This city that we inhabit , our sanctuary after we got buried , is verdant except for the shadows that act like a memoir of our footsteps leading to our school The light gleaming in the horizon is sort of a face of everything we could have built , and after everything we built broke , we summoned a tailor to refurbish it all . We were naive like children awaiting what-ifs by the door just to realize the hard way sometimes waiting never ends. At least in my case it didn't . But in your eyes was the fatigue of the perennial river and in mine the perseverance of the moon that never left like a lover .
Some how everything I do after a year , everywhere I go in this car that was once our abode only after this city , the zephyr stroking the strands of my hair feels reminiscent of the silence we shared and of how our symphonies synchronized like thoughts . So I named this grief born out of your absence after your smile , got my tears tattooed on my cheeks so I don't forget how I cried cuz , darling , I'm the unforgetting archetype -- I remember what you wore on your 17th birthday and how you smiled when I played you the song I wrote .
The sky kinda reads ," the beloved lover waiting at the station on someone is to wait for all of eternity" but I have never been the waiting type, you know -- I even hate waiting at doctor's chamber to get treated , or for the food to be served on the platter ; rather I take a spoon and scoop whatever is on the pan .
Darling, beneath your pillow is the ecstacy of the daylight and beneath mine is the rage of the trees that won't ever meet the stars and disappointment of a friend , a brother ,a son and a lover . And as the night falls like abandoned rain, this city suddenly feels so big cuz despite living here , we haven't met in a year , and I vow we'll never meet each other again .
- Each pair will be allotted a colour and that pair will have to search for their first clue in the comment section of the posts of the same colour in my old rainbow feed. More than one pair can get the same colour.
-The first clue will have the lyrics of the song written but WITH A TWIST maybe with the change in language of the lyrics or the name of the song written in an odd way.
-On finding the first clue and decoding it, the player will have to search for the name of the singer of that song in the search area on mirakee with the hashtag.
-On going to the oldest post of the hashtag one searched, the person will find another clue that will have lyrics of another song written in a twisted manner, decode it, search the singer with hashtag again and keep going till you find 5 songs.
Now, comes the twist.
- As one of the partners will keep decoding the songs, he/she will tell the other partner about it or the work can be divided in any manner. It is your wish.
--As we know that every song holds a meaning, a perspective. The other partner will write a writeup simultaneously and will OPPOSE the perspective with which the song has been written by the original singer. Post the writeup by tagging me and with the hashtag #pillarsoflife
The person with the maximum points gained primarily will win. Secondarily, if more than one pair get the maximum scores, time will be considered.
-Decoding the song carries 1 point.
-Name of song and singer carries 1 point each.
-Writeup for each song includes 3 points.
Maximum points for one song is 5 points.
FORMAT OF THE POST :
The format of the post that will be posted finally will be-
(Team name) Partners : @/abc and @/xyz
Name of the song-1 Singer Your opposing view with the specific part of the lyrics you disagree with in // // . . . (5 songs like this)
PLEASE POST ALL FIVE SONGS IN A SINGLE WRITEUP, NOT ONE BY ONE.
- @/xyz decided to decode the songs and @abc decided to write the writeup simultaneously.
- Pillar gave them the colour Red. @/xyz checked the posts with red colour on pillars_of_life and found the first clue in one of the comment sections of the post with red colour.
- The clue was "/9:3 #5946 " @/xyz figured out that it was the song love story by Taylor swift. @/xyz searched for #taylorswift in the mirakee search area. Meanwhile told @abc that the first song is love story by Taylor swift.
- @/abc wrote the Romeo version of the song in his own way, telling the other side of the story in 8-10 lines or more.
-@/xyz went to the oldest post on #taylorswift and found another hint and kept going like this until he found 5 songs.
-@/abc finally posted by tagging pillars_of_life and completed the activity in the minimum time possible.
If you want to participate in this complicated game, please get your partners and tell me in the previous post. Any doubts regarding this are welcome.
This game will be played tomorrow at 6 in the evening. And another post will be posted tomorrow to begin the game and announcing the colours allotted to each pair. You can become one of the pairs before 12 PM tomorrow, I'll not take in any extra players after that time. Thank you. Doubts are welcomed. Help each other understand. Sorry, maybe I wasn't so good at explaining the whole thing.
As I walk through the door alone , I don't feel that profound void anymore And I have this feeling so peculiar that this pain Won't be for evermore
No hallucinations of you , no ghosts of you Only me and and no longer nights spent dreaming of having you hold my hand by the seas And my stitched heart that no longer aches Maybe I'm healing Maybe the cracks on the ground sucking me in are sealing You off Maybe the indelible imprints you drew on me like tattoos are getting effaced But I still miss you
And though I do , it's not the same anymore It's not lashing and whipping me now I take this vow And I have this feeling so peculiar that this pain won't be for evermore
So I walk through the door alone , Awash in an immense essence of you that exudes you like a light Not the sunlight Not the moonlight But a light that I saw gleam in your usual-mixed-with-unusual eyes How it told me," it's just a joke " And back then I Chose that joke over truth
I look out the window , to the people forging new huts out of the ruptures of their old ones -- They have absolutely no idea what it's like to miss someone who was never yours I do I could go on and on writing letters that I'll never send you But watching these people refurbish their homes seems way more fascinating
I'm levitating from you Off this city that can't tame my love Cuz my sky is vast and to leave it un-navigated would be a sin And it's blue Not the blue you painted my roof Blue like the untamed tides that shatter icebergs like ceramics And slowly but surely I'm mastering the art of self-love Guess this feeling that my pain won't be for evermore is true
So I walk through the door alone to a place Miles away from you and your contagious smile and your cancerous coquetry that ensnared me like an hare Where your scent dread to tread But I'm terrified of the prospect of never letting go of what we had And everytime I'm terrified , I'll plant irises in my garden that's already impregnated with millions of irises .
I was around seven or eight, when my mom used to travel to her school by bus. She saves all the tickets she gets on each day and give me them. They are of various colours- pink, blue, grey and sometimes green. I save them up as if I was saving money which has no value. I make my own purse to save them up, green on the first side, blue on the other.
And last week, I found her handbag to clean up, when I saw tickets of bigger size now, of more colours now, at the last of her stuffs. I picked them up and asked her laughing, "You still have the habit?" and she replied, "cause you still have the habit".
And she added, "What's that you don't have is time now" All I did was, stayed silent.