Miraquill
Dad
It reminds me of him
The smell of Old Spice
Everyday, after shave, I used to put it on him
His soft cheek, he rubbed against mine
It was smooth like the lost eraser in my pencil box
Whenever I miss him,
The smell lingers somewhere in my mind
and I search for an empty bottle of old spice
Hidden somewhere in my unoped closet
©ishubhankar
#smell
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ishubhankar
6w
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sameerved
8w
Read MoreA wandering head, resting at weird places.
Thoughts that you cannot help, and some conversations just never become one
@miraquill @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld #death #love #imagination #hurt #letters #poem #miraquill #writersnetwork #smell #loss #stay #bitter #sweet[ bitter/sweet ]
I'd like to imagine your death
when you won't blink anymore
like how paper folded in squares, ironed with palms
stays
like my letters would... (stay!)
saved in a piggy bank
written in words collected from your absence
from my memory of you
where you don't age anymore
and when I would walk into your room,
I'll test the air
if it flows
if it flows and smells like loss
(like you)
or
will
it
smell
like
my death?
~ कलम-e-समeeर10 1
मेरे ज़िन्दगी के किताब के पन्नों मे
मैं तुम्हे लफ्ज़ो की माला सा
एक सुन्दर सी शायरी बनाके रखूँगा|
जब मैं लिखने जाऊ तो
तेरी हर अहसास को ही
उन पन्नों मे लिख दूंगा |
और तूने की गुलाब की बात
उससे छोड़ तुझे मैं बगनो सा सिचूंगा
तेरी से निकली खुसबू को पुरे शहरो मे बिखेरूंगा
©रohit Raऊत6 0
The heavenly aroma
One early morning as I was walking
Pass the beautiful meadows
Bright in all the hues of the earth
There was a waving of the stalks
As if they were the very substance
Of this green bonny sea.
The bees were buzzing
To the wild flowers in the meadows
It was nature's sound of music
in that very moment.
Little children running through
The tall green grass
The meadow was a happy song
A poetry to the eye and soul.
In the midst of all this beauty
Out of no where a heavenly aroma
Got a hold of me, I was spell bound
All the beauty around me vanished.
It lured me towards it
I took a step and yet another
Following that captivating smell
Like juliet would follow the scent of romeo
I reached this small shattered place
No more could I resist
I had to know what it was
I walked in with a knock.
Saw an old frail lady sitting
by her clay oven covered with soot
Excuse me malady I said
What is that heavenly aroma?
She had the sweetest smile
Handed me a chair to sit
Served me a hot cup of coffee
And walked to her clay oven.
No more patience
I could have
But the taste of her hot coffee
Calmed me down...
She took out a tray
And walked towards me
My heart skipped a beat
As she placed it in front of me.
I laid my eyes on it
She smiled and said
Have some freshly baked bread
Alas!! It was the smell of bread.
©najera43 8 8
- shabbz_felix Congratulations on EC
-
crescent_corner
Hello writer
If you're interested in working as a co author in my coming anthology I will be glad.
The titled of the book is "deeper to the depths" which is open themed and genre being poem or prose in either English or Hinglish language.
You have to submit three poems along with your bio along with your picture at the submission link given by the end. arorajia481230@gmail.com
You can also email me for any queries.
The slots are limited so hurry up with your decision if you're interested in publishing your poems.
Regards
True dreamster publication
https://instagram.com/true_dreamster?utm_medium=copy_link
Link for submission of your work
https://truedreamster.com/anthology-teamal-b1-2/ - najera Thanku I appreciate your offer...what is the time limit...when is the submission need to be done?
- najera Thanku all.
- crescent_corner @najera deadline for submission is 20 March
raman_writes
13w
ख़ुशबू
ख़ुशबू अभी तक तेरी मेरे ज़हन पर छाई हई है ।
मुझे नहीं लगता इसका कोई इरादा है जाने का ।।
©raman_writes8 0
Smell of your smile
You may not come back,
You are happy
May you get everything you deserve,
May you find the love you always wanted
May you feel the fullness in your heart.
But the smell of your smile and the moans of your happiness lingers on
In my memory.
With love
©eyeenma10 0 1
शिखर
महक नही पर रूप है, प्रतिष्ठा की राज में।
लहू से रंगीन है, हर पंखुड़ी पलाश में।
गर्व न छूटा उनसे, उस फिसलती मिट्टी का।
तो शिखर निकल पड़े है, सही पर्वत के तलाश में।
©ishan_jajooPhoto By Devin Kaselnak on Unsplash0 0
raman_writes
18w
दिल
तेरे बालों में उलझे और तेरी ख़ुशबू में बह गए ।
तुझसे मोहब्बत इस दिल ने मुझसे बिना पूछे कि ।।
©raman_writes6 0
shreya296
19w
Essence
You're gone, but your essence, smell, presence will never Vanish.
©shreya296Photo By Rovshan Allahverdiyev on Unsplash17 2
ekansh_original
21w
Read MoreWhat's this smell?
Ah, the naive flower vase still holding to the two tulips you bought sometime back.
The vase has been dried for long,
Or so the falling petals suggest.
One's petals have already fallen,
And that of other, just hanging somehow.
It's a pitiful sight,
The parting of the two souls.
It can never be beautiful,
I shall take the flowers away now.
But the vase will be alone.
-Ekansh
_______________________________
Our we like vase ??
#smell #poem #mirakeeVase
Photo By dreamleigh on Unsplash8 0
Breakfast
_________
Early sun shinning,
A smell of coffee,
Seconds after,
I can smell warm bread,
When I come to room the smell becomes clearer,
Orange juice, and bread with eggs,
Coffee and an omelette,
Many fruits, making room so bright with their alluring aroma.
Every breakfast is this bright
But the best one is when your family right beside.
Making room shine.
©liepa_malijauskaitePhoto By Mockup Graphics on Unsplash12 0
Breakfast nowadays:
a Quick "Break" without "Godly" nutrition!
Then so many ask?
"Why life and God, don't give them "a real break" very fast!"
"Breakfast"
hurry ... no time to spare ...
quickly in the run,
seeking only "self" !
Life became a treadmill on "fast" forward
No "green pastures" ur "pleasant" breaks!
Umff ...
no more, waiting for "fresh baked manna"
"The showbread" from "the Lord's oven"
no more "silent" waiting, in the Lord's "presence "
Sadly, the smell has become rotten 'nd badly ...
No more, real sacrifices
No more, to "do" and " obey" God's will only!
Breakfast "fast"
without a real Godly hunger!
No more, healthy "empty stomachs growlin"
No more, in need, of God's written Word feasts!
An enemy of souls like a devourin' lion seeks
to devour some "breakfast" time feasts!
The inner man,
like a great lion king cub stays,
inside little, unfed, unable to roar aloud!
Without the first meal of satisfaction !
Without the God given power, to take down the evil fowls!
Untouchable in Christ, you are, if you eat your daily breakfast!
No more, strong coffee aroma's
No more, fellowship between two
No more, the yellow egg of promises, rise UP
Without a warm loaf of "oven baked" french toast
Without a piece of tender meat, to eat ,to fill "the real hunger of inner need"
Without a real breakfast, how would one grow UP and mature!
If one leaves, the best meal, out!
Oh, taste and see!
The goodness of the Lord!
Feast, 'round His "breakfast table" laid daily out for you and me!
Linger ... a little more,
Stay ... a little longer
See the faithful sunrises, while God harbors us safely
In fellowship with God, we receive our "breaks" of breakthroughts "fast" and daily
In fellowship, we stay close, under God's wings of amazing grace and love
Never let a "good breakfast" go to waste!
Arise and be wise!
©kingdomdelight13 0 1
raman_writes
37w
गुलज़ार
उस फूल की ख़ुशबू में खो गया जो पराया है ।
अपने गुलज़ार पर मैंने कभी ध्यान नहीं दिया ।।
©raman_writes3 0
anuradhasharma
48w
कपड़ों की मेहेक तो , चली जाएंगी ।
जिस्म से , तुम्हारी खुशबू को कैसे मिटाएं ।
क्या किसी बाग़ के बगल से , गुज़र जाएं ?
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blossomwrites
52w
The art of poetry is like blooming daisies
It makes my olfactory senses activated in a rapid instance !23 3 3
- tnr1046 In the garden the smell has ways that leads others persona to having what led them in-tu-wish-in!!!
- mrschocollate7 I love it
- bhavana_29 👌🏼
sonu99
52w
Smell of the nature is so serene and blissful.
©sonu99
26/05/202113 4 3
Rain changing smell
The wet smell of soil,
As the rain drops on it
Is what I want to smell,
Every time it smells too sweet
I could wonder why dry soil,
Would never smell unlike wet soil in it
But the drop of rain changes the smell,
Like walls, cemented area and all of it
There is something in the rainfall,
Which makes every smell appear in it.
©shivangij13 0 1
All I could recall is the smell... From the past, present and future...... I am attached with olfactory codes to my daily rhythm...
The morning warmth of incense sticks straight from Udupi along with the bhajans of Krishna...
My granny was a wonderful woman with a soft smell of sandalwood... I always wonder how she smells so good? The early mornings of mists and mountains brewed my coffee with love...
I was ecstatic with various aromas.
Something which changed my whole mood from high to low...
The smell from new pages, new dress and new leaves mesmerised me...
Just like the day I met him! I could smell love! I sniffed around his neck and felt the warmth of care!
No wonder, why he always calls me a cat!! The naughty one who roams around him from day to night!
And I asked, "can you be my forever perfume?"
He said Yes!
©devikasethumadhavan19 13 4
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Even the thorns you give, scent divine..!
©yasasvee_varsha
