Miraquill
The August Goddess
August gave that aurous star,
She glows like the fireflies put in a jar.
Vibrant shades from a country bazaar,
Make that calming girl's avatar.
The milky moonlight loves her song,
And melts itself as it as it travels along.
She gives us the breeze that heals big wounds,
And her hopeful thoughts just never have bounds.
Boons are showered on the pondering poor,
When the guardian angel wears grandeur.
Eternal breathers and elegant cuddles,
Render peace as the pain dwindles.
Like a cooling rain in a scorching day,
She cares for the world in a motherly way.
Unfair times are the preys of her play,
She sticks to her mission as you work and pray.
©arun_jayaraman
17.05.2022
arun_jayaraman
Writing my mind
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Silence
The best reply to a fool.
The essence of one's soul.
The best way to vent out.
The immortal meaning of peace.
The epitome of serenity.
A wise person's degree.
The language of the lord.
The cradle of concentration.
The voice of hardship.
The sound of the differently abled.
©arun_jayaraman -
If Days had Roles...
Mondays are like moody Moons,
While Tuesdays compose logy tunes.
Wednesdays wiggle like Helium Balloons,
And Thursdays bring us the best fortunes.
Fridays come with weekend boons, giving
Saturdays mimicking goofy buffoons.
In a wink of an eye, they become afternoons,
And make the Sundays, filling all the saloons.
©arun_jayaraman
30.04.2022 -
Love What You Have
Parker's stroke or a Ballpoint's stroke,
Both mean the same, and that ain't a joke.
Love what you have. You ain't really broke.
Come what may! Just blow and poke.
One man's trash is other man's gold.
Uncertainty never gets old.
Trust your gut! Baby, rock 'n' roll,
Be grateful and yes! Play bold.
©arun_jayaraman
29.04.2022 -
Give Me Some Love
Give me some love, give me some love,
My days are bluing, baby give me some love.
Bend that bow love, shoot your vow now,
Become my peace, oh lovely dove!
Need a suture, my heart is broken.
And its going insane, like a hungry kraken.
I seem fallen, as my ground has shaken,
Tell me darling, when will I be taken?
I am the face of a lonesome voidness,
Touch it up with some togetherness.
Stay with me, my beautiousness.
Princess treatment your highness!
Give me some love, give me some love,
Make me feel high, my pleasing summer.
Come my angel, come tranquilize me,
Cradle this bub, my fantasy!
Dear composure, be my master,
Heal my bruises, and give a closure.
Give me some love, give me some love,
Treat my life with some truthful love.
©arun_jayaraman
28.04.2022 -
Jubilance
Crazy times are super fun,
Giving sparkly vibes as we win and stun.
We shine like stars, and merrily run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
©arun_jayaraman
27.04.2022 -
Atleast...
One ought, every day atleast,
To create time and feel the world.
One ought, every day atleast,
To loosen his mind and unwind negativity.
One ought, every day atleast,
To remember the presense of the mysterious almighty.
One ought, every day atleast,
To forget his pain and never give up.
One ought, every day atleast,
To quench the thirsts of the chirpy little lives on trees.
One ought, every day atleast,
To shower love on his wife and kids.
One ought, every day atleast,
To ignore toxic shit around him.
One ought, every day atleast,
To strech a muscle to keep fit.
©arun_jayaraman -
When the nib kissed the sheet...
His poetic rendition was triggered by a broken heart, an empty pocket, an unsettled mind, and a powerful pen packed with the essence of his intuitions.
©arun_jayaraman -
A Spiritual World
Its a beautiful place where emotions are valued more than luxuries. Its the world etched with a healthy mindset filled with clarity and knowledge, which makes you weave your humane mental outfit with the lively shades of love and kindness.
Holy particles of many blessed time spans dissolve into the nectarous waters of the heavenly ball of ever-nurturing hope, to only nourish you with vital thoughts that purify your immortal soul.
You always tend to breathe the divine air of pristineness, to cleanse your being recursively. Enlightened by the essence of life, your individuality turns into salvation as you get garlanded by the fragrant flowers of peace and harmony.
©arun_jayaraman -
Its not always straight
The fastest route is not always a straight line.
©arun_jayaraman
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fromwitchpen
18w
Read MoreDon't force your children, daughters , sons or siblings to marry someone whom they don't want to . It kills a person from inside.
Very few become lucky to get a caring husband or wife but not every time this happens . It cause Marital abuse and complications.
Peace .
From a bruised #painter
who writes poems on faces
to hide the painful hearts
from a broken brush .
Thank you so much for the wishes <3
Hope you all are doing well .
@writersnetwork Thanks for always encouraging my dead soul :) ilyPainter (Hangman)
Strokes on strokes
Mascara , lipsticks and foundations above all
flowers I concocted on her hands
tints and concealers
to conceal the pain and blemishes
those slaps I covered
with a layer of make up
She an unwilling bride
Looking at me with empty eyes
I deliberately smudged her nail color
blocking her starry orbs with
brushes and scrubs but not a
single tear freed out of her deserted lashes
I tried to paint her future
with colors, glitter and blushes
And
she killed the painter inside me
by hanging herself on the
rope of customs and traditions
Hangman
or a painter
A make up artist
who coat many unsaid stories
who paint some faces
with layers of silence
where someone sleeps
in the arms of violence .
©sanam
