Miraquill
it's easier to look
at the infinities
of promises, with
endless regrets
& brokeness
of 99 pasts.
drowned in the
yesterday's red
champagne.
slipping from the
blue bar shelves.
seeking love.
seeking affection
from some people
outside of my
little home.
i listen to my maa
and she says
of the collapsing
feelings she has had
when adding to
her new life
with papa.
of mistakes
he made and
sorrys she left
unheard.
of fights
they did never
resolve.
they meet
once in a week
to check on me.
not on my
broken heart.
a torn letter.
i read.
lying in yellows
and pinks
at the corner
of two walls.
rolled up
into mess
of joined
3 pieces.
it smelled
of tears and
heavy eyes.
sounded a cry
for the long
missing
friend and
a wish to
reunite.
in among
all the people
who wait
for love. and
others who
just let it
go. some who
cover their
face because
they couldn't
hold on.
i'm a
part of
them all.
i'm a
part of
them all.
of people i've
and people
i've lost.
love i don't get
and love i
give off.
smiles i held
on the cheeks
& cries i let
flow.
i'm okay i say.
i'm okay
sometimes
for me.
alone.
©laconicutterance | sia
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For the first time;
in this present;
little cosmos;
an expectation, a will;
a hope bigger than enough;
A change over the blue sky,
where birds along with the wind,
fly wider spreading their wings;
little more than high you know;
A tale, a new story this time;
new to every human breed;
She, like the soft gush of wave;
A smile over blushing face;
history of those tiaras;
de novo born at;
the sunsets;
She is the new time;
with tales of new start;
She is power that rises ;
even with the dark;
She's a young lady;
with a real strong;
heart;
©laconicutterance -
laconicutterance
158w
Read More*sometimes I write anything*
“when someone dies, you can mourn. it’s so much harder when someone just disappears, never to return back.” aahana said.
"is it really so easy mia?" she looked at me through the dim light of street. "you know, to forget someone."
aahana always questioned things that i myself was struggling to find answers of. it seemed as if she knew what was going inside my head. and she wanted me to let it all out. on the surface.
"like one time you're together, as if it's all you have and then out of nowhere they just vanish, without any word or text." she said looking at the flickering street light.
when two people cross path and stumble into each other; they connect and make memories in few. both of them hope of something long. but as time unfolds and days overlap into new it's not necessary that they both take the same road till the very end. roads diverge into millions and so does their fate. and destiny. and they.
strangers click like home sometimes. but you cannot hold them for always. they come in for a reason. and when they leave; that reason, its smell stays forever till the last.
life doesn't stop. it keeps moving.
"say something?" aahana said looking sideway at me.
"it's not" i said.
"it's not easy to forget someone, you just learn; learn to love them, you know, in letting go."
©sia
@writersnetworkletting go;
©laconicutterance -
4am
all i hear is
the chaos in my
thoughts. I hear
the sun and the
moon.
the voices in
among the trees.
they want me
to write about them
but I'm lying here
trying to come
up with thoughts
I can call mine.
4:03am
last to last week I
met this old woman
she was sitting
beside the
white lilies.
I talked to her.
I remember her
saying," once all the
worst part is over
life will bring the
real beautiful
things
for you
and you'll
be happy
to be the part
of this universe."
"its been really long
and life seems
more dark now" I said.
she smiled, it
was the most
beautiful smile I
had seen in
a while.
she loves to talk
and I love to
listen, always.
it's been a while now.
I miss her.
4:05am
It's vacant,
the feeling. I'm
either going
through a writers
block or I have
forgotten how to
let out my
words.
4:06am
they're still loud
the voices in my head;
sometimes I don't know
what they really mean.
I just hear them,
screaming. And I
say nothing.
I scramble through
the words
alone.
but everything
seems vain.
4:07am
She might be
sleeping now.
I sometimes think
about her.
her smile.
I don't know
what she wanted me
to understand.
life is beautiful?
I don't see it.
5:08am
I'm out.
I see the street
lights are low now
with the sun
about to rise.
I'm standing on the
roof.
I'm looking at life.
And I see this.
The sunrise.
the glow.
after the darkest
of my night.
and maybe
this is what she
saw.
She meant
back then.
Maybe.
I stare.
I smile.
©laconicutterance -
laconicutterance
161w
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@writersnetwork #writersnetwork #pod
Have you ever looked at the settling leaves; raving through the storm, madly covering the streets and finally falling into a silent heap with others like them, quiet like peace? Have you ever looked at the settling ocean water, raging high and low into tremendous waves and then finally laying smoothly across the river bed like a dream?; mixing with the warmth of sand.
Have you ever had moments, where all you can think of is how you suddenly, out of no where, just like that learned to let things be as they are; settling for what you've got in life and not mourning over what's lost back in yesterdays. Each broken toy you tried to mend as a child but failed; each broken relationship you held tightly, putting efforts to pull it all back together but failed. All the struggles you've gone through and all the courage you held till the end brought you where you are today;
and then at last it always felt like those harsh days weren't even so bad, for when they held your hand tight into their palm, hurting you bad, at the same time they also taught you to be the braver you, the stronger you; they looked you into your eyes and along with giving tears, they gave you strength, capablility of bearing everything, even worse that falls ahead. Those bad days made you, the one you are right now; the one who gets hit by thunder and still stands again, wiser and fearless.
Broken seems too small a word at times; no one's left untouched by it. Each one of us have tales to cry over, still there're faces smiling when you look around yourself. What's gorgeous than that? learning to smile more, to wear confidence over your lips, doesn't mean your pain's less or you're without scars, it just means you've become someone fierce enough to let it not bother you; to live with the memories of it stacked at some corner of your head but not letting it slip in every aspect of you;
for living, for smiles on lips of your family and friends holds so much more than getting affected by something not worth anything or damaging yourself. For with each sunrise; with the new start, you've learnt to settle with your past.
©Siasettling with past;
©laconicutterance -
laconicutterance
161w
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It's complex to see;
clarity in this world,
the sky's messed
and so is my
world;
Blue down the way ;
high above the waves,
its so much hard to
walk through these
days.
Yellow's shining, with
each new beginning
but my head's still dark
with the tales of
past.
Green coils the leaves,
and dust shadows my
dreams, I drown down
with the sunsets,
waking beside the
demons I
take.
©Sia
#writersnetwork
@writersnetworkmess;
©laconicutterance -
laconicutterance
216w
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*Bleh*
Broken at the edges;
and too many old tales;
a tear in those eye,
engulfed; before it,
rolled down its fate;
so many pasts;
so many scars;
how do I carry,
their weight,
till the last;
a lot to come;
lot has happened;
with every deja vu;
my stories fall open;
the same long road &;
this same crippled,
heart;
the sunrise is old;
the dark night's same;
how do I evolve into,
the new bright stars;
so many pasts;
have given me,
so many scars;
/Siya/
#writersnetwork #podpasts & scars;
©laconicutterance -
laconicutterance
218w
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Oky? Maybe.
a lot to see, a lot to feel; this road you've been travelling will lead you to your destiny either soon or at eleventh-hour; a little long it may seem, far from reach, but all you've got is hope within; A hope that flutters for best; hope that's huge than life and hope that brings you peace and ease; you might curse the days that will lay before you, others may develop themselves with the change and connection; Life has never been good, not only towards you but for everyone around; storm rages at each one of us with same extend, pain resurfaces us over and over again. When all you wish is to end up everything that's happening, rub away all the times you've been broken and lost in this world. You regret over failures, you cry over love, things seem wrapping you again with the same inconveniences.
Burdened with expectations, tied with knots countless. All breathless and tired you're alone in this crowd. Cm'on let things hurt, don't worry about scars. Learn to wear them, learn to let go. All you've got is you! Enough and Fierce.
Everyone's fighting their own battles, no one's left untouched. Everyone's wishing for someone who would listen to them; but hardly they find one, you be that one for them; a long way to go. More mornings to come and nights at same time, lightening will burn you up but then raindrops are also there to caress you.
Life's boring, except for your smiles, skies and some flowers; fresh and young; what do you want when all you have? Feel a little more, understand things with depths, overthink things less. Take a walk. Go and run, embrace the sunshine.
Heal. And. Rise.
/Siya/
#pod #writersnetwork @writersnetworksunset unfolds to sunrise;
thunder brings stormy rain;
there's a difference in the way,
you feel things, the way you,
let them slip into your being;
the same moon, for some is,
spotted for rest it's soothing;
©laconicutterance -
Separation, Nostalgia & Photographs;
"Why can't we always stay together?" she said resting her head over her best friend's shoulder, " Why life has to be so rough?" she continued glancing at the sunset. "Together always!" best friend smiled and said "Let's see what separates us apart man!"
If separation is all that life brings to us at the end of the gorgeous day, then nostalgia over deja vus and millions of memories we've created, are what that elicit back yesterdays to us. Memories merged with smiles and tears, memories tinged with togetherness of us, binds us even if distances separate us off, miles apart.
You say, absence and less talks have the power to bring space between two people then photographs, they have the love to connect separated hearts, array, nostalgia to their faces and an elegant curve over their lips. Photographs bring before our eyes a different place that's tuned with shadows of past, the kind where things repeat themselves and voices echo back. Tragic or Blessed, pictures always enchain us with people long gone and things long finished.
All that has happened seems to return before our eyes with maybe sadness or weird smiles over our face, mind wanders off into old anecdotes where certain pictures bring the long dried tears back into our eyes, heaving our cheeks again into a wet mess. A mixture of soothing and harsh tales for today and always a treasure for tomorrow, a smile for today and remembrance for coming dates, photographs share a special place of our heart.
People often ask, "Why am I so much obsessed with photographs?". But then some also sing, and I repeat, "We keep this love in a photograph, we make these memories for ourselves, where our eyes are never closing, heart's never broken, time's forever frozen still". Maybe that does explains a lot in itself.
©laconicutterance
/Siya/ -
But yes I did. I had to someday;
and don't ask me, don't blame me;
I'm already tired of blaming myself;
now all I want is a beginning;
a new cosmos to cradle,
myself on the clouds;
with or without stars;
I don't know;
I don't care any more;
I just want the answer that,
I had been searching within me;
whether it's a yes or no;
I want to know;
Yes. I said it. I did. Yes. I told everything;
I don't know of the consequences they'll face;
I have no idea what's gonna happen when,
these words will collide with their destination;
Will it turn out to be the most beautiful happening
or shatter me into bits?
I don't know.
I only know is that I can't let these words die inside me;
where probably they'll end up suffocating my being;
I can't stop these words to fall into the ears they belong to;
I want to live with the wings, free of weights;
free to escape into infinities;
I gave it a chance;
I took a step less taken;
I want them to be my reality;
I have to try atleast, right?
whatever be the result;
And yes I did. I said it;
©laconicutterance | Sia
-
hayat_
154w
in a realm too steep
nigh an olive vale, lay a
bruised sky upside down
©hayat -
We laughed a little too much today,
It made our stomach ache,
We never cry together though;
I in my room,
He near his closet,
And what we come out as
Is all-happy-smiles
Wrapped in a gift wrap,
We make it out of our cage,
Oh-so-called-home,
We abandon the shackles for a while,
We are free when we are on our own,
Love seemed as a paradise
Until and unless
We flogged the silver lining of our very clouds,
That day,
We didn't talk to each other,
We stayed as strangers,
Under the same sky,
Yet different clouds,
I see him trying,
Trying to climb the ladder,
A ladder which was more of a path,
To becoming what we were already,
I see him halting in the very position,
I see him descending,
I see him fading,
I try to console myself:
Your tears won't be welcomed,
By the time,
The hour hand strikes three at midnight,
And the seconds hand will never
Cease to move at a pace already defined;
Then how come
The moments in our life,
Trigger to the extent,
We call them
Elicit dreaming?
©zenith_ -
Somedays I wish that I was not crying over myself last night, somedays I wish I was not thinking about my mistakes, somedays I wish I was not being alive; I were dead.
I have seen broken summers, for now I wish to mend myself, I wish to not be this broken anymore, I wish to just leave everything and go missing.
Everytime someone held my hand, apart from filling the gaps, they were being a part of me and how far will you walk if you consider them a burden?
A moment it takes always to cover the label of perfect with the label of real.
Mornings and happiness was so close I chose the distance anyway.
A breath of love it was; a million questions upon myself.
Everyday my playlist has a new song, I wish it was last this time - everything.
Sometimes you don't feel lonely, you know it is just you - what you have.
©zenith_ -
winter_dreams
139w
Words don't speak if you don't want them to
Like you won't see the stars
If the sky doesn't want you to.
So tell me, is it a starless night tonight?
Do you still wish to be heard in those words you speak
Or do you merely move your lips, when words tangle in your heart?
©winter_dreams -
allbymyself
139w
Read MoreFate has plans
That I care
Not to obey
Your eyes speak
A language that
I dare not
Comprehend, it is
Beautiful, the way
Certain words sound
Beautiful, before you
Come to decipher
Their true meaning
You love with
All your heart
But your past
Is a shadow
You can't shake
Off, so you
Always leave the
Tiniest gap in
A door that
Only you can
See, because you
Cannot breathe underwater
Without an exit
Sign to keep
Your body afloat.
You walk and
I run on
The same roads
I have no
Real reason to
But I end
Up telling myself
My feet are
Not yet tired
Life hasn't yet
Worn me down
I remember the
Times when your
Eyes were candles
And they burnt
With a ferocity
That I admired
From far away
Now your feet
Tread heavily on
Fallen autumn leaves
And your face
Sighs the sigh
Of the weary.
We weren't taught
Anything, nor given
A trial run
We grew up
Under black skies
And caught life
At a million
Miles an hour
Running every red
Light we could
They couldn't tame
All the wild
In our blood
Nor the fire
In our bones
We are alike
In so many
Ways, and yet
Poles apart in
So many others
You were never
Born desperate, they
Programmed it into
Your brain, and
When I came
Along, you branded
It onto me.
- Avitaj
Picture belongs to me.
@accismus @despair
1000 posts. *Sighs*Fate
We caught life at a million miles an hour.
-
the_story_weed
142w
Read MoreI've often tried,
but always failed,
to capture myself
in my poems.
But some bits
and pieces of
me would still
find their place
in between the
strange words.
Often when I look
at the white pages,
blue strangers stare back.
Although they make sense,
I know they are not 'me'.
So I've made blue
my favourite colour,
and tried to know,
how, what and who they are.
(They are all that I could be,
and all that I never was.
Some good, some bad;
some tragedy I'll never see.)
I've never been
afraid of hollowness,
over-feeling on the other hand,
terrifies me to the bone.
When I read poems
that are dedicated,
I feel the emptiness of mine.
When I write poems,
I like to sit in silence
and be alone,
but loneliness
accompanies me too,
and not the one where
I need someone to be with ,
but the one where my words
feel lacking something.
So I fill them up with
some half-understood metaphor,
and hope no one notices.
I've 'made' Blue
my favourite colour,
but in my heart,
Yellow will always
be my favourite.
I've written ninety-five
poems to be exact,
but this, will always
be the most honest.
Kinda fiction/ Kinda true
#writersnetwork #podA shade darker
I've written ninety-five
poems to be exact,
but this, will always
be the most honest.
©the_story_weed -
the_story_weed
142w
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--Often when we look hard enough, we (re)discover a part of us, that had been buried so deep within, we can't help but wonder; how it hadn't turned into ashes yet?---
#writersnetwork #podTwo halves of a photograph
I did an unthinkable thing when I was nine,
I made magic real.
I tore apart the family photo out of anger,
and two halves of a photograph remained.
In the first half of it,
my mama and I were smiling,
and in the other piece my father alone remained.
The next morning my father packed
his bags, and walked out on us.
Before going he told me something,
but I couldn't understand what.
So, I imagined.
His words could have been anything,
and so I imagined them to be,
'I'll come back."
That night I slept with my father's half
of the photo under my pillow.
I'm gulity of tilting towards love,
when I should have gone with reason.
Once I hugged a man,
because he looked like my father from behind,
so my mother explained,
that you needed to look at a
person from the front to identify them.
Five years without the man in the
other half of the photo have taught me,
you never could identity a person at all.
I realize,
the man in the other half of the photo,
never spoke at all,
it was his eyes that disowned me.
Slowly, I have realized, the man in the other
half of the photo, was just one half of an
unwanted photo that remained.
So I, stop searching, for the man in the
other half of the photo, everywhere that I go.
I understand I belong
in the half of the photo I remained.
That night I threw away the photo
of the man in the other half,
and slept with the one with
me and my mama instead.
©the_story_weed -
shambhavi_shandilya
139w
Read More#secondpost #alarm #monotonous #eveydaylife
Nowadays everyone has lost the charm in their life. It has become all about the rat race, promotions, presentations and all. Deadlines thrills your nerves. Somewhere while buying happiness, we forgot to enjoy our earnings too. �� Here's an insight to the daily struggle in search of happiness!The Alarm Goes Off...
I slept just now,
The Dreams in my eyes were raw.
The fairy casted a spell
into the land of enchantness to dwell.
I remembered the ticking clock when I slept.
Reminding me it's too late to go to bed.
But the girdlines of the spreadsheet was in front of me.
Kept my lids light with the help of coffee.
Slowly, the caffeine lost its charm
And next what I heard was my alarm.
Ah! the story is not new
Screaming, it's time, get into your shoes.
Dragging myself out of my house
Admist all the chaos of the town
Listening to creative ideas everyday
My own creative life has lost it's way.
There's no free meal it's said,
Happy are even the men dead.
Setting the alarm on repeat,
Again lost myself in the world of spreadsheets.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
Hold On
Black clouds wrappped up the sky,
Strong winds tested the sails,
The deck was drenched by the waves.
And there you are!
Holding the sails,
Shivering in the rain.
Dare you leave the rope,
You will lose all hope.
With sparkle in your eyes,
And drops of perspiration.
Hold On,
You will reach your destination
You will reach your destination.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
खामखां उनसे ज़िद कर बैठे
बेवफाई को इश्क़ जो समझ बैठे।
©zenith_
