Miraquill
SAUSADE
Is it possible to be
Happy and sad at the same time?
Is it okay to feel
Positive and negative at the same time?
Can you feel two emotions at once?
Can the flamboyant fairy and the dark shadow coexist?
©manisha_rameshbabu
manisha_rameshbabu
An introvert trying to give my words little freedom ��
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manisha_rameshbabu
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Happiness to me was a long lost fairy playing hide and seek in this mystique universe. Some times I would find her, the other times I would fake her.
While sadness was this dark shadow who refused to leave me even in the dark. Trying to get rid of her, I let darkness engulf me. Though my eyes went kerflooey hit by dark, my other senses felt misery and meloncholy in the air.
Spotting me strangled in the unlit castle, the tender hearted fairy would rose to fame out of nowhere and combat the darkness by casting a spell of luminous sparkles. Once darkness departs after losing the war, Ms.Sadness returns.
I always wondered why the mighty fairy powerful enough to combat Ms.Darkness, never initiated a war with Ms.Sadness.
Are they friends or foe?
Is Ms.Happiness helping me or Ms.Sadness?
Everytime I stepped out of darkness hoping the shadow has left, she slaughters my hope.
Is it possible to be
Happy and sad at the same time?
Is it okay to feel
Positive and negative at the same time?
Can you feel two emotions at once?
Can the flamboyant fairy and the dark shadow coexist?
Maybe its okay at times to feel a rush of sadness coupled with paradoxical joy. Even the graceful fairy has her own shadow. Every dark shadow needs luminous spells to be visible in the dark.
©manisha_rameshbabu
Hope it makes sense��
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#ofsadness #wod #pod
sausade - a feeling both happy and sad
kerflooey - to cease functioning -
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DARK WAS THE STAIN OF HER POEM
Dark was the stain of the blood
Her shattered heart shed
Sobbing in silence
Dark was the stain of the hyperbole
She sewed to fix the holes in her soul
Massive enough to gulp the cosmos
Dark was the stain of the paradox
She penned to solace her spirit
Craving to glide with her wings grounded
Dark was the stain of the oxymoron
She weaved when her intense emotions
Numbed her nerves inside out
Dark was the stain of the metaphors
She carved to wreck her ship of sorrow
In a sea of skinny papyrus
Dark was the stain of the onomatopoeia
She painted on the walls around her
To hush the painful whoosh of her heart
Dark was the stain of the synecdoche
She sewed to heal a million scars
In a battle against a heart
Dark was the stain of the alliteration
She scribbled to shine some sparks
Soothing her stranded soul
Dark was the stain of the poems
She inked to suck up all her darkness
And glue her broken heart
©manisha_rameshbabu
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#anaphora #wod #podDARK WAS THE STAIN OF HER POEM
Dark was the stain of the blood
Her shattered heart shed
Sobbing in silence
Dark was the stain of the poems
She inked to suck up all her darkness
And glue her broken heart
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DEEPEST DESIRES
My
deepest
desires are
like stars scattered
in the galaxy of my mind, some are huge
enough to live a small life, some cast
a spell of shining sparkles
tugging my heart to
grab them, while some
go dark and evanescence
when my eyes afford
their glow
©manisha_rameshbabu
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#desire #wod #pod #concrete
To scribble a concrete poem someday was one of my desires ����
Thanks much for like and repost���� @writersnetworkDEEPEST DESIRES
My deepest desires are like stars
scattered in the galaxy of my mind,
some are huge enough to live a small life,
some cast a spell of shining sparkles
tugging my heart to grab them,
while some go dark and evanescence
when my eyes afford their glow
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Of all the struggles
I have faced in my life
The hardest one
Was to let go of some one
I felt difficult to hate
People who never bothered to irritate
I kept loving them
Inspite of fault being theirs
I just want to keep the bond
So I kept forgiving them beyond
Everytime someone
Broke my trust
I tried not to combust
And did adjust.
Everytime someone
Broke my heart
I tried not to part
And did restart
Once, it crossed by threshold
This time I tried not to withhold
Now I have took off my blindfold
And have learned to unfold.
People who desire to stay, stay.
People who desire to leave, leave.
If they stay, treasure them.
If they leave, let go of them.
I have finally learned
To let go of people.
©manisha_rameshbabu
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#life #wod #pod
Thank you so much WN for ��Once, it crossed by threshold
This time I tried not to withhold
Now I have took off my blindfold
And have learned to unfold
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MOST BEAUTIFUL PHOTO
As the sunlit courtyard constricts her pupil
She retreats into her lounge and witness
An almanac next to a blurred doodle
Glimpsing the date, she grows restless
She strives to reach her cerebral attic
Where remembrance and courage
Once resided, but now they trick
Her by playing as a camouflage
She sends her synapses and nerve
To find that one photo she tried to preserve
The search party spread across her brain
But return empty handed in vain
Cursing herself for not able to think
To judging if she misplaced every thing
A million thought arrows fire in her
Fuming ashes black and blur
Tired, she lay down and close her eyes
Her door bell rings and breaks silence
The seventy-year old rushes knowing who it was
It was a middle-aged man dressed in bronze
His warm hug eased her to recall
The most beautiful photo her retina captured
Years back this day, on a winter fall
The day he snuggled into her straight after birth
©manisha_rameshbabu
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#photo #wod #podMOST BEAUTIFUL PHOTO
His warm hug eased her to recall
The most beautiful photo her retina captured
Years back this day, on a winter fall
The day he snuggled into her straight after birth
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He was walking away
With headset over his ear
Down the deserted pathway
Relishing his solitude with no fear
Those earphones white as snow
Kept dancing to and fro
Her heart also joined the sway
In pace with his trace
Each time the wire
Clinging to the earbuds
Oscillated lower and higher
So did her heart
She wasn't a melomaniac
But melodies kept bumping
In her without any radix
And she wished
She was those earphones
Playing his favourite tones
©manisha_rameshbabu
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#walk #pod #wodWALK
He was walking away
With headset over his ears
Enjoying his own company
But songs kept playing in her
Without any source
And she wished
She was those hearphones
Playing his favourite tones
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@miraquill @writersnetwork
#monostich #wod #pod #goodbye
Thank you so much WN for ��GOODBYE
Your
Goodbye
Inflamed
A war
In me
Firing
Arrows,
A few
Knock
My heart,
And few
Knocked
My heart.
©manisha_rameshbabu -
Call me wind if you do please
Calm me down with your breeze
Let's seek those clouds playing hide and seek
To mizzle magic that bleaches blues of midweek
A part of me is holding back tears
And another part in dark daunting sphere
Revolving in an emotional orbit
Again and again in phase with my heartbeat
I breathe, wait and hope
Clinging to the end of rope
I see my fear greeting open arms
Ms. Luck seems to have lost her charms
©manisha_rameshbabu -
I am painting my nights with happy lies
And ashes of burning anxiety, as my soul cries
I immerse those bristles in colors of hope
With my eyes closed and zero scope
I sketch the world I wish to see
I carve the girl I love to be
But my impatient eye unlocks her lids
Only to witness the canvas unfilled
Is hope colorless or my eyes colorblind?
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manisha_rameshbabu
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On her 30th birthday, Ki woke up a little late before her even realizing it, she was standing next to the old closet in her room. She carefully opened it and pulled out a yellow diary. She smiled brightly flipping through the pages as it reminded her of a decade old memories fabricated by love.
Until Ki met Joe at a concert, the melomaniac never perspected she would love someone surplus her music. Joe was a passionate photographer. Sometimes when his love for photography surpassed hers, jealousy befriended her.
At times they would wage war over their difference of opinions but their warmth for fairytale tied them together. Other times they would enact along with the cast as their favourite disney movies played on the screen.
As she rolled over the pages, a photograph rolled over the ceramic floor. That picture was photographed years back in the Disney land when their fondness for fairytale made them fly to California. She dressed with a floor length blue garment fitting her waistline like Cinderella in a ball gown waiting for her prince charming, rainbows painted her heart when he knelt before her. Those words still stir her soul.
" I will be the imperfect me
You will be the imperfect you
We will be the imperfect us"
She turned the photograph to find a four line fairytale of their love story he inked for her after winning his first word war but losing the love battle. They weren't married then.
"Photophile prince pictured perpetual promise
Built by beauteous bridge balanced by beleif
Proferred present to philharmonic princess
Beauty bewitched blooming a bride "
Her reveries halted when Joe's mom came in with a bouquet of beautiful roses. She dressed herself in his favourite ball gown and knelt before his tomb offering the bouquet, summoning her tears to find the dead promise. Those words still stir her soul.
©manisha_rameshbabu
@miraquill @writersnetwork
#wod #pod #writingcontest #creativearena #tell #contestPhotophile prince pictured perpetual promise
Built by beauteous bridge balanced by beleif
Proferred present to philharmonic princess
Beauty bewitched blooming a bride
©manisha_rameshbabu
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On the eve of one year completion on this amazing platform where full of knowledgeable intellectual lexicons with height of humanity are here to encourage readers and writers to keep the learning curve straight in life aspects, handling pain, loneliness and other human imbalances through reading and writing as it helps one philosophies life for a stability throughout. I wholeheartedly thank this platform and the pillars of this platform, the writers, for keeping me alive through valuable everytime whatever i write. People with high command in the language are moving dictionaries are the inspiring ones and kudos to all. May this relationship with all the mirakeeans continue forever.
I never thought I will participate in public forums like this in my life.. for which I have to thank my wrecked life that imposed loneliness. My mobile had a purpose to stay alive apart from the customer care messages and alerts..
Writing from a dark room always has been my journey so far..
©penkin -
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I took her every inch of sadness
from the deepest part of her mind
With my beautiful thought of words
We melt together in wild thoughts
And every pain blossom to flower.
©kunjjiquotes -
after_life
13w
Where indeed?
Where doesn't love reside?
It is in pain, in desperation
In the chase, in rejection, in memories
In touch, it has its mark
It's in the sky, during a full moon
It's in the first sight, the sight you can't shake off.
It occupies a giant portion in evil
If it ever bothers you, keeps pestering you.
Just try to keep it with you.
It will elude you forever
©after_life -
wordsturnedscars
13w
Read More#pabo_paru_gone_nuts_and_bolts #dearstranger__ #love
@writersnetwork @miraquill
The first hashtag speaks for itself. CRINGE ALERT⚠️Dear stranger,
I never believed in love at first sight
And will never do so.
I want to fall for you slowly,
nurturing a tincture of you
in my heart and
increase it bit by bit,
until it becomes all the more beautiful
and stronger than ever.
Using my scintillating quill,
I want to tattoo beautiful moments
with you in my heart.
Using the tinge of moonlight
I captured in my poetry,
I want to provide light
to see the darkest depth in your soul and
drown in it,
until the void is filled
betwixt broken hearts.
The gap that can't be
filled with conversations
we would soon be sharing
will be brimmed with
understanding and concern now lost somewhere in historical monuments,
forlorn and uncared for.
I'm willing to starve without suhur
for you;
I will cwtch you the way I hold
Onto beads of rosary;
I will utter your name time and again
Like chanting Om,
My swastika useless without you:
The epitome of my good luck.
I would love to get to know you
Over a cup of coffee,
Cliche though it sounds,
That's how I like it,
Simple and uncomplicated,
Just like the love
which will bloom within us
in years to come...
©wordsturnedscars -
Barely i could break my heart when your voices hugged my silence
©alsyniarico -
The bond we share is like the theory of relativity;
a gem stone of the field;
popular yet perplexed
that only some can understand...
©sidh_ru -
sanky_says 13w
I've started finding comfort in Pain ...
Happiness makes me nauseous ... !!! -
bts_fangirl
13w
All day long I laugh and talk ,
But then every night ,
A lonely road I walk ,
No one to trust ,
No one to call my own .
Admist the faces I wonder
Into what I've grown . -
heartsease
13w
We've been loading ourselves
with grief, more or less.
Maybe because painkillers dig roots
deeper than the plagued happiness.
©heartsease -
wingedpoetry
13w
There is beauty
in everything,
in pain,
in silence,
in solitude,
in growth,
in darkness,
even in sadness
©wingedpoetry
