Miraquill
Blues
Blue was the feeling i felt
because you left me alone in crowd
before even i could say a thing.
Boy, you promised me a lifetime,
blinded me with your lies.
breaking my heart was fine, but you
bled my soul dry.
©happie_sunflower
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happie_sunflower
33w
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Every time I see a sunflower,
I immediately think of you.
While the entire world was busy romanticizing rain,
You taught me to idealize
the sunshine
Turning back to darkness
And facing towards the light,
You spread seeds of joy,
Everywhere you go.
My girl,
How does it feel
To share your soul with a sunflower?
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happie_sunflower
93w
She was nothing more
than a silly little girl
crying over the moon,
the moment when
she desperately wanted him
to love her back.
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happie_sunflower
93w
And the irony is,
The poet who
used to romanticise
the rain yesterday,
Is now cursing the same rain,
For crushing the lives
of his loved ones.
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happie_sunflower
93w
Call me a foolish moth.
For you are the flame
that made me lovestruck.
Is it courage or is it cowardice?
I don't want to know
My mind knows no boundaries
As it is puzzled by your mysteries.
Your single embrace
Will surely set me ablaze.
But O darling.
I'm the only one to blame
For to drown in your light
is my forever aim.
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happie_sunflower
134w
Silly girl,
Carve up the love you carry in your heart,
And devour it yourself.
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Our lives are mere blips on the canvas of eternity
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While everyone else
censured her imperfections,
It was him,
Who saw beauty in them,
Just because,
those imperfections were a part of her.
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I loved him,
As I thought him to be strong.
But one day,
He cried like a baby on my lap,
Unveiling his disguise,
Showing his real self.
And from that day,
I started to love him even more.
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They called him heartless,
For his real tale remains untold.
The one who cared a lot
now resides in grave.
From the victim, resurrected a monster.
Once a prey,
Now a Predator
©happie_sunflower
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winter_moon
33w
When the dusk sets its wings free,
To open wide in the sky,
A demon is waiting for you on an unclothed branch
The silhouettes of leaves plunging on his face
While you keep singing your miserable hymns
The delicate curls on your forehead smell sweet,
While the drop of tear drips down your cheek,
Someone watches your face
softly burning by the blaze of the moonlight.
If love is as pure as a raindrop,
Then why did you classify it
In the contour of being an angel and the demon?
Can't a demon be an angel in love?
Now remember when the sun sets,
And your woes become wild
There is a demon falling in love
With your blood plugged scars
What could be more angelic than a demon falling in love with you?
Winter_moon -
I see you walking by
In the shadows of the night
I hear the whispering
From mouths full of lies
Saying I have a chance
With your every glance
All I can see is my desire
And the shadow of your stance
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alifzedd
165w
Read Morethrough the mosques chained in agony poured quotidian by broken devotees, we row our only boat, the only boat left in Kashmir.
floods have swept through every desert, bringing respite to whom?
i play 102.6 FM— a MOURNFUL voice takes each name so romantically, i might fall again
each name is dead.
postcards at the back, are grasping for air and eyes that lighten the burden, words scar them with.
each Saint has one, one from each voyager who lost her hope amidst tyranny.
tyranny, descendants preached.
the Saint autocracy, got bad-blood somewhere?
the oarsman read a letter,
poor soul jumped in the waters,
says he wants to elope with the floods.
says he'll die and will be remembered as a Saint,
foolish soul.
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" Saints have left the grievance and redressal system and are now looking forward to betray their vintage solitude"
the postcards call in sun and with the first arrival of wind, reduce themselves to ashes.
to only be immersed in the floods.
—102.6 says Goodnight
'Vasl' 'Unification' and other Sufi frauds,
calligraphically painted on each postcard,
i guess to console the lonely Saint?
our poor rower, another Saint lost to
drunk mysticism?
the oarsman comes on the deck again
says the afterlife's a joke,
" too much piety "
and off we row to the end of the flood waters
that drain at the dawn of eternity,
singing our own hymns,
—which are basically
" less piety, more poetry ".
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born_from_ashes
134w
LIGHTS
Sometimes, I wonder with all my might,
When I see, a small lamp, alight!
Of what nature, is it born, this light?
Why does it resemble, life's fight?.
When a lamp is lit, it's pure and bright,
Just like a soul, after nine months right.
Swaying and glowing, lively and gay,
Like an innocent, his senses allay.
Later at it's peak, it glows strong.
Like a youth, tending to be headstrong.
Casting all darkness, shadows away,
As an youth does, whose virtues stay!
It flickers, when it's fuel starts to end,
Just like a body, starting to bend.
It wishes to be trimmed, forgiven of it's sins,
Like an old, wishes for love of his kin.
Finally it dims and goes out at once.
Like life flees, in rhythm with heavenly dance.
Leaving the lamp behind, dark and cold,
Just like the dead, with their bodies old!
But what if the light, isn't pure?
What if it isn't virtuous anymore?
It'll just burn, with a malicious flame,
Burn others, and get burnt in it's game.
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theboywiththespecs
140w
I lost you on a seashore,
in plain sight, among a billion
grains of sun kissed sand
granules. You’re so here,
before me, yet so not. -
narft1011
140w
Ships in the sea
You Anchor meHold me close and we go far
The love we share will consume our hearts
Like a ship in the sea you'll Anchor me
As I guild our way across unknown terranes
Still we go no matter the dangers ahead
As long as we are together in the end.
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My unbridled emotions dribble
Through the ink of my quill
I cage them in words
Poetry blooms for eternity
©pocketsmile
