimes I feel entrapped in my own verses
There's no way out
But now it all makes sense
And at times the sound of the raindrops on the rooftop is so liberating
That I keep waiting for the rain till morning
But on that particular night, when I keep waiting desperately it never rains
Sometimes we just want to seize the moments, not realising those moments always remain with us
Doesn't matter if they are passed ones
And of course yes, loneliness is an addiction
But it's a better companion, a good friend
If you learn to embrace it
©an_eleutheromaniac
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twinkling_girl
81w
She’s bruised beneath a crematorium of her memories
Trying to breath the flakes of harsh words
She scummed upon ashes of dead souls
To retain only peace in both the worlds .
©twinkling_girl -
parineeta1
82w
ভোগালী বিহুৰ শুভেচ্ছা জনালোঁ...
... Happy bhugali bihu.. -
ankita_saikia
88w
Morning walk in the Woods
I got up early, to go for a walk.
Empty handed, just a bag in hand
With cool breeze caressing me.
Soon reached the Woods
View there was breathtaking.
In front was a carpet of orange, red and yellow leaves
More were falling constantly
Took off my slippers, put them in the bag.
Barefoot I walked on the leaves enjoying the feel
Listening to the rustling sound
Chirping of bird's resounded the air
I looked around to spot a flying beauty.
At that moment saw a butterfly
It was black with intricate designs in yellow.
Some distance away was a snail walking slowly with shell in its back
Dew drops on leaves and flowers glittered like diamonds
Beak touching beak dove and sparrow were enjoying
Parrot and gold flinch perched atop a tree filled me with exhilaration.
As I walked ahead, sound of flowing water made me stop
I stood under a tree and watched colorful leaves floating on water
Leaves fell on me like slow drizzle.
Suddenly a frog popped out of water
Only to jump back again.
Up in sky, sun a perfect red ball smiled at me
It's reflection dancing on water - Oh! What a beauty!
Capturing it all in my mind, I walked back
There can be no artist as good as God
Nature is God
Thinking so, satiated and blissful, I walked back home
Even now every time I think of the walk, I am filled with joy.
©ankita_saikia -
Sunsets.
Skies are drawing sunsets,
singing hymns to the day.
Seas are racing to the shore,
shaking some seagulls away.
Sailors are seeking home
shivering inside a bay and
silently all the world turns grey.
©my_cup_of_poetry -
zikra_ 81w
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//PAST//
Past was a stained photograph that I still hide in a tainted box kept in a dark room where i refuse to enter again. I haven't experienced much but it seems like its been such a long journey and my past speaks for it. What I was then and what I am now, it all got changed a lot. I was the same for some, maybe but changed for many.
There were phases when I used to laugh in tears it all sounds a fairy tale now as now no more laughing tears resides in these blurry eyes having tears just of pain. I grab the pen to ink something positive but it just scribbles pain nothing else.
What should I call my past? Good or bad? Was I good then or now? I suffer searching such questions that crosses my heart like a sharp knife.
Whenever I sit in silence at the roof staring the sky, my soul gets departured to a place called "somewhere between past and present."
Sometimes things pinch a lot giving chills to my spine. I'm wrapping my scarred yet beautiful past with glittery cover of present which is lacking glitters somewhere but I'm coping up with the situation somehow.
©zikra
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PS: There are millions of reasons to call my past great but there are still a lot of reasons that creates a doubt if my past was good or bad?
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Thanks for the like WN :")♥.
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passionbookworm
81w
Read MorePicture belongs to its rightful owner.
#chaos #pod #wod #acrostic #writersnetwork #mirakee #passionbookworm
@writersnetwork @mirakee @amateurkikushiCHAOS
Clamor of incomprehensible thoughts
Hopeless emotion, incessant torment
Adorned with numerous scars
Overwhelming desire for hiatus
Subjugated, resentful demise
©passionbookworm -
ivy___
81w
Read More@writersnetwork @alankrita3 a read, if possible?
I don't know if I want to make you feel the intensity behind the meaning of the message or just the words.Unprecedented.
Am I living
someone else's advice
Looking up for it and
Not looking at it
(Put emphasis on missing "up")
What do I seek?
Did I wish this to seek for
what I discovered now?
Or
Is this stubbornness of me
That I let all the good moments
Turned into fleeting thought?
I guess people who say
That you are limitless never really
Felt the wall outside of their own experience.
And those who did
Well they will never ever dare you to
Give advice
However, they ended it
With a smile and a "good luck"
On their lips.
-ru -
To the Man who didn't love me the way I asked to.
It's been long that I'm having a heartache and after seeing the immediate urge to call you, I rather switch my phone off. Because I won't let love to overpower my self-respect. To let the happiness enter my room without someone's will.
The day I met you till the last week were the days when you were by my side, you were over me, you were into me and we were onto this world. 6 and half years. But not everyone lives happily ever after.
Today, I want to look back at you, but I can't. There is a throb in my chest that is stopping me from crying, that wants to say that you deserve best. There are memories on my swollen eyes, and hurtfulness in my stomach that no longer needs you to soothe me but deep inside I'm completely forlorn and shattered.
I've never opened myself to anyone in my life so all their life they kept wondering, and will keep wondering whether I'm too stubborn to hide my pain or too devastated to seem happy everytime.
A truth that is spoken with voice of G-U-I-L-T let you to fall for someone's lies once again. Chances are your breaths would suffocate at first, but yearn to breathe in the same arms where they died.
It's okay sometimes to not summarise yourself to someone but when their absence questioned you that you were responsible for everything, you should learn to defend yourself.
I don't want to sleep beside a Man who didn't put me to sleep when I had a headache.
I don't want to talk with a Man for whom formalities and responsibilities makes more sense than my sadness.
I don't want to write for a Man who refrains to accept that I wrote this for him, I wrote this for us.
I know that I'm not loved the way I asked him to, I didn't know what was the cause behind that but I don't have a reason to unlove him, I don't have the ability to blame him anymore.
©chaotic_phrases -
meru_mukh
86w
Moral(s), N/A
To know that dead is the only way one
would want me is falsely reassuring
tonight, for, I know since almost an
eighteen now that I was never needed in
your pretty heck of a life. The poor you
talking of lies doesn't quite sit right;
when you already had another one,
to tend to your wounds and glorify
your pains, why would you sing to me
the lines that were not even written
for me, in the first place?
It's funny how I once thought that
we belonged to each other's acute
solitude, but then, you were never
as much lonely as you so wilfully
claimed, or as much as I never did.
So tell me, maybe? Tell me what I
mean(t) to you, tell me whether you
mean(t) it, tell me tonight. The past
is not something I dwell in, unlike
one may think, so I need to know
whether home is what awaits me
at the end of this rebuttal-road.
Opening up isn't my cup of tea,
but I was ready to take a sip anyway.
For, a slight tongue burn is far better
than one which leaves you cold and
impassive, as a whole. But how do I hold
a hand that's clasping another? How to
fit in a shoe that isn't my size?
I shouldn't. And just to make it clear,
the catapult was lying near both of us,
and it was you who took a shot.
I didn't.
©Merusri Mukherjee -
my_cup_of_poetry
87w
Read MoreIt was precisely two thirty at night. I had just wrapped an assignment on Indian Philosophy and planned to slumber deep.
" How long are you going to be awake ?"
" Give me fifteen minutes, I will switch off the lights"
" Cool "
Dang. A facebook notification popped up. A familiar name,Shivam. I knew it was perhaps one of those nights when your folks push you to sip some extra alcohol and you sneak out of your room in cold just to text me the same question. Everytime.
" Do you remember me ?"
I sigh and realise everytime that I remember you as much as I remember myself. I remember you negotiating with your friends everyday to sit adjacent to my desk. I remember you walking after me to library to carry all the heavy books. I never had to ask. I had it all before asking. A chair before I felt tired, biscuits before I felt hungry, jokes before I felt low. I remember you once walking to me in the middle of the school playground where I was discussing Canterbury Tales with my class fellows,
" When did you develop a taste for literature? " I raised my eyebrow and enquired.
" You are looking beautiful " you said, you smiled and you disappeared.
You never cared about the count of people around. You never cared about the count of girls who went crazy each time you walked on the stage with a guitar in hand. And I do not know why, out of all the people why did you fall in love with someone who couldn't love you back.
On days like this I feel like crying on my knees and screaming before you, the fact that I was a mistake. That please for God's sake get back to music. It unsettles me, this feeling that someone stopped singing because of me. That someone stopped being himself because of me. This realisation is painful to nerves, that maybe I was nothing more than a love interest for you. Because in my side of the story you were the only friend to whom I talked about brownies and sparrows. I wish you knew that I write you in poems and that I think of you each time I see a bearded man in crimson shirt. I don't love you but I remember you, I do.
" Reading philosophy does something to you , isn't it? "
" Yeah. And it's more than fifteen minutes now "
" So who is he ? " , my roommate smirked.
" To define is to limit. That's the bottomline of all
philosophy "
" I will either go mad or become a philosopher in your company "
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It was ten minutes to three . The lights were put off.
I stared at the screen for a fraction of second , dismissed the notification and slept.
©my_cup_of_poetry
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Cliche, boring ?
But it's okay once in a while, I guess.
@_sad_ia_quad_ir_ :)- to define is to limit.
