himanshi_sharma

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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

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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

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himanshi_sharma 7w

#words #writersnetwork #mirakee

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Words are the currency
that writer
pay for regretting.

©himanshi_sharma

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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

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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

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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

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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

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

©himanshi_sharma

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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

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himanshi_sharma 34w

#monostich #mirakee #wod @writersnetwork

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

©himanshi_sharma

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himanshi_sharma 34w

#monostich #wod #mirakee

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

©himanshi_sharma

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ak_anjali_daydreamzz 2w

All Rights Reserved
2 May 2022 4.04 pm

#weather

WEATHER MAGE

Your eyes have consanguineous seasons of their own
Summer, a sorcerer stalking betwixt lashes whilst gleaming gold
Spring, a floret-flooding adornment upon the gaze that lures Cupid
Monsoon, a galvanizing grief that waltzes in with a playlist of lofi
Autumn, a maroon muse who withers when memories spin
Winter, a weather mage that glows in flames while sealed with snow

And in the entirety of the sapient switch of clime
I yearn to be cwtched in your eyes that filmstrip dreams
And capture polaroids of my best moments, devoted to love
Wanderer in me has found a home in the prismatic sleeves of your heart

/ Delassating drought of my existence sprouted dreams
Drenched by the vicissitudes of your salubrious weather /

©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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weather mage

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daffodilpearlzz 2w

for the sunrises and good mornings~

it's a blessing to be the one who gets wished first everytime the sun rises or to wish first; for a morning filled with smiles and goodness brings subtlety to my poetries until the moon sets.

for smiles and eye contacts~

it's so heartfelt to meet some of your eyes on some days and get tucked in 'em for a few seconds as if forever, they never take off from each other's and the hangovers, they last as smiles on my face till it's another morning, another day.

for colors and artworks~

it's a pleasure, a feeling unexplainable, which takes over every other emotion my heart has ever felt, whenever I see art with the colors on it making patterns in my brain.

for your greetings and love~

it's something to be grateful for, to see you greet back to me whenever I do to you and witness love bloom in the barren lands within me; the way I open doors of my blocked rooms of love whenever I remember you is something strange and unfathomable to me and that is the beauty of the heart.

©daffodilpearlzz ~ Bhavya
Fri 29 Apr 2022
#grateful #beautyc

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i am still not a withered flower. nor a full bloom. but i bloom. and in these phases, i get the sunlight. i get the rain. the wind brought your love from nowhere.

©daffodilpearlzz

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fromwitchpen 4w

I search around the streets
That fire which now doused
When those mannequins blew blaze
Above the titfer of consequences
Gypsum or daisies, a cradle or lullabies
Seasons hum hymns of my screams
And I look at the skies
With queries so profound
Can't I be the star or an eclipse so far?
Or my smile is stuck with penury
In the bushes of those territories
Where no human is alive
Where only hearts sings
And graves are openly dried
On one side sits a saint all drunk
In this haze lays a drunkard
Preaching like a saint
Oh' how dual faced is this womb
Where I live, I spat out frowns
Looking equally ill in this fight
Drums, flutes and symphonies
Dancing up-on the cliff of my fingertips
And wide-eyed I descry an epoch
Where giggles are trapped
In layers of sarcasm reeking of
Deadly whites and blues in caves

Poison me with your soul
as you feel like that sip of wine
which made me a cu(b)e in
the glass of rancid verses

Burn me, kiss me —Repeat it again

I'm not that girl anymore
I'll gnash your lips if
you try to game me
in the name of love .

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You Don't Deserve Me Baby !

#pain

@writersnetwork JazakAllah :)

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I, a broken silhouette of a bard
Craves for few poems and metaphors
Under my pillow to fight the
Monsters under my bed
— pain
©fromwitchpen

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fromwitchpen 2w

I've debossed my t(y)ears
in the restless pages of
my diaries, chewing few
parables and hyponyms
with frozen forsythias
and my stomach is burning
with the mishanter caused
by polygons of melancholia
piercing so deeply my spine
and wall of my throat hath
gulped thy scent signalling
thy arrival in the backyard
of my home
~The home same as yours

Thou shalt not know but I
was waiting for you every
silent night when my quill
smelted into the verses I
tapestried on the autumnal
skies but my metaphors
broke down and in a second
I was necklaced with them

Three
Two
One

Inferno it was, torrefying my
bones as I fleetingly smouldered
into two syllables giving life to you

A poet .

Talking to the one who only can understand my yackety-yak thoughts –a #poet .

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Eid Mubarak. Taqabbal Allahu Minna Wa Minkum *-*

@writersnetwork Gracias ��

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Thoughts + words + blood + love
When you mix these in your mind
You can have a colloquy with the poet inside you, —Closest and fathomable' favourite and bounded.
©fromwitchpen

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writersnetwork 2w

Pain is the first step of a thousand miles waiting for you!

Everyone who has experienced pain knows what it is, but everyone’s pain is different.
@laxmi27 writes about the emotional responses of this experience.

What is pain? Share with the community in comments below.
Good one @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake @charolette @angelfizz88

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Pain is

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love_whispererr 5w

Because you missed the bad poet @milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake

#Fromabadpoet #night

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E p i p h a n y

Someday I'll just tear up those memories of
your kisses and betrayals
until they bleed metaphors in a forlorn night.

From a bad poet || bidya

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ak_anjali_daydreamzz 7w

All Rights Reserved
29 March 2022 1 am

#world Finally updated >.<
#map

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Lap of love's latibule

Seedlings of my love sprouted at
the light of faith, aflamed by your soul
Watered by your willowy warmth,
my tiny blue butterfly wings of hope
Bloomed into azurite bougainvilleas
of beaut and benignity
That singsongs of spring word-by-word,
lacuna lullabied by love-born lexicons
Here all my dreams rhyme with your smiles,
my moments are metered by your kisses
This irenic umbrage of unconditional love
is what I'd call our little world
Where we'd map myriad moons
On our sky of misty mauve

©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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fire_paradise_ 7w

#ten #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

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II Ten to be exact or bittersweet ; Meet my ruins there :

i. When will you be the one who'll let go off a heart and watch the night sky with no love there ?

ii . Will you be my sun forever or a heart to carry off with memories in my heart shaped necklace ?

iii . Will you make my eyes drunk or lips sweat with misery tears , from your tips

iv . Can you be for a night in my heart and a rise for my deepest secrets through my bosom of love

v. Do you have a desire to burn me in your hearth of love thoroughly through a night

vi. Does my absence help you a lot in life with butterflies to cheer

vii . Did crushed dreams meet your depths while I'm gone

viii. Are you feeling happy and content right now through your eyes and soul

ix . Was a dark night a sunrise for your sense or an abyss to glide on

x. Lastly , are you satisfied with your life to rely on , not a single absence but a hollow heart

©fire_paradise_

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luvnotes_challenge_host 7w

��CLOSED CHALLENGE��

#writersnetwork #miraquill #challenge #conceptprompt #cees_situations

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THIS CHALLENGE HAS ENDED

CHALLENGE OBJECTIVE: Many times throughout life, we experience situations that we thought would turn out horribly, but somehow or other, the situation turned out better than we ever expected.
In a poetic or prose rendering, tell us about one such situation that you personally experienced.
Do your best to address the following questions in your submission:
▪︎What were the circumstances?
▪︎Why did you think it would turn out horribly?
▪︎What did you learn from the experience?
▪︎Did it change your outlook in life?
▪︎What, if anything, do you attribute the unexpected positive outcome to?
▪︎Was it luck, fate, happenstance, a miracle, or something else?
One submission per participant, penned in English please.

REFRAIN FROM THE FOLLOWING:
-Plagiarism
-Heated political/religious topics
-Inappropriate language/content
-Offensive/foul language or topics
-Hate speech, harassment, or bullying

DURATION: This challenge will be open for 24 hours from the time of posting. It's over when it says "1d" in the upper right corner of this post.

MANDATORY HASHTAG: Please use #cees_situations for this challenge only.

TAGGING: When participating in the challenges, please tag this account, not my main one.

*Don't forget to support your fellow participants by checking out their submissions, commenting, and reposting!

*Please allow several days for me to see all of the submissions.

Happy writing!

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odysseus_2 8w

When I'm forlorn, a
a fresh rose is good enough
to refresh my mood.

Radiant petals
ooze sweetness and effulgence,
and symbolise love.

Graceful, pleasing and
fragrant, the rose fills me with
fascinating thoughts.

I tell my friends to
handle roses with care but
they ridicule me.

"It's just another
ornamental flower." they
dismiss my appeals.

How can it be so
when it's caught countless poets'
imagination?

I hate to see it
in a withered state though it's
inevitable.
©charudatta_kelkar

@miraquill

@writersnetwork
Thank you very much for the repost...

#flowerhaiku #wod #haiku #senryu

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Radiant petals
ooze sweetness and effulgence,
and symbolise love.

Graceful, pleasing and
fragrant, the rose fills me with
fascinating thoughts.

(Full piece in caption)
©charudatta_kelkar
©odysseus_2

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