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  • himanshi_sharma 3w

    #birthday #mirakee
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    Once a year I get the chance
    To wish you a birthday cheer ��
    It pleases me no end to say,
    I wish you another great year.

    So happy birthday to you Ani,
    From the bottom of my heart ��
    And may your good times multiply,
    Till they're flying off the charts
    @anirockz7

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    With a compassion may
    your ink travel
    and growl
    & the world pads
    Your quill.

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 7w

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #fireandice

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    His love is like a wildfire
    that no rain
    can stop,
    scorching my heart so softly
    that I had to become
    Ice to engulf the flames.

    ©Himanshi_sharma

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    His love is like a wildfire
    that no rain
    can stop,
    scorching my heart so softly
    that I had to become
    Ice to engulf the flames.

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 7w

    Words are the currency
    that writer
    pay for regretting.

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 8w

    #pod #wod #cees_query #mirakee #writersnetwork #notice @writersnetwork @luvnotes_challenge_host

    Thanks @miraquill for EC ������
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    Have you ever noticed the
    convulsed orange
    inch of the moon perching on the silver
    minute of the evening.

    Nature gives me a magical power inherent
    to weave in mind the lattice of light
    and shadow.
    To feel the shroud of surreal stillness
    as fields lying miraculously in violent silence.

    Fill with microscopic withering
    I learn what life teaches me ��
    I read her silly poems diligently and slowly
    writing myself Prolifically.

    Bursting with words,
    her rapture of a dream, I've shared sky's fantasy.
    I follow the unvisited signs
    and end up getting lost in the depth of dense tranquillity.

    As I walk on this path of life,
    not to live without fault but to thrive
    in its decadence.
    My footsteps crumple upon dry amber leaves
    to make the melody
    for my enchanted journey unfinished within.

    // Being a writer makes me feel alive,
    makes me feel like we all are travelling through
    a long road where all the
    people are minutely dead yet every white streak
    of healed tissues felt like a badge of honour
    Cause we L I V E D a
    L O V E D life.
    A life worth noticing,
    A life worth telling the stories about. //

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    // Being a writer makes me feel alive,
    makes me feel like we all are travelling through
    a long road where all the
    people are minutely dead yet every white streak
    of healed tissues felt like a badge of honor
    Cause we L I V E D a
    L O V E D life .
    A life worth noticing,
    A life worth telling the stories about. //

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 9w

    #life #wod #writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork @miraquill
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    If I could burst the epithets
    and breech cursed lands with language
    too ethereal to lament,
    I would have discovered life's amiss brilliance.

    I yearn for words to pulverize with life
    to Short-sighted the dreams
    and bring healing to whoever seeks it.

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    Life is beautiful,
    yet delusional
    I want to understand her
    But time eats me,
    Like a
    ғᴀʟʟ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏғᴛ ᴘᴇᴛᴀʟs ᴏғ
    ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ɴᴏᴡ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ.

    Life grows in adversity
    much like a flower in spring.
    Love is her seed
    and
    poetry makes her grow.

    Look
    Observe,
    this energy inside of you
    that's life
    singing hope ballads
    amidst the war of survival.

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    Of life and poetry

    Look
    Observe,
    this energy inside of you
    that's life
    singing hope ballads
    amidst the war of survival.

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 9w

    #wod #visit #city @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you very much @writersnetwork for the EC ����
    and thanks a lot @miraquill for making my day ✨����
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    ~ Which city should I visit
    is it where the
    apathy rains
    sirens howl and
    crime soars ~

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    ~ Which city should I visit
    was it fifties discussing the avenue in class,
    or is it now, 2022's marble & granite
    to steel and glass ~

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    ~ As I stand
    I watch and wait
    for what ruins
    what creates.~
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    // I will visit those cities
    like a morning sun
    to light the day. //
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    ~ Which city should I visit
    is it where the
    apathy rains
    sirens howl and
    crime soars ~

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 22w

    #wod #mirakee @writersnetwork #imppersonc #pod #horcrux #fluster
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    Life is about having hopes yet
    despair is everywhere.
    Funny how pain always sweeps through our hearts
    But ������,
    You Add life to me
    And when I witness it pulling away
    I lose my breath in the most spacious of places;
    surrounding your heart.

    Poetry never dies, nor does the love
    It becomes one and beats inside the poet's heart.
    ~ Love becomes You
    Like that hymn ~
    The melody of the song ringing in my ears -

    ❝ Afsos hota hai, Dil bhi ye rota hai
    Sapne sanjota hai, pagla Hua. ❞

    I see promises failing
    dreams shattering and
    the ache of our shattered heart is loud enough to be
    perceived through the ears.
    ~ And when all of our senses stop
    Love becomes our coffin.~

    I think my skies might just implode into
    fiery fluster
    looking through your eyes.
    A brightness in you where the sun takes
    my eternal sunrise.

    ❝ Meelon ke hain faasle tumse na jane kyu
    Anjane hai silsile Tumse na jane kyu. ❞

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    I believe there is a reason why I
    feel the skies talk to me every night.
    I believe your message is reaching me through the beams of the moon.
    What if,
    We are born here on earth and after we die,
    Our souls travel to another universe
    and relive the same story?

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    Horcrux

    ,

    .

    I believe there is a reason why I
    feel the skies talk to me every night

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 33w

    #kept #wod #mirakee @writersnetwork
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    // Apricot evenings and an incomplete love story -
    In a myriad of tints,
    my under-toned feelings keep
    uttering never ending epilogues to love.
    My heart
    began inking roses ,
    Until the love I wanted to find got lost
    in a conjured boulevard,
    Of falsehood
    and fairy tales.
    It's silence has quietly become my universe,
    as i pen in moon-like solitude
    memoirs of an unrequited love.

    ❝ - Self love is a baby ,
    that often loses its mother's hand
    in a town of fair and I just have to be patient
    enough to guide it back home. ❞

    // Mirrors and poetries -
    Poetry is like a mirror,
    which is held up to curious faces
    who read looking
    for their own reflections.

    ❝ I must open the mirror to my soul ,
    Sometimes,
    it's like returning to your true self.❞

    // Elegies and dried up emotions -
    Wearing a costume of conflicting emotions
    my eyes light up
    like tuscan sun cities ,
    I started writing elegies in search of the hue
    that departed from my grey shadow
    and headed towards the grave when my father
    decided to gave up on me
    because I was born as a girl .
    ❝ - Desolation took a bite from my moon.❞
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    ❝ - Self love is a baby ,
    that often loses its mother's hand
    in a town of fair and I just have to be patient
    enough to guide it back home. ❞

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 34w

    ~ Poetry :
    The ceaseless weaving of the deepest emotions. ~

    ©himanshi_sharma

  • himanshi_sharma 34w

    ~ Me and crescent moon ,
    all the stars chatter at twilight about the poems written on the night sky. ~

    ©himanshi_sharma