dusky_dawn

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  • dusky_dawn 3d

    Happiest birthday gaurav ��May God bless you.

    @pen_and_paper

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    Ukele(list)

    A list with a twist.

    The ukelele's euphony serenaded the blue sky when you held the ukelele & played the first chord & the soft nylon strings with your fingers dancing to the tune struck the hearts of heeders & warmed up the ambient. The chords whisked away the noise lingering around leaving behind peace to be relished by us.

    A wordsmith landed between thousands of faces with a pen and a paper looking upto him waiting for him to kill the pain lying behind the words or in between them.Or the figment that your words left behind with monsters & the immortal black roses or the snow that melts with rain running back to the throng that drowns in the hypnotism of the phrases coming wildly out of the mighty pen.

    Year with virus strangling our sore throats I caught a whiff of friendship around me from a human healing sore hearts with the tunes that still lies somewhere deep inside my ears & still soothes my soul.The stupid talks & the laughter that echoed months before still makes me smile wide.

    One of the best things that happened to me last year is you becoming one of my good friends. Thank you for existing.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 1w

    #wod #breakfast.

    Idk after how I long I participated in word of the day. ��

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    Smell of an oily omelette & sandwich that'll grill my insides in a while travels from that dim lit tiny kitchen to my red nose carrying few sneezes with it slips under the blanket who's been under the weather with me.

    It slips inside from the left and move around my silky strands sniffing my skin skipping the satin robe.And somedays it slips inside from the right & sit still without moving an inch until it scares the smell of warmth that he left of me after a flirty night.
    It stays with my runny nose and terrible headaches. The smell of breakfast settles on my tongue long before the taste makes it alive.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 2w

    Happppiest birthday rajeeeeeeeev �� #rajeevkabirthday

    @_astitva_

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    An eloquent and a silver tongued poet
    Crossed paths with me in the Jack Frost season when the words on my tongue were freezing his verses kept it warm.
    Carrying Poetries that tastes like butter spreading itself on a bread loaf,
    Carrying Poetries with sublime phrases smoothly walking down one's heart.
    Carrying poetries that can ruin the frost season's cold cunning winds by turning them warm.

    A friend who's care is as sweet as the candyfloss,A friend who's heart slips into sadness if I breathe in sadness.
    A friend who's not just a friend but
    A motivator who who's always there to guide to not to be afraid of the up"s and down's as it shall pass like the season of frost.

    ©dusky_dawn.

  • dusky_dawn 2w

    I want to be your lover someday not the girl nextdoor.I want to touch your skin like it's my skin and will wear that for days and nights. I want to slip into your embrace like it's the only thing that can save me from myself and will die someday within it.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 2w

    What do poets do? We have often heard that they immortalise people in their verses.  What else? Does the 'I' in poems say anything about the poet? For them the 'I' too has hints of retrospection. Nothing's personal to them. Nothing left behind else of words and memories as one day they wear their wings and fly to another world, another day, for forever. We grope their words in black silences we find them soft we find them hard, to accept, the poet is no more. Mirage is the word for thirst, the never ending thirst of how we could know more about the heart of the poets. Remembrance is water, reminiscence is the desert. Death is just...


    In mirage, we are remembering two such poets who not only won people in their verses, they made incisions, they made imprints of their name with their kindness. It was a huge loss, a huge loss,  when they left us..



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    @john solomon (The Haiku King Of Mirakee, And as in memories of @lovenotes_from_carolyn ) -


    -Jack Williams, known onsite as John Solomon, was a caring friend to all who knew him, as well as a loving son, brother, and uncle. 

    As a science minded poet, he came up with innovative concepts for his well rhymed pieces that were never before seen in the realm of poetry. 

    Jack was an altruistic humanitarian, who preferred to spend his time helping others, rather than in pursuit of material goods or monetary gain. 

    I had no idea when I met Jack onsite several years ago that he and I would become close friends and communicate daily; but aside from a mutual love for writing, we had a great many other things in common and we promoted positive thinking and we loved to laugh and joke around. 

    He also cared a great deal for my husband and kids and he always inquired about them and included them in his daily prayers. 

    Due to Jack's overall good health, I also had no idea that he would inexplicably make a sudden, shocking departure from this world, all too soon, while in the prime of his life. 

    That's exactly what happened though, and I still feel that loss regularly and miss him very much, but there is no doubt in my mind that Jack is happy and at peace, there amongst his beloved stars. 


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    @kehta_hai_joker ( The Brother, Poet of Social Issues, And as in memories of @jaya__ )


    Jo really imbibed the name Joker in letter and spirit. He hid his pains behind that infectious humor of his. His words seemed to comfort the fellow writers who had troubles... He kept his posts hopeful and entertaining. 


    His words offered new perspectives and information and always he added to it his trademark comedy. His roasts became popular real quick and some sort of celebrity status was conferred on anyone who was roasted by him.


    He spread positivity and cheer whenever he spill ink over paper and truly he became that crack ass comedian he aspired to be. He made a family out of strangers on a writing app, which still sticks together and that itself is an ode to his great persona. 


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    The Contest - And Rules


    We are announcing this yearly contest in memories of above two poets. Share your two flowers of love as we are asking submissions as-


    TWO HAIKUS WRITTEN ON SOCIAL ISSUES


    -Please post your submission before 30th of November.

    -Use hashtag #mirage_poetry_contest and tag any of us organisers.

    -The results to be announced on 5th of December.

    -There will be 10 winners who will get to read their submission in a special memorial event on 19th of Dec. (Details for which to be announced later)




    Organisers-


    @/captain_blant 

    @/lovenotes_by_carolyn

    @/jeelpatel

    @/kin_jo

    @/my_cup_of_poetry

    @/dusky_dawn

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    Mirage :Poetry Contest

    In memory of @john_solomon
    & @kehta_hai_joker

  • dusky_dawn 2w

    Happiest birthday satyam. An amazing human and a friend. Glad we crossed paths. You are a gem. God bless you. This one's for you. �� @captain_blant

    #captainsbirthday

    I am bit sleepy. Otherwise I'd be wishing you at 12��

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    A concoction

    Of antipoetic ointment
    On the poetic wounds
    Healing the minds
    With Realism & breaking
    Bones of fantasies.

    Of benevolence peeking
    From behind the black glasses,
    & the voice walks on the crusade
    For few miles every day shaping
    The road for advancement.
    With verses putting forth
    Taboos wrapped with raw slaps
    To the societies face.

    Of friendship slipping
    Into one's heart with kind steps
    & settling there for the years to come.
    With honey laced temper & soothing aura,
    You are home to a friendless soul.

    ©dusky_dawn.

  • dusky_dawn 22w

    Something.

    @timeblossom @_aradhya @sse7enn @kin_jo just because you guys asked for it ��

    @say_me_krish I tagged you ����

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    Been to hell once?
    Well I live in one!
    I bathe in water full of li li(es)
    I eat trauma that my step father has kept aside.
    I wake up on a bed that smells of cries.
    Yes! I live where he('ll) hide under my spy eyes.

    Been to hell once?
    Well I live in one!
    I gulp the synonyms of hate when thirsty,
    I Iron the tee's that's Been rotten after being left on mercy,
    I brush my teeth & spit the shiny smiles out of courtsey,
    I wipe my eyes and scream "I see. The pain. I see the not so brainy brain.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 24w

    Something.

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    Rain(Drops)

    Dry Skin.Swollen lips.
    I Chewed them hard last night
    Running low on h2o
    I emptied the jug that was high on it.

    Swollen lips. Wet skin.
    Drops dropped from all angles.
    My stomach shouted "Is it summer"?
    Scalp blabbered curses every second.
    Rain(drop)ped drops of h2o every minute.

    Wet skin. Burning back
    Calemine calmed the chaos a little
    But lips screamed "Is it on fire"?
    Rubbed the palms, Breathing drop(ped)
    I chewed the lips a little.
    Sat still and sick to the stomach
    Slept slowly and slowly.

    The drops drop(ped) were invisible.
    "It's all in your head"I whispered
    But the burning back?I questioned
    "It's all in your sick head".

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 24w

    Remember it's just a bad phase.This shall pass.

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    M(ASK)

    I ask. You ask
    Where's your mask?
    I sneeze, You cover your face with a scarf
    I stare.You glare
    I covered my mouth with the palm

    I ask. You ask.
    Where's your mask?
    I high on fever, You start to shiver
    I asked you to stay away. You stood with tears in your eyes and said "I"ll pray"
    I ran to the room and locked it and said "Remember it's just a bad day.

    I ask. You ask.
    Where's your mask?
    I couldn't breathe, You said "Calm down and believe"
    I asked you to not to touch. You held my hand and my shoulder witnessed a nudge.
    I cried when oxygen slipped into me and said
    "The virus taught me life is unpredictable so never hold a grudge".

    I ask. You ask.
    Where's your mask?
    I with the mask,You with the mask
    Sat on the grass
    Stared at the sky
    Smiled at the humans
    Cried for the ones who lost someone with the deadly virus,
    Believed that a cure is waiting at the end of the dark tunnel,
    Breathed the air
    The one that is polluted by the virus.
    Again.

    ©dusky_dawn

  • dusky_dawn 25w

    WONDER W(OMEN)

    The red on my lips
    Makes me alive
    The red I bleed
    Makes me cry

    The white on my nails
    Makes me a human
    The white on my body
    Makes me a bad omen

    The yellow meal on my plate
    Makes me healthy
    The yellow I puke
    Makes me dirty

    The blue in my eyes
    Makes me sound like an old classic rum
    The blue on my back
    Makes me a victim.

    ©dusky_dawn