.
Fragrant lilacs, crisp pages
& cologne scent it used to be.
The wardrobe which now consists of
withered petals, torn books & faded scent.
©fatema_sayyed00
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fatema_sayyed00 65w
Random rant.
@writersnetwork Thankew♥️ (27)
@writersbay♥️
@mirakee #lilacc #wardrobe #wod -
fatema_sayyed00 66w
//She's the cool breeze in spring
the warm zephyr in winters,
She wears the crown of autumn
& Flaunts the throne in summers.
She paves the trail of hope
& Lights the rays of grace,
Wears the mask of smile
To let the world embrace.
She's a nightmare to see,
a fairytale to read,
Not to mention fire,
ignites from good deeds.
She knits the mask of august
& rhymes the rhythm of love,
She stirs the stars with brightness
& sends them far above.
She's rich with joy of may
have em all kept in a pile,
She rules the flora & fauna
& make em bow with a smile.
She's fire, she's ice
She's sweet, she's spice,
She's everything you need,
but careful, think before twice.//
Many many happy returns of the day bub. Have a great day!✨ @zoya_charmz
Eid Mubarak to all the peeps out there. Prosper with happiness.♥️
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@writersnetwork Thankew♥️ (26)
@mirakee #mask #wod #autumn.
She's fire, she's ice,
She's sweet, she's spice,
She's everything you need,
But careful, think before twice.
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fatema_sayyed00 66w
//Scared from the abyss of dark,
She now ignites the hope within spark.
Drowned in the ocean of dismay,
She now rides the clouds with gay.
Stabbed by the blade of sorrow,
She now breathes the vibes of morrow.
Frightened of the screems of gloom,
She now graces with blossom & bloom.
Infused with the shades of dread,
She now colours the shades of cascade.
Abused by the grief of anguish,
She now pens the ways to flourish.
Refused by the hand of aid in need,
She now helps em all with virtuous deed.
Accused for the aura of pain & misery,
She now hails the slogan of mercy.
Died in the mind & thoughts of her own,
She now wears the crown seated on the throne.
Indicted with the charge of torment & crimes,
She now transformed into the queen of rhymes.//
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@writersnetwork Thankew!♥️ (25)
@mirakee #wod #transform
The last min prep..
She's thorns on the roses,
The ink on the proses.
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fatema_sayyed00 67w
Another random one.
Yo, even i click some beaut pics.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #wod #iconography.
Darling,
Let me sink in the aura & inhale those rhymes
& Fade away like the shades of sunset at times.
©fatema_sayyed00 -
fatema_sayyed00 67w
Ig this prompt doesn't fits one liner but there you go.
@mirakee @writersnetwork #iconography #wod.
And if we were to bloom in that era,
I'd make you a Taj-Mahal of poetries with my love.
©fatema_sayyed00 -
fatema_sayyed00 67w
Wasn't on a break, had some tough times.
I sincerely apologize for not being able to read all of you these days. I also thank all of you who genuinely cared & asked for me.
The only social media platform which feels so close to my heart. Writting can either tear you or heal you, for me mirakee is healing.
& Yeah hopefully I am back! ♡♡
@mirakee @writersnetwork #moon #wod✿
I'll write poetries of the stars adoring the moon.
I'll write poetries of hoping to adore you soon.
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fatema_sayyed00 69w
♡
He peeps through clouds, to have a glimpse of me,
He adores mine more than his own beauty.
The only perciever of my sorrow & smile,
He blows the zephyrs to make me glee.
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fatema_sayyed00 72w
I still remember my very first home & how it felt to depart from there. Which made me write this 2 min random poetry. Idk if its worth it, but still i found it kinda cute.
I sincerely apologize to all my mates for not being so active these days. Ik i missed alot of posts but i'll be back, hopefully soon.
#bagpack #wod
@mirakee Thanks a ton for EC! (4)
@writersnetwork Thankew! (24) ♥️.
The highway across my window calls me loud & cheer,
The streetlights are dim & low, as darkness tends to appear.
The walls of my room hearts out my childhood scribbles,
A lion, a dog, few stars, few moons & a kitten little.
The balcony's where i accidently broke my arms,
While acting like ben10's big bulky fourarms.
My cute lil piano still works the same as 10 years back,
With the same old essence of childhood kept on the 3rd rack.
I get the nostalgia of my kitchen set within my few toys,
Which i used to play with my tution's clumsy boys.
Being the mother i used to shout & explain,
You should never let yourself wet in rain,
For i will scold you if so, better use your brain.
Oh, here i meet my place where i had this dupatta's swing,
All day into it, going round round, making ring-o-ring.
& There i would fall thump after my round,
Mother used to shout & say stop fooling around.
I can't explain the love this place holds into my heart.
Even far away the memories of here will never be apart.
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fatema_sayyed00 74w
♡
& If the moon stopped
hearing your poetries,
I'd be by your side
to inhale those rhymes.
©fatema_sayyed00 -
fatema_sayyed00 75w
Another random one.
@writersnetwork Thankew♥️
@mirakee Thankew for the EC!✨
#gogyohka✯
I ain't no moon.
Am the star in the sky
Which no one wishes for
But still adores
The fact of its existence.
©fatema_sayyed00
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harsh77 66w
©harsh77
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zoya_charmz 69w
Okay I removed lame for you. ❤️
Thank you guys for your appreciation.
@theinkdomain @fatema_sayyed00 @virtually_real
#languageart #Darlingtales.
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PLIGHT OF A DREAMER
And I wrapped up all my dreams under the mantles of my mortal body.
I'm drunk on all the dissaude they spat on me. My throat is burning in the hot liquor of anxiety and I don't want to get drunk anymore.
What's causing me to shrink away?
They isolated the dreamer in me and condemned her for believing in herself and abandoned her in a dark tunnel.
They retreat the passion in me to stop and play puppet to the past
And now the past creeps me at midnight appearing when I shut - eye.
They have locked up all the dreams inside me and Now I am choking.
Too hard to breathe and letting off those runny tears which I have been holding inside my swollen eyes for a long time, I began to write down the metaphors on a crumbled sheet of paper.
"Dreams can take flight only if they have wings".
So if you are reading this, Would you liberate the dreamer or will you clip off the wings?
©sunsetfetish
