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fatema153
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Read MoreI might not be able
To be called as perfectionist
But what i do with my whole heart
Gives me the satisfaction perfectly
I might not be able
To write as wonderful as others
But when i scribble my emotions
It makes me feel happiness
I might not be able
To show unlimited talents
But i am proud of the fact
I am horribly limited
©Fatema153
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When every morning
I silde the curtains
From my window
And the sunrays
Gently fall upon my face
It feels like getting filled
With hope to pursue dreams
When every morning
I visit my garden
Each blooming flower
sways along with
the fresh wind
In happiness to live each
Moment of life to the fullest
When every morning
I put a date in my diary
A blank page wishes
To get written with
Words of enthusiasm
So to make a book
Of beautiful memories
©Fatema153
#morning.
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fatema153
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A poet is able to
Fill the ink of shine
From the sunrise
To resurrect the hope
From the sleep of darkness
A poet is able to
Bloom the flowers of dreams
From the buds
To flourish the wishes
Of the barren land
A poet is able to
Create the world of love
From the words
To spread the happiness
All around
©Fatema153
#poet.
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fatema153
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Sometimes you feel like
Sitting near the flowers in
Your backyard and spend
Some time with them to
Feel the selfless love
They have for plants
Sometimes you feel like
Gazing at stars and
Recall old memories
Which still makes you
Smile even in the dark times
Sometimes you feel like
Talking to the passing wind
With the hope, it might
Whisper the message
Into ears, you've been scaring
To share your feelings with
Sometimes you feel like
Meeting strangers and
Listen to their stories
To know about the
Different characters
Living in the same
Book of world
Sometimes you feel like
Instead of regretting
On the lossess in the
Race of this competitive world
Be happy with the fulfilling
of your own dreams.
©Fatema153
#sometimes #writersnetwork @writersnetwork.
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fatema153
3w
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The streets of my town
Have the noise less
Of vehicles but cheerful
Laughter of children playing
And running behind the
Ice-cream carts
The markets of my town
Do not have fancy showrooms
But small shops selling
Colourful stuffs and a
Queue outside the stall
Of a pani - puri
There is a clear view
Of stars from the roofs
Which are the place
Of family hangouts
On the nights of summer
The waving fields on the
Roadside are the major source
Of some fresh air to make
The environment worth
To live.
©Fatem153
Thank you so much for editor's choice @writersnetwork @miraquill
#city.
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fatema153
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Just after coming into
This world, when you
Held me for the first
Time in your arms
I found my home
Within the boundaries
Of love only.
When i took my first steps
Holding your hand
I learned to walk through
The journey of life
Having you beside as
My biggest strength
On the paths of ups and downs
MAA was the fisrt word
Came out from my mouth
And still it is the first word
To call after getting into
Any trouble
Words can never be enough
To express that your presence
In my life makes each and
Everyday beautiful!
©Fatema153
@clichepenname @love_whispererr @sproutedseeds @tezpallabdas @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mothersday.
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fatema153
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It is completely fine
Not to be disciplined
Always
There comes a time
When things slip out
Of your hands
You might have tried
Hard to control those
Circumstances but
sometimes
Destiny has something
Else written for you.
Don't regret much
Over what you have
Lost because of your
Little carelessness
Note down the
Experiences life has
Given you in that situation
And at the end
Its not about being
Focused all the times
So learn to accept
madness too.
©Fatem153
#madness
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anshikainks
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Read More// प्रेम , प्रिय,
You won't remember the chapters we wrote yesterday on each other's lips while we both were drunk. I played "perfect" on the ancient radio between your bed folds and we danced to the meaninglessness of the dawn.I diluted your bones with my words and you knotted me with the bitterness of yours ,
We sang love rhymes to each other and cried,
You called my name with such poise , I forgot it belonged to me ,
Our lungs ached from the scent of regrets , you
planted some sunflowers on my collarbone and let them rot. I opened up the wounds right beneath your neck and sprinkled them with pepper. We continued to destruct each other in the name of love.
We shaped death in the poems we wrote , cooked poison and drank the pulp of ink. You won't remember, neither will I , but maybe we'd love forever in the pages we wrote and I will always be horribly limited by the words I never spoke.
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#limited #wod #pod @writersnetwork @miraquill.
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adamantquill
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Read MoreSometimes you feel your feet cemented deep underneath, petrified over the slumping edges of the skies you wish to touch. You tried to make your spirit ironclad, instead your flashing wings turned heavy now incapable of flights, transforming you into one of those lively sculptures seated in corner on dead nights. The day one learns to pick themself from the disfigured steeping stairs and harrowing guilt of mistakes confused as sins is the day one shall truly start moving forward.
A check-in to the failed reality that was once the painted dreamland. A realm of reality that failed to cater to our understanding of mundanity and peace pouring staggering complexities of world against our willingness to savour them.To quench the thirst of bewildering norms they let their mind play hide and seek with the normalcy in their imagination meeting the unexpected expectations and stand as a winner at the finishing line. But how far that goes to soothe the permanent scars remain the question with no necessity to find answers. We have rather more important and different solutions to find.
Climbing a myriad steps, slipping through sweat and tears before stepping on the desired pedestal just for someone waiting there to push you down and you fall down the unfathomable depth in a bloodied pool of same questions asked on self doubts and crisis of efforts poured. Journey is never easy to reach the skyline but takes a few seconds to fall and gravitate to the ground. Some will tell us to keep trying again and again without considering the wounds we are carrying from trying so hard and for so long while some may tell us to let it go, there's much more beautiful thing besides that.
We have so much to feel that the mason jar of befuddled emotions overflow, drowning us in a state of overwhelming thoughts to decide on the right feeling befitting the puzzled voids, turning blind to others and so we end up putting wrong puzzle piece in wrong place ineffectually. We have so much to speak, but are barely adorned in meanings around all those obscured thoughts and emotions and sometimes lips stitched to not let it downpour. They continue to sting until and unless addressed in mere words in existence to express.
~adamantquill
#sometimesFailed reality.
Sometimes you feel like a failed reality tightening the grip around the neck, bruising and choking in paradoxical expectations. Perhaps just let it go if it hurts that much that it kills.
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sproutedseeds
3w
Read MoreI miss my mother but she is always there even now to guide through rough and tough times.
A MOTHER is irreplaceable.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY
to all the mom's here and around in the world.
#writersnetwork #miraquillM O T H E R... acrostic
M onitoring every act in making a human
O pen with arms
T o
H ug her child
E very moment guiding the correct
R oute to be trodden to be a good human.
©sproutedseeds
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Ah ! Never but still...
I can never behold all those sunsets that look
like my yellow turtleneck corsages embroider'd
with scarlet threads. I can never watch how all
those night jasmines drop down on the topsoil
without kissing a shaft of sunlight and i can
never capture all those orange-breasted green
pigeons on my window panes who are about to
fly and melt within the welkin.Still i want to wait
for a sunset sitting near a monastery. Still I try
to become an insomniac to hold the last breath
of arbor-tristis and make it wait till the morning.
Still i capture those flaw'd polaroids of pigeons
who are flying after kissing my chiffon curtains.
I smile,i sigh & i syllabify the plateresque pariah
not prematurely but still p a s s i o n a t e l y.
~of sunsets, night jasmines & polaroids || bidya -
Entangled in those fragile threads
She breathes air of poetry
As hope flows through her cobwebs
knitting blissful art of symmetry
A regal art of nature's wonder
hanging strong in the air
Gossamer of quiescent metaphors
Splendor in every layer
-siddharthajana -
preetkanwal
5w
Read More#spiderweb #miraquill #writersnetwork
Thank you so much for the kind repost @writersnetwork
Thanks a bunch for POD @miraquill
You made my day,totally unexpectedIn my darkest moments of life
when heart agonizes over nothingness
mind weaves web of soulful verses
a mosaic of emotions out of emptiness.
©preetkanwal18.04.2022 -
thoughtsprocess
5w
Read More#spiderweb #wod @miraquill
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost ♥️Life is like a spider web
Though we are free souls
But we get caged in the webs of wishes
and forget our real goals
©thoughtsprocess -
shadesofyu
6w
Read MoreA walk to the unknown, yet you feel it's unknown,
A journey to finding you,
A sight to withhold,to come closer to you,
Yet looking from afar,
Well Hello, to the older me. :)
#letter#
#wod#
@writersnetwork
@miraquill
Thank you for the EC! ����Dear older me,
As you sit on your rocking chair, i was wondering, do you rock it anymore?
The way we thought when we were younger,
With the aches and pains of your back and weakened legs,
Seems like you survived, with contentment,
A smile i can see,
As you smile at yourself in the mirror,
Through wrinkled skin,
And layers of life,
Living alone, as we had thought? Are you?
Breaking the shackles of the societial Drama,
Always played by the rules,
And now i see you,
With a mere thought of who you have become,
Enjoying everyday, like you are 20 again,
Sitting next to your table, the scented candles and a pile of books,
As your phone rings, yet again, are you still listening to people and sitting with them when they cry,
That has not gone still, has it?
Oh me, how could it?
The blood only flows, once another soul is tendered, how you had learned this when you were so little,
I hear you,
I can sense you,
I honour you,
For you finally took a breath, and released it with a essence of your true being.
©shadesofyu -
milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
6w
Read More#letter #JEN_WNLIKE #JEN_WNREPOST
Dear jen ,
How have you been? Are you still worrying about the future? If you're then please don't. Let those sand grains of time slip from your hand through the gaps of distance betwixt present and future. My love read this letter under the roof of stars and let the soothing breeze cafuné you with a little love and care. Don't forget to lend some smiles from crescent moon.
Do you remember when mom and dad fought in the middle of the road and i got scared of roads and the other incident when uncle throw me out of his house at 11 and I cried sitting beneath the sycamore for hours and hours ? While trying to run away from the evil i fall for the darkness more and more . I had someone to match the strides , walking together with me but the eerie cacophony of betrayal gulped him leaving me alone on the streets stretching under my feet don't know to where! As i took more and more steps i realized i was not alone and abandoned you must be waiting somewhere at the end of this path to take control . So i am fighting with every warrior of selfishness, raising my voice against every spoon of enmity and antipathy they have been adding in the bowl of my peace. The loneliness that used to knit nightmares on the skirt of my nights now hums my favourite music in my ears and now i am not alone .
Now you must be wondering why i am saying this to you. Jen life is not all about achieving everything you have ever dreamt of . Life is not a monochrome portrait that needs to be filled with the colours of expectations and placed in an art gallery for collecting praises. I realized it when destiny served me the coffee of dreams kissed by success in a cup of desire without adding sugar of satisfaction. So I bought home in the city of poetries. When sun peeps through my windows metaphor places a peck on my forehead serving the breakfast with a bouquet. Sonnet often fights with me for messing with his clothes while imageries stick the notes on my mirror apologizing on behalf of sonnets. I take the sips of sunsets holding the hands alliteration. I am happy and you must be thinking i am lying. No i am not . I often forced to dive deep into the ocean of grief, but instead of whining i try to admire the depth of doldrums and kneel down infront of marine life praising their presence in the brackish water of coastal estuaries. The shield of perspective painted with optimism often protects my heart.
Try to protect the pearls of peace . You can spot the stains of contentment in the grey portraits. Cry a little less while facing the storms and smile a little more while thinking about the people you left behind , the people who left you behind , people who managed to prove you wrong and people whom you managed to prove wrong . Pat your back for little achievements . You have came a long way . Don't let your soul to be trapped in the cobweb of beguiling ambitions . Follow your heart even if it is broken and bruised .
Stay happy and strong
Much love to you
~jen
Thank you so much love @writersnetwork ��.
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Somedays my hopeless silences
lose their way within your betraying nights and
some of my hapless metaphors are found near
your clavicle to exult with the warmth of a bonfire.
"I can't sigh anymore."
From a bad poet || bidya
