Miraquill
A beautiful LiF̷e
©Tanya
#bound
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tanya_s_quill
15w
Read MoreTo live is like;
Feeling lost
in the turbulent waves
of fake beauties,
and luxuriant
nessesities.
A myriad of emotions
and yet as
stone.
Pretty flowers ahead
and yet praising
gold...
Uneven trails
can't be walked.
Because there now are
Perfect paved roads.
Ropes around my dreams.
Forever being tied...
To live is like
Lost in a beautiful lie.
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backstorypoetry
53w
Read MoreWe all have the tendency to make promises and we are thought this story about promises, never break promises, you will lose the people whom you made the promise to. That's true. We will lose them, when we break it out of the misery that we have faced being binded with the promise we made.
Remember making a promise also takes away certain freedom and makes you unhappy eventually with the time and as the time goes on, you lose yourself.
Don't make a promise at the cost of losing your own identity.
Is it all worth it?
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©backstorypoetryPhoto By Rodion Kutsaev on Unsplash5 1
Sometimes I burn up
and feel the world closing in
uncertainty wields its sword
and strikes me hard
hate stares me in the face
while donning a mask of
family's face
it ties my hand, bind my feet
and throw me into a pool
filled with demons of a broken past
but I flip. I flay bound arms
and shackled feet, I flip
until I can't
until I give up and give in
until I'm drained
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zeevocal
77w
TWICE UPON FAITH
That's my name,
I stumbled twice,
Upon the same fate.
I fight so hard,
To rise again,
Against all odds.
Again I fell,
This time so hard,
So bad and deep.
I refused to heal,
People watched me,
As I swam in my misery.
Yes it was so miserable,
So hard to heal,
The wound wouldn't heal.
I tried so hard,
To move away,
From how hard it seemed.
But NO!!!
Life gave it to me,
BACK TO BACK.
Then suddenly,
I heard my name,
Being called so softly.
By WHOM?
The beautiful voice made my heart beat,
It beat so fast .
NO, I screamed!!!
Not again,
In the trap of the evil.
But can I judge everyone,
By what others have done?
Can I see everyone the same?
I need to give love a chance,
A chance to grow and bloom,
A chance to make amends.
Amends, for all the wounds I sustained,
In my previous steps,
It wasn't what I dreamt off.
I am on my way to healing,
Healing in the best of ways,
Coming back fully.
To perform and play my role,
On this planet earth,
As a vicegerent and a GEM OF GOODNESS!!!
03 Jan '21
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pallavi4
87w
Read MoreBound
Build me a bridge
From your prolonged silences
To my inaudible questions
Build me a road
From your tiresome absences
To my constant waiting
Build me an overpass
From your placid anger
To my quiet patience
Build me an extension
From your wearisome melancholy
To my cheerful person
Build me a dam
To store your affections
Enough to last me a lifetime
Build me a bond
To tie your loose ends
To my never ending love for you
@pallavi4
21st of October, 2020
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Bound by loyalty
Love is such an outdated concept why love another just to be disappointed at the end of it all some people think they know loyalty when they don't , some wish they knew what it truly is or truly could be, these are words that bind us to those we truly wish we never could be bound to
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kush_boi
98w
Chained to her desires.
She was unable to free herself from herself,
Bound by every thought,
Of lust,
Of pleasure,
A state of frenzy she had to experience,
Every night........
With someone new.
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©the_unperfectionalist
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miti_sengupta
110w
The lover asked his beloved - Do we really need to drift..... apart?
The beloved replied - No...we are not drifting apart. We will always be together; Our souls would be bound to each other. Only....our physical beings would never meet again.
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anyerenaj
113w
OLD TIMES
Old times are bound to keep as memories
It will never have a chance to be changed
Because what's done is already done
That's why it is called as before
©anyerenaj5 0
queenofhearts1491
113w
Muted Horror
"White is Black and Black is White"
Blank ... empty ... numb ... I am waking up from an ear-splitting silence, returning from no man's land. I am surrounded by an unbearable white noise that seems to kill off everything that approaches me. I try to focus. My body is aching, every muscle is in burning pain. Still I have to be brave, I have to move, escape my silent prison ... but I can't. Something is holding me back like an invincible force.
How is this possible?
I try to open my eyes, every millimeter is a battle, a war against agony and gravity but I have to face it. Suddenly a heavy pain hits me as I am blinded by a bright glistening white light. I am struggeling to stay strong, to hold on ... but I can't and my eyes fall back into darkness.
I can't stay here like this, I have to brace myself for this barbarous sharp pain and open my eyes again. It is the only way. Silent screams escape my lips as my eyes are torn apart by the light. Tears start running down my cheeks but I have to bear it, I have to stay strong. So I lie and wait until my eyes come back to life ...
Glancing at the ceiling ... white. Trying to move my head a little bit but my brain is muted by pain again. Staring at the walls ... white.
Am I in heaven?
Am I dead?
I doubt they would pin me down to my bed over there. My arms and legs are tied up with some strong leather straps bound by heavy iron buckles, making my hands and my feet feel numb. I can't move a finger or a toe.
What happened to me?
Where am I?
And how did I get here?
So many questions are running through my head but my brain still feels like a vacuum. Think ... Focus ... What are the last things I can remember?
I see myself walking down a lonely avenue. There is no one around, no house, no car, not even a bird is singing. The road is dusty and every step I take, sparks a little cloud of filth over the ground. The air feels hot and heavy, it is hard to breathe. I keep going, not remembering what was my destination anyway. And then there it is ... A small house.
At first I think it to be an illusion, that the heat has made my brain weak, but the closer I step, the more real it becomes. It looks very shabby, some windows are broken, many roof tiles have fallen off, the walls are covered in dirt. This house must have been abandoned for many years already.
As I am stepping closer no sound can be heard. I guess I am all by myself out here. Walking around the house, peeking through the shattered windows ... Nothing. I am about to leave when I am struck by surprise and horror at the same time. There it is ... A totally surreal yet fascinating scene.
A pair of lovers, a woman and a man I guess, standing in one of the rooms. He is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a black tie, looking formal, stern, intimidating. She is wearing a red dress with some pieces of white lace, leaving her arms bare and vulnerable, looking pretty, delicate, fragile. The man is holding her in a tight embrace while they are united in an innocent kiss. He seems to be in a dominant position as the woman is leaning her head upwards to meet his lips. Together they look like the metaphor of a merge of love and death, completely lost in each other.
Still this bizarre scene leaves me struck by horror and disgust. Their faces are covered with a white scarf, erasing their individuality, stealing their humanity, turning romance into perversion. Like two contrary forces being confronted, the closeness through love and the impossibility to communicate. Everything is muted, there is no intimacy, just a blank space.
Maybe the woman has been kidnapped and is forced to be here.
Maybe this is part of some cult's sick ritual.
What is happening here?
Should I save her?
I continue to observe the scene, unable to look away. No movement is visible, no breathing, no heartbeat.
Am I going mad?
Is this even real?
Maybe it's a statue, a piece of art that someone has forgotten over here a long time ago.
Wait ... Did the man just shake a little?
He is slowly moving his head towards the window. I am terrified, there is nothing but white emptiness. No eyes, no nose, no lips, no ears, all senses muted, no face can be seen. I try to scream but my voice gets stuck in my throat, unable to be released. Panic is rising ... My heart is racing ... I am breathing heavily ... I can't move ... I am doomed.
The world around me starts spinning in circles and everything turns black. Then I must have passed out because the next thing I remember, is waking up in this room.
Black turned into White
I am lost in my memories, still trying to put the pieces together, when I hear the noise of cracking locks being opened and footsteps getting closer. I am trying to move my head but there is no one to be seen and everything around me is falling silent again. Maybe I was hallucinating.
Time keeps passing by without a trace of hope and I am sure that my mind is playing tricks on me ...
Until a familiar whitened face appears in front of me, Once again I am struck by horror, fear and panic are washing over me in huge waves. I try to move but there is no way to escape. The face shows a silent and merciless laughter. His invisible mouth wide open, turning into an endless white void.
He is moving closer to my face and my screams are muted by my own voice. I can't get away. He is pulling out another white scarf, getting closer ... Closer ... Closer ... Touching my face ... It is too late ...
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poetrybyuc
113w
Washout
Breezy days and nights
What everyone needs is a tranquil state of mind
Let your thoughts wander to find
where nature and human are bound to bind
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soullular
116w
Missing You
I saw your face everyday,
But I still missed you...
You were there, right beside me,
But I still missed you...
If we are ever far apart,
I don't know how will I survive...
Because, even when we were so close...
I Still Missed You
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Today
Not at all has the sun shone,
Yet in my bed, my new warm dorm.
Living inside these great white walls,
Desire not to venture
Nay meet new souls at balls.
The chirping birds call out to me,
but like a bedridden, passes me my glee.
"Maybe tomorrow", Quote I;
Whilst write these lines to the world
I sigh.
The dancing tunes of the busy Indian market plays back,
While I overlooked; 'Kids of dust, tan and rag'.
I paused and pondered upon my childhood,
Only if I could relive; which too be a good soothe.
Solitude is how I feel,
No friends for a rustic humor
Which is but beyond my will.
While to live inside these great white walls,
Another day for a dying soul
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_knox_
117w
Bound
The tiptoe kisses, the laughter we share.
The little things we do together,
shows how much we care.
When you are beside,
my heart feel safe and sound.
I know you are the one,
to whom I am bound.
Everyday I wish lifelong
happiness for us.
You are my beginning,
my end, my everything.
My life revolves around you.
You are my whole universe.
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soullular
120w
Infinity Bound
We were born in same period of time,
despite time being infinite...
We met in that infinite space,
and, you & I became one...
It's an incredible coincidence & a beautiful miracle
That's what I felt...
And in the end, I have found my heart...
that, I had lost for a while at this place,
where the past & the present co-exist...
©soullular9 0
cheesyloner
122w
Your thoughts were clear,
But you weren't,
You dusted your feets at places,
My heart was bound.
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sameoldasshole
123w
Love
To say You are wrong completely isn't entirely true.
To say that I love you so deeply, it's just something that I do.
To pray for you isn't in vain, because we're one I feel your pain.
And it pains me to see, and moreso to think, about a world where we are estranged.
I thank God daily, You will always be my lady.
I know that you truly loved me. I know that my soul is ugly.
All I wanted forever was infinity together.
You joyful and better, and our family treasures tethered.
Measured in happiness..
Miracles Do Exist..
©sameoldasshole7 0
aasheegarg_
123w
Read MoreWaiting to hear these words from someone ������
Happy valentines day to all������������
#safety #bound #valentinesday #writerstolli #writersnetwork #wow
@om_nik @harshad09 @gupta_hitika21 @soulwriters @fiction_lover #life #poetry #thoughts #diary #friendship #loveWhen all of them
Wants to bound you
in the name of safety...
I want to give
You the freedom
In the name of love
©aasheegarg_15 5 1
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ritesh_verma_rv
124w
Bound:
"कफ़स में इक परिन्द रहता है
जिसे है शौक़ रोज़ मारने का"
