Miraquill
Love notes
I wanna be your child...
Your soul child to get all the pampering...
From patting to sleep till the snowy mornings
I wanna hold you tight and never leave you
I wanna be your mom....
To love you the way you never felt...
From springs to autumn's...
I wanna kiss your forehead and caress your hair...
I wanna be your lover...
From life to another...
I wanna etch myself to your soul and stay there...
I wanna bear you in my heart and care you like...
How can I stop being yours?
How can I stop being me?
How can I stop being Devi?
Come soon...
Rain is scary...I can't sleep in darkness... You know me well... One more time remember the lines of you and me...
©devikasethumadhavan
devikasethumadhavan
Her life...
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ഞാൻ മരണം ആണെന്ന് അറിഞ്ഞാൽ നീ എന്നെ ഇതുപോലെ പ്രണയിക്കുമോ?
നീ എന്നിലേക്ക് അടുക്കുന്ന നിമിഷങ്ങൾ ഒക്കെയും കൊഴിഞ്ഞു പോകുന്ന ഇതളുകൾ പോലെ ഭാരം ഇല്ലാതെ പറന്നു നടക്കും. നീ കാണുന്ന ചില സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ പോലെ. എന്റെ മനസ്സിന് ചിലപ്പോൾ ചിലങ്കയുടെ ശബ്ദമാണ്. കിലുങ്ങി കിലുങ്ങി എന്തിനോടോ ഉള്ള ഭ്രമം തീർക്കാൻ ആടി തിമർക്കുന്നത് കാണാം. ഉള്ളിൽ അഗ്നിയുടെ ചൂട് കൊണ്ട് വലിഞ്ഞു പോയ ജീവ നാഡികൾ എന്നോ വറ്റിയ മഷിയുടെ മണം പിടിച്ചു...
ഇതെല്ലാം എന്റെ സ്ഥിരത ഇല്ലാത്ത മനസ്സിന്റെ പ്രതിഫലങ്ങൾ ആണ്.. നിന്റെ ഒരു ആലിംഗനത്തിൽ നേരെ ആക്കാൻ പറ്റുന്ന കുഞ്ഞു ഭ്രാന്തുകൾ...
©devikasethumadhavan -
To my positives
I am not asking you to put on the same jacket with the smell of intoxicating Oudh. I am not asking you to hug me with those comforting words and melt my ill mind with light. I am not asking you to lift my insecurities to the next level of excitements. I am just asking you to be by side as my best portion of life. Something which stays with me forever. Something that is me.
©devikasethumadhavan -
From me
The morphine's you gave me were just energising the soul inside. The world was blue with the pain but I could see the flickering yellows. Like the daffodils bend over to the wind, my mind was channeled towards the goal.
My books were untouched, just like those mighty dreams. When they shook me with desires, I got back on my anklets. The tiny bells made me walk again with pride. They looked amazed as always... Because...
I am a woman. Wild they say, weird they whisper and wonder they admire.
©devikasethumadhavan -
I love you for being real
I saw many fake smiles strangling my throat
But you showered your anger on me and left
I was locked up in a box of mysteries
They told it is love, it is life
I couldn't believe it because I see the facade cracking down
I feel undressed and naked on my emotions
A kind of empathy to myself
I never knew I was powerful until you proved me...
You told me to go get the stars while I was the moon myself...
©devikasethumadhavan -
They told me to be gentle and slow while giving her the last drops of water
Some grains fell over her lips and I wiped it off with my fingers..
She was not smelling of that cuticura powder which she used to always...
That bright smile was missing but her half opened eyes saw me clear... But it didn't blinked...
She was my rock... The one person who told me to be my own no matter what...
I was always her Kunjooty(that's what she called me)... I miss her... My nanny.. my dearest of all... If at all you tell me about sadness, death took her away from me and created an empty space...
©devikasethumadhavan -
Some goodbyes are strange
Strange as in we tend to relieve in the thought of abandonment
It can be to a person or a situation
But it all ends up in good byes
If at all I have to write a death note, I will name it as my 'last goodbye' because I have been playing hide and seek with death for a while now
When you say goodbye to that chronic pain inside your heart and release the innermost happiness, you attain freedom. A type of freedom which is addictive and non replaceable. When I was in agony, I saw a scared soul inside, my own reflection who wanted to live with a tiny dream. But somewhere it was left alone in the bleak depression and anxiety.
I was out of my boundaries this time to unlock that innocent child.
I said with all my heart 'death, please be my valentine'.
My words broke in between and sink inside my sore throat..
I wish I lived once again...
©devikasethumadhavan -
നെഞ്ചിലെ തുടികൊട്ടിന് നിന്റെ ശ്വാസോ്ഛ്വാസത്തിന്റെ അതേ വേഗത എത്തിയപ്പോൾ ഏറ്റവും നനുത്ത എന്റെ പിൻ കഴുത്തിലെ രോമകൂപങ്ങൾ എന്തിനോ വേണ്ടി എഴുന്നേറ്റ് നോക്കി. അവർക്കറിയാം എങ്ങനെ ആണ് നീ എന്നെ ഉണർത്തുന്നതെന്ന്. ചിലപ്പോൾ നെറ്റിയിൽ തലോടിക്കൊണ്ട്, മറ്റുചിലപ്പോൾ ചെവിയിൽ മെല്ലെ നിനക്കിഷ്ടമുള്ള ആ പേര് വിളിച്ചുകൊണ്ട്. മറ്റുചിലപ്പോൾ എങ്ങും വിടാതെ ഇറുകെ കെട്ടിപിടിച്ചു കൊണ്ട്. എന്റെ പരിമിതികളെ പ്രണയമായി വളർത്തിയത് ഒരുപക്ഷേ നീ എനിക്ക് തന്ന സ്വീകാര്യത ആണ്. എന്റെ ഭ്രാന്തിന്റെ ജല്പനങ്ങൾ പോലും ഒരു മടിയും കൂടാതെ ഏറ്റുവാങ്ങി എന്നെ നെഞ്ചോട് ചേർക്കാൻ നിനക്കല്ലാതെ മറ്റാർക്കും കഴിയില്ല. ഞാൻ എന്നെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നത് പോലും നിനക്ക് വേണ്ടി ആണെന്ന് തോന്നുന്നു ഇടയ്ക്ക്. അല്ല, നിന്നിലെ എന്നെയാണ് ഞാൻ ഇഷ്ടപ്പെടുന്നത്...
©devikasethumadhavan -
Come to me when you are out of romance
Come to me when you stink of life
Come to me when you cry the worst
Come to me when you feels like running away
Come to me always and I will be here for you
©devikasethumadhavan -
For him
I wish I could give you more tattoos
Round ones with a pinch of red in it
The aesthetic ones with a strong imprint
Another on your neck with a giggle
And the most favourite one on your chest when you hugs me
Last time you ran your fingers over my tooth and told "auch! It's sharp"
That's how I learned to give you customised tattoos on your body...
The body which connects our soul to eternity
My love, you are my twin flame, the energy which drives me to go ahead
Life is beautiful with you and forever...
©devikasethumadhavan
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yakshiii
15w
Admist of the life story, you may feel like losing mind....
the people around you acheiving the best..
Where you are still at the stage of dilemma... thought of acheiving nothing good at life..facing a lot of comparision around life..
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Take a deep breath...realize your inner strength..
you can never be like anyone,no one can be like you..
that's the most powerful tool..
Work the level best..
Surely There will be a day which you can sleep successfully and happily after the realizaton of who you are...
©Aval_ezhuthukal -
Night lights up the moon and the stars
Where the wick is my pen
And its glow is my thoughts
Brightens every moment until awake
When the pen paper and thoughts live together
By rejocing loneliness with the celestial friends
Night light is my table lamp
That is possessive on my writing
As it lives as the first reader
Whatever I scribble before the final is out
Nightlight is all about the thoughts of a poet
Who stays awake like a lantern
To bridge the gap between night and day
And lends some positivity to the sun light's ray..
©penkin -
bohemian_ballerina
18w
Read More#brave #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost!!����The Firefly, I am
My dreams and happiness are those fireflies
Which emit light into the dark world
But soon get capsized into the evil hands of some predator.
When darkness surrounds
The world seems to end.
When hopes are lost,
A tiny ray of sunshine
Forces itself within those clasps of dream-breaker.
I taught my numb brain
To paddle through the worst
And follow the ray of hope
Slowly and gradually.
Off I came from the boulders
Of a heavy weight of evil shadows
And again,
Spread my tiny but more powerful wings
To scale the night sky and lighten it up.
©bohemian_ballerina -
Me the painter,looked in awe at that canvas which was hanging on the wall of my drawing room. I have completed the painting the day before. Brightness of the sky is
Exactly the thick dark of the night and those scattered stars were twinkling in it . The moon as always smiled at me. l became a painter only to explore the depth and breadth of my own self..it haunted me always.
Here is the first canvas which is I think ready to exhibit to the whole world.Oh!!! No!!! Where is that little girl ?I am going to give my canvas it's soul."The little skywatcher."
©prakashinin -
quasar_quill
17w
Read More2022_1_24
Strating off my miraquill journey with this.
Heard a lot about this app. Now lets experience it.
#miraquill #writersnetwork #life #cycle @writersnetwork @miraquill
She was sitting there,
Maintaining her divine yoga posture,
Like a deity with her numen,
Yarns of coloured threads glittering beside,
And more followed as she spun
the Spinning wheel,
The spinning wheel of life,
'Mother'
I called her,
'Can I borrow one?'
She looked at me
still maintaining her poise,
She urbanely replied "which one?"
'There the black one' I answered instantly.
"The black one!"
Her voice mirrored her confoundment.
'Yes, I love the colour' I added.
"Listen Child" she continued,
" This my dear is not
an easy Life to handle.
It has omens of failure,
Broken paths of success,
Eclipse of heartbreak,
Doom of curses,
and only a zilch of favour."
'I will take that' I retorted.
She smirked at my obstinacy,
"Revamp it to white
with care and Love, you got.
Don't drop it midway,
Complete the cycle and
return it to me once you are done".
She handed the black yarn
to me as she waned in the air,
I jumped with innocent ecstasy,
Only until I entered the "Life".
©quasar_quillLife
©quasar_quill
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penkin
17w
Connecting the dots with the stars while gazing
Whispering to the open sky through breathing
Without a point, thoughts about the future is freezing..
©penkin -
aleesa
17w
Read Morenarrow roads with old trees
would lead to my old home
a place in the country side
filled with hopes and dreams
my wild heart often wandered
beneath the calm summer sky
and the icy brook used to bring
peace to my burning soul
now there's a tattoo on my shoulder
resembling a home amid pine trees
the place i had to leave behind
on the day i turned fourteen
i packed my innocence in the box of cruelty
and left my childhood to die on the blue swing
i locked the windows of my new house
so the sunlight does not find me
instead of flowers, my hands now
pluck the burden of a lifeless life
and now I chase the thoughts of death
instead of butterflies
an old mustard sweater
sometimes smells like the countryside
it was something I would wear
apart from a lively smile
the taste of blossoms and snow
is still fresh on my parched lips
something that keeps me away
from tasting my crimson death
©aleesa || January 22' 22
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@writersnetwork @miraquill #nostalgia #wod #pod
@writersnetwork thanks for the repost ❤️"now i chase the thoughts of death
instead of butterflies..." -
artemiswrites
17w
The rain poured down
in a fit of excitement
like children running out of
classrooms,
brandishing paper boats
like the swords that
have gutted multiple imaginary
villains
Before boarding the tram,
that will take me to
Adulthood and deposit me
there like an old bag
with serious umbrella
and newspaper
in hand
I stare into
the flower tainted rain puddles
only to find my
childhood staring back at me
©artemiswrites -
hkm_22
22w
Read MoreLove, I set you free.
No matter how many times
I deny your existence,
you would come up out of nowhere
making me believe you exist.
And then, I would keep looking
for people, just to ensure
I would keep believing in you.
But then, I only met people
who either didn't believe you
or who found you before me
and didn't want me to share you.
I wonder about this irony everyday.
How can something be so sparce
that people question its existence,
And yet so much that people think
it can be found anywhere.
But I guess, I get it by now
You were just another emotion
that passes through my mind
and messes up with it.
So, love, I set you free for now.
No matter how enticing you feel,
I'm so done with this conundrum
that I don't feel like chasing you.
Maybe, after a few years,
we'll meet halfway and
I would feel the desire
to fall for you one more time.
#matter #hkm @miraquill @writersnetwork//Love, I set you free.
No matter how enticing you feel,
I'm so done with this conundrum
that I don't feel like chasing you.
Maybe, after a few years,
we'll meet halfway and
I would feel the desire
to fall for you one more time.//
©hkm_22 -
Laziness
On wintry nights
When the cold sneeks
And tries to grip my body
I pull my warm and cozy blanket
In all agility covering myself whole
Snuggle until asleep
Reluctantly I wake up in the morn
Just to find my crumpled blanket
Staring at me expectantly
But I'm so lazy that I ignore
So selfish I turn
And the poor blanket just waits patiently
To be folded and settled
And I antipathetically lift it
Sluggishly folding it, I oblige
I wonder
How to overcome this aversion.
©prem
