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  • inkandfable670 6h

    I'm learning how to hold my tears within me and carry on my journey carelessly same as clouds and shed them where someone can understand those,

    I'm learning how to assimilate my shattered pices of my heart and again build it as it was before same like birds who again and so fastly repair their nest after crucial storm,

    I'm learning how to handle myself like sea which perfectly knows how and when to raise its voice and when to stay that much poised so that it can hear every single inkling of humans,

    I'm learning how to stay happy and smiling even after be neglected and unnoticed like that of abandoned flower which couldn't be a part of alluring garland still blooming happily in garden,

    I'm learning how to pour my loneliness, agony,unfulfilled desires and depression in my weary bands like Keats nightingale.


    #learning
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    @miraquill

    @writersnetwork thank you for the like♥️
    @miraquill thank you very much for selecting it as EC..
    It's really an honor...

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    I'm learning how to hold my tears within me and carry on my journey carelessly same as clouds and shed them where someone
    can understand those,

    I'm learning how to assimilate shattered pices of my heart and built it again as it was before same like birds who again and so fastly repair their nest after crucial storm,

    I'm learning how to handle myself like a sea which perfectly knows how and when to raise its voice and when to stay that much poised so that it can hear every single inkling of humans,

    I'm learning how to stay happy and smiling even after be neglected and unnoticed like that of abandoned flower which couldn't be a part of alluring a garland still blooming happily in garden,

    I'm learning how to pour my loneliness, agony,unfulfilled desires and depression in my weary bands like Keats nightingale.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 1d

    #end

    New born sun gathered more energy
    Shun more brightly
    Sunflower shrunken their leaves,
    tilted down their head seeing eve
    Slightly night knocked,dressed in star
    Studded,silky black gown,

    Spring after rejuvenating dead branch
    Again leave it alone to burn in summer sun
    Selfless clouds after reaching their destination
    Drenched them,lost their existence,
    Squandered in the air,
    Seeing arduous autumn coming
    Leaves wilted and fell by themselves
    And together burried under snow of winters:

    June brags about it longer days
    Unknowingly lost in illusions,
    Thinks,its longevity will stay whole year
    While shorter days of November
    Chasing it(june) fastly with their tiny steps,


    These days, these ages,these face and
    These light,dark shades
    That we all try to hold like prats
    While it's written in their fate
    Whenever it will required,
    Without any previous notice or plan.


    #wod
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    End:Impromptu,Unpredictable.

    These days, these ages,these face and
    These light,dark shades
    That we all try to hold like prats
    While it's written in their fate
    Whenever it will required,
    Without any previous notice or plan.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 2d

    Life is a barren field with frozen snow
    Since when humanity was brutally murdered
    And burried beneath it
    Since then samplings of peace trying hard to bloom
    On the fully frozen surface,which freezed seeing
    Those cold hearts which neither shed even a tear
    When human assassinated it (humanity)
    Without any fear,
    Life is a barren field with frozen snow
    Still waiting for the mild warmth of heart
    That could break the curse of infertility,
    Let the buds of happiness and peace blooming
    Resurrect the soul of humanity.

    #metaphor #wod
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    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork thanks for ❤

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    Life is a barren field with frozen snow
    Since when humanity was brutally
    Murdered and burried beneath it
    Since then samplings of peace
    Trying hard to bloom
    On the fully frozen surface,which
    Freezed seeing those cold hearts
    Which neither shed even a tear
    When human assassinated it
    (humanity) without any fear,
    Life is a barren field with frozen snow
    Still waiting for the mild warmth of heart
    That could break the curse of infertility,
    Let the buds of happiness and
    peace blooming,
    Resurrect the soul of humanity.



    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 3d

    Inspired by Shakespeare's Macbeth


    MACBETH'S LAST SOLILOQUY:

    "There would have been a time for such a word.
    Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
    Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
    To the last syllable of recorded time,
    And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
    The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
    Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
    That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
    And then is heard no more: it is a tale
    Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    Signifying nothing."

    _________________________________

    #art

    Deceived by three witches
    Or should I call it your (Macbeth) greed
    In other fascinating words
    Known as your ambition with sovereignty,

    To succeed, you made a heinous plan
    Along with your wife recognized as fourth witch
    One night Invited King Duncan for a feast
    Murdered him brutally, father like personality,

    The ambitious boiling in your blood
    Made you blind fold,shed red flood in country
    To covered up the stains of your crime
    Used the blood of bezzies, kith and kins
    But at last got nothing but a tragic end,

    O greed, you enjoyed lady Macbeth
    Walking madly in her sleep,
    Washing her hand again and again,saying,
    "All the perfumes of Arabia will not
    Sweeten this little hand".

    You amusingly relished that scene
    Where listening his wife's death news,
    Macbeth uttered last soliloquy,runs restlessly
    In his castle seeing Birnam wood coming to him.

    O greed, you died with him when he said-
    "I sink,I sink,-my soul is lost forever! - Oh!",
    But again resurrect in many hearts,
    Oh greed remember you too will die
    As life is a tale told by an idiot
    Where your petty part stays until
    Conscience and repentance appears.

    @writersnetwork
    @miraquill

    @writersnetwork thank you so much for this honour ��❤

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    O greed, you died with him when he said-
    "I sink,I sink,-my soul is lost forever! - Oh!",
    But again resurrect in many hearts,
    Oh greed remember you too will die
    As life is a tale told by an idiot
    Where your petty part stays until
    Conscience and repentance appears.

    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 3d

    I wish dancing words on rhythm of a poem
    Had some spell and charm
    Through which they could captivate the souls
    And could sing the tale they want,

    I wish the brush an artist holds
    The paper on which colours are poured
    Had the power to conjure
    That opens up the eyes of those
    Who behold the art work with eyes closed
    And tell them why the colours are pale and bold,

    I wish, the tunes, a musician plays had little wings
    So, that they can enter in hearts of human beings
    And whisper the melody he is humming in him,

    I wish,the gentle moves of ballerinas
    Could create a euphoric world, which
    Invite the angels, fairies and nymphs
    To dance along with them,

    I wish, the pen could portray what
    the writers exactly feel
    The brush could paint what the
    painter wants to reveal
    The tunes could sing the lyric of
    singer's escaped thoughts
    The footsteps of ballerinas could
    express those pain sitting silently in their hearts.

    @writersnetwork thank you so much...you gave it first like��❤

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    Art

    I wish, the pen could portray what
    the writers exactly feel
    The brush could paint what the
    painter wants to reveal
    The tunes could sing the lyric of
    singer's escaped thoughts
    The footsteps of ballerinas could
    express those pain sitting silently in their hearts.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 4d

    Pain shattering heart like mirror,it's broken pieces piercing my soul, making me scream in my silent groan.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 5d

    #pastoralpoem #rhyme


    From the chaotic life of developed plains
    I moved to green rural mountains
    Where air was serene and fresh
    Roads were free from rush
    In that little bucolic town,

    Tranquility, solace I found
    Compresses, Fers and Pines
    were touching sky,
    At night decorated with fireflies
    I can gaze them for age
    From the bench near the lake,

    All music turn mute,when
    cataracts moves on stone
    Tapping sound of horse's hoof
    Clearly heard from roof

    Clouds seems so low when
    you stand on peak
    You couldn't catch them ever
    same like dreams,then
    The cool breeze of contentment
    hugs you from behind
    And then your restless soul
    again becomes refind.

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    #wod
    @writersnetwork
    @miraquill

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    Clouds seems so low when
    you stand on peak
    You couldn't catch them ever
    same like dreams,then
    Cool breeze of contentment
    hugs you from behind
    And then your restless soul
    Again becomes refind.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 1w

    I haven't wrote any journal before but miraquill your continuous challenge about journal made me write this one...

    ____________________________________

    #journal


    Dear miraquill,today, I'm going to unfurl my heart,actually my heart with all its mistakes,errors and errands looks like a dahlia flower,countless petals big,small,furled and unfurled but you have allowed to unfurl only three of them,so I have to choose the three most important.
    When I gathered those three in one,they took form of a clover.Yes, a clover that could be easily find in every garden of mistakes that blooms in everyone's life:

    The first petal depicts the story of masquerade party of life where sometimes I saw people's bare face and often alluring masks,sometimes people removed their mask but still I couldn't see their true faces.
    Basically,I failed many times to see people's real shades.

    The second petal which hurts me a little more as it reminds me those castles of imagination and expectations that I builded amidst the green blooming spring woods,I wouldn't say unknowingly,as I knew that one day summer (reality)will burn it's tombs and winter(regrets)will demolish it's whole structure.

    The third petal sings those unheard sonnets which I murmured with anger,anguish and frustration whenever someone mocked at me or sometimes when I wanted to ask questions but I couldn't as I wasn't able to sing it aloud at that moment.
    May be I hadn't approprite words or may be hadn't enough courage.

    ______________________________________

    #wod
    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork


    A little bit busy,read you all soon.

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    Dear miraquill, today, I'm going to unfurl my heart,actually my heart with all its mistakes,errors and errands looks like a dahlia flower,countless petals big,small,furled and unfurled but you have allowed to unfurl only three of them,so I have to choose the three most important.
    When I gathered those three ¹in one,they took form of a clover.Yes, a clover that could be easily find in every garden of mistakes that blooms in everyone's life.

    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 1w

    OCEAN OF LOVE - compassion and love given by our family,friends and other loved ones.

    BARGE - soul

    VOYAGE - life

    SHORE - death.


    #start #wod
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    We are on the ocean of love,
    Sailing on a barge,our voyage may be short or longer but surely will end one day and then we have to bid farewell to it, to meet the shore.
    ©inkandfable670

  • inkandfable670 1w

    Sky is blur
    Leaves seems dull
    Sun isn't energetic and bright
    Poised lake isn't showing any inkling
    Casting charm of calm
    Green grass turned pale crimson,
    Pale are pampas,
    Faded farm,aligned trees across them
    Has no leaves but bare dead branch,
    Seems as autumn has occupied
    The whole year from my life
    Like falling leaves on a windy day
    My soul flaking hopes to resurrect
    As fresh blossoms in coming spring.


    #like #wod
    @writersnetwork
    @miraquill

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    Sky is blur
    Leaves seems dull
    Sun isn't energetic and bright
    Poised lake isn't showing any inkling
    Casting charm of calm
    Green grass turned pale crimson,
    Pale are pampas,
    Faded farm,aligned trees across them
    Has no leaves but bare dead branch,
    Seems as autumn has occupied
    The whole year from my life
    Like falling leaves on a windy day
    My soul flaking hopes to resurrect
    As fresh blossoms in coming spring.
    ©inkandfable670