373 posts
  • ersheeen 1d

    Life is a unpredictable path which is often walked by all the individuals of the world, and you too will have to walk on it.
    It might be a rocky mountain or a plain-smooth surface you'll have to walk on it Zen!
    Maybe you won't find roof but, in sure you'll find vast azure over your head.
    Just look around yourself you'll find someone whom you never dreamt of. Through the walks of life you'll look up, feel down, and the shiny strokes of sunny day will hard you up again.
    A time will come when you'll see nasty, sonorous people in your surrounding, you'll get irritated by them. You'll be separated by your own family you'll feel regretted and blessed.
    With all these changes around you make feel lonely-crowded at the same time often. Sometimes you'll see no-one behind you, but at seconds you'll find long queue behind you, they'll help you but you'll have to pay for it....willingly or unwillingly doesn't matter.
    Zen all you'll know after the tiring day that as a small rock you have faced many obstacles in your life, you have faced then with full strength, you have beat them with your sharp confident smile. And now you're a beautiful sculptor of what you ever thought.

    @ersheeen @writersbay @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @miraquill #senses #newmir #pod

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    Zen you know, we're all born as a plain natural rocks and hurdles are like sculptors who break us, beat us and scatter us before we transform into beautiful sculptors. Life .....

  • letmethinkplz 3w

    Life and Senses

    Life revolted and revolted,
    Disgraceful senses ignored and ignored,
    So, someone was getting crippled into a cripple
    His head aching, eyes itching, desires often jerking;
    His back bending, lips greying, tongue irrationally swaying;
    His hands shivering, determination quivering, existence still struggling;
    His perplexion intensing, complexion withering, the scars of oldage already gathering
    So, someone was turning into a cripple every morning
    His Life revolting but the disgraceful senses still ignoring as always ignoring...

  • angeljohn 8w

    Sensual Audition

    Five senses of mine, prepare
    for their auditions at the very start.
    For, the author of the day,
    sun with his warm wings spread
    judgements for each of the sense,
    without sponsoring any mess.

    First one to go are
    my black and white eyes,
    they open the screen and;
    there you go- just begin snapping
    every rainbow coloured-ticking seconds
    without missing anyone or anything.
    Until she herself falls asleep,
    to animate all of them in my dream system.

    Second participants are the elongated ovals.
    Sometimes, the creators of troublesome verbs.
    They are my ears, awakened
    by the sweet chirps of lovebirds around.
    They do emotionally welcome words
    good enough to add the background music
    so as to direct a new rebellious tale.

    This is an investigator.
    The lover of trial and error methods.
    For my nose takes in the fragrance,
    allots it to her Assistant-Commissioner: the Lungs
    to have a deep check and they sort the case.
    For its she, who's given a practice
    to judge any smoky essence
    without any further discussions.
    Her absence creates an odd portrait
    and also life wouldn't have a stand in his post too.
    As it's she who captures the O-Two.

    Presence of the next, is a must.
    For she serves the whole mane, with a trust.
    Toungue's duty is solid, but if she's hurt;
    she'll teach a lesson that's havid.
    She bares a moist to taste and digest.
    Finalizer of the day, she is
    and shares her voice to surprise, the world; whole.

    Last she is, aint the least.
    A smoothness she bears, thats crispy.
    Ofcourse, she's my skin who could win
    everybody's love like a dove.
    She's the producer of my beauty
    that's a little naughty and cutey.
    She feels the living and the loving touch,
    with all its richness and tightness.
    She deals every pain, a kind of a vacation
    wounds and cuts that's given to her shine.

    These senses of mine
    prepare, day after day for
    a sensual audition that lay
    to prove their dedication,
    for the benefit of my own future.


  • faerie_fox_poetry 10w


    I know the way that love tastes
    Honeyed fingertips
    Pressed softly to waiting lips

    I know the way that love feels
    The fluttering of birds
    Released from their cages

    I know the way that love sounds
    "I love you's" caught up
    In throats full of laughter

    I know the way that love looks
    A spark in the eyes
    Setting fires in the soul


  • dr__aditi 14w

    Have I lost my mind or
    am I finally sensing it all right;
    the true nature of things around !
    Are curtains falling or
    is it skin peeling off corpses?
    How to see this sky turning grey
    and twinkling subliming into darkness..!


  • kelvinmalunga_ 15w

    Sense organs are for you
    Not to make sense of
    Others' senses.
    They're for you to find
    Your own sense.


  • writerwithin 16w

    O lord of Sea!!!

    Into the deep blue vast sea,
    an extreme infinity I can See.
    The gushing waves are pretty clear,
    oozing with enthusiasm I can Hear.
    Cool breeze casts an enchanting spell,
    with a misty aroma which I can Smell.
    The ocean yields a briny zest,
    droplets filled with salt I can Taste.
    As tide converts to ebb at my heel,
    the strong force of nature I can Feel.
    Oscillating between mild & intense,
    O Posedion, you flood my every Sense.

  • emmagrace01 18w

    Him in everything

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    his embrace is angelic white,
    it looks like beautiful sunrise,
    it feels like warm sunset,
    it tastes like hot chocolate in winter,
    it smells like exquisite vanilla musk,
    it sounds like zephyr singing lullaby...


  • sheez_happiee 18w

    When I step into the cold room, I'm hit by a wave of nausea. It's 4.34 am in the morning and I could see the sun's rays peeking out the window screen. This room has been Linda's for 20 years and it has and will have her memories both dark and colourful. But the girl is no more. My EYES travel around the room. She's there sprawled across the floor with blood dripping from the vein she cut. Her hands hold the weapon of her cowardness. Cowardness? Was she afraid to live? Why? Even after death her face holds beauty behind her masked past. I lean down and TOUCH her. Her body is cold and rigid. Why did she have to do this to her? I walk around to get a clear look of the posters in her shelf. They SMELL a scent of pure love and vanilla. Somehow it reminds me of my mom. I FEEL an ache in my chestbat the thought of her and quickly refocus my mind. I HEAR pages turn, and take a look. A diary. I read it. There. This girl was in love. The first page says "Love always hurts". So then why? She was in love, not with a random guy.. but with her MOM. And then I knew what would've been in the other pages that still carry her life yet she's there dead. Linda lost her mom and the world lost Linda on the early morning of cold November. I TASTE something salty, and then I realise I've been crying. How long? I feel my senses all at once racing through me as I calm myself and let my thoughts wander to how numb my senses have been until now. It wasn't a suicide but a murder of love when love died.
    #senses #wod #momslove #isitworthdyingorlivingbetter?

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    I could see on her lifeless face the pain
    I could taste in her place the lingering sorrow
    I could smell in her last breath the fear of tomorrow
    I could feel the shards of her broken heart
    I could hear her silent cry tearing apart
    I knew it wasn't a suicide
    But a murder of love when love died.


  • peachytae_ 18w

    Drunken senses

    All my senses….
    All my senses sank,
    Into the black water.
    And clasped onto
    The world unknown.
    The reality got merged,
    With all kind of illusions…
    And frightened the ant,
    I flew on……

  • wtf_ankrit 18w


    Life is the flower for which the love is the honey.


  • miss_silentlyweird 18w



    I DON'T
    W A N T E D
    TO BE


    I love that word “Love isn't soft."
    For it tell the truth that love isn't always like loaf,
    With warm smooth texture neither has a sweet aroma,
    That can ensnare in plate since heart growls without coma,

    ~ Life

    Floating in a galaxy with burning meteor,
    With a massive exploding of an emotional barrier,
    Making me choose whether to survive or be alive,
    So instead, I just write a poem I can't contrive,

    ~ Tradition

    With huge smiles and honoring gesture,
    Show a great length love and respect,
    We follow this tradition structure,
    Yet somehow in self it's hard to apply & direct

  • _teal_ 19w


    Rain is the appeasing cocktail of life.
    That sound on the window that instigate sleep
    The sweet taste of water on the tongue
    The feeling of droplets on the skin that raises one's mood
    The smell of dust mixed with rain
    But the topping on the cake
    The sight of the blue sky turning grey
    The promise of a good time.


  • therapisttales 19w


    Staying in the moment with your five senses
    Running after a kite
    Hearing the whistle of a seagull
    Tasting ice cream at the beach benches
    Building a world in a play
    No matter how much you repeat
    Always feeling like the first time
    Incidentally mindful
    Beatifully defenseless
    Not chasing victory
    A place where you started
    Where you want to arrive to nonetheless


  • sproutedseeds 19w

    Essence of life

    Childhood was sweet
    Youth was sour
    challenges to score more.

    Growing into an adult
    sounded very difficult
    eyes focused on the career building
    once settled then fame and fortune
    spread the essence like flowers in spring.

    Old age is bitter
    when past memories twitter.
    Some are looked at as pest
    while some live alone in their nest.

  • asadolphin 19w

    You were my home

    If only you could have seen the way he walked the world
    Head held high with a firmness, an air of protection radiating from him 

    When he spoke the depth of his voice commanded an entire room. With words delivered patiently in vehicles brimming with honor and wisdom

    As he reached out to reassure you, hands, calloused and scarred but gentle, you knew everything was going to be okay.

    A tough exterior by necessity, the tenderness with which he cooked would surprise anyone.

    Fragrant and aromatic waves that danced around your nose from the kitchen.
    The warmth of home cradling your heart as spices jump around on your burning tongue. 


  • anthonyhanible 19w


    Did you feel that
    Use your hands
    Use your feet
    Put your face to it
    Put your body against it
    Did you feel that
    My heart is beating crazy for you right now

  • ranjimamohan 19w

    A verse for a heart that turned into shreds
    On a starry sky across an eerie street
    Abandoned by loved ones
    Near a dilapidated house. no more home
    hunger dancing to tunes of hopelessness
    Stood the child staring at my stretched hand
    He sparkled as he regained his senses
    For I want him to lead a colorful life
    Blood needn't be thicker
    Humanity is!!!

  • a_franteen_writer 19w

    when the stars
    fool me to write
    nuances of love,
    hope and peace
    i coax them hard
    to shut their mouths
    that were left hanging after
    seeing my audacity of
    tuning in only to zip
    them up in the bags
    of time and throw
    them away only
    to be found in the
    stories of people
    who knew me well:
    the ones who know
    why i bled every night
    every time after
    cutting myself; ajar
    for the Orions and
    Sagittariuses to see
    the real me
    even though i could never
    believe that i were a
    human being
    still humans thought i was
    one of them and burned
    in the illusion of me being
    one; now barely anyone
    knows me.
    so after being thrown
    of the throne
    the most awaited revenge
    was served; cold last night
    when i was forced to read
    stances of faith and hope
    a bloody recital
    of dramatic expressions
    and bloated abominations
    of "claimed" prophets
    either true or false
    but in the time being
    there was no right or wrong
    no cloud of hope or
    literature of the most
    Romeos and Juliets but
    only me, who was
    betrayed by her own kin
    the stars that turned to dust
    made me without the will
    of ever being born
    or living happily.
    so i cut my nerve gently
    the one on my left hand
    to bleed profusely
    and avenge the betrayal
    from my own kin
    forcing me to live

    but now i don't wish for anything anymore; evermore.
    // The starry betrayal//
    - a_franteen_writer
    #wod #pod #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork #stars #senses

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    The starry betrayal

    but now i don't wish for anything anymore; evermore.
    // The starry betrayal//

  • silence_parle 19w


    Talent is dangerous
    It looks wonderful
    Smells good
    Sounds ecstatic
    Tastes great
    Gives a feeling of head over heels
    But vicious when overworked
    Worst when overpowered by someone
    Be talented, be original
    And not let them take control of you