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  • _gk_07 1w

    Zikr Tera || Satinder Sartaaj #song

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    (~it's one of my fav song)
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    The exotic divergent range of colours,
    from flamboyant petals of flowers
    to chimerical hues of sky,
    creates a miraculous heaven on earth,
    and without colours it would've been
    a bottomless chasm without any meaning.


    It's the tale when I chose the colour of love among all the colours,
    and I met you in it's tincture,
    where our eyes met to each other
    with velvety touch, soothing our souls
    of home fires burning up for longings,
    that adorable moment of milli-seconds,
    seems more sweeter than crystals of sugar to me.


    Whenever I mention you in my poems,
    sweet heavy scents in autumnal winds whispers a lullaby,
    eliciting our promises in the evening glow.


    I search for alphabets to express what I feel in words,
    the feelings which I can't process,
    'cause I can't distinguish between you and my poems,
    You exist in my beats of heart and
    my heart warbles the rhymes with strings of heart,
    to beat for you.

    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 1w

    #friendship

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    Sun illuminated the moon with it's light,
    Never humiliated with it's robust might.
    (Sun) honoured the moon,
    Selfsame repute and cachet,
    Altruistic deed done so unsophisticatedly being so coherent.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 5w

    #coloursofdec #nightsky
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    Tints of December

    Time froze when I met December
    under the ripened waxy white berries
    of bushy green folioled mistletoe,
    embellished with golden glistened
    fairy lights and poinsettias adoring
    the silver sparkling moon with it's glow.


    We grabbed a venti cinnamon latte
    with candy corned orange gingerbread
    memories under the Van Gogh's starry night sky,
    breaking the silence of white tainted winter which was hibernating beneath
    the blanket of ice.


    Relishing rides on scarlet sleighs we
    warbled the poems with confetti and
    champagne till the dawn,
    when sunrays fallen upon the glassy
    blueish snowflakes ❄
    compelling us being homesick for summer,
    In the arms of December.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 6w

    #wod #collomlune @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Swirling raiment leaves
    sings lullaby in autumnal winds
    caressing poet's melancholia.


    Butterfly flutters within
    vicinity of flowers steering sanguinity
    with scintillating sunshine.


    Ubiquitous scented violet
    skies with stringing stars warbles
    a woebegone poem.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 8w

    // Orchard of illusions bleed love
    and heartbreaks together into one
    colossal chaos.//


    Opalescent love whispers the beauty
    of heartbreaks, sending solaced
    postcards to tormented stratum, of amalgamated vehemence and tangible thoughts freezing my forebrain.

    I'm alone but not lonely,
    a vagabond rhyming with verses,
    'cause watching that 70's show
    escapes me from outside world.

    Solitude comforts me better than
    loneliness, mucilaginous thoughts
    holds my hand with depression
    as a gift, when paints dry and rain
    cries, I apologize to drowning dahlias in
    my ocean eyes.

    I weep in a sunlit room
    where visitors are not allowed,
    when prosaic poems burns,
    my agonizing love turns into ashes,
    remnants of memories left unburnt,
    scratches out words from dead dictionary,
    with monochrome paintbrush of hope.
    ~gk

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    Every inch of me dance against a treacherous canvas with plastered smiles,
    When I realized those weak words you whispered were nothing but true lies.
    ~gk
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  • _gk_07 12w

    Smile like those daffodils
    burnt but alive tied in a
    pretty mauve string,
    suspire and transpire to bloom,
    but won't flower the way they did
    in last melodious spring.

    When sunflowers fall off my eyes,
    contours of teardrops draws in
    the unheard stories that I hide,
    starin' at these photographic petals
    felt like we're ocean apart,
    two poles on one revolving orb,
    and never meant to meet or live
    in euphoric home.
    ©_gk_07


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    I have been growing hope in your backyard, where you never visited or roamed, and left my love unturned.

    ~gk

  • _gk_07 14w

    The tinge of sunrise is left,
    Lighting every corner from east to west,
    The rays of hope blossoming every soul,
    Re-energizing for the life's haul,
    The chirping of birds to the golden-yellow glares striking the Delphine,
    The air is harmonized with love and pristine,
    Neglecting the yesterday's heartaches,
    Beginning the day with sublime ink
    on this absorbent glossy page,
    Unwinding the tangle of notions
    in your mind, With a note of kind,
    To evoke a charismatic bloom after
    a dreadful wilt,
    Consequence of,
    A try after a try.
    ©_gk_07

    A poem from last pages of my notebook...


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    Glimmering sunshine caresses my verses, when it yearns to rhyme.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 16w

    Sometimes,
    You hide the secret cries with stars,
    That you can't reveal.
    You want to share those void emotions,
    That you can't express.
    You want to unfold the knots,
    That pulls you down in darkness.
    You want to smile with sunshine,
    That may bloom your hope.
    And,
    This "sometimes" is hard to elapse,
    Tick - tock of clock freezes,
    Length of darkest hour increases,
    Voice turns to whisper,
    Whisper to muteness,
    Turning heart to stone,
    Dying slowly and so cold.
    ©_gk_07


    #wod #end @miraquill @writersnetwork


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    I'm thankful for every beautiful soul for your kind read and wonderful feedbacks.

    Thank you @miraquill for considering my post as POD(1). I wrote it as simple as I could and it turned out good.
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    Sometimes it's even hard to smell the hope in heart-wrenching cold.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 17w

    Encased in a congruent cover box,
    Their identities sublimed to one
    soul's dimension,
    And Materialized themselves into
    a unique entity, for being colourful
    and vibrant in texture.

    With one accord,
    Wherever they fill themselves,
    Creates wonderstrucked illustrations
    and outlines,
    Divulged into a juvenile piece of art,
    Stealing one's heart.


    With time,
    As the days and nights fallout,
    the bright and vivacious crayon sticks
    melted and deformed,
    Turned into those filthy and shredded
    pastels,
    Scattered somewhere,
    preposterous to be found.

    But to give esse a succour,
    A new carton of crayons arrived,
    like a knight amidst the midnight,
    To hold on their snivel and sob,
    of being torn and old.
    ©_gk_07



    #personification of crayons

    Alike the crayons, the humans being unique in every perspective, when put forth in a team work , evince an exclusive assemblage of personalities.

    A solo person might take centuries to modify but a team would take years to replenish it. Just a saying :-"....one and one makes two...".

    Evolving solitary might metamorphose you, to a new being , but evolving with a group would transfigure into a pristine society, new thoughts, and many more.
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    You are a tangled piece of art, colorful ubiquitous , only a few can understand the blaze , that it's your heart.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 18w

    #monostich #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    I died with thousands cut when you said goodbye,
    I lost myself to find you in memories and Polaroids,
    I am just left with my desolated heart,
    And contours of pain as your art.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 19w

    A spheroid water drop can save the life of athrist man,
    An enticing smile can bring light to a wretched soul,
    A blessing can sprout a seed in contours of a hard rock,
    You can create miracles to others,
    No matter to whom, when, how far,
    But this propensity lies in you, inside your heart,
    'Coz its a natural art.
    ©_gk_07



    If any catalyst would be used to accelerate the best outcomes , it could only be possible by God's grace and blessings from the amazing souls. And you all being part of this odyssey, could do it.

    (Bless me today! ����)
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    You can create miracles to others,
    No matter to whom, when, how far,
    But this propensity lies in you, inside your heart,
    'Coz its a natural art.

    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 25w

    Two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
    If I could, then I would choose that road,
    Leading itself to a world,
    Where all malediction breaks its chains,
    Where racism walls of hatred falls,
    Where narrow-mindedness extricate the veil,
    Where tyranny speaks its pains.


    Two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
    If I could, then I would choose that road,
    Leading itself to an azure sphere,
    Where lives matters the most,
    Where clemency wipes away the tears,
    Where love comes from gratis,
    Where happiness sings a melodious saga.


    Two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
    If I could, then I would choose that road,
    Leading itself to a globe,
    Where society renounce the criticism out of their doors,
    Where no empty stomach whispers a lullaby,
    Where humanity is just not upto the chapters,
    Where rainbow radiate the equality,
    Where every soul can truly live under the same blue sky,
    That was a blue sky,
    And, will remain a blue sky for everyone,
    Irrespective to possessions they own.
    ©_gk_07


    Words in bg:
    "Two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
    If I could, then I would choose that road of life for more few seconds,
    Prior heading towards the death's door,
    To see if humanity is letting the humans to be the humans to save the humanity."
    ©_gk_07


    #wod #wood @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #nothingc


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    Two roads diverged in the yellow woods,
    If I could, then I would choose that road of life for more few seconds,
    Prior heading towards the death's door,
    To see if humanity is letting the humans to be the humans to save the humanity.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 26w

    Not all poems are written to read,
    Some are written to quaff the tears
    with mellow rhymes,
    Bringing the frozen smiles
    with contours of flamboyant snowflakes.❄

    Not all poems are written to read,
    Some are written to brew
    the hot vapours of consoling emotions
    with a chalice of adjectives.

    Not all poems are written to read,
    Some are written to cease
    the flickering illusional past in eyes,
    To brush the dust from eyes,
    And agony from hearts,
    Which trip over timeless alliterations
    And the cold hearted vowels,
    To fabricate silhouettes of annihilated heart,
    That anathematize, unable to find
    a needle to sew the tangled threads of his heart.
    ©_gk_07


    #wod #start @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Not all poems are written to read,
    A few remain buried in our hearts,
    Which sublimes till our graveyard.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 30w

    "This lake reminds me of Veronica, her blue ocean eyes and sparkle in them whenever she would sit by this lake. I feel her here more than anywhere else with archaic canister of prudence suffusing unique aroma in the air. Her eyes sparkle in search of rufescent skies. Her melodious voice muses woebegone poetries to zephyr of tranquil moonlight. She paints hallucinations of her love on the canvas of her heart with lilacs to smile.
    She squawk overnight to puss in her sorrows with yawns in times of yores. Her cicatrices made her prudent in xeric conditions of her mind. She's the library of seasons making home for my heart and souls unison . Her words zenith into blooming rainbows . She hides love beneath her veil. Her spellbinding spiritful presence allures me everyday. "
    ©_gk_07


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    She blends phantasm and fidelity in the lake of her canvas with orenda bewitching the hearts.
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  • _gk_07 31w

    " I borrowed a handful of blue sky from my last lover and painted it on my canvas with azure metaphors, by spell-binding brushstrokes. I moulded my hyperboles to float along the cumulus clouds ☁ over the timeless alliterations, with condensed water of similes as rain drops, ready to touch the surface of earth serenely.
    Through the infinite dimensions of the sky, I released my tangled thoughts to set their wings free to pass by the aura of silver lining of clouds, with evaporating doubts. Before I could conclude my instance of life, my last lover asked me to return the blue sky ,to whom it belonged , which I wished was mine but it couldn't be mine, 'cause my solacing emotions could not acquaint with his clouds."
    ©_gk_07


    #prose #belongc @miraquill @writersnetwork
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  • _gk_07 45w

    Before my thought process ceases,
    I want to know if it's curse or malediction,
    That led me to suffer this,
    A pain that I can't even remember in the next second.

    Vanishing of this acetylcholine amazes me,
    If you can rob all my will,
    That I need to be alive,
    A transient phase that take me to the grave,
    Even if I don't embrace it.

    It's not less than dying every second,
    When you forget every second, prior to it,
    And even forgetting that I am dying in a while.

    It's hurting when I forget all those happy times,
    The caregivers and the love of my life,
    Scares me up all the time,
    The vacant space left for the missing memories of the past,
    Just like the scattered pieces of puzzle all around.

    Before I forget myself by the demise,
    I want to ink in words that I forget in every while.
    ©_gk_07



    16.03.2021


    #wod #rhymec #mirakee #writersbay #writersnetwork #clothing #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

    (~ Here, I tried to ink up the notions of person suffering from Alzheimer....)


    ALZHEIMER'S DISEASE = A progressive disease that destroys memory and other important mental functions.
    Brain cell connections and the cells themselves degenerate and die, eventually destroying memory and other important mental functions.


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  • _gk_07 46w

    She wasn't looking for a knight,
    She was looking for a sword.


    HAPPY INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S DAY

    08.03.2021



    #free #wod #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #woman #freedom #empower #life
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  • _gk_07 47w

    #wod #contemporary
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    Live a life with pleasure,
    With all those luxury and treasure.

    Perceive the brand of life,
    Contemplate the mind for design.

    Firstly, for the lips speak the truth,
    That will exempt you from ruth.

    Secondly, for the voice recite a prayer,
    In future that will make you extraordinaire.

    Thirdly, for the eyes express sympathy,
    That will rejuvenate power of empathy.

    Fourthly, for the hands dispense the charity,
    Use that to help the poor by ambidexterity.

    Fifthly , for the heart express some love,
    That will fabricate feelings all of the above.

    Sixthly, for the face bestow a smile,
    That will construct the infrastructure of versatile.

    Truth, Prayer, Sympathy, Charity, Love and Smile,
    Use these brands in your life,
    And establish the foundation of soul,
    And get ready to rock and roll in life.
    ©_gk_07
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    (~ poem : "The Brands Of Life" by ©_gk_07)


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    Truth, Prayer, Sympathy, Charity, Love and Smile,
    Use these brands in your life,
    And establish the foundation of soul,
    And get ready to rock and roll in life.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 50w

    To some it's magnificent,
    To some it's tawdry.

    To some it's adorable,
    To some it's abhorrent.

    To some it's courage,
    To some it's cowardice.

    To some it's cachet,
    To some it's disgrace.

    To some it's renowned,
    To some it's obscure.

    To some it's lavish,
    To some it's meagre.

    To some it's intact,
    To some it's zilch.

    To some it's entirety of vehemence,
    To some it's just squandered words.

    To some it's the unabridged talking point,
    To some it's just the matter of perception.
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    The gist of the perception is the varying believes of a person which is contrasting from individual to individual. So, surmising about one's intellect is not in your hands.
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    @_gk_07


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    To some it's entirety of vehemence,
    To some it's just squandered words.

    To some it's the unabridged talking point,
    To some it's just the matter of perception.
    ©_gk_07

  • _gk_07 52w

    If I don't respond to any violence ,It doesn't indicate I'm weak, it signifies my power to tolerate it.
    ©_gk_07