Miraquill
Season of betrayal.
curious
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Feathers: Fragile Hope.
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You are deprived of my hatred.
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Pain breeds strength.
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curious
104w
Amidst all the negativity of Covid-19, the positive that lies undercover is the idea of, "Self Love".
When around people and loved ones, it was always about what from me can make or keep them happy, what feels right to them, what shall I cook to satisfy their taste buds and a long list ahead.
Being all alone for past 3.5 months, I have learned to identify my source of happiness within myself. I do things that keep me happy. I wake up early for myself and cook the last night fantasy dish to satisfy my taste buds. I buy groceries on my own and save the last bite of pizza for myself.
The phone usage for me decreased as I started investing time for me. 'Haldi ka kadha' for well being to 'Cake' for desert craving for myself.
The people coming out of Covid-19 battle will be entirely different, more focused towards their physical and mental well being, more self sufficient and with less blame game.
©curious -
Dear Pain,
I am the one that brought you in this universe, your existence comes with my negligence. Inspite of clear signs of me being weak I decided to take in this huge responsibility.
You are my baby, I can't leave you alone for a second because my hearts cries without you now.
The lineage I am breeding by nurturing you will end me up soon as your offsprings would captivate all walks of my life.
I wish I could go back and use the right protection while getting fucked up by life.
Rendering my arms in front of you.
Stay safe with me, forever.
©curious -
The darkness they say,
knocks your door,
sings you a lullaby,
then hugs you tight.
But I witnessed it in my arms,
without a knock.
I witnessed it in the red being,
this being claims to be my host,
and I have been sucking darkness,
all through the years,
assuming it to be love.
Now the darkness is all I can
Cuddle with,
Breathe in
And wake up to.
©curious -
curious
114w
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curious
125w
Love for me his power to handle an impatient adult who is so unsure about her capabilities. His words are like rain to a river, which fills it to the brim with germinating energy and strength to keep flowing eternally. His choice of the person at heart is appropriate but what I can't qualify is his level of expectation. So love here fails as two bodies can't unite and soul can just abide by the friends rule. Love in him is like the warmth of tears flowing down my cheeks right now.
©curious -
I want to return back to home,
where demons don't accompany me,
just the lullabies of my victory are on drum roll,
to bring my innocence back to life,
to rejuvenate the idea of trust and hope,
to bring in the peace I gifted to chaos,
chaos that I chose to lead my empty life.
©curious
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Love
You were meant to fly
but all you did
is wither and die.
©boringbug -
boringbug
87w
Read MoreLooking in hindsight,
the world looks jumbled,
as I glance over my shoulder
the shadows loom,
aware not that
I am the light they
so desperately seek.
(C)boringbug
#mirakee #writersnetwork #poetry #poetrydaily #bemypoetry #light #shadows #her #love @mirakee @writersnetwork #dailyprompt #discover #poetryisnotdead #poem #her #memory #writingcontest #creativearenaLooking in hindsight,
the world looks jumbled,
as I glance over my shoulder
the shadows loom,
aware not that
I am the light they
so desperately seek.
©boringbug -
Plethora of intimacy
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We can together overcome your fears with love
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quotes_miraquill
125w
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.
- Robert Frost -
love_poet
128w
Little ways to life
Cry on my shoulder
I know exactly how you feel.
All my life - I've lived Here,
Where winter forever blows,
And sun and moon never show,
So day is as silent as night.
Here where tears fall without end,
And rainbows are only ever imagined.
Your heart's numb - you're empty,
Nothing's ever right, so all there's is pain.
I live Here, I've never been on the other side.
But I'm alive; breathing, smiling, living, growing.
Come, let me show you little ways to cop;
Little ways to smile, Little ways to laugh,
Little ways to find gratitude, little ways to love,
Little ways to live, little ways to be alive.
Learn little ways to look strong, little ways to win
Even when you don't have it in you to fight.
First, come; lay your burden on my back,
Close your heavy eyes my friend, dream awhile.
Tomorrow when you wake
You won't cry as much.
And you'll begin a new book
Like I have.
©love_poet -
Night , once again,while
I waited for you, the cold
Wind turned into rain
@Masaoka shiki
day now always smile
In the warmth of your presence
Settled as dew drops
©smi_vaid -
rebeltease
128w
Read More~Upper Hand~
They say hell hath no fury
Like that of a woman scorned
Unlike them I'll be in no hurry
You see you were forewarned
Don't toy with my emotions
And don't mess with my heart
I'll swim through every ocean
To see yours ripped apart
I only play by take no prisoners
All's fair you see in love and war
My wrath promises and delivers
I'm sweet but rotten to the core
Take a taste of my precious fruit
If ya think that you can withstand
You'll know pain that's absolute
I always keep the upper hand
I decided to change up from my usual love poetry! Lol!
@reneewolfcrowdenunez @crogers180 @shegram @diya_singh #ceesreposts @ceyan2020 @john_solomon
@endofeternity @curious @ovais43 @the_jynx @love_poet
#writers_paradise #mirakee #writersnetwork #writerstolliUpper Hand
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meru_mukh
135w
Read MoreIt's so hard to see people in this state, that they never wished to bring upon themselves. They never did, actually. We did it. We still do.
To all, so-called, "outcasts" that we, the society, create.
Edit: Thank you @writersnetwork for the kind repost. I'm glad this'll be read by more.I Don't Beg, to Differ.
I watch people carefully from a safe
distance, much shorter than the length
at which they push me away. With
every step that I take towards them,
my trust takes two steps back. One,
out of a fear of getting broken, again.
Two, out of a fear of breaking me,
forever. My fears? I don't keep any
now. Cause I've faced way more
than I thought I had.
They call me names. But that doesn't
hurt more than the silence that follows.
Cause they don't have anything more to
say to someone who, they think, can't
feel. I cry. I stop. I cry again. I shout.
They ignore. I stop. They repeat. I shout
again. My blood boils. All I can do is
sit back and calm the last of life, left
in me. I ramble," They aren't worth it.",
just to push down the voice that roars
through my cracked heart, "Neither,
are you."
Mom says I'm rare. Dad says I don't
need to fit in. And, I wonder what my
best friend would have wanted to add.
But then, I remember I don't have one.
And, with a thud, I land at ground zero.
I stare blank when I think of love. Does
it even exist for people who don't exist
for others? For every 7 reasons they
give me to hate myself, I scribble an
8th to not, and I dodge a wrist cut by
inches, right before the next week of
pretense starts.
They push me to the edge every time.
I still hold on. They smirk at me. I still
smile. They give me death glares. I
still survive. They call me an outcast.
I still think it's a lie.
Cause, I don't beg.
To differ.
©Merusri Mukherjee -
I'M STRONG AS COFFEE,
YET SWEETER THAN CAKE,
DID I EVER TELL YOU?
JUST STOP BEING SO FAKE!
©Merusri Mukherjee
