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  • prasannakkumar 7w


    Thanks to Ms Rimjhim Asthana
    God bless


    the thrilling lights
    lull my conscience,
    As I grasp the ambience
    to be captivated
    in memory of clairvoyance,
    to indulgence
    in the mesmerizing blues,
    As the gleam of hope showers
    the rainbow of salacious
    to jump and jive
    in the embracing moods,
    and to hop and harp
    instead of rushing
    through the mindless
    morality and benevolence
    of dirty pleasures.

    ©Rimjhim Asthana
    ©Prasanna Kkumar
    Image source : Google

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  • prasannakkumar 8w



    Perhaps we should be the master of our own heart,
    Perhaps we should be governor of our feelings
    To be wary of the devious seeking to tear us apart
    to be careful of elusive tricksters, who beguile
    us to sever the blessings,
    For, the heart is the doorway that leads to the core,
    for, the heart is the seedbed of flowing stream of emotions,
    The desired obsession who could dare to ignore?
    The unquenched fixation, who could fail to
    draw the reactions,
    Yet, the unscrupulous are like wolves devouring the weak,
    Yet, the crooked vampires lung forth to suck the pureblood,
    Clouding the mind with their lies, desires, and deceit,
    Darkening the heart with impure hankerings
    and with feral falsehood,
    Resist the temptation to become the object of their love
    Resist the seduction to absorb the divine affection,
    Sweet speech succulent as honey cloaked in selfish lust thereof,
    Laced in flavours of passion under the veil of whatsoever might be the reason.

    ©Elizabeth Reynolds
    ©Prasanna Kkumar

    Image - google

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  • prasannakkumar 8w


    Sometimes I'd rather talk to flowers,
    to trees, they carry in their stems
    the secret of all memories,
    when the river used to murmur

    together with the heron and our
    feet sang the language of the Earth
    In tune with the rhythm of rustling Brooke,
    bustling bees, the whispers

    of blossoms as they carry to the roots,
    the soil oozes lyrics of serene fragrance.
    As the hermit crab, I build my house
    on the walls, chase each other words,

    and numbers - a golden dance, a golden
    spiral – private geometry yearning
    for a divine symmetry of thoughts
    as I, lay myself on the parchment

    of petals of terrestrial magnificence,
    Everything that's imbibed within started
    singing the esoteric and rapturous Psalms.

    ©Lucilla Trapazzo
    ©Prasanna Kkumar

    Image : google

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  • thoughtfulsage88 13w

    If I was the moon
    I would shine upon
    all of the lakeshore
    just so if you were
    to wander in them
    I could kiss you once
    through the reflection
    as you swim across
    my glimmering soul


  • jpwriter 15w


    Words spoken
    Configure our figure
    Mirroring our true self
    Shadowing unconsciously

    The pen bleeds
    Heavy humanness spills
    Blackened brilliance
    Resilience reveals reflection

    A stained paper
    Dampened to deadly
    White wounded warrior
    Through untruthful affection

    Battles in the mind commence
    Practical pretenders play
    The sword stabs the parchment
    Whimsical words weep…


  • porcupine 18w

    Give our love a chance: Back to the beginning (Collaboration with Poetic Beauty)

    I can't erase the pain I caused
    baby or the way you chose
    to see me,

    But baby your voice is silent ,
    Your words so poetic,

    We both dont belong to
    each other,
    That can change,

    Can we start over
    Leaving behind the pain
    we caused?

    A healing we could mend
    as one,

    Because baby I would die a
    thousand times,
    Just to be where you are my
    true hearts desire.

    We can set aside
    Our differences

    We can rewind
    And restart
    From the beginning

    Your voice echoes
    Throughout me

    Every single moment
    In my day reminds
    Me of what we had

    The birds singing
    They are praying for us

    The sun rises
    To bring light upon us

    The moon is our sign
    That brings hope to our darkness

    What we once had
    Can be recaptured
    Just like our memories

  • zeba_gulsum 20w

    First Collaboration post with
    My bestie @rusha_c

    maybe #pod ?��

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    Maybe I was shy
    Maybe you were shy
    Maybe we both were in love
    Maybe our words were shy,
    Maybe the world itself was shy
    But we were in love.

    - By Zeba and Rusha

  • senapathihareesh 21w


    "The loosening string,shall I weave it with my memories?"
    "And shall I fly our kite?"

  • porcupine 23w

    A penny for your thoughts

    A penny for your thoughts? Collaboration with Poetic Beauty

    A penny for your thoughts
    Can a brain be bought?
    Everything you were taught
    You could make alot

    I don't want to pry
    But what's on your mind?
    If you tell me ten times
    It would be worth a dime

    I have a thousand thoughts
    But there's one thought
    Worth more than a million pennies
    It's more than just a thought , it's a
    Wish and turns into a plan
    Is to wake up in his arms
    Everyday for the rest of our lives

  • black_p_m 23w

    @ray_avence_ and @black_p_m
    This collaboration was very fun, hoped you liked it too ray and don't stop writing. Writing does soothe ones wrinkles.

    #anger #collaboration #thoughts
    @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Heavy and raw could define this....
    A feeling I would describe as timeless.

    There was a man cold in the rain
    His eyes were pretty lifeless.

    He lived a life so colorless
    He was a force but this anger made him so powerless
    Yet he believed that someday he'd be strong enough, strong enough to hold his anger within himself.

    Everyday this man tries his best to blend in,
    But he is so damn tired.
    ©black_p_m & @ray_avence

  • zealous_xpression 23w

    With you

    I once heard that practice does not

    Make perfect, it makes permanent.

    And lately I’ve practiced the art of

    Of losing myself in the abys of my thoughts–


    It’s like being starved so much

    You forget how food tastes.

    Like your lungs have become an Alzheimer’s

    Patient at the thought of fresh air.


    At first you still feel weighed down.



    Even at the hand of comfort.


    I guess it’s what happens when you’re

    Used to seeing mirages –

    The lakes in front of you

    Begin to feel like propaganda.


    But when you find your safe house

    You need not think too hard

    Or try to find the words to emotions which

    Have no translation.


    When the realization settles

    That I am safe,

    My trauma becomes a friend that

    I have outgrown.

    I begin remembering what peace feels like-

    A familiarity from a past life.


    For so long I have practiced just surviving,

    You have helped me make a habit out of living.

    ©zealous_xpression @akiraj_

  • lovenotes_from_carolyn 24w

    I was very honored and excited to take part in this special collaboration to celebrate the 500th post of @anirockz7!!
    He is truly a gifted writer and I'm glad he's here amongst us, sharing his wonderful literary talent. You can wish him over on the collaboration on his account. ��

    Blessings to you throughout your writing journey Aniruddh, and heartfelt congratulations!! Happy 500th! ������

    7 DAYS
    by @anirockz7 and @lovenotes_from_carolyn

    My weekdays (Carolyn):

    MONDAY left me feeling blue
    Caught up was I, with missing you

    TUESDAY went by fancy free
    Dreamed all day of you and me

    WEDNESDAY my poor heart was weary
    Away from you, I'm often teary

    THURSDAY I was filled with glee
    Three more days 'til together we'll be

    FRIDAY I had lots of fun
    Showed your pics to everyone

    SATURDAY came, not a moment late
    One more day, then ends the wait!

    My weekdays (Aniruddh):

    MONDAY i had work so flew away
    Up there you reminded me of sunshine ray

    TUESDAY while I was making my coffee
    Got Caffeinated, my brain started missing you trophy

    WEDNESDAY I was so distracted
    I behold the skyscrapers and you reflected

    THURSDAY felt lonely so went to a park
    Imagined you and me running in an arc

    FRIDAY was so windy so a storm came
    I thought of flying in it but then two days could get blame

    SATURDAY I saw a dream of meeting a supreme
    She took me to you, my eyes felt serene

    SUNDAY finally came and we met again
    Our soul hugged each other and we lived under the same domain.

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #collaboration #celebration

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    7 DAYS

  • discreetliterature 29w

    Bridge of thoughts

    I guess one day,
    we all will get done with our egos,
    wrap up all the unwanted small talks
    and barriers of formalities,
    And communicate in a pure way,
    An idea unfiltered from here
    and there.

    gradually by Building a bridge of words,
    Slowly decorating it with simple sentences,
    steadily connecting it with other meaningful end.
    Where more thoughts would Collaborate in real sense.
    From mind to heart till heart to mind.

    Why else do we live for,
    What else is the purpose here,
    Who can other than us,
    When ever if not now,

    Let's do it.


  • silver_flakes 31w

    Collaboration with @miriel_oye do check out her poems������

    °Remember when we gathered
    Ashes of our beloved city
    We stored them in a box
    Wreathed of pure gold
    Where neither moth nor rust consumed °
    °Remember when we held on to fallen banisters
    And spread our tents in sorrow°
    °We called for a chosen one
    To lead us to a promised fate
    A land flowing with love and peace°
    °We longed for a place
    A world of grace
    Where tired eyes could fall asleep°
    °But the world was jaded
    And hearts were stone filled
    Hopes were rock dashed
    And eyes were smoke burnt°
    °Brave hands that held were feeble
    Smooth tongues lisped lies
    And hope dissipated like flies°
    °But we crawled on empty bellies
    Dug with broken bristle nails
    Built with skeleton hands
    Slaved for a new city
    A replica of the one we once had°
    °Now children play on garden steps
    Where dead sands once lay
    Hearts are filled with songs
    And we dare dream again
    If life builds us another wall of briers
    Hope will give us skins of steel°
    ©silver_flakes ©miriel_oye

    Picture credit to Jerry Lofaro
    #collaboration #miraquill@miraquill@writersnetwork#writersnetwork#pod#ceesreposts#flakeyy@miriel_oye

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    Golden Hopes

    °If life builds us another wall of briers
    Hope will give us skins of steel°
    ©silver_flakes ©miriel_oye

  • prasannakkumar 31w


    It's been an immense pleasure to write few words along with esteemed Ms Molly Joseph ma'am
    I thank the honourable for readily agreeing for the #Collaboration
    Thank you
    God bless

    Monsoon rains!
    ..... ....
    I wake up
    to the trumpets
    of Monsoon rains!
    how you fall fierce
    making nature shudder,
    Gusts of winds precede
    trees swirl and whirl
    thy wild fury
    uprooting trees
    building puddles,
    cleaving furrows on earth,
    dumbstruck, I stand
    listening to your thud
    You, the change maker
    removing the old
    cleaning up
    washing off
    the waste and filth
    that lie stagnant,
    The murky waters
    that is flowing down
    as streams layered with
    carbon soot,
    thy knocking
    on the doors of humanity
    is in turn as a forerunner
    of action,
    the filth created by
    the mundane
    men, voracious was
    their nature
    to suck the juice of Nature,
    The trumpets
    of yours
    I take as an alarming
    pitching to cleanse
    the dirt
    encrusted within
    the mind of sentient beings,
    Yes, its yet
    another morning
    with thundering
    Well, otherwise
    The rain - you showers
    are always mellifluous
    to my ears,
    Like morning prayers

    ©Molly Joseph
    © Prasanna Kkumar
    16/06/2021- 10:21 am

    Image credit : © Molly Joseph

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  • prasannakkumar 32w


    The river is flowing
    with a tinkling
    blanket of trilling
    woods are dancing
    springing and popping,
    birds singing
    the songs of jingling
    and jiving under
    the roof of Rainbow,
    I am sitting
    on the banks of the river
    birds picking
    the feed, I offer,
    the joy of feeding,
    Thoughts say
    what a gorgeous moment,
    bird took to singing
    after finishing the meal,
    started a folk song
    flown towards the nest.
    suddenly loneliness
    veiled my heart,
    and the very moment
    a bird came flying
    sat near asking food
    it peeped
    into my face.
    Mesmerizing is the Nature
    just show Love
    be compassionate
    towards all,
    detach from mundane
    you are here to deliver
    Go ahead
    moving further
    Leaving attachments
    of whatsoever.

    ©Prasanna Kkumar
    Imagesource :google

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  • prasannakkumar 36w


    Title: Riding on Canoe of life

    When those I trusted cheated me
    When those I had faith in betrayed me
    I felt hurt and withdrawn
    I see myself lying down on the lawn
    bowing to a divinity, I looked forward to a new dawn

    Attachment and detached all go side by side
    Swaying and sliding I move along the tide
    Riding high stepped further with a thumping stride
    Slashing the surreal surge of emotional pride

    Sometimes few inches above the waterline buzzing like a bee
    Sometimes few inches along with rippling waves of Ocean
    Sometimes diving deep below searching for shells in the sea
    Sometimes diving deep below to catch the eels and jellyfish with devotion.

    Life is neither a bowl of cherries nor a bed of roses,
    Life is not even a passage that leads to lending a message
    It is a ride in a canoe hit by swaying waves, strong current flows - in
    It's a ride in a ship of destiny unperturbed by the vortex of a hurricane - within,

    I endeavour to hear the whispering winds
    I scramble to rumble in the whizzing sounds
    Soon the music turns melodious as a duet of birds - sing
    Soon I started singing life with reassuring zing.

    ©Ritu Kamra Kumar
    ©Prasanna Kkumar

    Image source : google

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  • myasir99 39w

    A Little Collaboration From Twitter

    Follow your heart
    your dreams come true automatically
    Without any doubt
    The light show's you the way that takes you come out of the dark

  • lifeafterocean 40w

    Here we go(gn)

    This is a multisensory experience
    Visual & sound effects
    Acting folk
    We're acting here
    This is not social time
    Lets get to work
    Sets need to be built
    Builders.. Ignite
    The fires are burning
    The forests all down
    One by one
    The trees are losing the fight
    To this carbon based world

    g to o replace by n. (Gn) +1 sound (consonant)(ai2studyspeech patterns

    Everything already exists
    We just have to make it
    Destroyers of worlds
    Beloved Earth
    May the moon and the sun keep you company
    May your waters grow
    And your land restore
    Not too poetical
    Let's keep this abstract-us
    Who are we?
    That's because ok sure we are one
    But one is infinite
    It is never anything but one
    Unless of course
    You add or subtract
    Easy enough
    Lesson for all
    Lessons for one

    Death scene 1
    Numbers behind
    Let's talk about love
    Or some kind of like
    In likeness of course
    But more so in mass
    I need your matter
    It makes me feel whole
    Like one but bigger
    Three circles
    That's the mode
    Perfect? Let's measure

    To keep it empirical, data let's find.
    What we set out to reach
    Lovely surprise


    Thats death to us baby
    Even galaxies have to die
    Whats death to us baby
    We are the givers of life
    What is dead to us
    Let it just die
    The difference between
    The dead and the dying
    Are we pretending to live babe
    Or are we living to die
    Even galaxies lie
    Not to exaggerate the theme
    But really
    Who even lives
    On lies
    De mente
    El niño se volvio loco
    Negative statements to belittle your potential
    Your truth has power
    Beware of liars
    Thieves, drunks, and whores
    Celestial in the flesh
    Beings of light
    Even we too must die
    We shed our wings and come to Earth
    Here to grow wings again
    Spiritual wings
    Spread and rise
    As a phoenix divine
    As the wise once said
    Beware of the mind
    With the heart in the right
    There's no harm in your way
    So you choose your goals
    Defeat your obstacles
    As if battle was the easiest way
    To accomplish love
    It's not so much about power
    Or disrupt
    It's a different mentality
    A conscious not old enough
    To act blemish and blind
    No sin in their eye
    The judge and redeemer
    All in the business of taking your life
    Go as if willing
    Live as the world will have you
    Would it allow you to grow?
    To reap the fruit thus sought
    In the eyes of a dreamer I'm but futile at best
    Just like the rest
    I'm hollow

  • myasir99 51w

    TikTok Tok

    Clocks turn bridges burn hell down devil runs midnight hangouts gun down screams loud's truth hide's in the dark somewhere around lie's shine until the sun rise.