Miraquill
Winters
Oh the winters, oh the snow
Covering up all the meadows.
Fresh air's coming through
Temperature's rapidly falling
Sweaters out and insects in
And that's what I like in it
Oh winters oh winters
You come with hail and snow
And sometimes you confuse me
Is it fog or is it smoke
And then when you go away
Packing up all of the hails
I come following you to the hills
Wishing you'll visit again!
©bhavyatarun
#winters
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bhavyatarun 4w
Read MoreI fonud my diary today and found this poem...
I was eight then! I love winters❄️✨
#miraquill @miraquill #bhavyatarun @bhavyatarun #oldpoem #rhyme #poems #poem #pod #wod #winter #memories #aesthetic #meaningfull #life #me #original #originals #winters #sweaters #mirakee #season #favourite #seasons #favouriteseasons #child #eightyearold #diary #olddiary #old_diary #oldDiary13 0 1
sharikashukla_
14w
In between
Between stories, there are overlooked words with profound meanings
Between echoes, there are pauses with deeper silences
Between the angers, there is love. Unconditional, fearless!
Between the winters dark and cold, there is spring for once. Full of warmth, full of life.
Live the stories, feel the warmth, sing love. In between!
©sharikashukla_Photo By Nio Milano on Unsplash12 0
shaabie
14w
Read Moreकुछ अशआर,
काफी random,
पर फरवरी है, सर्द दोपहर है, चाय है,
In short, सब अच्छा है।
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उफ़क - horizon
ख्वाबगाह - bedroom
#winters #sun #chai #february #march #love #monsoon #memories #valentines #hindi #hindiwriters @hindiwriters @hindipoetry #miraquill @writersnetwork #podअभी बाकी है
तेरी गली में हरकत तो है, रौनक होना अभी बाकी है,
इस गली में एक चाय की टपरी खुलना अभी बाकी है।
रूखे रस्तें यें और यें प्यासे गड्ढे हैं, यें कैसी बारिशें है?
बादलों, बरसो तो! के थोड़ा फिसलना अभी बाकी है।
मेरी फरवरी की दुपहरियां तूने बेकदर बर्बाद करी हैं,
ये तो छोटा महीना था, मार्च गुज़रना अभी बाकी है।
जाम तो सारे कब के खाली, रात उफ़क में काफ़ी है,
तू ज़रा और ठहर के तेरा सुरूर चढ़ना अभी बाकी है।
मुशायरे मेरे तू क्यों लूटे, ये शेर तेरे ख्वाबगाह नहीं,
तू नही 'शाबी' के हर लिखे में तेरा इत्र अभी बाकी है।
©शाबी28 12 11
- shaabie @unrealheterodox shukriya
- 7saptarangi_lekhan वाह बहुत खूबसूरत है ... तू ज़रा और ठहर.... क्या लफ्ज़ है मज़ा आ गया ❤️❤️
- shaabie @7saptarangi_lekhan shukriya ❣️❣️
-
altafmurtaza
उफ क्या लिखती हो आप अभिलाषा जी
बहुत ही उत्कृष्ट⭐ -
shaabie
@altafmurtaza शुक्रिया आपका अल्ताफ जी
मुझे खुशी है कि आपको मेरी रचनाएं पसंद आई
recluse_soul 14w
Learn
तो क्या हुआ
अगर आपको मेरी यात्रा पसंद नहीं है
तो क्या हुआ
अगर आपको मेरे किस्से और बातें पसंद नहीं हैं
मुझे खुशी है कि मैंने सीखा और अभी भी सीख रहा हूं
चलना सीखना
बात करना सीखना
सच होना सीखना
जिंदा रहना सीखना
व्यर्थ नहीं खर्च करना सीखना
सीखना सीख रहा हूं....
©recluse_soulPhoto By Annie Spratt on Unsplash10 2 1
purujit_kothari
17w
|| तुम ||
दिसम्बर की ठंड में
निकली हल्की धूप हो तुम
कहूँ भी तो कैसे कहूँ
बड़ी ही खूब हो तुम
©purujit_kothariPhoto By Simon Berger on Unsplash6 0
alextheft
20w
Winter rain
Terrible, terrible day
Too cold to rain
The person or the weather,
Tough to determine,
Overwhelmed
Is the cold,
Draw a line,
That line now smudges
It's raining after all,
Cold within
And out,
So she wishes
Were her eyes,
But I guess
Those weren't as wise,
To hide.
©alextheft7 0
parasdeepak 20w
सर्दी
जब तक पानी गर्म होता है
तब तक तो नहाने का मूड ठंडा पड़ जाता है।
हाय सर्दी!
- ©parasdeepak6 0
चाँद
जाने क्या कह रहा था कल रात
वो आसमान का घूंघट ओढा चांद
खामोशी में....
©literaryPhoto By Emilie Hamn on Unsplash11 0
Winters make me a whale.
I come out of blanket
only to breathe.
- ©parasdeepakPhoto By Mohamed Nohassi on Unsplash12 4 1
- bubbly_bluebells
- parasdeepak @blueshells_sky I'm a whale
- bubbly_bluebells @parasdeepak ha ha whale
- parasdeepak @blueshells_sky thand me to sabhi whale bn jate hain
Winter is like a paradox, fascinating with snow, fearsome with cold.
©shivatado11 0
As The Chilly December Afternoon Turns Into Night
“It's quite chilly today huh”, I mutter with cluttering teeth, and a mischievous smile,
December chuckles, as the quite afternoon play it's role and I hear the rustling branches from a mile.
I wrap myself in a cardigan and offer her a muffler but she denies,
Instead she wraps her arms around me and basks me in her golden sunlight;
I do not complain.
“Doesn't it bother you,” I utter with a sadness looming my voice, “all this hate you get?”
December smiles at me and tells me she is not for everyone to love, for she's a little more cruel to some, than others.
It's part of her, she softly explains, that's what nature has planed and she dutifully abides,
I nod but tsk in disapproval, as the afternoon hours pass by.
In the evening, we share a cup of chai, chai never tasted better,
We talk about the fall and I tell her all the stories of the summer,
She gets a little jealous and leaves a sigh, as chilly winds blanket my windows in frost,
I make smileys on them with my fingers, inturn December smiles.
In the dark hours of night, we stand in my balcony, with a hot cup of cocoa,
The moon long hidden and the stars barely visible, yet the early Christmas lights twinkle in the corners of her eyes,
December yawns and stretches her arms, as I add another shawl and bid my goodnight,
“Goodnight my friend”, she whispers and makes her way into the night.
©bicyclesandpens9 0
safoorajahan
23w
A cold brew
The coldest month of all seasons
Feels ironically the warmest
The sweet snuggle of a cozy bed
The hot warmth of a cup of tea
Is all my heart waits for whole year!
Being the only time something
Understands the wrath of my heart
Seemingly silent on the outside
Unhinged by the shivers inside
Maybe it's a moment of mirage
But nothing brings me more comfort
Than crying a thousand tears
Hiding under the layers
Lying next to me, A cold brew
©safoorajahanPhoto By Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash13 1 1
chaithra_nayak
24w
Read MoreThe season of love is
never ending risk of gloom.
Edging yourself for the answer,
fearing of rejection the heart
can't accept feelings of refusal.
Each day I add-up the playlist,
playlist of adorned love
transforming its cycle;
from cocoon of teenage crush
to butterfly of a pure love.
Every vivid sunset dreamt
of curling you up my arms,
Treasuring the memories
looking up to sky of stars
resonating for happiness.
Our hearts wouldn't tangle-up
in the world of happy space.
Bubble of love is wounded,
vanished with passage of time
A love that is lost in the wind.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #winters #winterlove
#poetry #poemoftheday #loveOpera of Love
©chaithra_nayak8 0 1
He’s not perfect
“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”15 0
chaithra_nayak
24w
The Winter Butterfly
Satiable urge to confide
in the heavens of intimacy.
Flesh clutching bodies,
lost in the mosiacs of eros
draped in your tender arms .
Iris blooming in my heart,
shy behind the twinkling grin.
Snuggling on your chest,
that little shivers in me
with the engulf essence of love.
©chaithra_nayak11 0 1
Meherban nahi itna mera mehboob ke,
Zakham pr mere marham lagaye wo,
Sardi lagne pr hath taapta hai,
Mere jalte hue dil ki aag se...
©uzmafaizPhoto By Elion Jashari on Unsplash29 2 2
Family in Winters
Love exists in winters when whole family sits together in a room. The protection from cold brings them together and they end up spending their happiest moments of life.
©aijaz__writes10 0 1
Winter Rings
Winter mornings shines like pearl
mild air rustling your feet
Whispers of fog controlling you,
squishy blankets, warmth in bed.
A new fragrance of winter,
tendering you to wrap around
linger with pillow amidst.
That one ray of sunlight
blooming you to get up,
With the brittle cold air arising,
butterflies in my stomach
dances on sweet music
to the beats of mist springling.
©chaithra_nayak9 0 1
Winter sun
A roaring storm
that rattled my windows
tells tales of chilly nights
and implores the sky to
draw back the curtain
from the winter sun,
allowing the amber rays
to fill my room
with a sepia-like effect
as if I am watching a
sunrise of the past.
©sicklypoeticPhoto By lucas clarysse on Unsplash8 0
Smirking visages.......
Escorting the clouds in their tearful cimmerian winters,
"I'm cold! I'm cold!"
Rather than my body, trembles my heart,
"Wrap me around! Wrap me around!"
It's serene but noisy,
"Where am I?!"
When people on my way minimised my essence,
I lost my way....
An aonaran into the abditory,
Neither quotidian nor lypophrenic
Smirking visages have orphic dimensions
Broken hearts with exquisite agony,
wail and whine in prostration
Holding horses at horizon till dawn
for butterflies to flutter and young springs to flow
Indeed, the sillage of the gentle breezes
And the silhouette of the dark clouds
Will mark the end
Making it a quatervois
Willingly will I enter through the gates of querencia
Let the result of my moxie, MY REVENGE.
©fortuitous_lyPhoto By Ricardo Gomez Angel on Unsplash
