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  • _mathematics 18w

    Heavy rain pouring outside the apartment, which I noticed later after a few minutes gap. Have you experienced the same, I hope you had?

    Many say they hate rainy days, like why? doesn't that seems rubbish just cause it gets roads crammed and blocked then same do the guilt or wound or injuries giving a lot of suffering and discomfort.

    It's a tragic time for all of you ( including me), remember you are the richest within your orbit. Your galaxy is your mind, not the right part or left rather the whole little brain embedded from birth to assist and assemble the tragic and roar, together forming numerals of significant meanings in every room of emotions one dealing with at a time.

    // roar, an upthrust
    burdened with
    assumptions
    of the audience
    hunting for the
    roses without thorns//

    Not a lullaby, I am trying to descant neither a love letter but something to deal with before it gets too late.
    suicidal thoughts stabbing up the subtle heart along with
    endless sleepless nights stalking the pumping heart and narrating the conclusive qualms of past nights

    "And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive?"

    #tragicc #woundsc #roarc #newwayc #lineinspc

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    बावरा मन

    यह ठंडी पवन
    लहरें मध्दम
    उलझती शाम
    ठहरे क़दम
    एक तरफा मोहब्बत
    या बिकता वहम।
    ©_mathematics

  • bubbly_bluebells 20w

    #lineinspc

    "And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive"

    Thinking deep about this word love
    The worldly paradigm is so shabby
    To give you place i have to kill mine
    To give me space i have to kill you

    Whether it acceptance or rejection!
    Trend is filling pockets of use-need
    While dumping rest,
    when it can't be priced!
    For stupid,fixed,limited facts
    of mind and settling eyes

    Just a dependency never a freedom!
    Irony we agreed to cage us in cobwebs
    As the only truth to cut off own and
    Front one's wings willingly and happily!

    "It is inhumane to be totally good as inhumane it is to be totally evil"

    Though few are enlightened enough
    Fought alone and shattered these uneducated
    but damn educated walls of lies
    To take over the real power MERAKI
    Power of creation i.e. alchemists;
    recreated themselves through ikigai
    tuning into their true form cause
    Love is recognisation & realization of self
    Accepting whole and thrive as it is to exist!
    Next evolution happens as stygian fire��

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    ©bubbly_bluebells

  • miss_silentlyweird 20w

    Set A— I felt a funeral,in my brain
    Wild nights—Wild nights
    Set B— Life & Blaze


    #combination #paradox
    #meeting #wod #miracle
    #sufferc #lineinspc #myheartc
    @miraquill @writersbay

    ( Just catching up to all the challenges I missed hehe..)
    Cheers for another additional age. HBD self��
    ~Goodnight/ Goodmorning~

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    My heart

    I remember how uncanny my first encounter with pain
    It gives life to numbness and kills my ability to be sane
    I felt a funeral, in my brain while my heart slowly suffer
    Thoughts dress in black courting me like an admirer


    The garden within my soul begins to wither
    Happiness poke by thorns of roses that becomes bigger
    The fantasy I once see gradually becomes a thriller
    I wanted to flee yet I'm a fish already hook by spinner


    Memories run in wild night— wild nights!
    Torturing me with a blaze to block my sight
    I can't go back for who I am for the unfamiliar me deprive
    And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive

    —©miss_silentlyweird

  • writers_ink_ 20w

    Your memories revolving around all of my senses makes me feel possessed
    And I realize how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive.
    ©writers_ink_

  • wilmaneels1 20w

    The memories are subtle
    They don't roar
    They come at you unexpected at times

    It's toying with you
    Stringing you along
    But you don't seem to suffer from these pop ups

    It's part of life
    Just like taking it one step at a time
    And how odd is it to be haunted by someone who's still alive
    The impact is felt
    But it doesn't change where you're going
    That has to mean something
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©10072021

  • bohemian_ballerina 20w

    Silent Whirlpool

    A living corpse I had become
    Spending all my still time staring,
    Staring at the grounded sky, which came to my rescue.
    While I cried happily venting my failed love,
    The colourful moon tried to cheer me up.
    Once I said to the stars near me:
    'And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive,
    Just like a silent whirlpool
    Piercing my heart like a sweet poison.'
    The stars happily said:
    'While the pain of love lasts a lifetime,
    Enjoy the painful pleasure as part of your life
    And cheer up!'

    And then,
    Gradually I soon became a bunch of soft cactus.

    ©bohemian_ballerina

  • pallavi4 20w

    Haunted

    Trapped in the web of your memories I live
    Still captured in a golden cage
    A decade has simply flashed by while
    Simmering my burning rage

    No matter how much I try and shrug it off
    I still dream of you in technicolour every night
    You’re stuck to me like the scent of jasmines
    Like a bee to a rose in daylight

    Like a creeper you still cling to my thoughts
    Haunted I am by someone who’s still alive
    Handcuffed I spend my days wondering
    Is it pleasure that from this I’m meant to derive?

    Viciously with talons you grip my mind
    Infused with your perfume is every trail
    I try and laugh it off as a musing alone
    Refusing to acknowledge that I’m weak and frail

    I have like the arid land become soft and pliant
    After a heavy rainfall for quite some time
    I seem to have fallen down an imaginary rabbit hole
    With the squalid notion that one day you’ll be mine

    Never to be realised as the truth we live now
    With separate lives and separate goals
    Yet ingrained remains the beauty of the mirror
    That before falling and shattering was once whole

    @pallavi4

    10th of July, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #lineinspc #haunted #love_gone_sour #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • sproutedseeds 20w

    Childhood trauma is still fresh though
    her skin has wrinkled with age.

    She becomes young at heart
    when her brother calls her
    and talks about the golden days
    of childhood.

    Suddenly she looses her temper,
    when she heard the strings played
    on violin which reminded her of
    her mother, a violinist.

    She becomes violent and recalls
    the day she lost her mother in
    car accident and wholly her
    father was responsible for he was
    drunk while driving.

    She likes to hear music but not
    the sound of the violin string.
    Vague behaviour!!
    What a paradox in her taste for music!!

    This paradoxical behaviour is due to her father's presence which disturbs her,
    the criminal ghost surviving with drinks.
    HOW ODD IT IS TO BE HAUNTED BY A PERSON WHO IS ALIVE ?



    #wod#paradox#miraquill
    #writersnetwork
    #lineinspc#writersbay

    @writersnetwork@writersbay@miraquill


    @writersnetwork thank you for the like♥️
    @miraquill thank you for the editor's choice ❤️

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    PARADOX

    Childhood trauma is still fresh though
    her skin has wrinkled with age.

    She likes to hear music but not
    the sound of the violin string.
    Vague behaviour!!
    What a paradox
    in her taste for music!!

    This paradoxical behaviour
    is due to her father's presence
    which disturbs her,
    the criminal ghost
    surviving with drinks.
    HOW ODD IT IS
    TO BE HAUNTED
    BY A PERSON WHO IS ALIVE
    ©sproutedseeds
    10.07.21

  • magical_poems 20w

    A house stood facing the open sea
    On a cliff top,
    Abandoned and vacated it seems
    I saw it from a shop

    Entered today in company of
    Angst and trepidation
    Remembering the dull shadow of a castaway
    Always seen and vanished in an moment's hesitation

    Thoughts encircled me
    Both bizarre and strange
    Revolving around and about my mind
    Making me berserk, estrange

    "And how odd it is to be haunted
    By someone who's still alive "
    For I heard voices above
    And this thought arrived

    The castaway loved provocation
    And also cared for
    Everyone here with pure devotion

    Loves to soar up i
    High like a bird
    But always to face foot down
    Of what I heard

    I ran at top speed
    For they knew nothing
    Of their uninvited guest
    Hence, it was to say something....
    ©magical_poems

    P. S. I don't know if it made sense for I have never made a paradox poetry before and I am afraid it didn't came out as it should be.... If any mistakes or if the poem seems wrong do tell.....

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay
    #lineinspc #paradox #wod #pod

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    And how odd it is to be haunted
    By someone who's still alive "......
    ©magical_poems

  • kosachaya 20w

    LIFE’S CLANDESTINE THEORIES

    And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive.
    Chasing every moment to die.

    With every retrospective dilemma of turmoil.
    Bewitching the peace of mind.

    Incumbent the atrocities of mankind.
    Delivering unheard past to imprint from behind.

    Leaving the silhouettes of all kind.
    Though shadows where tangled of few.

    Giving an omnipresent paradoxical vision.
    Letting the confined contradiction to blew.


    Beleaguered the emotions to hymn in open.
    A clandestine greeting behind closed door.

    An unsaid verses of life.
    Said the dead stories of memories.

    ©️kosachaya
    -S Gayathri Vijayaragavan
    …………………

    Thanks @miraquill for editors choice ❤️


    #paradox #cees_greet_chall #lineinspc #ko_sa_cha_ya_ec

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  • sagamar 20w

    How odd it is to be haunted by someone still alive!
    I cannot turn back time, to when I wished my hands were unstained,
    We both were at fault, no doubt, and we have both hurt enough. And yet you keep coming back.
    I remember the feeling of your crushing heart under my fingers and my skin crawls.
    Though I don't know how much of a heart you did have, to have done what you did.
    We were both never suited for each other, never enough.
    And now you hang around like a wraith outside target and McDonalds when it's time for me to get off work and linger in the alleyways and I see the tip of a crumpled letter from two years ago in your coat pocket, soiled beyond recognition. But I am not the one who wrote it. She was naive and stupid. As the bruises on my body will testify. And I am not her. How odd it is to be haunted by someone still alive? How much odder, when I am the one that is dead, yet you won't let me go. It seems like We were both always stuck in places we didn't want to be in, albiet together.
    ©sagamar

  • hiddenwords_of_heart 20w

    HAUNT

    We wish to stay together with the person we love. But it's odd to be together by being haunted by same person who's still alive.

    ©hiddenwords_of_heart

  • ramya04 20w

    It is as inhuman to be totally good
    as it is to be totally evil
    so as to live around the nation
    with lime picked heart.
    ©ramya04

  • jumbledthoughts 20w

    It’s all subjective

    People are not the sum of their greatest achievements…or their worst mistakes. Maybe someone can do the cruelest thing imaginable…and somehow…still be a good person underneath… and vice versa.

  • shruti_25904 20w

    Does it make sense ������������
    #lineinspc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwark @writersbay

    Ahh!!!
    How odd it is to be haunted by someone who is still alive.

    He was once a charming prince
    In my not so good world
    Until one day, when I found
    That he was a drunkard and a betrayer by nature.

    He left his good family quite some years back
    Coz he was attracted by money, not people
    I left him that day, alone he was
    As I can't spend my life with a drunkard.

    So many years went by
    He is erased from my mind and heart
    Today I am happy with my new prince
    Who cares and loves me by heart, not money.

    Haunted nights are coming by
    Still he haunts me by screaming
    I deserved just one chance, lady
    But you were just so rude enough to ruin my entire life.

    I wish u would never be happy
    Wherever u go, u would spoil everything
    No one would be there for u
    U would die alone with no hands blessing u.

    Those dazzling stars seem too haunted
    Which are reddening as time goes by
    I am just counting my days
    May his wish never come true...

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    To my past, I was a witch who should have given a chance to leave his drunkenness.
    To my present, I was an angel who loved the way they exist... And who is a very pure soul who lives for others first.(See caption...)

    ©shruti_25904

  • bonitasarahbabu 20w

    There was a man I once saw at the traffic light,
    Due to the lack of food, he could barely move.
    I could not stop to offer money or food,
    Because I had to move.
    Our eyes locked for a moment,
    And then he was just a dot in the rearview mirror.
    It has been weeks since I last saw him,
    But both the heart and the mind remember.
    It hurts the empath in me and I wonder,
    Wonder if he is alright.
    And how odd is to to be haunted by someone who's still alive,
    This confuses me.
    Maybe I will see him again,
    And this time I can provide basic care.
    ©bonitasarahbabu
    07/09/2021

  • writersbay 20w

    Read the below lines, and write something using it or revolving around it.

    Choose either one.

    ' And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive.'

    or

    'It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.'

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    Source of these lines: Pinterest

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    ' And how odd it is to be haunted by someone who's still alive.'

    or

    'It is as inhuman to be totally good as it is to be totally evil.'