#whoamic

10 posts
  • faisal_hussain_haqqani_ 7w

    #Taylerhyme #wod #pod
    Nobody collab with me!
    So here I am with my another variant.
    I am trying to get back in writing:) #whoamic

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    Poet and the drinker

    Poet:
    I was bored to froze yesterdays and tomorrows in the coldness of today.
    I was bored to eat the medicine of the disease which is known as "another day"
    Everyday I had an encounter with memories and the only arrow left  was "pray".
    Then, why are you still  brewing the metaphors to cast a new dawn.

    The drinker:
    Oh! Fool! we are living in the symbiotic world where unity doesn't exist, and so are you in fright
    Live today and see the nature's miracle's might
    I am the cup-bearer of the night
    And the stars are my wine .

    Poet:
    Tried I also to drink the wine in the name of god
    Then drived I the car playing the songs in odd
    And accidentally killed the humanity along with my squad.
    And now I am a dead poet.

    The drinker:
    The lantern of humanity is still burning on hope
    And it is exhaling the realities smoke
    So here you can say the name of god and hold his rope
    And, now he won't make you astray.

    The poet:
    Oh! Now I can call an autumn which can kill the sun of pseudo day.
    But do you know what comes after today?
    May be a new dawn may be a new way.
    But somebody ask death that what comes after living.
    ©faisal_hussain_haqqani_

  • wilmaneels1 7w

    I am an observer of things and people
    The listener
    Still learning not to absorb
    The giver of my time to the detriment of my own
    Instinctive, yet vulnerable
    Flawed
    I am me
    Donning hats as they are needed
    Still trying everyday to navigate through life
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©27112021

  • sproutedseeds 7w

    I am......

    Expressing my self with the same string and keys in different ways as per the notes of challenges life sets in front of me.
    I maybe rocking loud with joyful keys
    but when the route is rough and tough
    I gently pray with the strings
    to soothe my fear.

    ©sproutedseeds
    28.11.21

  • strxberry_ 7w

    #learning #wod #whoamic @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

    Every day I learn from someone and somebody. It keeps me going on. This is what Life is all about-seeking, learning, mistakes and going on.



    Thank you on EC @miraquill @writersnetwork. Thank you for liking, feedbacks and reposts dear readers and writers. I am learning from you all dearest friends. ����❤❤❤

    Thank you @writersbay for your support, like and feedback.

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    Finding Myself

    I have come a long way
    with two and forty years,
    first learning from Mother,
    then from other people who
    came into my life;
    Day by day,
    I kept learning from
    everyday life,
    seeking inside my soul
    playing hide and seek,
    Torturing my heart
    to know who am I;
    Learning that I am miniscule
    inside this whole Universe,
    One day I will cease to exist,
    I pray to God to show me
    the path from darkness to light
    and a humble wisdom to
    carry me on.
    ©strxberry_

  • dazzling_sunlight_ 7w

    Identity

    I thought myself as...

    A bird
    flying across the differently toned skies,
    Not in search of one tree to build a nest but rather stopping to search the paths of exploration again.

    and...

    A wanderer,
    wanting to solve the mysteries
    wrapped in an island's part and knocking out the woods of unknowns.

    But I am...

    A girl with a soul of a wanderer and a bird's feeling spelling the wishes of flying contended wings spreaded along the boundaries of unexplored.
    © aquapearl

  • angels_halo_shines 7w

    Taking it All In

    They asked who I am, I looked at them straight in the eyes & said I am a different version of myself everyday. I am content one day, lost the next.
    My mind, looking in from the outside, it’s wired especially for me. I don’t know who else could go through what I have. Take it all in. Just to learn. Enduring as much pain as possible. And still more on top of that. So. Here I am, today. Stronger than yesterday.
    ©angels_halo_shines

  • writersbay 7w

    Do you ever question your existence? Your identity? Who you are? How many versions of you are living inside of you? Today write about different versions of yourself.

    Tag and share with #whoamic

    P.S. - Our team was a little busy in the past few days. We are sorry for disappearing. Hope everyone is doing fine! 🌼

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    My god, my god, whose performance am I watching? How many people am I? Who am I? What is this space between myself and myself?

    – Fernando Pessoa

  • shadowofthoughts_ 17w

    Who am I?

    Rather then temporary glitter
    I would love to be a permanent scar.

    Heartbreak -
    An Eternal Illness
    even in all this nothingness.

    What's the cure?
    My heart begs,
    Hands covered with blood.
    My stains are permanent.
    I'm awake.
    Where should I be?
    I'm my own witness.
    Don't open the doors,
    My demons won't leave.

    You know?
    Yesternight I met a spark,
    In the dark.
    Today it has changed to a scar.
    And I'm aware.
    So bring me my permanent bill of fare.

    All flowers have dried and died.
    The thorns withered.
    I want to put them along with the scars,
    I'll try to not let the stains wither.
    And put them in the box of my awareness.
    for I've breathed my share.

    But I'm still reading you blindly.
    And this is making me nervous.
    Who am I?

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • heartsease 32w

    @mirakee thank you so much for improving me each day, I'll consider this as my Birthday gift ❤️❤️❤️ seventh pod I'm honoured

    Who am I?

    I'm an unfilial vagabond with
    hungry heart and roaming soul
    seeking its unquenched shelter
    under the roof of poetries,
    I'm the fathomable womb of
    my own hope, joy and sorrow
    treasuring etiquettes word by word
    to nourish my hidden dictionaries.

    I'm the harvested remnant of autumn
    plucking smiles from my face
    to bloom into clover of womanhood
    and shred this lethargic skin of
    teenage girl blood by blood,
    I'm a reclusive manual caressing
    my mother's smile and cocooning
    sweat drops from my father's forehead
    making their sleepless nights
    less vulnerable.

    I'm the hidden constellation of metaphors
    adjoining to form a galaxy of deifying poems
    and showering meteors of hard work
    on empty streets of perseverance,
    I'm an ushering storm waiting for
    a shoreline to escort the tripping
    waves of my allegories,
    or a mariner to sail it's boat along
    the thunders of my existence till we
    reach beyond the sunset of memories.

    I'm the rush of wind travelling
    in each direction, to every corner of world
    till one day life blows me to the sky,
    I'm the faded smile of past,
    a beating heart of someone's present,
    and a liberating soul presuming future.

    I'm the traversing galaxy
    tracing my uncertain existence
    on the paths of certain rivalries,
    I'm a mere human who is
    unaware of upcoming tomorrow's
    but still dream of eternities.
    ~Purva

    To people who have cherished my heart and nourished my soul forever, who have accepted me the way I am, who stood with me when days were bleak and dark, I'm very thankful to each of them ❤️
    Mirakee you played with me, I'll thank everyone tomorrow still #gratitude #hs_pod #whoamic

    10th June 21
    07:06 pm

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