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anodyne_daisy
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Previous I had an ID which I deactivated and I had done some writing there so I'm gonna post those that are no longer available in Mirakee and which I would like to post here because every piece I write is dearly to me. So if you think it's familiar - it is. ��������
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I spilled my sorrows on my pillow,
And the irony of life is,
She was covered in sheets with somebody.
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Preserved Petals
A bunch of dried petals,
stored In the closet of my soul,
Away from the damp tears
Fragrant memories,
Hold them in an eternal bowl
Each floral feather,
Is a sunshine moment,
Of Placid poetry,
Echoing lustrous love,
A pigment of forever hue,
Preserving them from
The acid rains,
And the destiny's slush .
©yamini_sinha -
pirateking
180w
And as soon as those eyes filled me with the mood of melancholy, and just before I got drowned into them, I saw something else, fortunately, a few feet away. More attractive. More powerful. Like God. Like he who makes his presence felt by just being present. Like he who doesn't command any attention but wins all of them. A Child. And as you guessed, the child's eyes. Blissful. The eyes resembling the love of my life.
Like my eyes which got entrapped by the blue ones, the eyes of the child were enchanted by something else. Something more kind. Something more warm. Something more beautiful. Not human but more humane. A dog. And it was a reminiscent of what existed in me and what was in the child.
Those imperceptible child's eyes astonished by gazing into the dog, heedless of the noise in the surroundings and the merriment around his existence. Those startling eyes captivated by life, unbeknownst of hope; living every moment and barely thoughtful of anything else and therefore, noticed.
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She speaks.
Men have failed in their repeated attempts in defining love and have described it as undefinable but who are men if not rapists who have continually plundered this world while unconsciously referring to nature around them or the earth they are living on as ‘she’ . May be, if there was a greater justice above all which some call karma, then everyone would come under one single crime of being a rapist. Some men hide under the masks of science and have spoken words which talk about how greater development is achieved but again, who are men if not empty vessels with words just to make some noise? Words, which, seemingly, cut through anything but not Love! Some have described it to be the purest of emotions which when conquers man makes him as pure- dangerously pure- as dangerous as a man’s dream, the dreams which persist even after man’s death, the death which can carry with it anything but not a dream and definitely not love. Love and dream move together hidden inside the cavern of one’s heart under the grooves always being dormant, sometimes afraid and often angry of the man who forgets them for the universe as he is naive about what she(universe) wants, she who gives man whatever he wishes for but still doesn’t get from man what she craves for, the craving for a world of dreams and love which will end in peace and results in her bliss, the bliss which every word echoed by ‘LOVE’ or every spark ignited by a ‘DREAM’ generates, every ounce of which making her happier.
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pirateking
277w
G.O.D
What can be the G.O.D's reason for creating us if not to satiate his never ending lust for the knowledge, some open in the form of information, some concealed in the form of inventions while some are offered as experiences.
©pirateking -
eiichiquoteslife
56w
When I'm Gone
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When I'm gone
Don't be upset
I told you when I was hurting
I told you when I needed a break
I told you when I couldn't sleep
I told you when my parents were fighting
I told you when my friends left me
And I told you when I didn't want to be around any longer
But after all that, you left like everyone else
When all I needed was a hug
©eiichiquoteslife -
anodyne_daisy
71w
She is just a changing season. Maybe the spring in your life or the shivering winter night.
©anodyne_daisy -
preetkanwal
63w
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Image credit to the rightful ownerGusts of emotions
broke all flowers of my courtyard.
Throwing caution to the winds,
carrying poetries
on their fragile wings
their remains adorned my paths......
©preetkanwal
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ashkrit17
63w
Am I Real?
Am I an illusion?
Because it feels so
I'm not myself
Just a mere outline
I'm the black hole
Heavy on the inside
Dark for the outer world
No light can go through
I look calm
But the thoughtful thunderstorm
Daunting to be ceased
Contentedly Caught in the Core
Thoughts seek to hold me
Inside the rib-cage
Of my torment
Unstoppable,unbearable.
Am I real?
Because I can feel it
I can't be a shadow
Shadows can't love.
©ashkrit17
