Miraquill
my tears vanish
when it rains
it's just pure water
that kisses me
emotions conceal for a while
but pain never ends
©dikshachowdhary
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dikshachowdhary
55w
Read More" Emotions conceal for a while, but pain never ends"
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Those stars
just look like us
so close
yet
light years between
©dikshachowdhary -
My secrets made a space in you,
yours remained with her.
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dikshachowdhary
56w
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I took a few sips of wine
and looked into your eyes
Could see so much of love
and everything felt so divine
I remember you staring at me
Playing with my straight hair
Smiling at me softly
and we looked like a lovely pair
I remember straps of my dress
Falling from my shoulder
Lights appearing dim to me
and your moves getting bolder
I remember white walls of the room
While my purple satin dress on right
I couldn't fathom the situation
The day in morning seemed bright
You were trying to love me
while I was just laying on the bed
But the question is, was I awake
Or just an unconscious dead
Next morning I opened my eyes
My body felt cold to me
Cigarette you were smoking standing
Couldn't swallow the truth or see
Wasn't my consent important
I could see my struggle on tore bedsheet of crepe
Something that was mixed in drink to have me
That led to a dreadful rape
@miraquill @writersbay @writersnetwork
#rape #consentisimportant•C O N S E N T•
I remember straps of my dress
Falling from my shoulder
Lights appearing dim to me
and your moves getting bolder
I remember white walls of the room
While my purple satin dress on right
I couldn't fathom the situation
The day in morning seemed bright
©dikshachowdhary -
In little squares of my window
Number of dreams I decide
Fit them into each square
Loud and clear in mind I recite
Favorite hobby it is to me
A person who can't sit or stand
Fighting a rare genetic disease
Still my wishes are so grand
At night when sky gets too dark
And water of my eyes start pouring
I slowly turn to other side
where my strength starts roaring
When curtains fall on window
and it's my time to sleep
I stop the process for the day
And fuel the dying belief
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dikshachowdhary
56w
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My love was him
I got married to other
At the age of 21
Was forced to be a mother
I wanted to study
We lived away from the town
I aspired a comfortable life
Wanted to wear a golden gown
Husband wasn't loving
Would hit and hurt
Couldn't produce a son
So I was thrashed in dirt
My daughter was gone
Far in a van
No! Not to study
She was sold to a man
I tried so much
To save her and me
But I was locked in a room
And paid a heavy fee
Men would come and go
Would shower me with lust
Never found a genuine one
Maybe I was just cursed
If I was married to my love
I wouldn't be trapped
Or maybe if I was educated
My soul wouldn't be scrapped
What to blame and what not to
I am just telling a tale
Maybe people could have saved me
But society was a fail
Now from heaven I watch many
Struggling and facing the same
Is this how life is supposed to be
Why don't monsters die by shame
~storyoftheunheard
@miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @readwriteuniteMy love was him
I got married to other
At the age of 21
Was forced to be a mother
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Let kindness flower in you
those who practice this art
always bloom even in rain
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dikshachowdhary
57w
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Isn't it weird
the process of
birth and death
I have carried ashes
of few
and carresed a smiling
new born too
Isn't it weird
I have smiled at a birth
kissed the new one
and lost few tears
while cherishing the memories
of dear dead
even after so many years
Isn't it weird
the happiness we try to find
even after emptiness in heart
and head
staring at the picture of
lost loved one
at the time of going to bed
Isn't it weird
how the festivals we enjoy
even after pain inside soul
celebrate and dance
by holding them in water
of eyes
and sing the stories of romance
Isn't it weird
the laughter we seek
gulping down the loneliness
drinking strength to pretend
talking to them by
looking at sky
taking heart out in order to mend
@miraquill @writersnetworkIsn't it weird
the process of
birth and death
I have carried ashes
of few
and carresed a smiling
new born too
©dikshachowdhary -
Neck drenched in alcohol
Lips sealed with a smile
Dressed in all black
My heart so fragile
Laying between flowers
Thin needles I feel
Dark truth I know about
No more secrets to conceal
So much of running
Still away from the stop
Why am I burying it inside
Breaths are about to drop
Gave my soul to you
A castle of love I made
Huge efforts to save us
Pure emotions got played
She is surely diamond
Her dress embedded with lace
You are not the one for her
Draped in just disgrace
©dikshachowdhary -
•Paranormal•
Dissolving in eyes
My heart wants it
Energies I carry
they don't
Invisible ropes
Can't explain it
Want to caress you
but I won't
Something inside me
The universe knows
The power so huge
You can't hold
Misery I feel
surrounded by no one
Forced to love solitude
My story still untold
©dikshachowdhary
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akshiwrites
43w
Read More#end
#wod
Read our debut book, "When sun peeped through the cloudy window" available on Amazon, Flipkart and Notion press.
Authors: Diksha Chowdhary and Akshita Dhar
@dikshachowdhary
@akshiwrites
#pod
@writersnetwork
#whensunpeepedthroughthecloudywindowI used to believe
the road is long;
holding my hand
you'll walk along.
You used to talk
about forever,
I thought we're
going strong.
Afterall, each moment
spent with you
was like a happy song.
I thought
I finally found
the home where
I belong,
Sitting in silence
all day long,
we made promises,
I thought you'd
keep lifelong.
But darling,
where are you?
It's been so long.
I thought love
would last forever:
I was wrong.
©akshiwrites -
Wish-wash
Whiff of coffee
set the motion to contemplation.
As I dived deep
in the chatter of my mind,suddenly,
without a ding from the phone
I heard a twit somewhere around
Hmm, is it my ears that's ringing?!
Scratching my ears,I wondered.
Just then,
maybe startled by the rustle,
one guileless little birdie
whooshed in a flurry and bam
it flew straight to the windowpane.
Ouch!I exclaimed
as if I'm the one whose head's hurt.
While I stood stumped
over the next course of action,
the little birdie stood and swayed
lurched like an inebriate in motion.
An unexpected giggle
escaped inadvertently from yonder.
Guilty,I felt,as I stood witness
to the stupor
but I did not get a chance
to say sorry to the little birdie,
for in a tock, it ticked and flew away.
My mind still dizzying
in my previous contemplation,
felt the entire episode
as a wish-wash
of my acrobatic mind.
©umorok -
paint_a_poem 55w
Read More#fletterc #rise #miraquill #writersnetwork
/Based on an Indian folklore, the firangipani flower is the emblem of immortality.
It rises from the ashes, after it is deemed dead and decadent in Winter.
It transforms into the Flower of Immortality during Spring/
Dear night sky,
Almost dead and decadent during Winter
Am the story that legends are made of
A Skeleton called the Flower of Death
Rising from the Ashes during Spring
Steeped in the ancient legend of Frenchman Plumeria
Who searched for wealth and gold
When he chanced upon me
Coloured like the frail Moon
And when my fragrance over powered the night
He shook.my branches and my flowers fell,
Shining like gold coins in the heavily scented night
Making him give up the idea of earthly wealth
And realising that resurrection and renewal are the real weath
Rising against all odds
I am the ever fragrant,
Firangipani flower
@paint_a_poem
28 Jul 21Fragrant firangipani
A skeleton called the Flower of Death during Winter
I am the Immortal flower rising from the ashes during Spring,
Your ever fragrant firangipani
©paint_a_poem
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phosphenes_
55w
Read MoreAmidst all delusions that the society had claimed,
A beautiful flower of desire bloomed in her heart.
She rose again but this time with her utmost urge to change.
//28.07.21//
#rise #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
// Just tried //
Maybe a read? @miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen @moon_pearl
@smriti_koul @aastha_bhowmikOnce again, I looked profoundly at the sky
for I could see my dreams and ambitions escorted by hope.
Once again, I feel the urge to broaden my horizons
Once again, I knew those tears would stop from shedding.
Once again, I knew those harmonious persistent efforts, not all in vain.
Once again, I knew I could rise in the midst of a relentless crowd of youngsters with the very same jumbled life.
©phosphenes_ -
Every night when my heart thrash
I burn your memoirs deep in that cache
But they rise like a Phoenix from ash
And kindle my soul to crash
©manisha_rameshbabu -
the symphony
in the pink sky
the sun winked at the moon,
the moon blushed
they met in the rainbow
with the clouds hazy
the rain laughed
a chatter fell from her fuller lips
and
the stars wrote a symphony.
©aryaa_anand -
profuselypoetryly
55w
Read More#decay. #wod
Pic credit found on Pinterest from the Sativa Science Club on Urban Decay Art
Wanna write but not quite in the writing way but I wrote this previous before and two related. Maybe for the writing challenge two more will as well. I just wrote whenever waded though my mind at the time.
The quote is in the pic, and the word decaying in used within the length write if you happen to read it fully.
THE LOT
Shattered pieces;
sleek ebony stones
stewed across
littered concrete flooring,
adding to the crumbling rubble.
A once bustling parking lot
weeping as if in stoic silence
desiring to be swept cleared to
reign in a new era again.
Yet, it’s silent pleading
of future usage,
goes continually unheeded,
the following generation
contributing readily to
the newly vintage debris.
Crushed soda pops.
Bare thread tires.
Toppled three wheeled
shopping carts.
Rusted wagons.
Neighboring garbage.
Discard crumbing white
lawn pebbles.
Only to list a few.
Even with the growth of
trash the land hasn’t shed
it’s last abandoned tear.
For now,
natures’s unwanted critters,
tiny to furry
rules this woeful place,
relieving dung memories.
Between the cracks
weeds breeds.
In a designated corner,
nature’s designs.
It’s greenery mulch
steadily spreads
it’s natural artistry
over decaying boots.
Rain readily provides the mud
when the sun departs from
shining it’s glory upon this
deserted plot.
While it patiently aches
for revival it still discovers
ways to thrive.
©poetrylyIt’s greenery mulch
steadily spreads
it’s natural artistry
over boots decay.
©poetryly -
emilylove1818
55w
Read MoreDetermination keeps me on the brink of insanity
My body used for evil even though this heart of mine is pure
Who told you you could borrow me?
Did he expose my powers to you? Did you drool at the though of what my body's blood is capable of?
Harvesting my body
This wholy temple
For the sake of your sick deed and plans
To spread sickness
These eyes of yours don't see it as such
A deluted and blinded dark heart
Just because you believe in yourself
Does not mean you are doing the right thing
If I run they die
if I stay I die
Yet in the end... they were still able to save me
Here ends your harvest
Here ends my harvestHarvest
©emilylove1818
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Rain
Rain as it falls be it oh so peaceful
Temptations emotions wanting to lay their head down
A moment of rest as the sound washes over me as if the sky can sense my dread
Crying for me telling me it's glad I'm not dead
Sliding down the clear framed glass drawing my attention to the fluidity in movement almost as without a care
Everywhere and nowhere a blanket you wrap and blind the soul to the pain that it weeps
The moment you're gone and the heat comes I shed my tears hoping that it would simply return
To comfort me again so I don't have to cry and instead sit still and look pretty no emotions, unavailable
©czarcasm -
Darling,
The moon in your eyes,
looted darkness of my heart
©inked_selenophile
