#nefelibata

16 posts
  • taekook_maknae 28w

    I keep growing unblooming flower
    In my dream which couldn't be true
    And twitched into the chambers of heart
    It Ensanguined ! Pangs ! Throbs !
    I wear off it in my wardrobe
    Covered in purple palls
    It Withered ! stinks ! Wafted !
    Reminiscences framed aside
    Keeping blues detached
    Still craves to linger in fake dreams
    Walking through those fake clouds
    Yeah! I'm NEFELIBATA!


    @writersnetwork #NEFELIBATA #wardrobe #wod #lame

    *writers block��

    Have you read #nefelibata_youngforever pt 1 & 2?
    If no ,please read it ,it's the bestest post i have read here ��

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    ©taekook_maknae

  • nefelibata_dreamer 62w

    LOVE

    Love begins with a smile,
    Grows with a kiss,
    And ends with a tear.
    ©nefelibata_dreamer

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 71w

    #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    #nefelibata #ak_specialz

    /ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED /

    Posted on 18 July 2020 11.30 am

    #smk_collab_ch @say_me_krish

    Thank you for this Amazing Challenge.
    We are team "Young Forever "
    We tried to portray glimpse of the life of five girls here. They represent our own life, interests, and struggles along with our Imagination. Our name in this is the core of our soul. We are different and unique yet we are the same by heart. Our humble message through this work is to encourage you to find your true self and pursue your passion against all odds. We hope you enjoy this and have a great time.

    Click here for part I #nefelibata_youngforever
    By @thesunshineloves and @arya_abhipsa
    This is part II
    The order of participants :
    @fairytales_
    @the97_introvert
    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Nefelibata - Portuguese - Cloudwalker Daydreamer Unique Word Definition. A unique one word definition text design - Nefelibata - A creative person who lives in the clouds of her own imagination or dreams. An eccentric, unorthodox person who doesn't abide by the rules of society, literature or art.

    NEFELIBATA : TALES OF PASSION - II

    | The Artist |

    On the frigid autumn breeze near a silent river
    There's a bystander of nature leaning her back
    on the wooden log, evolution is what she
    explores in her mystic canvas.
    The way her hand grip a brush of different shades resembles the affection, desire, hope, goodness
    of the soul who can forfeit the absurd assumption
    of the society. She demands freedom for a change.
    She is against the specified ritual and refused to
    follow the restrictions made by conservative tradition.

    // To her eyes are the camera and
    imagination is the scenario. //

    She gazes intensely behind the rivers.
    Love embarks within her after seeing the
    wonders of nature. There are trees whose
    leaves were falling deceiving its own part.
    Changing the hues green to yellow, orange
    to red rendering the surface making
    it more pleasant. She was enlightened
    by the celibacy of nature instantly.

    Stretching her both the hands she picks up the
    backpack which was lying beside the rigid log
    revealing white clean sailcloth, numerous
    sizes of brushes, several acrylics jar.
    The moment arrow of the scrub touches
    the white canvas she closed her eyes feeling
    of dignity enacts her soul.

    She transforms herself into the colour of
    rainbows allotting all her feelings and
    emotions to the canvas. Her hands
    devote magic straight from the heart.
    She fastens her eyes to see views through
    her intuition bypassing the reality
    surrendered in the name of verdant woodland.

    Her hand moves in sync order smudging
    the colours on point.
    She portrait women whose arms are
    free witnessing her dreams through her mind
    who lives in the cloud of her imagination
    rather than being the victim of the trapped
    sophisticated culture.

    She craves for the serenity,
    she is yearning selfhood.
    She allots hope to the
    thousand unseen visions,
    she seeks metamorphosis.

    ALTHEA
    She's the art of silhouette
    ©fairytales_




    | The Wanderer |

    Her chained hands caught some
    wrinkled maps floating as the wind
    gushed in through the broken window.
    Rendered walls nailed few pictures,
    the treasure of a rogue gallivanter
    entrapped in a rusty cage.

    Tears watermarked her photographs and
    the shutter sound of her camera wiped them.
    Dreams of her elysium lay beyond the four walls
    dreams to be the zephyr whispering
    of an unknown utopia.

    //I'm the tailwind of a frenzied cruise,
    sailing across the formidable ocean
    to unmarked destinations, relishing
    the fragrance of aquamarine waters.
    Eyes fixated on the pole star,
    I put to sea cradling a promise
    of the sun to be my light.
    Tedious waves glisten in the moonlight,
    cloaking my cold nights in savage seas.

    I'm the zephyr sprouting from the musty
    smell of earth ashore, gliding deep into
    the woods to embrace the gelid foliage,
    sharing the taste of pine cones with
    the peachy crossbills on the canopy,
    chirping melodies to the rythym of solitude.

    I'm the breeze meandering along
    the pellucid river seeking solace
    in the chiseled caves hovering beyond.
    I'm the gale crafting sand dunes in the
    bleak desert awaiting the rain.
    Even when my parched lips taste
    the sweet drops of drizzle,
    an oasis afar quench my thirst.
    I'm the fog on weathering edge of a cliff,
    gazing into the diffusing infinity, emotions
    ineffable as a halo in ecstasy, yearning to
    plummet into the enticing mist forever.
    I'm the wind entangled to a heart,
    yearning to leap into an eternity entwined
    in arms of a sorcerer, the world, my home... //

    Her entrancing dream to be a wanderer, craves
    to capture the blue hour after a dusky sunset.
    Even when her wanderlust is tied
    to a stubborn wheel chair,
    she is unlocking the secrets of her escapade,
    she is unlocking her caged wings to fly away....

    ANEZKA
    ~ The intrepid voyager ~
    ©the97_introvert




    | The Masked Singer |

    " Before the world broke you, who were you ? "
    I kept staring into the eyes of my reflection.
    The long mirror before me is my partner in crime.
    For every tear I shed, it tempted me to hide behind a smile. For every fake smile I tried, it offered me beauty to mask. I'm tired of this pretence, let my tears flood this world.
    As I screamed into the oblivion, surrender to it and
    Forced my frustration on the song I'm playing,
    the highest-pitched thinnest string of my violin,
    broke into two, it send a shockwave through me.
    Letting out a strangled cry, my conscience slipped.
    But my reflection stayed there with a pasted smile.

    There was no mirror but a stage, an exuberant audience
    For whom it was another of those wildfire scandals.
    Later waking up to find myself in a pale and plain room
    I let my thoughts wander through those cracks in the wall
    The moment I left my passion,
    shadows of twilight conquered my night.
    This yearning to stretch my wings,
    persisted throughout my life.
    I could hear whispers from across the wall, gushed noises. "Why would Angel do that? She was this close to victory! " This confinement irks my mind, I can't find a clarity here.
    I closed my eyes, travelled back in time
    to the moment it began.

    In the arms of my father, feeling euphony of his lullaby.
    I found the oasis of my dream in the dry, arid desert of life. Charms of the morning-glory blessed me with the light.
    Like a dainty lotus bud awakening to the sun rise.
    I opened my eyes to the prayers of the Creator himself.
    Ears keen on the melodious voice humming in tune.
    A glimpse of my birth into this vast universe.
    Reminiscing it, melody was an augury of the future. Abandoning a pipe dream like beheading puny wildflowers. That regret haunted me like a silhouette of dead dream. Like a ghost in the shell, a musical prodigy choked in me. For long I hid it inside, contemplating on the consequences. Behind closed eyes, I could picture it in my mind.

    Natural soundscapes turn into an orchestral symphony.
    I tread the path of thorns, every beat strokes on my pain.
    Blossoms of spring rain on me, vision of my winter violin.
    Zephyr caressing becomes the flute, piping down the valley. River gushing rhythm of the chorus, rocks and pebble bass. At last I heard the conch shell blowing off
    from the distance, climax, my soul awakened
    by the spirits of nature, found my purpose.

    Into the burning fire I throw those
    trophies and honours, Let it burn
    Piles of pages inscribed the words to
    keep me away from the light .
    Let it all burn together, at its zenith
    the fire would touch the sky, break my curse and
    Free my soul from the servitude of mundane.
    From this fire my Phoenix rose
    with a heart devoid of fear.
    The music in my soul is the only path
    I would willingly walk on.

    She was a lost soul to the eyes
    easily pleased on sour beauty.
    A screeching scream of bright
    neon to the monochrome.
    She waited for no fairytale,
    A charming love to broken heart.
    Into the whirlwind she threw
    All notions and caught herself.
    A golden spring seasoned by
    the magical winter wonderland.
    The perfect rhythmic harmony
    Of life and music, a soul symphony.

    ANGEL
    ~ A Musical Prodigy : Unmasked ~
    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz


    | Endnote |

    Oh Dreamers, Nestled in the clouds of Imagination
    Oh Wanderers, Enchanted by the maze of universe
    Oh Nefelibatas, Soaring high with the wings of change

    Fear not, this universe has in store for you
    Immense potential for a lifetime of adventure
    Perfection is you, who dares to walk a path
    Paved by self, Creator's magic innate in you
    A dreamer I was hitherto, chasing the light
    Wishing upon a shooting star for eternal glow
    As long as alone, I dreamed of a fantasy land
    I followed no trail but manifestation of my vision
    A Paragon of nefelibata, a distant lone star

    We dreamers weaved together a perfect reality
    Enchanting magic traversing moonlight to sunshine
    Yesterdays we let it go, tomorrows we worry not
    Today we seize, live the moment, the extra edge we cherish
    Listening to it's beat, we let our hearts soar so high
    Feet on yon sanguine clouds, hands holding luminous stars
    Zealous Halo encircling our aura, sparkle reside in our soul
    We are ones who dare and do, go and gather, fall and rise

    //We gain what we dream ; We smile as we shine.
    We relinquish the mundane in pursuit of desires spontaneous //
    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Team - Young Forever

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    NEFELIBATA

    Oh Dreamers
    Nestled in the clouds of Imagination
    Oh Wanderers
    Enchanted by the maze of universe
    Oh Nefelibatas
    Soaring high with the wings of change
    We are ones who dare and do
    Go and gather, fall and rise
    We gain what we dream
    We smile as we shine
    We relinquish the mundane
    In pursuit of desires spontaneous
    - Team " YOUNG FOREVER "

  • vikkoo 75w

    "Away from the crowds
    Tripping on clouds
    Drinking from the dawn
    The drops of morning rain
    Sipping on the moonlight
    I make myself whole again"
    vs

  • abrokenclock 45w

    Nefelibata (n.)
    -Greek words "nephele" and "batha". The one who walks in the clouds. In literature, it is said of the writer that he does not obey the rules of literature. In the general context, it is an idealistic person, who lives away from reality.
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    Trying a new font. Hope this one is easier to read :)
    #mirakee #story #poem #english #moondust #poetry #writing #writer #paragraph #thoughts #words #nefelibata #dreams #dream #imaginary #clouds #sky #dreamer #head #lost #eyes #reality #mind #sun #birds #world #born #reborn #sea #night #day #goodmorning #mirakeenetwork #newpost #new #goodmorning #goodnight #miraquill

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    Nefelibata

    (She)
    I close my eyes and lay on my bed. My thoughts are to heavy to carry around but my head still elevates to the sky, reaching the highest point. The highest point of my imaginary world, the lowest point of the real world I once was born. Born. What a difficult word to explain when you lost yourself and don't even remember your name. Reborn. I wonder how it feels to reborn in life, to start over and over again. But reality isn't an alternative when you have a place you created in your own head, with every dreams and hopes. How wonderful is it to fly around the sky, touching the clouds, feeling the warm sunlight on your face with birds resting on your shoulders?. How wonderful is it? I keep asking myself but never got an answer, so I gave up. I gave up and moved to my imaginary house, with imaginary things and all I ever wanted. But, do I still want it? No, I don't (I do). I can't escape (I can). I lost touch with reality a long time ago. I got too comfortable with these sheets made out of clouds, with a white nightlight that reflects on the sea, with a song birds created that I can't understand, with threes hurting my hands as I grab them to get back. With my body upside down, with my thoughts moving around. It feels like I'm still far away from reality (I'm not). It feels like I'm lost, alone in my own 'beautiful' world (I'm not). So I grab the threes once again, hoping I can get back home even though I gave up a long time ago.

    ©moondust

  • yogi_writes 128w

    #imagination #nimble_wt #nefelibata
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @writerstolli


    Her fingers touched the pale buds
    turning them into blossoms
    In the world of dull and drab, they
    bloomed even in the autumns

    She's a fresh whiff of fragrance,
    marked with poise and calm
    She leaves an ineffaceable mark
    with her magical charm

    You could glimpse her from afar;
    nothing less than a fire
    Her invincible spirit decked up
    her sanguine attire

    Living in the cloud of her very
    own nimble imaginations
    Not a docile lass, but a nefelibata,
    she's unbound by conventions


    Nefelibata
    (n.) "cloud walker"; one who lives 
    in the clouds of their own imagination.

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    Living in the cloud of her very
    own nimble imaginations
    Not a docile lass, but a nefelibata,
    she's unbound by conventions
    ©yogi_writes

  • psychosammyr 130w

    Nefelibata (Portuguese) - a cloud-walker; one who lives in their own imaginary world.

    I was the Nefelibata,
    Living my dreams that I was
    Invested in.
    Then you came and
    Got a little glimpse, and became
    A part I never wanted to share.

    Then came a day when
    I was shown the reality -
    Nothing lasts for me and I'm
    Destined to a wasteland of eternity.

    Shattered and beat, I gathered
    Those pieces and started weaving;
    Now, it hurts to live both in
    My imagination, for you reign them
    And reality, for you are nowhere.
    #1619 #nefelibata #cloud #imagination #reality

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  • mareehah_saeed 156w

    Just groove

    Every heart sings a song,
    Just add the right music to it...
    And surely life will groove to it
    ©mareehah_saeed

  • maryamnefelibata 183w

    #no pen names...
    Nefelibata and maryam is my pen name..what is yours?
    ��..
    #pain #false #name what is in a NAME! #TRUTH #Nefelibata #alot
    @shakir_mazumder

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    Pen Name..

    Untold lies, unbelievable truth, I've said a lot with just a pen name, a false name,
    And a lot with just PAIN!
    -Nefelibata

  • nefelibata_syafiq 185w

    WWATHTAF

    Where light stand bright, that is when you know where your dark moment at

    The trail that you leave behind, will becomes your strength
    And the light will guide your way along your journey

    The darkness, well; it is the closest friend you could ever have, and the best strength you could ever possess

    The light, will be your best bet in time of hopelessness, so never be the one to lose hope before your journey even begin

    Balance is key, belief is perseverance to faith
    Believe that perfection is simply a misguided perception
    For there is nothing comes close of perfection, to someone
    Who choose to be themselves amidst the crowd, of coward

    Time
    Is unique to all of us, the way we decide
    Will affect our life in a way where only time will tell
    That, life is always about patience
    And not just about careful planning

    Life
    Is short, and honestly we all can't have enough of it
    Where we often wonder, wandering aimlessly what mistakes can be fix
    When what fixed isn't worth it, we left it behind;
    Then we repeat the same cycle, claiming you're changing your life

    This is part of my honesty, which I believed
    Only through writing
    My voice can get through

    I don't need to rhyme, I don't need to mime
    Enough with honesty, alone
    I could make hundreds of lonely people
    Shine.


    ©nefelibata_syafiq

  • nefelibata_syafiq 185w

    Do leave a comment and tell me what you think �� ��

    #Poet #poem #nefelibata #writer #write #featured #goodvibes #vibes #vibe #hope #life #ying #yang #prosper

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    Hope

    May the one that bring prosper be hope

    As life bringing us and down, and love nowhere to be found

    Let us hope
    For the time that will come to pass
    Take down the night, that brings out the brightest of light
    Comes out to shine

    May life prosper, may our journey be hopeful
    May our future be brighter

    May this letter, reach to every each of you
    May bliss be encounter in every turn
    May tears, brings out the best of you

    Let us hope once more.

    ©nefelibata_syafiq

  • nefelibata_syafiq 191w

    Keep on living, for a brighter future ahead ☺
    Unfinished work..
    Follow me on IG: @nefelibata_syafiq

    #writer #poet #nefelibata #dreamer #mentalissues #mentalawareness #life #featured #poem #noname

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    Untitled

    I wonder if I write, will anybody read that?
    because all they can see me out in the open
    struggling with a mysterious fight.

    Everything that I am, they took me for granted
    But when I write, they see me as their light
    Smiling through hardship, but in actual truth; it is tainted

    Scarred and broken, falling apart is who I am
    But through my pen on the paper
    I'm a vigilant who fight for a no name; like mine.

    ©nefelibata_syafiq

  • nefelibata_syafiq 192w

    Writer

    When you write; you literally take the pieces of your broken heart, and carved it into something meaningful - not necessarily beautiful
    and if that is not what "Giving it all I got" phase then, I don't even know what life is up to next.

  • nefelibata_syafiq 192w

    Move my heart closer to yours,
    and you will feel how cold my world is

  • nefelibata_syafiq 192w

    A piece of me - 0

    When the light is out,
    I cried underneath my sheet
    I thought about everything; I question about everything,
    then it made me realized
    my deepest fear
    I'm still here.

    ©nefelibata_syafiq

  • freedom06 228w

    DREAMS!!

    LET YOUR DREAMS TAKE FLIGHT☁✈

    D- DARING
    R- REALISTIC
    E- ENTHUSIASTIC
    A- ACHIEVER
    M- MOTIVATE
    S- SUCCESS


    ©freedom06