Miraquill
DOOMSDAY
We might not know each other
But, I saw you were in trouble
When you joined your hands & cried like a baby
And I was just watching you with sympathy.
Still, you had so many hopes
From me, from us, from them
With guilt, I hung my head in shame.
Your mum on the bed was refilling her life
And someone's dad was gradually closing his eyes.
Through my rectangular screen, I saw everything
Alas ! Couldn't keep them alive.
Had all of my senses, still couldn't sense
Humans & humanity are becoming past tense.
Back then gifts used to be packed
Now, flesh & bones are being plastic wrapped.
Today, we are living the lives of dalits, 'untouchables'
And if you try to spread your 'positivity', you'll be marked unlovable.
You can assume me, us & them one of your villains
Because we are the reason for your painful living.
But now we are rectifying ourselves daily
And making sure there shouldn't be any absence of air or daily bread.
I hope everything will come to an end
With new dreams & new zeal we'll begin again.
- Monsoon
©monsoonpaul
#doomsday
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monsoonpaul
26w
Read MoreOld notes :)
#doomsday #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork
@miraquill @writersnetwork
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raman_writes
28w
पागल
ग़र हश्र की परवाह करता तो मोहब्बत ना करता ।
आग से खेलने वाला हर शक़्श पागल नहीं होता ।।
©raman_writes3 0
anuradhasharma
59w
बेशक , मोहब्बत न करना ।
लेकिन , लगाव इतना जुरूर रखना ।
कि कब्र पर , नूर बरसे !
©anuradhasharma32 2 3
raman_writes
60w
इल्ज़ाम
यक़ीनन मेरे अरमानो का जो भी हश्र हुआ वो तूने किया ।
हाँ मैं तुझपर इल्ज़ाम लगाता हूँ के तुझे मुझसे मोहब्बत है ।।
©raman_writes9 0
The Universal Ending
Imagine, the universe ending;
Imagine what how it ends.
It will end, just like everything else.
You won't feel,
You won't hear,
You won't see,
You won't taste,
And you certainly won't smell.
All that is there is just.. darkness.
Once humanity is wiped out, nothing returns.
This could link to the end of the world.
Just imagine, the dark blank space;
You certainly won't know about it.
I may be wrong;
Maybe about everything.
The chances may be low,
But never zero.
©bulderme14 1
- nimisharana Hey would like to be part of anthology book if you're interested dm me on ig @__spreadurwings
poetic_hulk
75w
I wonder when this day would arrive
When only a few of us would survive,
Trapped inside an illusionary maze,
For onlookers to playfully engage,
We so unaware of our deadly fate,
Thanking them with all our faith,
Even after they demolish our habitat,
Forcing us to live in a cage as a lab rat,
Until one day when we finally go extinct,
Merely to be studied as history in succinct.
©poetic_hulk1 0
845doe
88w
We are wonderful creatures
Travelling to the end of the world for self realisations
Conquering mile after mile seeking unknown destinations
We are strange creatures
Breeding in desperation
As to say it won't be for nothing this slow desecration
We are sad creatures
Mourning ourselves when others die
Since we can't bear to see dear birds fly
We are destructive creatures
Dividing minds from one another by declaring nonsense wars
Saying if we can't fix things we'll just move to mars
We are fearful creatures
Living with walls so high and encapsulating we can no longer see nor hear
Living so blinded we'll let anyone steer
Since we've been blinded by doomsday since we were born
Making us dangerous and forlorn
We are lost creatures
Falling for words without listening to content
So we can fight about what a 2000 year old book meant
We are mindless creatures
Craving rules and community with heedless conviction
So we can divide one from another without care or distinction
And we've been told our neighbor's are hateful and vile
While we don't notice our being's filling up with bile
©845doe12 0 2
Doomsday
The statement that no one will be able to do anything for anyone on the Day of Resurrection is actually based on this world. In what way? In the sense that everyone should control themselves, no one can take the place of another. If you force someone to do a good deed, then that good deed is not his own deed.
©samina_zehra19 2 2
pathways_of_words
106w
Read More* An actual "legend" that I put in my own words.
Long ago, in a far away country lived a king. It was a Saturday morning and he wanted to play cards with someone. So, he sent a messenger to the king of the next kingdom over to ask him if he would like to come and join. He agreed.
So, he came around 6 p.m. to join in on this friendly game with his equal and ally. They played for hours. Enjoying themselves tremendously.
Now, there was a law, in both kingdoms, that at midnight all gambling must stop because of the Sabbath.
Around 10 p.m. one of the castle workers came in to remind the two that they only had a couple of hours left to play.
"Very well.", both agreed.
They continued to play. Time had gotten away from them. 11, 11:15, and it was now 11:45.
The castle worker returned in a panic.
"Your Highnesses, please! There's only a few minutes left and you must stop!"
" Shut up, boy! We'll play as long as we want! What's it to you if we play until doomsday!"
In shock, the worker left, scared of what would happen.
Around 12:30, a prince came in to join in the fun.
"Welcome! Please, come and watch or join in if you like."
The prince joined in.
12:45, now.
Nervously, the worker returns and opened the door. He jumped back in shock as he sees the room engulfed in flames. The prince was sitting there laughing hysterically as the game was still being played. You see, it was Lucifer, himself.
They actually played until doomsday.
#ceesreposts #writersnetwork #doomsdayA Game Of Fire
©robertwjeter24 3 6
parvathy_nayana
111w
Read MoreToo bad. I was also looking forward for the end.
#eclipse #solareclipse #ringoffire #doomsday #endoftheworld #worldisgonnaendSo the sun got eclipsed,
by the moon today.
Leaving the world, in hues of grey.
Creating a spectacular, ring of fire.
All to be watched, from earth -
In awe and fear.
But alas,
The hopes of many shattered.
The day has passed,
The world still stands.
©parvathy_nayana7 0
parvathy_nayana
111w
Read MoreThe world is gonna end, I heard.
On tomorrow, June the 21st.
Of this great year, 2020.
Turns out it's a solar eclipse.
Getting itself eclipsed in doomsday tales.
My mind wandered,
And I wondered,
What would you say, about these tales.
Then it hit me,
Much like that prophesied comet.
What could you even possibly say,
When you had left,
Your own,
Untold.
When I remembered, a world ended,
A week before,
Like yesterday,
I cannot help but look and think,
May the Mayans be right this once.
#ssr #sushantsinghrajput #gonetoosoon #wewillmissyou #ssrlove
#doomsday #worldisgoingtoend #june21 #2020The world is gonna end,
I heard.
On tomorrow, June the 21st.
©parvathy_nayana7 0
hibbabanday
111w
My world ended a year ago ;
People say you are living your last days of life14 0 2
ink_and_daffodils
121w
100 Seconds To Midnight
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The countdown has begun. We race towards annihilation with lightening speed. Our pitiful situation, dire indeed.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
A dark gloom is descending. The skies, fiery red, weep blood and brimstone. Our apocalypse is impending.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Our threats keep compounding while man, the omniscient, plays god with eyes that are blinded.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Our ears are filled with cotton. Mother earth is shrieking as she's plundered and raped. Her children, defenseless, are murdered in the wake.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
We're ravaged by disease and a vile, grotesque spirit that fosters unfathomable hate. Our lives are worth less than a gun. If it isn't obvious, desolation has begun.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
We're in our darkest hour. Sleep walking and tumbling, blissfully unaware of the omnious bells tolling as our doomsday clock strikes twelve.
©ink_and_daffodils7 0
Doomsday
Rubbles all around,
Mortal life is rarely found..
The sky has turned blood red.
The ground is filled with carcasses of the dead..
Through the congested lanes of the lawless city of ruins..
They move tirelessly..
Their slender hands search relentlessly.
For any signs of life..
Night and light have intermingled and painted days in a gloomy grey..
People weep..people pray..
But to no avail..
Death has shattered their fairytale..
There rises again the bloodthirsty moon..
We say to ourselves "there will be sunrise soon"..
Trucks of grim carry bodies of the dead..
" I will make it through " they once said..
Loved ones lie close to each other..
Inside their peaceful graves..
Only cessation only anguish remains.
As lands are swept by the dreadful waves..
Through the moonlit roads of once lively cities..
They move tirelessly.
Their dark slender hands search relentlessly..
For any perishable soul.
©wandering_star21 0 1
Endless Enigma
Human intelligence ends on Materialistic Desire
Surrounded by the depth of vengence
Every mind fickled with the drained dire
Tempo tuned to the untuned significance ;
Can anyone say the story of drastic change
Evolution astonished on the creative content
Songs of joy or the hymns of regorous smile
Deceivness in the every human spine ;
An untold tour of misadventures to unknown
Backlash of the predictable goals
In the middle of the brook of shallow water
Conquered the pious excellent desires ;
I've seen that evergreen meadow of wonder
A land accused with notorious incidents
Vibrant who used to be throughout the summer
Now on a rampant with abnormal accidents;
What to understand in this contemporary world
It's as usual with pre-conceived notion
Burden of some irrelevant consequences
Devastation knocking the door with devil presence;
No time to reorganize the way it was
Restructuring now not an any option
Just leave it now the way it is coming from past
It will resurge itself without our drastic wrath ...4 0
Catastrophic
Just look at the darkest shades of humanity
What we've done to satisfy our ruthless dignity
We locked ourselves down inside the walls
Like we put animal caged inside a steel fence;
It's we and who to blame for such catastrophe
Dooming days counting our breaths in every drops
Cursed the altruistic boon given by the almighty
Sequiemishly unfolded a darker side of the tragedy;
Consequence related observation of filthy minds
Dig out something which looks so thoroughly benign
Aweful happenings humming around with much noise
We are mourn on our creation which has created fuzzyness;
What more to be done to define who we really are
Either a mind of devil or where the end of the desire
Absolute destruction unfolded a chapter of existence
We never been gone through such like it's not of our relevance;
Look at now everything seems sleeping in the lap of tormation
Shouldn't we laugh why we evolved such formation
Question keep knocking the door of our future
Shall we be here or it might be the last unfolding chapter?
©kashyap_vinit93 0
Contagion
Watch contagion to understand the complexity of situation.
©majormask13 0
alqama_hasan
136w
Happy_new_year
Ek aur eent gir gyi mere maqaan ki..
Ek aur sidhee ban gyi aakhirat ki raah ki....
©alqama_hasan
Eent = brick
Sidhee = stairs22 1 1
jeitendra_sharma
146w
last man
the rise isn't unidirectional
as there are no preferable directions
we, indeed, are falling; constantly
survival outlasting morality
morality, a man-made concept
like God, meant to fall
like all old civilization
a fight to conquer leaves carcasses
fall begins with hatred
directing rage towards intellectuals
a cup of poison-hemlock
numbs the wisdom of society
a walk that shames all humanity
trembling legs, curse the rulers
a fall of giant shakes the earth's core
death is inevitable, who fear not?
Zarathustra, the lone man standing on giant rocks
talk to sun, speak about wisdom of life
an election with no candidate
a concert with no audience
a violin with no strings
pouring water but there is no glass
who'd hold the baton in this crowd?
high on consumption
who'd know the meaning of hunger
breeding animals in the backyard
responsible for the birth of psychopaths
ends have become everything
no concern, whatsoever, for others
locked down inside our homes
we have abandoned the child in winter nights
exploiting the needs of others
we call others a prostitute
soulless bodies or bodyless souls
You decide, who is right?
the last man
egoistic of certain achievement
building walls around nations
pseudo pride, open to a bribe
Rome waiting to burn again
beware of enemies, who holds the power
suffering knocking the doors
a man between wolf and unicorn
passing through the death-valley
Judge me not, with ignorance you have
embrace death we will meet on Otherside?
©jeitendra_sharma
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lifestruck_poetry
151w
Read More#pod #mirakee #mayday #darkhourpoetry #writersnetwork #mystery #doomsday #readwriteunite @writersnetwork @readwriteunite
Sorry if it is a bit too long, had to write it down all. I would really appreciate it if you read it complete. Thanks peeps. :)
P.S do comment if you like this because I am open to all critisicsm as I want to improve myself.MayDay
The earth was empty.
Everything was in ashes,
A man came stumbling,
And knelt down;
To the little green thing,
Whose shadow cast on the frail buildings,
That survived, barely.
Ash and dust, blood and gore,
Killed the earth.
One could still hear the echoes of blades, slicing through the skin.
It reverberated in the hearts,
And made them shiver and cry.
Amidst all the chaos,
The man mumbled to it,
"We did it. We killed the earth.
Everything has stopped to exist.
I am the only person roaming the dark streets
Resembling hell.
This wasn't meant to happen,
We wanted something else;
A man reaps what he sows,
We didn't sow this ,
Yet we are reaping this now."
His deepened voice, scarred face;
Reflected regret and anger.
His large brown eyes,
Seemed to depict
The violence and bloodlust,
Occurring on the battlefield.
His trembling hands resembled,
The Earthquakes, the volcanoes.
His monotonous and disembodied voice,
Was echoing through the sky,
As if consisting of screams and trembling voices of wars of ages.
In that same gravelled voice he spoke,
having faith in his belief that there would be some hope
Said
"Is there anything that could be done?
To reverse all of this?"
Suddenly an arrow pierced right through the silence
As the green thing--a plant said "NO"
The person's heart was shattered.
The ping rushed right through the sounds
Of the fires raging in the horizon.
His heart didnt want to conclude his, as well as the Earth's death,
But the mind kept reminding him that the life he was living was terminating
After all,
It was his own answerability
Of his own death.
As his soul longed to go abode,
He spoke his final words,
Accepting the actuality
There was no other path than this,
Said,
"Today was the mayday
There won't be a tommrow
The entire human race,
Once longing to exist,
On my beautiful Earth,
Were wiped out by ourselves.
The hands that once shaked each other,
Now coiled each others necks;
The mind that was utilized for the amelioration of human race,
Now was toxifying itself,
That killed others' minds,
Until not a single one of them,
Stopped to exist."
The plant stood there in complete depression.
Watching his eyes shut in regret,
He too closed his eyes,
And remembered,
"Whatever god wanted to happen, happened.
Now there is no meaning in my existence."
He lay beside the last corpse of the world,
Closed his eyes,
And felt the dry and cold wind,
Carry the man's and his ashes,
To somewhere I don't know anymore.
©lifestruck_poetry
And happy valentine's day