Miraquill
I'm Iron
As each day goes by
I think I'm turning into iron
My tears hurt my eyes when I cry
Coz they seem like welder's sparks.
And yet I don't feel strong like iron
But rather rigid like it
My nape feels so rigid that
I'm afraid it might break like a thin rusted piece of iron if I move much
I need warmth
A lot of it
So that I can be molten like iron
And mend myself
I'm not broken
Neither I require corrections
But it's not easy to stay rigid for long
Coz heart yearns to melt
Melt like ice does in coffee
Breaking down molecule by molecule
And filling periphery of it with aroma
To melt one's self is to mold one's self
Let things and people do that to you
Life gets a little less hard that way.
©kridha1034
kridha1034
in love wid writing..
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kridha1034
24w
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रंग मेरा है उस चाय का
जिसे आप बड़ी चाउ से पीते है
रंग मेरा है उस माटी का
जिसपे उगाया हुआ खाते है
रंग मेरा है उस मटके का
जिसकी शीतलता को भाते है
रंग मेरा है उन सारे स्वभावों का
जो काले और सफ़ेद के बीच जूझते है
हाँ रंग है मेरा सावला
पर , सवाल रंग का आया ही क्यों?
सुंदरता और समझदारी की इस परीक्षा में
आखिर रंग को बीच में लाया ही क्यों?
©kridha1034 -
kridha1034
58w
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That Star I see
Near to Moon,
is not so lonely.
I agree not so lively too.
Before I say what I felt about this sight
And how my insides pretty much had a fight
I would like to share
What I didn't feel...
In an hour of, me staring into the starry sky
I didn't feel that
The star was admiring moon
For having scars worth loving
For giving light worth keeping
For being the beauty worth looking.
For a moment,
A rock of realization hit the deepest chord of my heart.
It took a moment more,
To actually feel it.
Then one more,
To understand it.
But until an hour passed,
I didn't know that
What I felt
wouldn't heal in a moment or more.
That star never admired the Moon
If anything, it pitied her.
It pitied her
Because the metaphors ; didn't
It pitied her
Because people who appreciated for standing alone; didn't.
It pitied her
Because considering all the people loving her didn't actually made her any feel better.
It pitied her
Because she didn't know all this.
How would she?
She was, is and will forever will be lonely.
Stars are distant too.
Some are soo far that they seem alone too.
But deep down it knows
That it isn't lonely...
There are others out there just like her
It has a sense of being similar.
Being different makes moon unique
But until it knows that
She is being called unique
She is being loved
She will always be at pity of a star.That star never admired...
For a moment,
A rock of realization hit the deepest chord of my heart.
It took a moment more,
To actually feel it.
Then one more,
To understand it.
(Full poem in the caption)
©kridha1034 -
kridha1034
107w
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My shadow in the moonlight
Shallow black in dim white
They say,
In dark even our own shadow leaves
How can anyone else stand up to our dreams?
But trust me,
Far away, my shadow too screams
tryin' to help me conquer the realms.
Even in slightest light
My shadow was back in sight.
People we love are same as shadow
In dark, they want us to grow.
In our darkest scary nights
We feel they don't lend a hand
But darling! its because they know
it's you' who need to stand
They just hide
Even being your side
coz, they know
This time 'you' need to row
It is your boat of dreams
you're bound to fight the streams
And when you seem to drown
Instead of winning a crown
Just like your shallow shadow
They come back to help you row.
This is what I see
This is how I think
Even when all light flee
My heart did never sink.
My shadow in the moonlight
Shallow black in dim white.
#mirakee@aryan_bhagath_writes#pod@carolyns_challengesShadow
This is what I see
This is how I think
Even when all light flee
My heart did never sink.
Please read the caption...
©kridha1034 -
kridha1034
109w
You can just scream of 'Yesterday'
You can just dream of 'Tomorrow'
But to make your dreams
scream songs of success,
You just have 'TODAY'
-Shravya Pandre -
కళ్ళతో కట్టి
కనురెప్పల్ని కాపలా పెట్టి
వేయనా వలపు వల?
పెదవుల పైకి
మనసులోని మాటల్ని నెట్టి
నేయనా నా కల?
మత్తులాంటి మాయలా
గమ్మత్తైన హాయిలా
నీ గుండె గదిలో అద్దె దిగి
ఉండిపోనా యజమానిలా?
©shravyapandre -
kridha1034
109w
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As humans, we lie
Hiding the true feathers,
In the innermost shelves.
More than to others
We lie to ourselves.
We lie,
Coz we are unaware,
That we do care.
We lie,
In the name of being strong,
But it's utterly wrong.
We lie,
Of not being afraid
When we do need aid.
We lie,
Of not being in love
Assuming it's just for now.
We lie,
Of not being jealous
And pretend to be zealous.
We lie,
To ourselves coz we hope
Denial will help us cope.
But darling!
Unless we feel
We don't heal.
-shravya pandre
@the_4th_letter_of_the_alphabets@aryan_bhagath_writes@feeling_143@mirakeeAs humans , we do lie.
Thinking that feelings are not to buy.
But darling!
Unless we feel
We don't heal...❣️
©shravyapandre
Do read the caption please... -
kridha1034
109w
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If our souls are
pounding to get entangled
let them...
If our eyes never
get tired of searching each other
so it be...
If we are no similar
and yet, we like it
go with it...
If we are not sure
yet can't let go
don't let go...
Maybe we are
already in love...
Maybe our minds
are lil confused...
Let it be the way it is
U can't get over with all ease
Let's not call it 'love'
at least not just now
Before we name
Let's feel it first...
-Shravya Pandre
@aryan_bhagath_writes@mirakeeLet's not call it 'love'
at least not just now.
Before we name
Let's feel it first...
-Shravya Pandre
Delight lies in the caption... -
kridha1034
112w
Confession of Court room
My walls have heard the cries
that the judge couldn't.
And have caught the lies
that the barrister wouldn't.
My floor has witnessed
trembling feet
few have confessed
Though it was a feat.
People curse the courtroom
saying" for justice, it has no room"
I'm not guilty
this system is.
Where they play filthy
and lie with such ease.
They cover truth
with too many lies
When felt like loosing
they stick to shallow cries.
I'm as pious as a temple
Only if u lie not
I'm tired of defending myself
now to help you, I need help
a place when silence shouts
to light law silhouettes.
-Shravya Pandre -
kridha1034
115w
I don't want to write
about "my story of everyday"
I want to have a new story
to share every day.
both are different...
-Shravya Pandre
-
odysseus
71w
Read MoreA tiny story (Lanturne)
Syllable count
1:2:3:4:1
Occasionally ������������
(Sorry for not commenting...but I do a lot of silent reading here)
#mirakee #writersnetwork #balance #lanturnepoem #lanturne
@mirakee @writersnetwork #love #life #poetry #thoughtsShe
tried to
balance her
job with her love
life
And
he tried
his best to
manipulate
her
She
believed
that his love
was selfless and
pure
Her
soft heart
cried when the
truth dawned upon
her
Much
wiser,
and wounded,
the poor girl left
him
Love
blooms in
the presence
of respect and
care
It
can't bloom
where greed rules
and where there's no
care
©odysseus -
ckfilvan
26w
Read More0161408 #folkmyth #myth 0211811 #start #ceesreposts
To whom it may concern:
Lovers of excellence rather than favoritism. Terrific poets
@lazybongness @soulfulstirrings @kin_jo @heartsease @siddharthajana @love_whispererr @unspokenpen1927
@heartsease an strikingly amazing writer. A gem, I'd say
@murryben who showers her love for a struggling poet. I miss you
More often than not miraquill is blind to some work, writersnetwork deaf to your calls. It matters not to me as long as you poets have a word on mine.
I am grateful that out of four or five poems which miraquill has read so far, I won two #pod. And that's really great.
Yeah as a young child learning to write, I feel down when my teacher pays no heed.
And it acts as a balm when you stop by to read my little poems.
Hoping you would love this myth.
Sending my love to you.
Let's me conclude with this song.
There's talk on the street it's there to remind you
Doesn't really matter which side you're on
You're walking away and they're talking behind you
They will never forget you 'til somebody new comes along
NEW KID IN TOWN, THE EAGLES
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GLOSSARY/ FYI
Dumsari - The realm of the Seven Mountains
Leichinian - Inhabitants of the Dumsari Hills
Longvar - the protagonist, a man
Dilia - a nymph, and the love of Longvar
LONGVAR AND DILIA
‘How can I doff off your peerless beauty,
Your careless laughter of a nightingale,
Your step in the fashion of spring-time,
And your curls of midnight black?’
Alas! Longvar’s betrothed was gone,
Banished from the land of Dumsari
For the Leichinian deemed the nymph
Not a creation of the same hand.
‘My dear, Dilia,’ wailed young Longvar,
‘What’s become of the vow we made?
Oh, would that my heart were a stone!
I been waiting for the love I have for you
To fall off and desert my grieving heart,
And sure like every season autumn comes
With all its fall, but fails to shake off
For once your image crafted in my heart.’
Wildings bowed in commiseration,
Wild bees arranged their lullabies,
And curled up in her boudoir she lay
Drowning in the sea of her sorrows;
No, nothing could offer consolation
For separation of two souls in love
Is too great a scene to paint in words –
What’s a river divorced from its water.
‘My love,’ cried Dilia, ‘I send my bluebird,
It will convey you my state of despair.
My bones are cold like a chilly winter
My heart hollow like a dead flute
Though upon bed of scented flowers I lie,
Though wrap in a blanket made of fireflies.
You alone are the flame to warm my soul
The melody to fill my hollow space.
Though a Leichinian I am not, the love
For you I have is true to last a lifetime;
Though sevenfold death may part us
To you only shall I bind my soul.
Sure as the rain reaches the sand
And rivers reach the sea, I will look
For a dwelling made of your bones,
And therein lay my panting heart to rest.
Longvar upon knowing wept like a child
‘How can my love, my life be banished?
How can I call such place a heaven
Which has no room for my dearest one?
No joy and bliss do I foresee in heaven
If living in heaven is without you.”
And so my folks sing Longvar denied
Respite until he brought his lover home.
©ckfilvanVENTURE
We are in the ocean of love,
Why have I to dread of drowning
When one who is as gentle as a dove
Through many storms keeps holding
On to you when halcyon days
Are far away e'en from wistful bays.
©ckfilvan -
ckfilvan
25w
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#ceesreposts #soulraabta #metaphor #wod #end
I write this for you @murryben @kin_joTHE BRIDE OF THE SUN
There’d been a talk about this bride,
Loveliest and gentlest of all the lights,
She’s been to the lost and hopeless
A light in the black sea of darkness.
She walked the streets of starry night
With a gown divine and white as snow;
The stars dreamt and the blackhole vied
For this lovely face with mystic glow.
Yet with all her heart, and mind and soul,
She loved the one who loved her first,
For he alone filled her scars and holes,
Fed her manna and slaked her thirst.
A council was held in the dark castle
To do away with the prince of light;
Morning Star with his ever lying lips
Smirked as his army took their flight.
He himself went to woo the moon
And sang praises on her divinity;
Said the Sun had robbed off her bloom,
Gaining the favor of all for eternity.
The moon sobbed amidst a fit of temper
At the thought of being blinded by the sun;
If not for the handsome morning Star
She’d waste in vain and miss all the fun.
She gave herself in to this charming star,
In the arms of many like a sweet wine;
She boasted in her beauty till from afar
Came the news on the funeral of the sun.
Guinevere’s her name, scoff the stars,
And a dull shadow she’d always been;
Poor and naked like all vain harlots are,
Back to where she was always seen.
She wept in the darkest of nights
Grieving over her brave gentle lover,
And learnt he was the prince of lights,
In the sea of sorrows unending joy ever.
Unceasing, she wept brokenhearted,
Once eyesome, now a soiled rag discarded;
Yet in the dark she learnt the why and how
She was a filthy land clothed with snow.
She wept before the Risen Sun and confessed,
He picked her up, held her against his chest;
She loved more for she was forgiven much,
Save in the arms of the sun the moon found rest.
The Sun then kissed the moon back home
To be in the dark ever a beacon of light;
Yet again to look ever on the face of the Sun
For a hope of light to survive a sea of night.
‘Tis at night that lanterns are lit in the sky,
A graveyard of fireflies set aflame up high;
So at night the moon finds the light of grace
For the Sun fails not to shine on her face.
So the stars are seen because of the night
And not the night because of the stars,
Yet it is not darkness that beautify the night,
For dreary is the night emptied of flaming stars.
So is the moon lovely not because of the night,
Rather the night is lovely because of the moon;
The darker the night, the brighter the moonlight
For the grace of the sun is perfect in the dark. -
suranjana__
43w
Read More#start #novelc
thank you for editor's choice @miraquill
@writersnetwork ahhh i love you(8) ��♥️
#suwn
@fairytales_ dii do read when you can��♥️i would rather weave poems
with your leftover memories
memories that i snatched away
from the throat of a werewolf
resting in the dense forest
as he was gulping them.
i would rather dance on barefoot
with your leftover blood fondling on thy floor
floor that was yawning to swallow
those bright shoes of yours
you kept in the wardrobe years ago
before voyaging to the cerulean sky.
i would rather whisper tales
with your leftover bluish ink to the folios
folios that are still grabbing
the smoky fragrances of your cigar
and the torn peripheries still whirling
as the zephyr teases their body.
i would rather paint the canvas
with your leftover hues that lies
lies about your perpetual bond with ecstasy
hiding there millions of scars and wounds
it recites about being blissful all the time
but howls with shattered alphabets.
i would rather knit the novel
with your leftover sentences
sentences that are all mismatched
somehow waving about a pending death
of a body that was embracing to vacate
to the anatomy
of canopies, of bushes,
of oceans, of lakes,
of skies, of rainbows,
of animals or of plants but not
of a human.
©suranjana__ -
pallavi4
44w
Read MoreParadox
She was as gentle as a tumultuous hurricane
Raging in the middle of the night
As predictable as the weather
And as challenging as the winds' might
Her tame hair billowed in the gale
The curls as tight as a drum
Her temperament was like the furor of hot coals
Pugnacious, impetuous and never numb
She was the wild tempest herself
Awakening an unruly, untamed passion
Causing a pandemonium and anarchy
Waving aside any display of compassion
Like a bird flying free above the ocean
She was lush and savage inside
As feral as a cat in the forest
She was chaos personified
@pallavi4
10th of July, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
#wod #paradox #chaos @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill.
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the_brick_lady
58w
Read MoreIt is a crimson evening.
The palms on Cuffe Parade glow as the sun kisses them orange.
All cars head north.
Too much red.
I'm sitting in a balcony.
Thinking of you.
As dusk grows
Sleep seems to vanish
Into cemeteries and graveyards.
Only the dead close their eyes here.
Are we the ones they call sad?
I was born here,
Sweat and blood spent on an Wednesday evening
When the Electricity Gods in the city
Decided my fate.
Dark as the city without light.
And you found me.
An aberration.
You cannot hold onto me.
You cannot let me go.
Let the city take you.
Intoxicate you.
Ribald and racy,
Leaving you wanting more.
Every ounce of delirium.
Every ounce of despair.
Every living second
A dive into your unattainable dreams.
Talking heads
Scream in your ears
About the love you cannot forget.
Like a prophecy you are bound by,
The scenes of life act out your narrative.
You will be born
And you will continue dying
Till the day of your death.
For years,
The sea will call out to you.
On days of grief,
You will find yourself
Walking through Art Deco buildings, littered with hunger.
The waves reflect your rage, lashing out.
The sun, a shade of metallic chrome.
Din of the barely alive.
Silence of the almost dead.
Where I live, is not the destination of your heart.
Where I live, you stay
With your hurt.
You would like it here.Where I live, is not the destination of your heart.
Where I live, you stay
With your hurt.
You would like it here.
©the_brick_lady -
zeee_zephyrs
58w
Read MoreWomen, especially housewifes are often treated as domestic objects.
#ode #zeeCollection #zeee_fav
wn thanks for editor's choiceNot Domestic, Maybe
~From the One Who Wrote the Ode~
From this corner to that quarter,
in yards long saree,
Before the advent of the Sun
and hours after dusk,
the black and white checked apron
your uniform for the whole day
and knifes and pans
your unadmired tools.
Breathing betwixt tempering
which we can't handle for seconds,
cooking to everyone's desire
this with no garlic, that with more red chilli
and no one questioning your favourites.
Cooking, washing, cleaning
Washing, cleaning, cooking
Cleaning, cooking, washing
the only routine
with grandmother's taunts
NO
mother-in-law's taunts.
We have holidays
to increase your work load,
From ordering for a glass of water
to stepping onto the mopped floor
just increasing the burden
and treating you as a mediocre
but you keep us on top in your dulcet orisons.
~From the One to Whom the Ode is Written~
Housewives
you talk about,
who have buried their desires
beneath their red sindoor
and you bury her
in the boundaries of syllables.
These days as a housewife, bloomed in her garden
the day her father thought of her marriage
and not for her further studies.
She,
not the housewife,
the mother of the housewife
who was blindfolded by patriarchy,
couldn't dare to go against her husband.
She,
now the housewife,
who was deprived of the right to think for herself
now bury her desires beneath her saree.
And you
who have seen me as a housewife
my life in a house,
my journey from house to home
and not the struggles before that,
sit writing odes.
And would you dare
to read them aloud
to me and to a HOUSEWIFE ?
©zeee_zephyrs -
pallavi4
58w
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Pen
The power of a pen is incomparable
Nothing less that that of a sword
It can build a world and bring down another
Structure a bridge over the deepest fjord
Little drops of ink bear the weight
Of unspoken hopes and dreams
They envelop several universes within them
Concealing so much more than they reveal
In the scribbles of a scribe a pen wields
The potency of making many destinies
Controlling the trajectory of the written word
Therefore the future of many mysteries
More magical than any technological advancements
A pen has the potential to break down walls
Cause pain or provide providence and comfort
Bring the message of peace to one and all
With the ability to provoke and incite wars
A pen commands the highest respect
By influencing thoughts and directing minds
A pen infiltrates life’s every aspect
Proclamations of beauty, endowing praise
With it love finds invigoration and direction
In a few scrawls a pen helps elevate
The status of all with great precision
The art of writing would amount to nothing
If only heliographs covered the rocky walls
The might of the humble pen is something
That should be revered and celebrated by all
@pallavi4
7th of April, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
Omg ! Thank you for the repost @writersnetwork ! I love you guys !!
#wod #ode #pen #thoughts #musings @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee #pallavi_wnreposts.
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An ode to my heart
They say when things fall and break
They make a sound.
But I've never heard it
When I was right there, all by myself
Holding my heart in my hand
Watching it break.
I looked across the room full of people
Asking them for help
But no one heard a thing
For it was afterall, a broken heart.
I got home and pulled it together somehow
And placed it back in its cage
It looked shabby and so worn out
It cried it's own heart out.
We stood in front of the mirror
So we both could see
Worn-out,mishandled
Stretched a little too much
A piece of muscle that breathes life into me,
Is now fractured and holding a crutch.
I'll find a better glue or band aid to fix you up
I whispered.
It nodded and gave me its broken beat
A sign of life, a hope in discreet.
I learnt to accept things, people the way they are.
I've come to grips with the fact that
Good things come with despair and scars.
I've lent my ear to everyone who needed one
But I've dared not lent my heart to people who said,
They are the one.
I've fed my heart with words to heal,
For it has wounds that no more bleed
Words are magic, they all claim.
I'm just a witch, casting spells for herself.
This is an ode to my heart
For breaking into a million pieces when torn apart.
But daring to heal
Daring to beat
For no-one else but me.
For letting me know that healing is possible.
Even when your world crashes tonight.
Don't be afraid of this dark,
Because it is followed by light.
For taking this pain
And filling your cracks with it
To grow flowers of love,
Forgiveness and healing, mostly.
For turning a graveyard
Haunted by my past
Into a garden
To nourish my present
And to sow hopes of future.
This is an ode to my heart
For taking my pain as it came,
For bruising itself for me
For dealing with things I was scared of facing.
Daring me to fall and helping my climb.
"My heart is a muscle surrounded by a cage.
For its wild, wild and filled with rage.
I dare you to come and free it.
I dare you to face and ruin it.
I hope your feet don't tremble
When you see it all disfigured.
For it has fought battles we don't speak of.
And is made of melancholy we can't get rid of.
©_falguni_ -
kalakruthi
77w
Read More#శూన్యమై
"పగలంతా తడిసినా
పనిచేతుల ఒడిసినా"
ఆహారం మితమాయే,
ఆహార్యం మారదాయే,
ఒత్తిడేమొ వరదాయే !!
"రోజంతా కూడినా
ఎదురీదుతు ఓడినా"
తీరనిదీ దాహమాయే,
దేహమంత పులిసిపోయే,
మనసేమొ అలసిపోయే !!
"లెక్కలెన్నొ వేసినా
నేలవిడిచి ఎగిరినా"
సమయమే ఆగదాయే,
కనిపిస్తూ దూరమాయే,
అందొస్తూ జారిపోయే !!
"అడుగెనుకకు వేసినా
వెనుదిరిగీ చూసినా"
కాలమేమొ కరిగిపోయే,
ప్రేమంతా మురిగిపోయే,
శూన్యమై చేరువాయే !!!
©kalakruthi
#telugu #teluguvelugu #mirakeeశూన్యమై
"పగలంతా తడిసినా
పనిచేతుల ఒడిసినా"
ఆహారం మితమాయే,
ఆహార్యం మారదాయే,
ఒత్తిడేమొ వరదాయే !!
"రోజంతా కూడినా
ఎదురీదుతు ఓడినా"
తీరనిదీ దాహమాయే,
దేహమంత పులిసిపోయే,
మనసేమొ అలసిపోయే !!
"లెక్కలెన్నొ వేసినా
నేలవిడిచి ఎగిరినా"
సమయమే ఆగదాయే,
కనిపిస్తూ దూరమాయే,
అందొస్తూ జారిపోయే !!
"అడుగెనుకకు వేసినా
వెనుదిరిగీ చూసినా"
కాలమేమొ కరిగిపోయే,
ప్రేమంతా మురిగిపోయే,
శూన్యమై చేరువాయే !!! ©kalakruthi
