Miraquill
A stage;
Check the dates, the cadence,
The substantial influence.
It's not recreational, when I,
Polabra Jot Alphabetic ,
Galactic ,cutting off familiarances.
Distractions, Play Pretties, Through
Affiliances.
But ,you can't help it, if you wanted to.
DRM, ingratiative,
Uncomplicated wildness.
I'm in love with my existence.
I just want someone to share me with.
That let's me delve into his elevating omnipotence.
©subtlnuegglytchspyt
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the_illumin_alby
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I met your father on Monterey Rd and he went by Molly
The windmills
On the side of
Freeways
Keeps the land
Afloat
©the_illumin_alby7 0
I Plucked the Moon...
I plucked the moon
like a tangerine,
from ambiguity
of brooding autumn nights,
layered in mists, petrichor
and humus sighs,
it was like a crystal ball wreathed
in shadows,
wearing handprints of comets
dying in anonymity,
sepia as
laughter of wizened yestereen.
sparkled with stolen light
from the sun,
grumbled about lonely nights
and chattering stars,
was warm like freshly baked croissant
within my pocket
where it slept and snored,
its breath scented in hursingars.
laughed aloud at television sitcoms
peeked out of car windows,
intrigued yet jaded
- like time,
laughter sounding like chiming bells
echoing from a temple,
sang me a lullaby
silver and soothing,
only to escape while I slept...10 0 1
the_illumin_alby
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Drywall lipstick
Her dead eyes
Cried the tears
Of blood
Of her victims
A diet the grave
Needed to rise
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Ocean of blood and bones
I took a dip,
a dip inside an ocean made of blood and bones.
There was a storm raging inside,
red waves frantically originating and terminating at the same point.
As I dove deeper,
I realised how easy it was for this ocean to turn into a salty marsh.
The tempest subsided after this,
the waves calming and returning to their natural rhythm.
I took a dip,
a dip inside an ocean made of blood and bones.9 0 1
the_illumin_alby
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Siamese cartwheel
At the reapers diner
You pay for death
While others blow
Paralyzed kisses
In the
Window
©the_illumin_alby6 0
smitanand
85w
Shenanigans of Scarlet Stilettos...
She was exquisite
slender and elegant,
the colour of dewy roses,
or cherry blush sun
aglow on fiery tongues of smoke
at dawn,
a chiseled statuette
amid grotesque figurine,
she was like a princess amid
rabble and snooty too..!
She preened
in the shop window admiring
herself in neon reflections,
and maintained a reticent distance
from the other footwear,
aloof and narcissistic she was
lost always in herself
and dreaming of morrows
gilded in gold.
A diva herself
she craved to adorn feet of a prima donna
dreaming of ravishing lifestyle
and haute couture attire,
days scented in frangipani
and nights bubbling in champagne,
looking down on
pragmatic platforms, sneaky sneakers,
plump pumps and perky peep toes
she indulged in admring escapades
before the mirror at night .
She'd hide behind grotesque boots
when some ingenue searched
for that sleek scarlet number she'd seen
from afar, in the shop window,
away from shrewd gaze of the clerk,
and pushed some other
unsuspecting and pretty pair in front
but posed coquettishly otherwise,
teasing window shopping eyes
with a sultry come hither pout.
If tried by someone
she thought didn't deserve her
she'd pinch and bite those poor feet,
and become clumsy and trip
to be left with scowl and a swear word
while she smirked to herself,
But one night she found herself
taken down and packed and wrapped
without being given a chance
to assess her would be owner,
and apprehension clogged her throat
as she lay squirming
within a suffocating shoe box
for what seemed like eons,
feeling herself being thrown in air
and landing oft with a thud.
Finally she emerged in sunshine
and peered with bleary, myopic eyes,
at her environs and found herself
in gnarled, masculine hands,
to her horrified dismay,
and was put in a dark corner
of what looked like an archaic shelf
amongst scores of other shoes,
making her weep in despair.
Haunted by nightmares,
and shaking with unknown fear,
she lay shivering and lonely
until someone picked her up
and she found herself under harsh lights
being strapped on the feet
of someone who looked like a goddess,
was giddy with rapture
till she was removed with a screech
and discarded as itchy,
while another scarlet pair
gloatingly replaced her with a wink.
Life was a frenzied, rollercoaster ride,
she was tried and worn
for a dance sequence or a scene
and discarded unceremoniously,
she danced on the prettiest of feet,
walked down glittering ramps,
went to shows and parties,
for she was part of the props
of a movie production house.
Everyday was an escapade,
she was worn or discarded to
bipolar moods of divas she'd once revered
she was a part of the glamour world,
her life a paradoxical amalgam
of neon lights and dark cobwebby solitude,
as she became a flamboyant lie,
-an inanimate masquerade item,
Her dreams were a sneering hoax
and her idols had grown clay feet,
while she remembered the caress
of the longing eyes of a gauche girl
she had hurt with a shoe bite
once in her ruthless vanity
to now nurse an unhealing wound-
foever scarred...
©smitanand5 0
smitanand
87w
A Day in the Life of a Mirage...
A moodswing born from
apprehensive introspections
of a bipolar atmosphere
I take birth at noon,
when nature's thermostat
goes ballistics,
under a sweltering sun
sizzling and spluttering
on hot skillet skies.
An alluring illusion
fleeting on unsuspecting azures
I lurk as an idiosyncratic error of light
as photons have heatstroke
and I am created as a counterfeit promise
of verdant oasis in barren aridity
giving false hopes of satiety
to thirsty travelers and beasts.
I shimmer as a distant reflection
in hallucinating skies,
crumpled and fleeting like
a water body mirroring lushness
but it is a lushness stolen from afar
life an erratic bullet
or a disillusioned jigsaw piece,
and parched, tired beings chase me
a phantasmagoria of nature's whimsy.
Always they feel I am nearby
while they keep following me
like an elusive dream,
from noon to dusk
then when the sun retreats
with its blazing spitfire sunflames
the atmosphere cools
and I am erased as a foolish idea
from its graffiti horizons,
and the traveler or beast loses hope
dying forlorn on callous sands
still simmering with recollections
of a noon now lost...
©smitanand21 1 2
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Gorakhpur Introspections...
Gorakhpur is a collage of personalities
and colorful versatility ,
A medley of thoughts and moods
casting kaleidoscopic shadows
on the town's visage.
Somewhere lurks
a stoic and adamant young monk
of staunch principles,
wearing vermilion piety on forehead
and rosary around his neck
mumbling prayers, chanting hymns
at dawn and dusk
and begging alms on dust trails.
A shy bride draped in crimson
her blushes cerise,
face veiled by tradition is seen
lingering as crescent moon on dawn sky
her silver anklets a symphony
her bangles jingling with nerves,
and sun smiling on her brow,
she is a flower bud yet to bloom
under the gaze of the sun.
A salacious youth
hides in a corner as an evil omen,
ailing with nympholeptic lust
he skulks in the shadows
emerging to prey on unsullied naivete
he hoots derogation on sidewalks
leering at femininity,
and when malicious thoughts cook
sinful crimes, the purgatory beckons.
You can see a sly fat shopkeeper
bespectacled and wry,
amid the array of faces,
peering over his cynical glasses,
his eyes full of calculated questions,
weighing your worth on
his mental scales of approval
before he deigns to sell you anything,
too comfortable in his indifference
to bother with niceties .
There is a young teenager
loitering amid the throng wearing
stereotyped jeans and tees,
an ember tipped cigarette dangling
from corners of his cocky grin,
playing hookey from school
to chill out with pals at regular haunts
and wearing the mask
to studious reserve before clueless parents.
Also amid these people
there is a doctor donned in whites or scrubs
his mind preoccupied
with permutations of diagnosis
treatment and prognosis,
pokerfaced and tired but determined
as soldier in the field
battling maladies with grit, instinct,
knowledge and skill,
and in this soil linger footprints of his youth
where he garnered education
and earned the responsibility of a healer.
©smitanand12 1 2
At the Marketplace...
Shop windows wink
preening gaudy appearance,
as a cocotte wearing wrinkles
caked by war paint,
A hawker squints at receding light
shoulders hunched
as flies feast on his stale rancid wares,
and moon sneers from above.
Versicolor bags
dangle on overbrimming arms,
as reluctant feet drag
themselves mourning
demise of another restful weekend.
Street lights stand
bored and indifferent,
casting shadows like a painter
doodling
on a dozing canvas.
A little girl
wearing pigtails and saucer eyes
gazes at the psychedelic lights,
her smile candyfloss-ed
and her balloon flirting with balmy breeze.
The movie theater
is a fat, paunchy merchant
his grin sly but ingratiating as he lures
crowds with tinseltown promises
of romance, thrill and passion.
Crickets chirp, mosquitoes buzz
moths dance,
ice-cream vendor lolls, dreaming
of dating a hot waitress downtown.
Beggar sits in careful rags and penury
singing off key,
refurbished lyrics of an old song
his voice scratching
the festering skin of benevolence...7 0 1
smitanand
88w
Seasons Redefined...
Spring's a peacock feather,
vibrant hues brocaded
by flora,
Summer
the robust guffaw
of sun echoing in
mellowed showers
of monsoon.
Autumn's a whirlwind
of colours, scents and change
a riotous moodswing
of nature,
Winter
is a tired sigh
wrapped in shadows
of unvoiced regrets,
haunting
wise but geriatric mind...
©smitanand8 1 1
Juggernaut!
Magnetic alignment,
Powerful dichotomy,
All-in-one machismos;
Rendezvous haphazardly,
For a powerful blitzkrieg!
A beacon of light,
A directional placard,
A dribbled path
All testify in unison
Towards the powerful drakes on Earth!
High on energy,
Floating in ecstasy,
Almost infinite energy notwithstanding;
I slog while trailing hard
Ostensibly taking the load off,
Feeling as light as a feather
In the end;
Of this troublesome Juggernaut
Calling for Love, Life and Siddhi!
©manu_thewriter7 0 1
Singularity
She woke up
just to realize
she was trapped
Trapped in a void
Chained in a daze
Far aways from herself
Alone in middle of Nothing
On her own Voyage
To the Singularity
of her own Thoughts
©k_ikigai10 0
I Became...
(i)
as a hursinghar
I bloomed
within night's chrysalis,
breathing ethereal scents into
nostrils of earth in slumber,
tantalizing the hanging moon,
filling redolence into
roses' pitcher of dreams,
whispering scented sonatas
to insomniac night breeze~
while you slept unawares
--until the dawn caught me
in cerise dew-stud fingers to
christen me- a blend of
moonlight and aurora's grin,
as a spawn of twilight...
(ii)
becoming a sparrow
drab, brown and garrulous,
I chirped on dewy greens,
chattering to all and sundry
breathing in
the tangerine freshness
of a mandarin sun at daybreak,
skipping and jumping
with nervous squirrels and
seeking in vain
to catch butterflies,
I pecked at tiny grains from
the earth's platter of bounty,
puddles became pools of rapture
high perched
on lofty boughs I watched
as you searched for me,
only to find me in feigned sleep
at dusk after a day's fun.
(iii)
I became a conch lying ashore
listening to the sea's symphonies,
as waves of cerulean brine,
splashed ashore to smash sand castles,
I saw the eructation
of the solar fruit at dawn on blue,
only to be swallowed at crepuscule;
watched sea gulls soar
and heard their quaint threnodies,
the music of tidal cacophony
seeped within my soul,
to emerge as sweet tune when
your lips touched mine on
the altar of reverence,
as after eternal loss you found me
though unknown to you...
©smitanand5 1 1
She is a Marigold in May
She is a marigold
abloom in May,
pinch of autumnal tangerine,
spoonful of dusk,
blossoming with
stoic complacence
taffeta singed
by sunflames,
grin reminiscent of
women simple, commonplace
tackling life
as it comes,
thunderstorms brewing
within china cups,
their smile warm and hearty.
she is wedded
to sultry summer
her laughter never dimmed
by pouring rain,
as she proudly bears
the frowning wrath of sun,
basking in
rays licking her dewy face
at dawn,
wearing dusk's raiment
with aplomb.
at night she smears
her petals in stardust,
bathing in soothing moonlight
salving her sunburnt skin
while she dreams
of tequila sunshine...
©smitanand5 0 1
smitanand
99w
She Braids Shadows in Her Mane
She braids shadows in her mane,
wreathing them with
tinsel of stars and planets,
an opal moon clipped to her tresses
as talisman against despair,
blooming hursingar
fills redolence in her hair floating
in flirtatious breeze,
but the sunflower sits forlorn
weeping for the sun's demise
while whimsical comets
frisbee through her unseen depths
seeking to delve into
ambiguous mysteries cloaking her
and the crickets
sing a quixotic strain
using syllables withered
from rustling foliage,
~ she's the night.
She braids shadows in her mane
her tresses the kohl of thunderclouds~
the angst of a sky
gravid with hurling emotions,
that paints silhouettes on sun's smile
tarnishing it,
She accessorizes her hair
in lightening flashes,
her mane fluttering in monsoon wind
while trees dance like frenzied giants
and thunder's drumbeat echoes
soon she adorns her self
in a rainbow tiara made from
the prismatic raindrops.
~ she's the tempest.
©smitanand6 1 2
melcus86
102w
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Like tides i flow high to low
knowing its my right to grow
Growing, I revive my soul
if only to redefine myself
Unbroken, I will rise above
devoted to the light of god
and, keep going when this life gets hard10 0
the_illumin_alby
102w
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High heels heretic sonne
I’m a memory
In your scrapbook
You took
To a second hand store
Let the blanket
Be dust
While the
Wild ones dance
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melcus86
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Undivided
Together,
we are but
an intricate assembly
of alchemy
A chemical explosion
that's sound for speed
Bound through seas
upon oceans
of peaceful motion
that keeps on going
Each sweeping moment
We are the people
Who can't be broken10 0
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Wiping bloody noses on paper airplanes and smeared out a dear john letter
The last rose petal
Fell stubborn
Hitting every thorn
Hoping to
End quickly
