mithoo

moon lover🌙

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• mithoo 8w

  21st March, 2022 (1 am)

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  Salient silvery silent syllables,
  Twirling twilight,
  Holding hands,
  Isolated incense in
  Angelic aroma,
  Lone love!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 9w

  13th March, 2022

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  Soul, the incessant tome of life,
  imprinting it's pages,
  leaving behind silvery syllables
  on each page,
  that either break or make!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 26w

  #wanderer @miraquill @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
  11Nov, 2021

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  The tiny perfect things?
  
  Is it the glint of the shooting star,
  or my wait to make a wish?
  Or is it the phases of the moon,
  Or my eyes seeing them change?
  Is it the splash in the water,
  Or me surfing up the waves?
  Is it the mini flower blooming up,
  Or my verses that write this up?
  Is it the shapes of the leaves,
  Or my hands hugging them?
  Is it the long road that finds ways,
  Or the wanderer in me?
  Is it the stealthiness of the birds chirpings,
  Or me decoding them?
  Is it the true essence of love,
  Or me creating it each day?
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 29w

  #words #wod
  @miraquill @writersnetwork

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  Words, the poetic treasures,
  spilling syrupy emotions,
  abiding the lovers' souls placidly!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 29w

  #end #wod
  @miraquill @writersnetwork

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  When the sun-kissed captures
  of the crystalline moon blushes,
  to change its archaic emanations
  Everyone becomes a poet!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 30w

  @miraquill @writersnetwork
  
  #oxymoron (delighted sigh & truthful lie)

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  Your smile is a lie
  in the huey midst of delighted sigh,
  enclosing the enriched blossoms in thy eye,
  you tie to that silver in the night sky,
  & as the rain falls in the metaphorical July,
  your smile widens the truthful lie!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 33w

  And I am drunkingly swatching
  on the glazed glass,
  brimmed with the moony scotch,
  endeavoring to resist the tears,
  but betrayingly,
  the downpours overflooded
  the glaze of the scotchy glass!
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 34w

  #beauty #mirakee #mirakeeworld

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  Beauty upon you
  is like the transparent teardrop that draws your face
  through my verses!
  
  ©mithoo

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• mithoo 55w

  Plz share this.. hlp it reach many ppl🙏🏻
  
  @sumana_chakraborty @rameez @khushiisingh @asmakhan @geethalakshmi
  
  Also, in a light cotton cloth wrap these together & smell it at regular intervals:
  1) KAPUR (camphor)
  2) ajwain (carom seeds)
  3)chhoti ilaichi (cardamom)
  4)laung (clove)
  For good oxygenation.

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• mithoo 56w

  KINDLY SHARE

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• abhi_mishra_ 50w

  सहर - सवेरा
  निजात - मुक्त
  स्याह - काला, Dark
  हयात - ज़िंदगी
  
  
  #hindi #hindiwriters #abhimishra

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  काश कि तेरे शहर से, मेरी बात हो पाती,
  बिताता कुछ वक़्त तो मुलाक़ात हो पाती।
  
  गुज़रता फ़िर गलियों से, राहों से, चौराहों से,
  ढूँढता मैं वो सहर, कि जिसकी रात हो पाती।
  
  पूछता मैं हाल तेरा हर पत्ते से, हर डाली से,
  शामें मेरी फ़िर फिक्र से, निजात हो पाती।
  
  तू रूठती तो डूबता, शहर स्याह अंधेरों में,
  तू मुस्कुराती तब ख़ुशनुमा हयात हो पाती।
  
  सुनता तेरा शहर जब, फ़िर किस्सा तेरा मेरा,
  वो पोंछता फ़िर आँसू, तब बरसात हो पाती।
  
  ©abhi_mishra_

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• love_whispererr 3d

  #storm #fromalostdiary

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  From a sick diary

  Your love was like a cobweb
  on the treen carvings ;
  but i was a skimpy fly ,
  not a stiff-necked spider .
  
  
  || From the diary of a dead fly
  which burbles with the song of storm ||
  
  
  ~bidya

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• love_whispererr 2d

  #Storm #fromalostdiary

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  A love ; not-so-cherished

  I dipped my heart in a chalice of love and
  went for stargazing ; after I came back,
  i found it scarred, betrayed and paralyzed.
  
  
  || The background was murmuring
  an abysmal song of storm ||
  
  
  ~bidya

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• alifiyatahir 2d

  since my eyes have known of you
  my lips have not stopped praying for you
  my heart now lives with half a soul
  and awaits it’s other half
  
  ©alifiyatahir

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• abhi_mishra_ 2w

  #hindi #hindiwriters #abhimishra

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  तुझसे मिलकर के हसरतों का काश हो जाना,
  तेरे मुड़ते ही मेरा हताश हो जाना।
  
  मैंने देखा है पत्थर को बनते इमारत,
  मैंने देखा है पत्थर का ताश हो जाना।
  
  ©abhi_mishra_

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• _solitaire_ 1w

  #sometimes

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  Sometimes you feel like a journal of dead.
  It's all scarred with invisible bruises.
  
  ~alizeh

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• abhi_mishra_ 1w

  बसर - गुज़ारा
  तनहा - एकांत, secluded
  रंजिशें - rivalries, मनमुटाव
  ज़फ़र - सफलता, Success
  
  #hindi #hindiwriters #abhimishra

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  हर रात बसर तनहा,
  तेरे साथ सफ़र तनहा।
  
  रंजिशें हर शाम तुझसे,
  तेरे बाद ज़फ़र तनहा।
  
  ©abhi_mishra_

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• wallfl0wer 4d

  hold onto me,a little tighter
  as i feel myself
  slipping away,
  slipping through your arms,
  through the spaces between your fingers,
  and warm caress that lingers
  between us,
  i am holding on,
  to this life,
  with numbing spirits
  seizing and squeezing ,
  the last vestiges of my days,
  protecting our love,
  pricked by slivers of this ruthless fate,
  hold onto me, tighter
  don't let me slip away,
  hold me like you'd do,any other day
  little caress over thumb and our fingers intertwined,
  your palm, against mine,
  the sensation still lingers,
  in the space between my fingers,
  as you clenched them against mine.
  hold onto me,
  hold me,close to your heart,
  close and closer,
  and we'd never fall apart
  even if i slip away from your arms,
  as i lose the grip of my being,
  I'll stay and linger around,
  space between your fingers,
  skin, nerves and thoughts
  still holding onto you,
  and yet slipping away,
  through time,over time.
  
  ©wallfl0wer

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• carrie09 4d

  #threewords #wod
  @Miraquil thanks a million for a read and appreciation @writersnetwork ����❤

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  Pride of my garden,
  Lilies,crocins, and hyacinths,
  Blossom in time.
  
  I looked up to the sky,
  why does she looks so gloomy ?,
  When winter had blown away,
  She wears a garment of black and grey
  I feel the breeze fanning her down,
  then stillness filled the air,
  
  Then, right there before my eyes,
  unleashing her anger
  with a thunderous cry,
  then set free her emotions of pains,
  She weeps, weeps in rains..
  
  In her wildness she
  throw stones of hail storms ,
  on my roof,in my garden,and then
  Oh no ! standing in portico watching in shock as she flings hailstones in heaps
  hurting my flowers,
  then I too weep and weep,
  my poor flowers bleed in pain.
  ©carrie09

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• love_whispererr 3w

  #love

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  m e t a n o i a

  I wrote about grief, pain and holocaust
  who were twirling around my tongue
  and searching for a home in my metaphors
  to stop, smile and saunter but not to be snared.
  
  
  I wrote about breezes, septembers & autumn
  who were meandering gently on my scarf
  and picking some parables from cozy palettes
  to ponder & plumb but not to be perished.
  
  
  I wrote about cedars, pines and mountains
  who were glowing with the melody of sunrays
  and whispering allegories from lenticular clouds
  to garnish, greet & gyrate but not to be grappled.
  
  
  I wrote about women, femininity and muliebrity
  who were watering patriarchy with protruding gazes
  & swallowing silences without a tablespoon of hope
  to endure and egress but not to be eschewed.
  
  
  I wrote about poets, Plath, Poe and Pablo
  whose syllables were satiating my jaded clavicles
  and melting within the skirmish of my solitude
  but not to be withered but only to live and love.
  
  
  ~of poets, poetries and my existence || bidya

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