Miraquill
Let it Feel
Life holds like a trap,
Wanting to be freed.
Dear, wreck me with your love.
Hit me with your sweet words.
Stab my heart, let it bleed pain.
Let me feel, let me taste this life.
©daivas
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It's Sad..
It is sad.
Waiting, waiting for it to happen.
It is sad.
The pressure to follow.
It is sad.
I can't cry, I live this life.
It is sad.
I don't know how to change.
It is sad.
I don't know whether I want change.
Sad, nowadays, it is all sad.
©daivas -
Hello
You reading, I asked, curious,
Yes I am, nodded you, reading,
What's it about, you thought, confused,
About us meeting, I wrote, unexcused,
Are you kidding, you said, smiling,
Say hi in comments, replied, hoping!
©daivas -
Neophytes
We’re all neophytes in love.
None of us have the tools,
or the weapons, or the resources.
Prepared as we think we are,
we’re defeated.
Passion will undo the best of us
and lead only to tragedy.
It’s ever thus for those
who care so deeply. -
Futile
All futile
What dreams I had of my mate,
Of another being,
Looking into these eyes
Upon this face
And recoiling not.
But how could that have happened,
For the monster is not in my face,
But in my soul.
I once thought
If i was like other men,
I would be happy and loved.
The malignance has grown.
You see,
From the outside in.
And this shattered visage
nearly reflects the abomination
that is my heart.
Oh, my creator, why?
Why did you not make me
of steel and stone ?
Why did you allow me to feel;
I would rather be the corpse I was
than the man I am. -
പ്രത്യാശ
അക്ഷിയില്ലാതല്ല പക്ഷികെളന്നപോൽ
പാറിപ്പറക്കുന്നു പരമാത്മവും തേടി.
മുകിൽമാലത്തിരകളിൽ കൂട് തിരയുന്നു
മനമറിയുമവൾക്കായ് ആത്മമിരമ്പുന്നു.
തേടുന്നു തിരയുന്നു ഇരമ്പുന്നു ഗദ്ഗദം
മയിലുകൾക്കപ്പുറം തരഗംമായി നൊമ്പരം.
രാവിന്റെ നേർത്ത മന്ദസ്മിതങളിൽ
പുലരും അർക്കനിൽ പ്രത്യാശയോടെ ഞാൻ.
©daivas -
Maybe, maybe not
Maybe, maybe not.
I'm fine,
Where others are not.
People, shitty ones,
Taking for granted
Bluntly moving ahead.
You're sweet,
Heartbroken, every beat.
You'll be fine,
And age like wine.
Maybe, maybe not.
©daivas -
Farmers Protests
Oh farmer, earth's master
Fighting weather and thunder
An anchor with a hammer
Made you wretched monster.
Media, like a winning charmer
Bowing to their commander
Asking you to surrender
From their shining armour.
I'm sorry, they're going farther
Now its time to be a farmer
I'm sorry for being a bystander
Not anymore, their silent partner.
For India that holds us together
It's time we need to alarm her
About all the loot and murder
Made them greedier and greedier.
But, I swear I'd never harm her
Nor let corporates rule further
And danger another broken farmer
At the order from controller.
Remember, we will survive together.
Just hope, midnight air is warmer.
Stay strong till the end of disorder
We are on a truthful endeavour.
©daivas -
Uprising
But then I'm dumb stuck
In the traffic, out of luck
Feeling too dizzy to duck
In a dark and regretful truck.
Make decisions, don't give up
Your best aint good enough
I watched myself standing up
Breaking free, dumping handcuff
There's no philosophy like bluff
Don't make me laugh by talking tough
We reach love, but probably rough
And we write stories of my psychic self.
©daivas -
daivas
74w
Burden
And though life have become
a sport-less mind game,
One thing remains like a stain,
something like a beautiful rain,
Memories on a train of pain.
The weight of my burden
And the pain that is certain.
The burden of not doing
what I should be doing
appears heavier than doing it.
©daivas
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alisdaire_ocaoimph
122w
Lines
From the lines
We draft our equations
Grasp our horizons
Delve deep the hidden lines
Find perspective,
Lines, were all connected by them
Held upon them, drawn through them
Like a web, some are caught by them
Some are addicted to them
Currents flow through them
Vertical lines horizontal lines
And let's not forget those sweet
Curvy lines
Straight lines, consecutive lines
We speak lines, grasp lines
Needless to say we draw lines
Ones no one can cross over.
Then we read lines, write lines
How strange how lines, defines
And expresses so much our universe.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
©alisdaire_ocaoimph -
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thadichi
163w
Acute destination syndrome
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A chronic mental disorder in which you want to reach an unknown destination in search of your life's purpose!
(Or inshort,you are just insane!)
©thadichi -
Even rock and wood,
Can be symbolised,
As sorrow and joy..
While one drowns you in pain,
The other let you float in delight..
Even at times of survival
Both are irreplaceable,
One helps you to ignite the fire
And the other let you to sustain it!!!
©varunmohan_nambiar -
The Seeing Blind Man
And His Whispering DogThere's a blind man on the corner
That keeps staring at me
As the dog that's sitting by his side
Keeps whispering in his ear
I know their talking about me
Cause the blind man keeps nodding his head
I'm not paranoid or anything
At least I don't think that I am
I keep straining hard to listen
But to many words do I miss
At this very moment
I wish I could read dog lips
As if this couldn't get any stranger
A bus pulls up to the curb
Out steps Wayne Newton
And before he utters a word
He pulls a cat out of his bag
With a sharp chill on the wind
The cat and the dog both hug
They appear to be the best of friends
As if this is not strange enough
The blind man drops the leash
The cat picks it up
As he and the dog skip off down the street
Where they're picked up for jay walking by the Chief of Police
Wayne Newton gave a concert
With the money we paid their bail
When it came time for their release
They were no longer in jail
All there was was a tunnel
With a blank note left behind
Cause everybody knows
Cats and dogs can't write
Last that I heard
They had a Villa in the South of France
Where they took in blind mice
And taught them all how to dance
Which started a new dance craze called
The "Blind Mice Dance Like They Got Ants In Their Pants" Dance
I swear this all really happened!
If you don't believe me you can ask my Armadillo,
but listen closely...cause he's a whisperer too. -
തോണി
ഞാൻ ഇന്നും ആ പഴയ വീടിന്റെ അകത്തളത്തിലെവിടെയോ കുരുങ്ങിക്കിടക്കുകയാണ്. കാലങ്ങൾ എന്നെ നടത്തിച്ച ഒറ്റയടിപ്പാതകൾക്കപ്പുറം, നെഞ്ചിൽ രോമം മുളച്ച് ആണായതിന്റെ ബോധം ഉള്ളിൽ കത്തുമ്പോഴും, അമ്മയുടെ സാരിത്തുമ്പിൽ നാണം മറച്ച്, ആ വീടിന്റെ വരാന്തയിൽ ആരെയോ പ്രതീക്ഷിച്ച് ഞാൻ എന്ന ബാലൻ ഇന്നും നിൽക്കുന്നു. ഒരു വെള്ളപ്പൊക്കത്തിലെന്നപോലെ ജീവിതം എന്നെ തോണിയിലേറ്റി ദിശയില്ലാത്ത പരപ്പിലേക്ക് വലിച്ചെറിയുമ്പോഴും, ഉള്ളിലെവിടെയോ ആ വീട്ടുമുറ്റത്ത് ഒരോർമ്മതൻ മരക്കുറ്റിയിൽ എന്റെ അസ്തിത്വം കെട്ടിയിടപ്പെട്ടിരിക്കുന്നു. മുന്നേറാൻ വെമ്പുന്ന ജീവിതവും, പിന്നേറാൻ വെമ്പുന്ന ആത്മാവും തമ്മിൽ ആ കുഞ്ഞ് തോണിയിൽ യുദ്ധം ചെയ്യുന്നു. ആ തോണി മറിഞ്ഞ് ഈ യുദ്ധം അവസാനിക്കാൻ ഞാൻ ഏകനായ് പ്രാർത്ഥിക്കുന്നു.
കാലത്തിന് കരുത്താർജിക്കുന്നു, ആത്മബന്ധങ്ങൾ പൊട്ടുന്നു. പുതിയ കരകൾക്കായി ഉളളം വെമ്പുന്നു. ഓളത്തിൻ താളത്തിൽ ഈ യാത്ര നീളുന്നു. വിണ്ണിൽ താരങ്ങൾ അടക്കം പറഞ്ഞ് ചിരിക്കുന്നു. എകാന്തത മൂടി കണ്ണിൽ വൃഷ്ട്ടികൾ പെയ്യവേ, വെളിച്ചം തന്ന സൂര്യൻ യാത്ര പറഞ്ഞകലുന്നു. കണ്ണീർ വീണ് കടലിന് ഉപ്പുരസമേറുന്നു. ഓർത്തെടുക്കാൻ പറ്റാത്ത സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ മേഘങ്ങൾക്കിടയിലേ നിലാവെളിച്ചം പോലെ മായുന്നു. ഇനി എന്തെന്ന ചോദ്യം മാത്രം എന്നിൽ നീറുന്നു.
©vishnuprasadk -
alisdaire_ocaoimph
192w
I am
I am that I am
I am the silence the great unknown
The journey deep where time has flown
The breath that contains no wind
The truth that has never sinned
I am the light so bright
To the journey set right
That none can conceive
Nor come to receive
This the brilliance of me.
I am the song
That everyone hears, fears
The hum that's found in tears
I am the morning, the great twilight
I'm bounties sweetest delight
I am the raindrop
That fills fresh the ground
I am the beauty that within is found
And the sorrow, the sadness, pain
I am the blood that fills your vain
I am everything and nothing at all
Listen truly, perceive my call.
I am seen where eyes cannot see
Heard when your mind is free
Felt best within your fellows eyes
Known where a baby cries
For I am eternal beyond the known
The wisdom of your father's is what I've shown
Open up you children and understand
Reach out and grasp here my hand.
For I am what I am
The maker and the made.
The beginnings, where all shall fade
I am that I am..
Alisdaire O'Caoimph -
b_jerafai
197w
Mrs. Lady-June,
I wonder why the world's so wild
One came but gone, rested at rest
I often recaptured your words
Nothing seems gone except you
Lost gains lost
in my coin
of unlucky toss
I've born with no power
Fought for self victory
But left no history
And hope engaged only cower
Beauty masks beauty
blooming day to day
showing creator's ability
Mirror means me horror
'Ugly' paused in poor man's face
Acting the acts of terror
Nevertheless, wealth glows in beauty's face
Joy cheers joy
in sweet smiles
of silent coy
Laugh laughs in her laugh
Stand as victor against rumour
Armouring the power of humour
Nearing immortal lines in half
I don't know why she's beauty in my eyes
In those perfection, I've been baptized
Though she might be small in size
She's being opened in civilize
Would sorrow grieve sorrow
If hope is beyond
the edge of tommorow
If she thought me ever
I would sure to leave her never
But would she mind if I say
that I like her
What would be her act
if she's the first chapter of a love story
Would it make sense if I say sorry
that I'm not that enough for her
I really want to say that I like(might be 'love') her
would she ever mind
if I say that she's the only
and a very special one
who's being identified as Mrs. Lady-June
But time's hurry to count
And dumb speaks no sound -
penny_love
193w
His
He wrapped up her love
In zany papercut hands
Looming the fragmented folds
reframing her a dream
heeding inside an art
an origami figurine
outlasting deformity of past
quaint in executions
sunken wholes reprieved
adorned yet exclusive
For all her ravages begone
reclusive tugged
casted to hold
Squatter not in aging conceit
insides an awoken heart
Beholder of shrunken jewels
departing wills of unspoiled task
Tentative reaches flared the
crevices of the breached
fingers knowingly belated in
corners of regressed redress
Sticky tape thrown
Ribboning in bounce and curl
Packager of embellished
Forcefully the embraced
Was no mold to be found
©penny_love -
benmoks
204w
DEAR MY FUTURE KIDS
Dear my future kids, I'm not the one delaying you.
It is your mother who is busy dating some useless guys.
I hope they don't finish your milk.
Because that is my greatest fear.
Yours patient and responsible dad
©benmoks
