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ananyas_14
149w
Read MoreCan we just sit together and feel the silence..
Let's not talk
Let's not utter a word
Let's not discuss
Let's sit together and feel the silence
Let's allow this silence to take us into another world...
A better world
Deprived of words
But filled of emotions
Filled of love
Filled of feelings
Filled of the fervor that your aura possesess
Let's allow this silence to talk
Talk about nothing but everything
About things unsaid
About things only felt
About things the heart knows but the mind doesn't
About things only eyes understand
Let's allow this silence to make love
Make love with you
Make love with me
Make love with you and me
Make love with us
Let's allow this silence to take over
Let's allow it
Maybe just once.. ❤️ -
ananyas_14
150w
I love you but I am not good at words so here you go
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ananyas_14
154w
And suddenly,
All those poems were for you
All those lyrics for me
All those efforts were for you
All those tears for me..
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ananyas_14
156w
To
My school life,
Hey! How you doing? Do you still enjoy annoying the students by making them wake up early and giving them those examination fears? Well! Anyhow I have to admit that actually miss these things.
I am fed up of always taping a fake smile in the corner of my lips and living with this tired heart. I desperately want to relive those days when smiles were real and dreams were clear. Fighting everyday with the impediments for a penny is not worth it. I want those days back when fighting with a friend for a chocolate just to irritate him was worth everything. When a small box contained mom's cooked food and four hands fighting their way for every bite is far far better than eating in a five - star hotel. We stayed awake all night with drowsy eyes with that constant dose of caffeine to score passing marks rather than staying awake sleeplessly with a constant dose of tears wetting the pillow with painful tears.
You gave me some of the best moments of my life. I really want you back. I really want to give up this smug facade and once again live life freely, happily and joyfully. Really!
Yours~
Ananya -
ananyas_14
157w
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Dear poetry,
In this era of anxiety and depression, you've always been my anti - depressant. You are like that one friend whom I can always come to without the fear of being judged. The world seems so beautiful with you. Life seems so pleasant with you. And most importantly I am so 'myself' with you.
When I had experienced love for the first time you gave me those beautiful feelings. First heartbreak, you gave me a shoulder to cry upon, embraced me when no one else did. Now, when I trust no one I have found my faith in you. Now, when I have been back stabbed multiple times, I have found serenity in you. Now, when I have broken into pieces, I have found my medicines in you. Thank you for discovering that extrovert in this introvert personality of mine. I promise to always remain faithful to you.
Yours-
Ananya.Dear Poetry
The world seems so beautiful with you.
Life seems so pleasant with you.
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ananyas_14
157w
Missing you is far better than loving you..
Atleast I can cry my tears out without expecting you to wipe them.
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ananyas_14
158w
In the streets of Friendship, I found fun
Accompanied by laughs, tears and cries
I asked them the address of Sorrow Street
They said "Far behind this street it lies"
I turned back and saw memories
Accompanied by teary eyes
I met craziness and stupidity
Holding hands and walking miles. -
ananyas_14
158w
She
She can weep at the pain of falling down
Yet she can bear that life taking labor pain
She can fight with her brother for a chocolate
Yet she can compromise on food for her children
She can sleep all day with food served on her bed
Yet she can return home with a priceless smile after a tiring day at the office
She can be considered weak by the society
Yet she can shape the future of the world.
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ananyas_14
158w
I wrote about pain
I wrote about joy
I wrote about love
I wrote about betrayal
Then I tried to write about you
And words smirked at me cunningly..
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ananyas_14
159w
And then I met you
I stopped finding a reason to smile.
I stopped sleeping at nights.
I stopped exasperating when I saw couples.
I stopped doing everything that was not about you.
©ananyas_14
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udit94
124w
Read More___HOW I MADE PEACE WITH SELF-ISLOTAION___
During this quarantine period when every family member is at home and are looking at same faces for so many days the only thing left to do is ….
yeah….
You’re right ….
It’s fighting, debating, quarrelling for no reason.
Mom is yelling at dad for marrying her and bringing her to this hell and both of them agreeing on killing that person who first introduced them.
Siblings (who are adults now) are fighting over the projects that they torn apart a long time ago.
Daadiji is cursing everyone for putting her in this dungeon feeling like a prisoner while dad & I are tired of explaining her why we are doing this because we’ll say,
"������ ���������� ���� �������� ������������"
While what she will hear is,
“������ �������� �������� ������������”
And curse all of us even more.
The youngest sibling on the top of everything brings the idea of cleaning the house.
(���������� �������� ���������� �������� ���� ������ ���� ������)
With all the anger we have, we all start cleaning the house.
One is assigned the job of sweeper who will sweep so hard as if she is given an archaeological assignment to find a fossil 6 feet under the earth,
the other is dusting which seems as boring as it sounds that she slept with the dusting cloth on her face and 2 people are mopping with all their frustration and anger.
I, who isn’t good at any work, start doing a bit of every work and then leave everything undone, I plug in music because I know only one thing can change the whole mood.
“OLD IS GOLD”
Suddenly, I see anger, frustration, psychosis packing their bags and leaving when dad starts singing.��
Mom reminiscing her memories of all those movies she had watched with Nanu and Nani.
Dad trying to remember who was the actress in the song and mom replying quickly as she knew dad would ask this question.
To all the chaos in home, Kishore Kumar, Mukesh, Manna Dey, Mohd. Rafi and Lata Mangeshkar came to the rescue.
And that’s how a ‘NOT-SO-REGULAR-DAY’ ends.
P.S. – I can imagine all the above singers doing dab from up there.
©udit94
#ucomic
#lifeinthetimeofcorona
#mirakee.
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parac0sm
128w
"-and every word you ever said will suddenly start making sense when they'll realize you're gone."
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frostic
128w
You are a star,
I'll never forget
To count at night.
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numbness
129w
You hurt me and it wasn't even your fault.
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barefoot
128w
I don't know
If love
Exists.
I don't know
If life
Matters.
I don't know
If pain
Ends.
I don't know
If happiness
Justifies.
I don't know
If God
Listens.
All I know
Is I am breathing
And
As long
As I am breathing,
I get to experience,
Love,
Pain,
Joy,
God.
And for now,
I embrace that.
©barefoot -
dusky_dawn
129w
Read More"One minute you were on the phone talking to me and in another i was on the road lying in the pool of blood!!"She was narrating the part of her story she left last time.He stared at her for few minutes before getting up and standing beside her massaging her shoulders."One minute i was on the phone talking to you and in another i ran when i heard the screams of my own.Running like a maniac on that busy newyork street with sweat running down my forehead with your picture in my trembling hands -Kissing and hugging to my chest until i reached the street you were lying on"He narrated his part while massging her head -The one going through a minor migrane
"I was whispering your name with that grey band around my wrist chanting you to run faster.The cars on street 21 stopped with few people. I saw were running towards my -Dead-to-be-body.I saw you from afar running like something precious to you is going away from you.You stumbled on the rocks beneath your shaky feet -I swear i saw that too with half opened, Half closed eyes with tears running like marathon in them."She was simply immersed in her part that she didn't but he noticed how few tears escaped from the cage called eyes.
"Street 21 -The location that turned my life upside down the sunday two years back -The mid of october.With stumbling here and there I finally saw an almost lifeless body curled up in the corner with her body being supported by that brick wall.Reaching up to you with that shaky feet I whispered "Ella" and the moment our eyes locked -I swear, I swear Ella Campbell I never realised how much i loved you till that moment,How much i am scared to lose you!!"He kept reading the lines until he noticed how she hugged him from behind with kisses on his shoulder blades and mumbling "I love you jasper".
"Adam Campbell, The moment you held my hand and whispered "You have to live ellie,You have to for me,For Yourself and For Us"The fear of losing you was there but i swear addie, I swear "Not more than the excitement of being with you,Not more than the faith i have in you -That My Adam won't let happen anything to his Ella" She whispered while keeping her head on his chest while playing with his hair and kissing his forehead.
"Ella Campbell,"We counted 20 seconds together and then the help arrived.From being in that pool of blood to that hospital room I knew how I survived.2 minutes earlier and you were safe -The doctors,The nurses were saying "He really love his wife -But I wanted to tell them "She loves me more"but before i could have said something You woke up with mask around your mouth few bandages here and there.I never had this courage to tell you of i haven't fell for you in college but I had fallen in love with you in high school when you were dating my friend."Jasper kissed her forhead and whispered "I Love you aubrey,Good night"
©dusky_dawn
(N.M)
#temp.
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autumnbreeze
129w
Read MoreJanuary
The sun showered flames of distant comfort. I stood by the greasing smell of burnt whispers. The knit basket contained Iris, smudged in the hope of believing again.
The day looked concerned about the delicacy of love. You tuned the rhythm of bravery, only to be kidnapped by the well of darkness.
April
Every corner of the mushed bed lead me to the rage of withholding. Timid blankets, sharp pillows, nostalgic nightstand, doomed clothes and beloved cigarette butts recited the harms caused by the worshiping in abandonment.
The day redefined how birds mourn for past deeds. You tried to hide the mess of agony, but shunned it at the pavement of loosened sustainability.
September
There are many ways to hail out the rigidity that smothered you. I chose the simple way to decay. The debris from your prolonged livelihood sinked in the harsh water. The rings of the sirens depicted the lucid cries of gathering sanity.
The day witnessed a crime of clenched existence. I wheeled the clocks of disturbance with my own plucked hands. Every single person behind the barrier of peace watched the drips of your sustainability flow through opaque spaces of my fingertips. No one preached the echoed voice of healing.
December
Mundane rituals of drifting were performed right in front of disappearing. The guest list was short yet deliberate enough to create noise of relief. The barren coffin healed a spirit of spilled wisdom. When my name was called, I yelp every bean of survival loaded in me. The tears on despicable faces were of apological deeds which didn't lay amongst the grid of solace I manifested.
The day seized memories of tiring liberty. The grave got dressed in the colour of withered Iris. I brushed my burnt fingertips on the glorifying tombstone of yours. The words glimmered the air with hollow affections. I kept reciting those words on my way to the pilgrim of forbidden norms. The letters still ring on every trespasser who convinced to breed them. The tombstone till now reads -
"Death sees the beauty
of a broken soul.
It hums the whispers
of blossomed tragedy.
I once heard it through
the reign of my beloved soulmate.
I drift with the purpose
of making it hear to all."
P. S.:- Inspired by the intense writing style of @bluebird
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #potd, #poemoftheday, #healing, #depression, #writing, #writingishealing, #solace, #rebirth, #mirakeecommunity, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @senden_k @_kabir...
No one preached the echoed voice of healing.
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elusive_me
129w
Read MoreIn worldly chaos
Somewhere I got lost
Myself I did not care
Myself I did not share
I got bruised all along
With bland lyrics
I am now a hollow song.
Today I stood in front of mirror
I could not identify
Who this person was
I tried to smile
But it looked so fake
The hollowness in my eyes
I couldn't take.
I felt as if someone crushed my heart
I felt as if I lost some part.
Somehow, I don't know why
My eyes got wet
I began to cry.
The struggles of life
The scars of time
I guess I am off track
Lost my rhyme.
In following things
I unfollowed myself
In catching up to life
I hollowed myself.
Once I was happy
And full of joy
Now I feel like an
emotionless toy.
Today I realised
What I had become
All through the night
I will cry
Until rises the next days
Morning sun.
#words #feelings #poetry #julietscorner #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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elusive_me
129w
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So why not rectify all the bad
And meet up with loved ones
It's never too late.
Do it before death
knocks on your gate.
Walk those paths again
Remove the thorns
That caused you pain
Embrace those whom
You left in disdain
Clear your mind
Before you sleep
Clear the paths
Before you finally leap
Into the arms of death....
#death #words #feelings #julietscorner #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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How could you define a love
that blossom on the death of spring?
and you still find beauty in dark autumn,
How could it be?
love fades when it's perfect
©dishang8614
