They ask me how to write a poetry? Here I am making a blue print Asking them to let it imprint On the quills with the marked inklings Starting with the syllable It's not always easy to make it impeccable But remember to make it affable Next are the textures Don't muddle it with unpronounceable words Then set tone with metre Choose either pentameter or hexameter Most probably make it sound lyrical So that it sounds like magical spell Then comes the most substantial of all Soul of your written words To make them alive align it with your Inner world.....
Dear heart, I know that you have gone through a very tough cycle in the last few years. I want to tell you that it's OK to feel the pain ,it's OK to cry and it's OK to ask the reason of why?? I want to say that even though you think that you can't move forward even you think right now you can't forgive even you think you are being too sensitive and emotional I want to tell it's OK to feel just don't shut yourselves feel all the pain ....
Don't shut your heart feel it make your pain a form of art glorify it Weave it with your tears Cause no matter how many times it cracks or burns it will leave the golden inkling on your heart Turning your scars in to stars....
IT'S 2 A.M, She can't sleep they had a fight again now it becomes like a daily routine she wants to talk to him she calls but he didn't pick he always loves his sleep she started crying from all the pain that she had to go through but for what love, the love for her freedom and he didn't get it ever that why she can't keep her mouth shut and be submissive to him .She again picked up the call but no one receives . Today like always she asked him to go outside for once atleast and he refused saying it's not good for her. She can't comprehend why he is so controlling?? She ask him again he had started abusing her and the agony burning inside her made her to shout back and she does. He turned off his phone and this is the thing she always fears .And then after one day he calls he apologized but called her crazy he called that she is insane she is expected to follow what he says . The reason he gave that he loves and want to protect her and she believes him .He abused her mentally, physically and spiritually she cries,shouts but can't leave him because she feared separation .She thought that a day will come when he understands that how much she loves her and he will stop all the controlling. One day he called and asked her to meet him she was very excited . They met he loved her he has a sweet side to him also . He cares but then he asked her to give them her all she refused and he started the abuse he asked her to leave she don't want to lose him but she can't go through it . She leaves and that day she puts a mask on her face a fake mask of a rebel of a bitch but deep down in her heart she can't forgive him....
They say that you haven't gone through so much that they had gone through in their entire life, They say that you don't have to feel the pain Because they had experienced it more than you, They say don't be fearful when you haven't Seen the dark shadows of the real fears,
But I want to ask them that Is my pain,my struggles,my fear Worthless Just because I haven't suffered upto your mark,
And why the world is always so judgemental Why they can't grasp the thought that every Struggle,every effort is not a sign of weakness Or to demonstrate the worthlessness,
It is not a battle where your pain is greater than mine Nor a egoistic race to point out that who is worthy of more pain So why be so judgemental?? Don't leave the person stranded just because You thought that his life is unworthy or It doesn't define your structure of pain....
They say don't be Childish Life isn't full of bed of roses I want to tell them that The red tint of the roses Comes from the thorns that let us bleed They say don't be too soft People will take advantage of you I want to ask why taint my soul By taking away the sweetness of My emotions cause the world Can't handle it? They say be logical in your life Don't lead it by your emotions I want to say logic is necessary But if the heart stops Where they gonna go ? So Be gentle,be kind,be childish Be whatever you want to Let your Inner Compass Define the path you lead.........#mirakee#writersnetwork@mirakee@writersnetwork
Feeling detached Numb emotions Amidst everyone Wanting utter isolation Don't want to be outcast Can't mould Accord to societal pressure Wild dreams feeling aspiration Pivotal thoughts Aggressive desires Wanting to be free From the prison of my mind Why can't I connect ? Why can't I reach out ? Life feels like an incomplete poem....
Her insides are broken Tormented soul With distorted dreams Pain lingering in her brightest smile Felt like an outcast even amongst the most humble tribe In the starless night When her scars bleeds Piercing her heart Only He feels like the comforting blue torn blanket that lies In the back of the closet That can warm not only her body but her Soul Teardrops washing away the grief Mending her soul bringing the Utter salvation.....
Black and White Like the Two opposite realms of the same Universe Met by the fate of the God's written verse I'm the shy one While she shines bright like a Sirius star I felt trapped all my life Lost in my own imaginary world There comes she Free like a beautiful bird
Transmuting my inner Conscience Painting it with the colors of Her vibrant essence Moulding and Reshaping my life By shining her light on my Darkest self She is my friend My little soul tribe That I have been searching All the entirety of my life....
There's a part of me that wants to let go of the nostalgia kissing my obtrusive today, again there's a different part of me that says otherwise. Our mind itself is the abode of chaos and we turn the music too high to hear the noise. We are bothered, you, me, all of us! by little details we pretend to not care about. Clutching the hem of my not so favourite skirt I start walking towards a bruised memory meandering towards a hardened oblivion. I like my existence like the secluded corner of your bedroom, some dusted journals and some broken quills.
Someday, I'm going to paint the skies orange from a broken crayon and ally with the clouds to stay forever. I've emptied myself to the skies in the most metaphorical way possible, I'm susceptible to voids, I know. It's just that artistic romanticism of seasons dawn upon me as a mirage because at the end no one writes you an eulogy on a maple leaf. No living person calls a grave home by ushering dried orchids on the cemetery, as a living being these are nothing but myths we tend to hold on to.
We count our age by the number of heartbreaks, two and you're still young. Something that bothers me on a slack sunday afternoon is how are we try to fit in to anyone's stories, I want to know if it's the only thing we're living for. There are things I want to do besides trading my soul with the one who fits in, I want to sit back and count the colours of a rainbow, stich my torn T-shirt , not crush a leaf next time I'm walking on soft mud. For instance, I want to really stop caring about precision and not just pretend. A summer away from now, I'd be writing an epistle to the 18 year old me telling me that it's okay if you don't fit in anyone's stories, just go make your own.
P.S- You don't end things, ever. It's just a suitable pause where you feel like you've said enough and you stop. I won't be ending this too, because someday someone might stumble upon and tell you about all the things I missed. This stays.
Thank you for this Amazing Challenge. We are team "Young Forever " We tried to portray glimpse of the life of five girls here. They represent our own life, interests, and struggles along with our Imagination. Our name in this is the core of our soul. We are different and unique yet we are the same by heart. Our humble message through this work is to encourage you to find your true self and pursue your passion against all odds. We hope you enjoy this and have a great time.
Nefelibata - Portuguese - Cloudwalker Daydreamer Unique Word Definition. A unique one word definition text design - Nefelibata - A creative person who lives in the clouds of her own imagination or dreams. An eccentric, unorthodox person who doesn't abide by the rules of society, literature or art.
NEFELIBATA : TALES OF PASSION - II
| The Artist |
On the frigid autumn breeze near a silent river There's a bystander of nature leaning her back on the wooden log, evolution is what she explores in her mystic canvas. The way her hand grip a brush of different shades resembles the affection, desire, hope, goodness of the soul who can forfeit the absurd assumption of the society. She demands freedom for a change. She is against the specified ritual and refused to follow the restrictions made by conservative tradition.
// To her eyes are the camera and imagination is the scenario. //
She gazes intensely behind the rivers. Love embarks within her after seeing the wonders of nature. There are trees whose leaves were falling deceiving its own part. Changing the hues green to yellow, orange to red rendering the surface making it more pleasant. She was enlightened by the celibacy of nature instantly.
Stretching her both the hands she picks up the backpack which was lying beside the rigid log revealing white clean sailcloth, numerous sizes of brushes, several acrylics jar. The moment arrow of the scrub touches the white canvas she closed her eyes feeling of dignity enacts her soul.
She transforms herself into the colour of rainbows allotting all her feelings and emotions to the canvas. Her hands devote magic straight from the heart. She fastens her eyes to see views through her intuition bypassing the reality surrendered in the name of verdant woodland.
Her hand moves in sync order smudging the colours on point. She portrait women whose arms are free witnessing her dreams through her mind who lives in the cloud of her imagination rather than being the victim of the trapped sophisticated culture.
She craves for the serenity, she is yearning selfhood. She allots hope to the thousand unseen visions, she seeks metamorphosis.
Her chained hands caught some wrinkled maps floating as the wind gushed in through the broken window. Rendered walls nailed few pictures, the treasure of a rogue gallivanter entrapped in a rusty cage.
Tears watermarked her photographs and the shutter sound of her camera wiped them. Dreams of her elysium lay beyond the four walls dreams to be the zephyr whispering of an unknown utopia.
//I'm the tailwind of a frenzied cruise, sailing across the formidable ocean to unmarked destinations, relishing the fragrance of aquamarine waters. Eyes fixated on the pole star, I put to sea cradling a promise of the sun to be my light. Tedious waves glisten in the moonlight, cloaking my cold nights in savage seas.
I'm the zephyr sprouting from the musty smell of earth ashore, gliding deep into the woods to embrace the gelid foliage, sharing the taste of pine cones with the peachy crossbills on the canopy, chirping melodies to the rythym of solitude.
I'm the breeze meandering along the pellucid river seeking solace in the chiseled caves hovering beyond. I'm the gale crafting sand dunes in the bleak desert awaiting the rain. Even when my parched lips taste the sweet drops of drizzle, an oasis afar quench my thirst. I'm the fog on weathering edge of a cliff, gazing into the diffusing infinity, emotions ineffable as a halo in ecstasy, yearning to plummet into the enticing mist forever. I'm the wind entangled to a heart, yearning to leap into an eternity entwined in arms of a sorcerer, the world, my home... //
Her entrancing dream to be a wanderer, craves to capture the blue hour after a dusky sunset. Even when her wanderlust is tied to a stubborn wheel chair, she is unlocking the secrets of her escapade, she is unlocking her caged wings to fly away....
" Before the world broke you, who were you ? " I kept staring into the eyes of my reflection. The long mirror before me is my partner in crime. For every tear I shed, it tempted me to hide behind a smile. For every fake smile I tried, it offered me beauty to mask. I'm tired of this pretence, let my tears flood this world. As I screamed into the oblivion, surrender to it and Forced my frustration on the song I'm playing, the highest-pitched thinnest string of my violin, broke into two, it send a shockwave through me. Letting out a strangled cry, my conscience slipped. But my reflection stayed there with a pasted smile.
There was no mirror but a stage, an exuberant audience For whom it was another of those wildfire scandals. Later waking up to find myself in a pale and plain room I let my thoughts wander through those cracks in the wall The moment I left my passion, shadows of twilight conquered my night. This yearning to stretch my wings, persisted throughout my life. I could hear whispers from across the wall, gushed noises. "Why would Angel do that? She was this close to victory! " This confinement irks my mind, I can't find a clarity here. I closed my eyes, travelled back in time to the moment it began.
In the arms of my father, feeling euphony of his lullaby. I found the oasis of my dream in the dry, arid desert of life. Charms of the morning-glory blessed me with the light. Like a dainty lotus bud awakening to the sun rise. I opened my eyes to the prayers of the Creator himself. Ears keen on the melodious voice humming in tune. A glimpse of my birth into this vast universe. Reminiscing it, melody was an augury of the future. Abandoning a pipe dream like beheading puny wildflowers. That regret haunted me like a silhouette of dead dream. Like a ghost in the shell, a musical prodigy choked in me. For long I hid it inside, contemplating on the consequences. Behind closed eyes, I could picture it in my mind.
Natural soundscapes turn into an orchestral symphony. I tread the path of thorns, every beat strokes on my pain. Blossoms of spring rain on me, vision of my winter violin. Zephyr caressing becomes the flute, piping down the valley. River gushing rhythm of the chorus, rocks and pebble bass. At last I heard the conch shell blowing off from the distance, climax, my soul awakened by the spirits of nature, found my purpose.
Into the burning fire I throw those trophies and honours, Let it burn Piles of pages inscribed the words to keep me away from the light . Let it all burn together, at its zenith the fire would touch the sky, break my curse and Free my soul from the servitude of mundane. From this fire my Phoenix rose with a heart devoid of fear. The music in my soul is the only path I would willingly walk on.
She was a lost soul to the eyes easily pleased on sour beauty. A screeching scream of bright neon to the monochrome. She waited for no fairytale, A charming love to broken heart. Into the whirlwind she threw All notions and caught herself. A golden spring seasoned by the magical winter wonderland. The perfect rhythmic harmony Of life and music, a soul symphony.
Oh Dreamers, Nestled in the clouds of Imagination Oh Wanderers, Enchanted by the maze of universe Oh Nefelibatas, Soaring high with the wings of change
Fear not, this universe has in store for you Immense potential for a lifetime of adventure Perfection is you, who dares to walk a path Paved by self, Creator's magic innate in you A dreamer I was hitherto, chasing the light Wishing upon a shooting star for eternal glow As long as alone, I dreamed of a fantasy land I followed no trail but manifestation of my vision A Paragon of nefelibata, a distant lone star
We dreamers weaved together a perfect reality Enchanting magic traversing moonlight to sunshine Yesterdays we let it go, tomorrows we worry not Today we seize, live the moment, the extra edge we cherish Listening to it's beat, we let our hearts soar so high Feet on yon sanguine clouds, hands holding luminous stars Zealous Halo encircling our aura, sparkle reside in our soul We are ones who dare and do, go and gather, fall and rise
The dark veil of night stretches for aeons Layers of land underneath the thick blanket Nocturnal life breathes breaking every norms Humming, thudding and roaring from afar Listen to the wind swinging through the wild The pitch black canvas spots golden lights Fireflies gather around the dark deep forest A torchlight of hope for when the dawn breaks
The vast riverside valley and the hill way wide Fields of daffodils covers the whole land Sweet sunflowers welcome the morning sun Golden hues touches the yellow petals awake Blossoms smile around the Halo of the dawn Buttercups and daisies giggling in the breeze A red Sea of poppies and garden full of roses Butterflies sipping on the laughter of flowers
Warmth of nature kisses the cold blue sky Blue blushes turn soft grey clouds darker Wind whispers how thirsty the land gets often The heavens pour down the showers of love Rain touches the land, bathes the buds of hope From the lakeside willows begin the rainbow bridge It arches along the skyway and meets the end of valley Rain keeps pouring and nourishing as the rainbow smiles
Rapport, once dwelled here. It once grazed the doors left ecstasy dancing in the halls, left serenity singing in the kitchen lullabies of tomorrow, then it simply left us.
Benevolence, should have been part of the constellations. Orion's belt no longer smiles without you but you always preferred little drift anyway, do you still love, "love" in your songs? I don't think you could ever delete it.
Faith, certainly needs to perch here. Or the sea will swallow us whole you will have hymns and hummingbird's aplenty to swarm the ship that guides you home and I will build a room absent from the shore we can still have a clear vision just the night before.
/I wanted the bg to look like a musical note but I don't even know what this is./