~ A long term farewell
to return again~
take care ❤
@childauthor_345@anirockz7@pink_berry#wod @rish_jee@2chinmayeeA dedication for ya'll before this year ends
On October end A miraculous world with a quill in hand paints my bland soul taking me in rounds for a poetic -world ground Pink berry was her name A wonder with a sweet-smile & a '' future lover" adorning her beautiful nightsPink dresses her poesies as honey oozes out of her quillOn sleepless nights A kind soul complimenting with purple- green hearts with ' Dayyuum' in a cheerful signbringing glee with her cheery cute talks Darling you're a kind soul!ChinmayeeA divine quill with thoughts lingering her mind your words always stay planted in my mind Very unique is your style The first time I met you I remember a cute chibi adorning your profilecorrected my typos & darling keep inkingCos your words are so preciousSparkles of a boy adorning himself with self-love sparkle hopes that what you sayadorable -cuteSo thankful I met you darling My little- broYou're always a reason for me to smileSophia love So sweetDidn't talk much but you were always in gleeAppreciation for everyone ..a humble soulYou disappeared in a trance ; Hope you'd return and hope you're safeBring us a smile again Crystal snowYour poesies are so magical like the fairy-tales which I always adore A reflection you have so do I You adored my pieces when I was a newbieMore power to your quill with fairy tales magic !baby pink me Says the baby in pink Hye-kim Darling Kim ...So soft you're and so are your words Be strong in every down-fallBe quick to mend : cos tome slips darlinga stone, be a stone someimesSaranghae I say Yeah Kim is yours I wink ;)ShivranjhibhatiThe second army I metFrom a note of despondency But darling purple hearts would cover your grey moodsTaehyung's boxy smile would rejuvenate your poresJungkook's cute smile & cherry laughs,Mochi our cute dumplingAnd the hyung line where WWH rocks would always make you feel aliveWith purple lights adorning you with a smile DivyanshiThe beautiful poetess so are her words so wise with courage I've seen you with telepoetess Adorning you as always Your compliments boosts me every moment Keep inking darling your creations so.. sublime with your wordsChildauthor_345A whole dictionary with mellifluous words & blissful metaphors making my whole mind agape of blushing rainbows oh! dear I've always felt that you're comments are masterpieces than the poesies I wroteA nerdo with erdoPlaying with words ..So smart in every reply You make everyone's day with compliments so blissful your words none could steal The sun of MiraquillMakes my day always with your fiery comments making me more owe you & adore you more !You're my forever Idol dear nerdo!!mbyfdmkMohima with a great glorious nature Bengali Queen You're so sweet like fructose oozing everydayYou're words of ' Martini' , ' Black ' & " Monochrome"Sublime with blissful metaphors A great friend A good prankster : playing truth & dare last night Curly hair so wavy Your sweetness can't be quenched darling!Stay well met you at the last moment darlingBut your memories would always be engraved in the heart of this poetess!Kinishinai Your poesies speak volume of emotions grasping my heart A kind soul with a cheery aura Keep inking darling ..you're pieces So alluring!Extreme caseSo alluring pieces you draw with your quillKeep inking with pieces A rainbow delicacy you drew yesterday Darling you're such an influence !Keep inking with such vehemencemaiatamarain Maia with a mischievous laughter truth & dare rolled on others As we pranked you no.whowith " what did you do last night ?'A shocking expression yeah..Darling keep inking & be more mischievous !!!rishi jeerishy the tubelight writes pieces catching ones heart yes..a piece of art in a Museum delight A tube-light : often victimized by the pranks we hold A cool yoyowith a kind-heart so tall! Bro anirockz7The twist in your words with logical beams profoundLike the arc of the moon catches ones heart in a trance Your appreciation for my pieces : I'm honoured The first person to adore my whole pieces ,A rare gem with sublime thoughts ..Are you..The handsome philosopher in our miraculous quill !©ayu004_
#color#wod#pod@miraquill@writersnetwork@mbyfdmk@pink_berry@divyanshi28_03Thank you for WN repost
Blue is the shade of the amulet I wore in gawking -summers yellowwith mellow-peaches ripening to red & sweet-fructose fellowBrown was my straw-hat I painted stealing from wood-apple crown: Beech tree of light hues spoke& took my canvas in autumn rain-town Grey is my favourite shawl he gifted on Valentine sprinkled in red Pearls of my choker shines a bitter-caramel on nights black -lousy top Pine trees say green Jingle- bells sprinkles in gold- thread Christmas white frost dances pirouettes wild On my table Wood- brown with poesies colouring my mundane- pencilhoney- waffle colour As my lips shine with sakura shimmer on new-year eve Gloss plastered in silence-with strawberry scent laughing to my conundrum ' Am I pink pretty ? '©ayu004_
#color@writersnetwork@childauthor_345@extreme_case@kinishinai@divyanshi28_03#wod@anirockz7@rish_jee@mbyfdmk@pink_berryWrote about something which bothers my mind these days.I don't think it was that successful tho..
Gold are the colour of her earrings stealing others glances , wearing on daily morning light with her delicate hands of supremacy.From her drawer of tolerance dressed in a white flag of a saree covering her bosom of a motherly-core and curves of a beauteous sculpture : where pride lays in her walk-way of momentum.Her spoon glides along to the rattling of her utensils frying : as her infant tucked in a soft-clothe cry light-tears of hunger rambling.A red soul of keen management moulding within her brown hands of daily-chores as she's immured into four walls of a shelter: indepence of a lady in the 21st generation is still at stake. As her life is coerced with a disruption in a career of fortune with an excuse of being a woman.Oh! Darn the neighbour with eyes of a greed-lurking was the misery for staining the virgin-lips of a white-rose tucked within her blankets on the 15 th year string.His black -lips shimmer with greed: but oh! the cluster of beings look down with pity & disgust to this stained rose.An odious being they call: with an excuse of being a woman.Oh! sinner they say to the 15 th year rose : as the male lives in independence after the attempts he stained his own soul with a coal of black! But she's burdened with her stain as society lies with their vicious eyes. Oh! sinner your fate of being stained as a woman not pure: no bliss you'll have again in near future lane.Her frock sways but beneath knee-length, as society puts a red-eye and mocks with a sigh ' Got stained you! Due to your half-dress'. Went seven-seas for the career of fortune to glimmer.They accuse her with careless-glares of venom poisoning ' No marriage for you dear: here' they say.Confined mindset still lay agape. With an excuse of being a woman again. Equality for democracy with high-voice of a lioness on a T.V screen : distinguished are fearless - beings of a lioness from stereotypes of being confined to bow-low. ' Blue' is the blanching conservativeness speaking in every edge of other's mind,laying still crevices.Conservativeness morphs discipline : but overdosed within beings Makes the blind eye within reality.Red where strength lays in her coreWhite where tolerance & purity of a soulHer beauty is a jewel of gold Heart is the strength as her bosom is draped with a sponge of delicacy absorbing wrathColours raining in her soul is where an immortal soul -femaleLays with an eye of brave as her brawny -frame rises up in every calamity which blames.©ayu004_
Letting go is easier than holding onto slopes that constantly make you slide-in their hands Cos at the end of the day you're just an option filling ones void: another replacementStealing your worth of..©ayu004_
#live@bubbly_bluebells ( hehe i took ur name here )#wod#pod@childauthor_345@kinishinai@anirockz7@mbyfdmk@miraquill@writersnetworkAt last Wrote something With my heart...
My amaranth- spy falls To the weight of your words which speaks more to your pursed- up lips Galloping to your strings which roseBetwixt the blue-bells cracked & rose- water fed on my chin drunkenI spy-all alone: the seven-sunsets flying with wings of piqued doves: twitching & lieingYou reed the skies to summon rain-tinkling But a silver-linen of moon awaits to kiss the dull-rain baffling To wet my French coat & to swell my keen-eyes Spying gestures-smoothlyI shall die seeking you love : as a simp No love or with love Death unveils justice for my gruesome-eyes Cos under the lilac moon I'll glide all your pain & embracing sustain As you mourn shirty-fortnights Hugging your skin -- so tightI'm the cupid: a suitor pursuing your dreams on 12.00 clock ring chimes The warrior kissing your pain Oh! Darling I shall not live in vain©ayu004_
#live#wod#pod@mbyfdmk@pink_berry@rish_jee @baby_pink_me@childauthor_345@bubbly_bluebells@_spitfire_ Happy bday Taetae Confession: I wrote this with taekook in my head so it's some rainbow poem ..Can say
: Kismet: lies
Under the trees of cherry blossoms where the bench of the delicate-kiss we spun : bleeding the insecure-pain of letting go--- your fingers which fiddled with my barren -pocketMessing up my thoughts as you parted our distance ..Impalpable glasses dances our pathways as I still look into your eyes of a caramel-shadeI try to take hold of your soul as other's eyes our lingering on our twisting bodies in boulevards of soul How free other beings are born to love ?My mind quivers my own heart of loving a forfeited love -- destined My wrecked soul is a simp -- lulling for a warm -shawl to drape me on nights ---Still with you on sweet-nights lavender as you tongue the strawberry mousse : slurping the candle-wax melting on my coffee-table The scorching sun -kisses the rain an embrace of being under the cold-wrenching cascade With an umbrella sheltering us from foreign-glares sappy Your embrace lit fire in a heart drenching in rain---French-toasts & tortillas bakes Weary hearts sits weeping in our pockets ...Under a moonlight As the moon cries wild to a romance ditching in monochrome The roasted-stars strums the harp of another charm---Under the lamp-stall undulating its sipping -glimmer I whisper to your ear as a bouquet of heart-flutters on your brows wiggling to my breathe For darling..You say the reverie I'm dumped in a bland saga unkempt..The flesh of my mask- hidden rattles when your sleeves carve the tempting-kisses you stitched on my lips For darling evening creeps , cherry -wine howls: & a quarter of my thoughts are wasted on some tape : as I'm a venerant on knitting staccatos on the keys of a white-mousse singingCos darling musicians die on grave-yards not in your memoirs you hum to painting :the buoyant lyrics on...And I won't let my slave of a soul: bow to my proffession where others beholdAs I write 'you' in every cassette For darling.I shall not live in vain!©ayu004_
#live#wod#pod@miraquill@mbyfdmk@writersnetworkcrap...ig My brain isn't working today: will delete soon
I cupped the muffle you read in a trance of hallelujah simping on a plant-rooted in VegasUnder shade-leaking rampant boughs of brawny -sculptedMy poetic lips intided the beauteous springs I bled With you darling :as my shattered soul mourn a dearned -freak Broken-glasses sits on my sink--- Turburent silhouette stucked in an aluminium -sheet frowning to my dead-tears in crooked-December-dimplesAs I chug down the fizzling-wine of a bartender-lousySelling charming-lanterns for a dead-love ---Cornered : am I drowsy?Unheard are the memoirs as the letters in my diary-screams silent-strophesCrouched :my whole rib cage as metaphors are baked under my scalpWhich my flowery bonnet covers the threads of similes Chimeric---Widows peak peeking on my forehead as you trace in a curse The hummed words of departure-As it flies to my heart-lost Made --Heartily for you to own--Your gossamer salwa peeks its sheet on nights And a bonfire of claustrophobic folksget -loose its tail As your eyes wrap my heart to kill my solitary-sonnets : to endow the ring of your soft-breatheUnder my showering -roses accused---For gulp me Stab me Thrust me with your cold-piercings Summon my tears of a heart-on stoneAs my whole soul screams to be stolen with your dead -glanceFor I shall not live in vain !©ayu004_
Withering of 21st string..
Dear end of 2021, The lime froth is rotting now under the willow tree ,where once stolen scents cradled with a winsome smile of fortune.My attempts to steal the amranthine petals of care lays lost in the dark-limping woods where once prosperous breathe snored: but now whining as I try to mould them within my palms of fragile in vain. Shades of grey are still gallivanting on mountains, as they try to tear their white of growing old wrinkles, tears scroll down to hold onto the farewell gown.Let go! It cries as the shades clutch the gown with pity nailing their cores. Heart -is screwed with steaming- attacks of holding on; holding on to the wrath of pain which fervently looks into our eyes to weep.Oh! but my soul speaks a sonnet : to weed away the bliss once I was crept in: the bliss of gifting your soul to wildflowers ,which lurks to chew your soul in a thud with no-pity.The rain is still the same : a replica of my hidden tears which would explode with a thousand tappings: but now my chin is wrapped of a verglass ,melting to the obscure-shadows of my filth. These walls of blue-hues were the beds once I created my-feathery pillows on: as I awaited the harbinger of darkness to swallow my glitching-heart, plucking deaf cries near my ears.The latte of coffe-beans in a cup, singing its taste sits on my table as my tongue gulp it down in a whole : while I catch a nostalgic essence on how I drank the same latte on the tower of January: where lilies bloomed for north-spring to attend.My lile-arms are rummaging under my bed where a rug once I wrapped my frame :is now a dim- colour of red .After autumn mornings and forlorn-winters a broken heart lays in my closet spinning threads of letters on my journal: a pad of tears and clicks of laughter are needled on every page stale yet the same fresh aroma of moments fiddling in. The wings-of my butterfly-locket is a treasure in my dreams where night-mares were crumbled : a lucky charm I adore.As the butterfly lady winks at my webs of thoughts, giving a sigh of relief for my fresh- jouney within my lonesome path ahead.The 31 st day of string chimes in front of my rolling moments: as I'm the muse laughing every year on the cliff of winter- disappearing.While spring leaves fossils of early years in my journal compelling me to dump the remnants of poignant-seconds to ink my new-chapter of glee in a new page of a crispy prologue.From Yours poetess of misery thoughtssitting for the new start of spring.©ayu004_
@divyanshi28_03@unspokenpen1927#listsofdec@sparkles09_ #wod @pink_berry@writersnetwork@writersbay : every para carries a list of events with emotions embedded@childauthor_345@anirockz7Sorry for the long read...
Strophes of December..
The redolent-champagne ran down my throat as my fingers which clutched the crystal-glass with my finger-tips slipped with grease in agile.While my eyelids drooped: making it shut without a warning as I caught a glimpse of your silhouette that was fading away: like the dissipitating smoke agitating under the mantel of my fire-place.As I got drowned in the memories in my deep- slumber.On early December, fell into a dimension of your soft-chambers weeping endlessly with the need of sympathy to caress your weeping tears: replacing it with a dew of kindness lingering in my cobalt forehead : frozen with mysteries flowing throughout me.Chilling my veins with flocks of tranquil- pigeons running on my verandah, & sweet words flicking on my temple which I bestowed the strings of pity: those words were engraved on it . Not knowing that sapiens turn back their gratitude with shameless gestures of ruling the egoistic sonnets you accused me of with your sly-laughters.A stone : a stone which defied your deeds of manipulating the act of betrayals.Showing the place of a man who puppets the strings of a woman's heart,one after the other.You trapped in prioritising the desires which lingers : hitting your fame of prim-roses wild.The warmth in my bosom was stolen away by your fingers ,giving a sickness of yearning for cold nights to drape in warmth of your embracement: but no remorse is left now within the heart of a random girl , a wanderlust lending a hand to bloom lilies on chests of cold-sapiens.A girl with a hope of rising betwixt her fingers .Your bonafide -lies spills poison of the reality that hit light within my slit that you slaughtered, slowly with the facade of your smouldering smiles.I puked the the champagne which shipwrecked me with the moments of nostalgic seconds .Oh! Now I see myself sitting on a wheel chair slamming the pedal to make me slide-fast, as tears spring on my chest.On a grave-yard sits a yellow-rose with withered petals signing the withdrawal of our bond :flaming the letters what a yellow-rose decipher.Moments were like a camera-roll flinching to the the end of leaving-seconds.But darling it's now the end of 2021: I've no desire to stop the melting time or to jolt back the calender of December where holy-moments imbued :with specks of a careless glare.Cos darling time flies & removes littering pieces: before ones future turns bitter.©ayu004_
|| Flicking: moments... ||
The vintage beret of grey-smoke he wore as he clicked the moment of my flicking-smile: laughing as the wreath of chimeric wind slipped through my plaited threads of hair scrolled up to a bush of a bun: pinned with a sakura of rosemeate.The flash of clicks are still screeching on the white-skin of my eyes: as the gray-scale captured within the hole is printed on my journal of brown-leather.Oh! Now my wrinkled hands traces his face of a monument in that buttercup field in yore,with the moments captured close to my heart.Live every moment not to regret but to remember as time slips; so are the momentsOur young hearts flips to grow old©ayu004_
Year end rants! (Peeps, your read matters!)#writersnetwork #wod #miraquill #newmir #ceesreposts
The angler has this day sorted. Two buckets, was enough to last him for a fortnight. His stoop was heavy yet this victory gave him the strength to walk on. Two more turnings then he'll finally be home, his wife would be draped in a red saree as she would be rushing to open the door the sound of her anklet would hymn with the cuckoo singing their harmony, the kids would start running in happiness chanting the phrase Daddy's home. The neighborhood would swarm around him the second he'd open the bag of joy. Short stayed happiness, his conscience knocked him and all of a sudden salts started emerging from his window. There's still a mile left for the house. It takes something else for a house to become home, he had lost it all. Why was he smiling when he knew the fishes were better off in the sea. Why was there a smirk on his face when there was his own shadow to mock him off. Was he doing the same to the aquatic beings that had happened with him half a decade ago? Why was he still pursuing the art of fishing? //Honey,today's catch might be hefty, I've made you a quick dinner. Relinquish yourself. I'll be back in bed, we'll make love and all your stress let it drown into me//He rushed to the same spot he had enjoyed catching the sea beings. He lowered his bucket and let the beings go. As they swam and giggled, one could see the same scene yet again. He would do this on repeat. Catch them and set them free. //I love you darling! Even if you die one day, I'll still keep loving you the same~ he whispered to their unborn twins. I love you too~ her last words before she submerged in the same water the fishes go each day//~Ray©kinishinai
New Year's Eve 2021Countdown to 2022…!!#newyear#rish_j
It’s a New DayA new year is coming Tomorrow This is the last day of the year Tonight At midnight All over the world We turn a new pageOne by oneA new year is coming We can’t stop itIt’s running towards usLike a horseIt’s a new day To start anewFreshCreate a new beginning It’s not hard Just one step At a time We can all remake ourselves To whatever we wantJust have hopeJust believe Just light up the world It’s a new day~jae~
#live #wod @writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost @miraquill Thank you so much for this beautiful New Year Gift So grateful Happy New Year
If my words add lifeinto the drooping flowersand heal the wounded heartsIf my metaphors add shineto the dull starsand bring light to the darkestcorners of the skyIf my poetries mend the ripped soulsand bring smile on the pale lipsIf my existence can sharethe pain of the earthand hear the sobs of the weeping humanityI shall not live in vain©thoughtsprocess
HAPPY NEW YEAR FAM ✨[No resolutions for this year. Because.. .. Of course] @writersnetwork @miraquill
Another Year to the Heap of Many
This year unexpected jostled in with windsMelancholy, anxiety and laughterIn the dark backdrop a tiny star blinkedBright enough to light up my skyI named it poesy.. Pale golden star Poetry; silent, flickering, consistent, mineThis year I wrote something For stranger on the bus, forA girl just like me.. (Weirdly strange) This year I made memoriesHappy, sad yet imperfectly perfectIt's not a choice, my next step.. Maybe it's a chance for something new?—AMRUTA
Happy New Year family ❤️ #newyear #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill @writersnetwork @miraquill 2022✨✨Thank you @writersnetwork for ❤️ your kind Repost✨✨ 2022 welcome✨✨
Happy New Year 2022
Crimson red smiles,White pure lilies,Bright ray of hope,New beginnings ,Tranquil moments,Serenity grace everyone's soul. ~Greeting of love sending through love.©divyanshi28_03
@ayu004_31 Dec 2021 , 7:01PM
Hi ayuBefore leaving I want to write a letter for you so that I and you will always remember .Although you have said that we are not friends, but the way we care for each other, we are friends.We have fought and hurt each other but still we are together and talk to each other .You have blocked me many times but then you have also unblocked me to talk hahaYeah I know you care about me alotWhatever I did is not worth forgiving but forgive me please.And I will never forget you and you always supported me when i cried like a baby You always say that you are like a child and yes I'm like child . You are so wise and talented. Your poems are too deep I don't understand quickly or may be I'm too dumb but anyway your are amazing writer .You are leaving I am very sad about this.But also glad that you will come back . And I have felt myself like a child in front of you because you are too wise AnywayWish you good luckStay happy and healthyHappy new year in advanceI'll miss you dear YOUR DUMMY FRIEND ARMAAN~~~~
Color of seasons since I met you
Yellow was the autumn as trees turn from lush green to beautiful golden yellow. Dead tree trunks from falling leaves sprung on every side, as my heart also turned from lively to lifeless.Blue was the spring, blossoming despite the arrival of the sharp winter mist.White was the winter, yet I saw you still at spring in a beautiful white dress, sleeping soundly in the winter of your cold body.//If only you were warm like the time we met, this could have been a wedding//~you are my summer that gives me warmthspring that shows me that we still have beautiful beginningsBut I guess it's winter, for now, until I meet you again in the next time that season will unite us~~jae~
*Plath refers to slyvia plath , an American poet.Viridian scars #color ebony Before she wears mauve of magnificenceColours assimilate in azure petal when Sanguine scarlett has shaded a rose for me .
Silver square beneath shadow of cherry blossoms
Lilac is her love relenting my pathAurelia is her voice rising as (of) plath. ~ poets say , auburn summarises silk , so there , I linked my ink.
@miraquill @writersnetwork//I am not trying to escape darkness, I am learning to love myself there//Ps~Last post of 2021 ...
~Whispers of the dark
Roses born in spring kisses my tinted lips in winter;Shrivelled and withered it dies;under the blackened sky,For my lips were sealed With midnight screams,buried beneath the cold abyssand my abondoned heart ; a wooden boxCarrying conundrum secrets.I celebrate the joy OfHawthorn bloom likeChrysanthemum on my grave.The Stygian of the Styx;the cataclysmic whisper of the dark .With every fall I incarnate,I am the rising apexter.©mbyfdmk31-dec-21 5:20 PM
#ceesreposts #writersnetwork #newmir (eh.. I'm still using this newbie tag ¿) #tried (I'd love criticism, if by any way you all would be grateful enough to point, I'd be blessed enough)
I've a piece missing I remember years ago, I was a dim bulb emanating some of my love particles radiating from my filament. The particles became unpolarized and I saw your beats were distributed as small energy packets in the chambers of my acoustic guitar. But my light could never be linearly polarized for you're an asymptote whose existence doesn't exist. /Just like spin up and spin down particles never meet, she was just an imagination left in parallel space./©kinishinai