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#pod @miraquill @mirakeeworld
Is a very old human need currently Evaporating from we humans©menokadevi
Never expect change from an rigid brain and egoistic heart#pod @miraquill @mirakeeworld
If you put diamond on a donkeyIt'll still remain the same©menokadevi
To gain a whole lifeLot of us make sacrifices of our pleasant days©menokadevi
Learn to break the fencing of comfort and fly high coz the sky we're gifted is limitless#pod @miraquill @mirakeeworld
Dangerous thing in this life is The comfort zoneWe fill cozzy in©menokadevi
Trendy brands and Rosey lip'sWill never succeed to give us a happy life©menokadevi
The whole world turns it's back Grab the trust strong, andNever give up on oneself©menokadevi
Needs to understand this simple thing, thatMen aren't money makers, andWomen aren't baby producers.©menokadevi
Lines from my upcoming book#pod @miraquill @mirakeeworld
Will always party hard on usIt is our decision wether we choose to climb highOr continue talking to the grassland©menokadevi
✨✨Motivation✨✨Had an addressIt wouldn't carry so much of value©menokadevi
✨✨MAGIC✨✨Was gifted to me for one dayI would have make people not hate eachother for the cast, colour,class, gender and nationality they have.Because none of these are going to define us once life is done with our body.©menokadevi
What's it about?These poems, autumn shaded dreamsand silence within.©shadowofthoughts_
#end #wod #silentdec
I love to sit in silence,cause my verses will never quantify what pain is,Neither will your wounds heal.Nor will I ever be able to extract scents of forever. I'm a living dead. Sitting in silence I go through the things in my head.I won't be able to define peace,But the kindness of yours,The warmth of yours,And the voice of yoursis enough to make a deal soul bloom. Your are like a bridge, connecting the shores.You are painting, Will you let me be a canvas? and consider my shaodws as echoesthe dead poets painted,for you.©shadowofthoughts_
#start #1310This is so unexpected. Thankyou so much❤️✨ @miraquill @writersnetwork
Honeyed smiles, whispering screams.
All around me are words,I wish to speak,I hate to admit.I look forward to.All around me are words,I want to share butI hold back.I want to hear voices telling me,"It's alright". I want to see through the sweet talks.All around me are wordsI want to differentiate the real and reels.I'm insane, holding backI know all the things I lack.Yet I can't believe the wordsin the weighing shards of hearts.©shadowofthoughts_
I began again.
The flowers which bloomed years ago, had withered. The land was barren, no rains, no storms, neither sun, nor shadows. But like shifting cultivation, I began again. While beginning again, wondering how naive I was. I travelled. Joining the same words I went to new destinations of the fantasy world that still welcomed me, and remained mine. On the way some flowers bloomed,Some rays erased the gloom. Shadowed, I let the lights in. But darkness is still main part of my kin.©shadowofthoughts_
The foot feels the foot when it feels the ground. - Buddha
#nightsky @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwalGracias @writersnetwork ❤️
I sow my poesies in the bosom of the night sky for them to burgeon effulgentlyas the colours of the dawn when day kisses a fading night ©soulfulstirrings
#nightsky #wod #miraquill #writersnetworkThank you so much for kind repost @miraquillThank you so much for❤️@writersnetwork
Quietly she walks in black cloak,carrying moon on its palmlike a watchman holding a torch,she guards trove of dreams lockedbefore giving baton in hands of dawn. 15.12.2021©preetkanwal
December blues ..
you carry the burden of endings on your frail chestyour clavicles tattooed with endless letters of unfulfilled dreams , broken promises , unfinished songs and lost beings ..you December .. are a collage of moments of a year almost gone ..yet you cease with hope resonating in your frosty airtrading greys with coloursas you make way for spring to bloom on your pale papyrus thin skin©soulfulstirrings
Plight of Migratory Birds
One can't see one's own nose in the thick smog that envelopes the city. Schools and colleges are closed on health grounds. Vehicles ply with lights on when it is day.The deteriorating state of air quality in the national capital, Delhi and it's surrounding areas has prompted me to write this poem. Plight of Migratory BirdsThanks for posting the poem under Editor's Choice.We are migrants from the frigid zone,Who every year fly to warmer climes knownTo us for countless seasons of the year,Only to return when the sun shines clear.Instinct prompting, we took off on timeFrom the zone of frigid clime,Our destination already well known,We took the route we had earlier flown.Everything seemed quite in orderTill we reached our destination's border,When we saw a change never-before-seen-An atmosphere foggy, stinging and unclean.We did not know where we wereFor it was impenetrable smog everywhere,Our intuition told us, our destination it was,But we couldn't find our accustomed spot, alas!With our eyes stung and lungs choked,We at once our decided plans revoked,We reversed our path, away from the smogWhich was deadlier than the common fog.Death would be certain, we realised,With our struggling lungs paralyzed,It was better to die at home in coldThan to die in an alien land uncondoled.So back we are in the frigid zone-Our own land and home well knownTo suffer the extremes of cold,If we survive, a new story will unfold.Raghav R06.12.2021©raghavendran
Cyclone :- Jawad #december #wod #farmer #decemberc #current @odysseus @writersnetwork Inclining heart to the soil; Drinking the sweats of forehead He works to feed the hungry stomach. But the change in m- onsoon was just like the acid attack to his face . Boreas (north wind) along with the The flame of bonfire can't drench the fire burning in the heart.. Dear!! December Other s Feel the chilled night wrap ped by sheet of snowflakes but the soured plum smiles fr--om the Lenin of snow flurry as her heart has been fro zen hold ing the acidic womb.. Hell drops (rain drops) for the demon the unwanted d unworthy cyclone in the time production has been a sin where the hope has been forlorn. He doesn't work for this outcome..People can discuss this but can't relate and feel the thing that he and his family can.Carrying the toxic behind white you have created scars upon the golden metaphors that ne ver need your doctrine And never wanna bleed the oxymoron as he knows only to feed other. Dear December!! Your entrance has been intrusion where his life has taken a reverse gear. Pls stop this unseen massacre (thunderstorm) in the wintertide. ©2chinmayeeCan't upload the actual picture . But hope you can feel it.