A spiraled book without much reference
@queen_butterfly not random . I thought I should tag you for kicking me to scribble something :-D/When you don't know what to write but just scribbled all the random stuffs together /
Writing out mind is kind of finding peace and letting go of things which wasn't able to be aloud . When added a little pinch of poetic words and artistic beauty the authentic dish of poetry is served . Embedding heart's Symphony with poetic clay and moulded in heat , the art is ready . It's easy but can it be this perfect till the world growth aprt and grey in all its means . I often wonder do people get to understand what I meant from soul through the mere synonyms I choose for them . Like sun set with the rainy evening and a hot mug of coffee , a quill and a lonely room in the middle of the loud city is something I wish . In the everyday race I miss me , nature and the beauty of the untold stories . Pen with half drained ink and earthy books are a part of the corner table for decades ; untouched , unfinished . I wonder when will I tell again a tale about heart and its smoky past in the present like a florists who tells stories through flowers . The moving train is the one I fantasized most when I was that little kid with no troubles . It move past everything . Nothing matters ! It Chase out the love of life , the skyscrapers , and zenith wonders in a blink . Do the existence of moment matters to everything and everyone ? I'm scared of being one such in this busy money maker's world . Let me be a little selfish in this , with my curiosity towards people , places , things and their life . I wish I'm that sky above everyone who can watch everything without hurting or middling in anyone's life which they paint in hues . To know about happiness , pain , love and all other beautiful emotions . I miss the beauty of seasons I tasted through you I miss the poetic world you brought to me.I miss the colours of your rainbowDarling , I hope to breath again through your poetic hues .---------------Dew drops touched ,little heat , flattering heart ,a blush , a glance ;Darling ,I miss the cold winters in your arms .©galaxymilky
Let it bloom right ?!
falling in love is a second chanceto rejuvenate and discover another you©galaxymilky
Paraprosexia. Toady on bosom ,Creeped the blood of cycle ;A minikin like flowerwas never to bloom with quiddity .Passage ; a nerve to suck , to kill But not in the life of that Hustler .Reeks in the odour of motivationHis essence - a diluted mix of passion and desire .It was the spring for leech on the backbonefrom one , to two , to infinity : it grow ,Like an amaranthine on a dolent psyche In the judgement circus !Lookout the loop ! ; Pneuma is dead alas .The Neverland of drained cells still vivid ,To write the story of a heterized exogenous ;The mourn of a fungus .Without a drive , end was soon for the soul Who was tried to try again To live as metanoia in a land of irenic ;For being a Refelibata in a latibule .The Hustler never cried ,Neither there was guilt nor the happiness .He moved up the ladders in sprezzature suitsFrom day to day to conquerAgain will the story be a success ? Tacenda is the only answer alive .©galaxymilkyWhen I stood in-between the Hustler and Self for the first time this place helped me to rethink . Thank you for the memories <3
Let the lady tragedy stike you and be a beautiful poetry for others
Tragedies cultivate memories for life time and poetries for forever .I bloom , wither , mould and decay within its verse.©galaxymilky
//rainy day.....a coffee mug, white curtains, window side . Glazing outside the strangeness of everything around when I feel warmth inside //radio sings in my ears"a leaf fall touched me in silence pouring beauty of life, cosmos took me in awe of its existence till far and away. "It is difficult to drop down the words , when a hurricane is settling inside a messy heart and soul . It is clear, sunny, transparent, bright and yellow with komorebi of sun , after long lasted heavy downfall days , stainless life brims in."wetty yet lively breathe of petrichortouched by feverish air. "SURVIVAL.Another jamais vu ? Claimed by the silence for another eternal love "You and me like spring and autumnwho hugs the summerand drenches the winter in rain "may be this time , the clock tick back or just sing his melancholy in deep voice for those wished listeners .For that one person and one percent he still sings ! HOPE.when walking alone in a busy road make me feel the hollowness in me . There I wish for a hug or a pat or may be someone to walk along with me to say "wait walk with me stay by my side hold my hand follow my lead "I wonder if rain got a chance to ask some to be with him when he gets ready to visit us .LONGING .Being alone is something I am used to . I fill my world with things that never talk to me or give me a word of solace but they heal me . And to loose one of them can dip me in tears . But there is always rainbow in me or I hide in it safe and sound . I feel secure there , just like a stray cat that got a home to live . Violet ~ Dreams Knight who shines in the shades of my bundled failures.Indigo ~ ShadowMaze runner without directions yet he runs and when night conquer the stage he intimates me.Blue ~ MemoriesPictures, voice records, letters, books, music cologne of thousand sleepless nights with starry sky.Green ~ SoulCompose and adapt to everything that comes the way ..,like nature acceptance blooms there.Yellow ~ Happiness Kite that broke the ties and flew with its undying romance for breeze.Orange ~ Face The best actor in me who shows a great picture of lies in reality Red ~ Pain and Love Tears that which I held back for someone else and graved wounds of untold words.// October is coming to embrace me with post monsoon winds and rain . And here I'm waiting for you to take a piece of your mind //FILLING.~anagha || ©galaxymilky @my_cup_of_poetry for you
What makes life moving is this longing to fit somewhere I could show all of me ,but time is proving everything is a myth / peace is in the graveyard where my pen still breathes and paper bleeds /©galaxymilky
=_=Credits : This may be good, bad or may just crossed the margin line whatever be it ..let it be ! This theme is inspired from @pen_and_paper's work .
A Tughluq's Reverie
Assiduous polity oath The labyrinthine commonAn ostensible tale of life And refurbished society As the speaker ,On behalf of Stars and God.With each faith They spread the stones of Dominance and PowerAnd on the board of gamblingMoney , the ladder to heavenCreate the new saints on earth .Shining in white and silverWith humble smile The speaker of God Become the new God ,And fortuneteller with Status and designation.On the terrain plain The ones with dreams of new hopes Followed the new bottled old rulesWith blindfolded hues of new SunshineAnd shades of prosperityFar from ocean of reality We ship together to that shore ,But never reached :As the end is still the endless lies .Again I'm getting myself ready to be blindFor another wealthy societyWithout suicides of farmers ,And unemployed youth And a society where Social equity is upheld But beautiful Canvas stays paintedWith a forever note on the side !©galaxymilky
Everything i wrote was the pain that felt but when turning back i miss my days of joy which never had a past .©galaxymilky
When you do the prettiest embroidery with pains , weave it on the finest fabric of happiness©galaxymilky
Just random ....
Poetry is #art and every art is a #poem
Her name was Mona Lisa
I don't look straightinto people's eyes,When I doI see her.I don't lookat the mirrorto see if my smilesmake me good at all;what if I don't see myself,but her?I don't lookat the mirrorto know how sleepymy eyes appearWhat if I don't see me at all,and only her?When my eyelidsturn sleepy enoughto close the corneathere's a reasonwhy I don't wash my face.What if I appear like her?When I pose for a photo,I wish the scenerybehind mewas blurredas it was in hers;because what if?What if I fit in,and we look similar?When I draw a picture,paint the shadows and highlights,I add a tinge of secrets to it,What if one day,it becomes what she is today?When I namethe characterof a story I penned,I wish she was named;I wish she was named like hers.And she was namedas though the world doesn't know her,every world has her.Her name was Mona Lisa.©daffodilpearlzz ~ BhavyaWed 24 Nov 2021
#quiet #ceesrepostsEC! GraciasThank you for the read WN❤️
A DROP OF THE OCEAN
Like driftwood, I waft into madness, rushed into the wilderness of a dazzling world. Neither brakes nor a safety belt, nothing to hold on to but my breath and gut. A frozen block of wood swept by the currents across deep seas. Life can't touch me, I thought. But life already did, scoring wrinkles with each kaleidoscopic sight passing by in a flurry. Now and then, I break out in chuckles, tickled by the magical light illuminating the sacred, before holding tight again. Each encounter, though, relaxes the grip a little.Tell me about the world—How will it be to scream my lungs out when catapulted by the gushing falls, plunging into the deep end of the whirlpool with a gigantic splash? — How does the air feel on my skin while stagnant in the tranquil creek? — What will I see and hear from the depths of the ocean bed? — I want to experience everything.Let the waves of insanity take me. ©queen_butterfly
7th EC @writersnetwork thank you ❤#quiet #wod #pod @writersnetwork @miraquill #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquill
Do you know?
Latent tantrums when peeps out of the corresponding gestures of rapacious multitude, The despodencies that caper and caterwaul in the midnights when everyone else is slumbering, And you get to know that your life is a bloody mess, And you don't find any cognitive therapy, Your shrieks are just a mere hassle for the surrounding geography, The volcanoes that keep on blazing, And you have no lethal weapon to shut them down, Just shoot them out with your ink and poetries, Remaining quiet and calm.©_spitfire_
I would want to succumb to death, but the desire to win the world of literature keeps me alive.©fairytales_
Ofc you miss me, I'm amazing. XD
Greedy beautiful traps
When death can't convince me to succumb;She lures me by saying Lets die again to rise glorious one more time.©bubbly_bluebells
"I claim to be this person not selfish not greedybut that's not me, it's hard to be"~ Raghav Meattle (city life)
ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ?
ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱyʟᴠɪᴀ ᴩʟᴀᴛʜ'ꜱɪꜱ ʙʟᴜʀʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʀᴇy ᴄᴀᴛᴀꜱᴛʀᴏᴩʜᴇꜱ,ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀɪʙʟy ᴩᴇʀᴇɴɴɪᴀʟꜱᴍᴜᴅɢᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅyꜱᴛʜyᴍɪᴀ.ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱyʟᴠɪᴀ ᴩʟᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇꜰʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ꜱʟᴇᴇᴩɪɴɢ ᴩɪʟʟꜱꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴄᴀʙɪɴᴇᴛ,ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴄʀᴀᴡʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛꜰᴏʀ 3 ᴅᴀyꜱ. ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱyʟᴠɪᴀ ᴩʟᴀᴛʜ'ꜱɪꜱ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏʙᴅɪɴɢɴᴀɢɪᴀɴ ᴀᴩᴇʀᴛᴜʀᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ "ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟʟ ᴊᴀʀ" ᴀɴᴅ "ᴅyɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛ." ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀ ᴏꜰ ꜱyʟᴠɪᴀ ᴩʟᴀᴛʜ'ꜱɪꜱ ꜱʜɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀ 30 yᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ ʀᴏᴀꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴍᴩɪᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜰɪʀᴇ ᴏꜰʟᴀᴄʜʀyᴍᴏꜱᴇ, ᴩᴏᴇᴛʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢɴᴇꜱꜱ.~The mirror of sylvia plath's ison the walls of many homeless souls,Please break it~©_ghar_
@fairytales_ @garima_jackson @the_charismatic_soul @gj_elev @tinytraces @_astitva_ #todayis
It's Nov 21 Sun 2021HAPPY BIRTHDAY BLO (@_astitva_)©todayis
What caused the night to permit stars shimmer Has the sky also started drinking the wine of humanity?Or the nightingale of equality escaped from the hands of God.Cause now the assembly of stars enjoy laughing at us ©faisal_hussain_haqqani_
I don't know how many miles I'll walk, neither do I know how many breathes I've left. But then, I know I have this moment.For just once, let's live. -a falling leaf.©shadowofthoughts_