Miraquill
Love's Logic
As love wishes
My heart beats
Yet tears fall
Stiffing emotions will pass
Keep my love in your heart
Keep my memories in your mind
Keep my salutations in your speech
Keep my name on your tongue
Happy events now sad memories
It doesn't matter if it's temporary
Or it turns out permanent
It doesn't matter if it's good or bad
It'll shoot like a star in the end
©honeyedmaryam
13/05/2022
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Happiness intoxicates
love you waste time
hate you waste tears
trust an oath not yet
caught between contrasting emotions
to stay or to leave
to love or to hate
to forget or reminse
to leg go or to hold on tight
©honeyedmaryam
13/05/2022 -
BOY ON A WHIM
One day on a whim ...he asked
Who am I
Am I the moon or the Shadow in it ?
Can anyone tell me where I stand
Have I chosen the right path?
He asked
I fear those close to me
Will they betray me?
Am I the ashes or the raging fire ?
Am I the air or it's wave
Should I bear my soul or break my heart ?
Can anyone tell me who I am
Do I have a purpose?
Does my existence even matter?
Should I keep fighting or give up? He asked
Whose shoulder do I cry on
Who is there to lay my head upon ...he cried
I've found myself
I'm one with myself
The world taunts
I'll abandoned all ties with you
Why do the big world suddenly seemes to small
Why?
Suddenly my hair has learnt to bounce
Suddenly my stain have learnt to vanish
Suddenly the window have begun to tickle me
Suddenly the chairs have begun to tickle me
Suddenly my wailing heart begun to roar like an
hungry lion
Suddenly every little thing is bringing me joy! -
DEVOUR
lost control of my head
sealed away uneventful memories
tried finding the thread of our connection
but stifling emotions hinders me
my consciousness fights to keep sane
but she takes control and messes up with my entirety
©honeyedmaryam
09/04/2022 -
SPECULATION
Having no grievances to tell
Therefore no guilt to hide
If I have no love to give
There'd be no feelings to display
There are no sentiments to showcase
Hence no hate to demonstrate
I have no memory to recollect
Therefore no impression to make
©honeyedmaryam
22/03/2022 -
honeyedmaryam
10w
VERBOSE
Spring at the end of a mountain
Floral fragrance in the sun
Cold on the edge of the woods
Frosted flakes adorns the sky
The fierce flames flow along the river bank
Leaving a trail of ash in it's wake
Piece of love laid tattered in the way
The heart that one loved laid cold in death
19/03/2022
©honeyedmaryam -
VERBOSE
Spring at the end of a mountain
Floral fragrance in the sun
Cold on the edge of the woods
Frosted flakes adorns the sky
The fierce flames flow along the river bank
Leaving a trail of ash in it's wake
Piece of love laid tattered in the way
The heart that one loved laid cold in death
19/03/2022
©honeyedmaryam -
EFFLORESCENCE LOVE
Planted you in my heart
Nurtured you till you bloomed
Open the door to my heart
You've been living there
Love a person
At the cost of a lifetime
The future doesn't seem so alarming anymore
Knowing I'll have you with me all the time
©honeyedmaryam
28/02/2022 -
ALLUDE
Flowers bloom and people grow
Trees sway as people move
Rose's thorn and evil hearts
Wilting leaves and dying souls
©honeyedmaryam
26/02/2022 -
SPIRAL
I have no mundane desires
Similarly no arcane requires
Sorrow tends to be the outcome of reality
So leave me be to wallow in self absorbing fantasy
A Spectoral intuition
An auroral matrix
A confusing array
My wishes are as fictional as a spring dream
Exquisitely marvelous yet ultimately fabricated
©honeyedmaryam
25/02/2022
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virahela
13w
PAST LIFE LOVER
Our ancient souls meet
When our light fades, and the darkness breach, left us nothing but grieve
But we both recognise the calling
Two hearts that bind in knots
Reunite in the art of love
©virahela -
sumayah_ams
15w
Walk on my heart barefoot
Dear love,
Walk in the alley of this heart barefoot.
On the right
could you sniff the roses you planted that November.
Or the scars you plucked on weathering July?
In the air
could you inhale the aroma of our first stumble.
Or the first salaam you uttered and i replied?
On the left
could you see the honey browns that never met
Or the pitch dark lashes that never rebelled?
In the corner
Could you see the olive green shirt you wore.
Or the dark black loafer which adorned your heels.
Or the misty view of black watch that embellished your right wrist.
Or the pair of spectacles that concealed your deep browns.
On the ground
Could you see your footprints untouched.
The one you left on the November's night.
// Where did this fondness comes from.
We only met for once.
We only spoke for once.
Our eyes met for once never
But our heart accepted us
For once and forever //
©sumayah_ams -
miraquill
14w
Read MoreSadness is a complex emotion that all of us have felt. Sadness often gives birth to the most poetic literary pieces. --Today, write a poem or prose about sadness.-- Tag with #ofsadness and share. #wod
Sadness
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Dear Loneliness
You cut wings of
Doves and force
Them to fly.
Pluck dandelions,
Only to throw them
In fire.
Give hopes to
Ailing hearts
Then feed apathy,
To cripple their life.
The prayers that
Taste you turn
Into dirge.
The things you
Touch are declared
As spoils of war.
So ingrained are
Sins in you,
That even after
Washing your soul
In the volcano..
The taints still glow,
The guilt still grows.
Your heart hangs
In air now, with
No-one to hold.
Leaving you to
Wonder if that's
Really a curse.
Dear loneliness,
I will break from
Your shackles.
I shall not live in
Vain tonight.
©unsung_seagull -
THE MIRAQUILL TIMES
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1. India successfully test-fires new generation Agni Prime missile off Odisha Coast.
2. UK sees record daily Covid-19 cases for 3rd straight day.
3. Two Naruto novels get Manga adaptation in 2022.
4. The Supreme Court has allowed the Medical Counselling Committee to conduct 4 rounds of AIQ counselling for 15% UG and 50% PG seats.
5. Bruce Springsteen sells his entire music catalogue for $500m.
6. Researches recently found that there's "striking" impact of covid-19 pandemic on adolescent mental health. Stay secure.
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¹ @lunarwolf reaches 500 followers. Congratulations to you!
² @inkandfable670 Congratulations for hitting it to the Post of the Day.
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1. North Korea and Cuba are the only places you can't buy Coca-Cola.
2. The world's quietest room is located at Microsoft's headquarters in Washington state.
3. All giant pandas in zoos around the world are on loan from China.
4. The scientific term for brain freeze is
"sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia".
5. Back when dinosaurs existed, there used to be volcanoes that were erupting on the moon.
6. Daniel Radcliffe was allergic to his Harry Potter glasses.
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¹ @unsung_seagull is amazing writer, make sure to check him out.
² @nityatiwari__ We're happy to see you back here. Welcome back!
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dekh toh dil ke jan se uthta
hai Ye dhuan sa kahan se uthta hai. gor kis Dil-jale ki hai ye falak Shola ik subah Yan se uthta hai Khana-e-dil se zinhar na ja Koi aise makan se uthta hai
ᵗʳᵃⁿˢˡᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ :
My heart you sight or my soul;
there it arose.
Fumes darted right, from where it arose?
O Sky! Whose, burnt- heart is buried in this grave?
A fireball- first light there it arose. 'Never leave the room of my heart' I felt Seeing you in the house quite the way you arose.
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Passel - large number or amount of
something.
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◍ Buniyad - Hindi song by The yellow diary.
◍ Love We're Made From Porcelian by Run it's the kid.
◍ The Whistleblower SONYLIV
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You know you're a writer when, you've found yet another way to procrastinate instead of actually writing.
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We'll be taking a break on Sundays. So see you all on Monday.
©miraquill_news_express -
antarraal
36w
Read More#argument #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwark
Thank you for the love @writersnetwork and @miraquill for the continuous encouragement.Nothing lasts forever
Huh, really, that's the biggest farce
spread like thick fatty butter
on the crispy toast of life.
Sounds so inspiring
but in reality
every hurt, pain, joy, regret, excitement
that makes us, inspire us, cajole us, despair us,
all that stays with us
till we reach our grave.
The cobwebs of childhood
blocks the arteries of youth,
and gnaws the spine of adulthood
like termites and you say
nothing lasts forever.
The sunny mornings full of love
and laughter spread its cheerful blanket
yet loses frequently to storms of frustration.
All that horror stays and lasts for ever.
Hidden in the labyrinth of mind,
those skeletons sleep, and then
some words or an incident or something
cruder, like a strong gust of autumn wind
awakens the skeletons
leaving you shaken, cold and alone
for everything lasts forever.
©antarraal -
ronan2
41w
Devotion
Love at first sight?
No, dare I might
believe in love,
at every sight.
Throughout every day
and the entire night.
During winter’s chilly bite
And summer’s sun so bright
I will hold you tight.
Loving you, at every sight.
©ronan2 -
Death of a poet
It is the death of a poet
That fluent voice the fills
By texture of paper
Swirl of pen
The empty verses
That suffocates the dream.
It is the death of a poet
That fades upon a horizon
Into the vast empty sea
Where once letters twined
Drilled and hummed
Their magic in mid air.
It is the death of a poet
That festers nothing more
Than yawns and tapping fingers
Nothing retained, seldom witnessed
And for all the effort
Nothing from it brings.
©Alisdaire O'Caoimph -
I find my way back
To conversations you left behind.
I dig on the words, on the promises
That you walked away from.
Just like that, in the middle of a sunny day
A rock pulls me down with bitter weight of memories.
I crawl, pause, crawl, trying to reach home,
Only to find you at every door .
Tears must be heavy to bear,
And most of mine scream your name.
What do I do to give this love away?
I have only known it,
For corroding my teeth, for popping blisters on my heart.
The day after we said goodbye,
I thought I had almost died.
Our paths never crossed for good,
We brought death in a bottle of wine.
And I remember you,
Trying to unlearn you.
But the truth cuts my throat.
I love you but sometimes,
I'd rather die than have to feel this way inside .
©lettersforhim -
suranjana__
44w
Read More#start #homec #pod #suwn #suquill
@writersnetwork you know i love you(9)
@miraquill thank you so much for making my day the best .
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@fairytales_ and thanks to you for enjoying your sister's pod and to everyone. dii i just don't know how to react.
this is my first ever pod i was waiting for this so much and now i am like just mute. ��♥️
thank you everyone!! you are a part^_________^
i soon would reply..H-O-M-E
E-ndings are not always
as peaceful as sunsets
they conceal string of veins
played in a howling rhythm
while one vacates day and night
into hell's magma of perpetual pain
by foam of wretched blaze.
M-umma and papa packaging bags
of thrown out knitted nerves
of love and warmth
of kisses and hugs
connecting the key of promise
with the lock of sacrifices they said
" we have to die now."
i grabbed them in my heart
with a tight fabric of alphabets
that were dropping from my mouth
as if i was vomiting fountain of
shattered voices.
O-ne and the other
ashes upon ashes
of good people dying in stairs
some in wardrobes, in bathroom,
in the living room and on the roof two
grandparents clutching hands
while death embedded them
singing a lullaby for lungs and heart
uncle and aunty yawning
for the expiry date
of muscles, of skin, of bones
that would fondle with the soil
of a startle graveyard
hanging in our dead cells.
H-owled we
while parents of our lied on the deathbed
scribbling hues imperfect
in the dark grey sky
portraying their photographs
of withered eyes and ears
of broken nose and nerves
of chopped hands and hairs
of deceased arteries and abdomen
of prisoned veins and vocal chords.
scars and wounds embraced them
and left us alone
in the dark vault.
i gulped fear and
swallowed melodies of trauma
and then a hand whirling in the roof
took away my sibling in its arms
with a tale of another death
i holded the curtain
gulping another fear
i scripted a poem for my home
for the deceased people
to take away me
and the home shook
and whispered death
you are mine.
©suranjana__
