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Me and my introverted mind becomes the most extroverted persons when we go for a walk
- Monsoon
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These days crying feels like a crime
Every single blink around me
Looks like the flashes from a paparazzi
You want to enjoy it secretly
But someone catches you off guard with your agony
Later the interrogation stage about the cause,
"Don't get disheartened. Life is a race just stay strong"
Makes me really want to commit a real crime
With obnoxious & anxious thoughts in my mind
- Monsoon
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10w
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8th Mar 22'
(And happy women's day to all the lovely and hard working women out there ��)Letter
Dear Daddy,
It's a little bizarre that other than you, the entire world will be reading this letter which is verily written for you (lol).
Anyways... I think you will agree with me (only on this thing) that we've always been ketchup and ice cream for each other and not like how all these Bollywood movies or even some in real life too portray how a daughter shares covalent bond with her dad only. I also agree that every single year we aged, with rage too...
Sometimes even micro particles can't be properly detected under microscopes but we somehow always ended up making them a life size particle in our disagreements. When there were no 'reasons', we still tried to find the 'R's.
But, there can never be any questions raised when it comes to your commitments & responsibilities. I mean how? Amidst your video call meetings, officials activities, shopping groceries, paying bills and fees, bringing maa's and your numerous diabetes medicines, you still remember my trivial tidbits like bringing a 5/- Dairy Milk or my favorite samosa chaat when I didn't even mention you to bring !
Once which has been uttered from my lips, you have always successfully accomplished it. You never said 'NO' to any kind of my urgent needs as I've seen other parents who scrunch their noses if their child's assignments or courses demands an extra amount of expenditure than the usual times...So many nights and even days I've spent thinking if I fail to achieve what you've till date? If I just end up being another looser or a spoil brat? These thoughts frightens me a lot and I end up crying and cursing myself.
I know it pisses me off when you can't understand something or tech related stuffs at once or just forget about my section or my faculties name but then I regret why I yelled or created a stupid scene. We have been kind of living in a long distance relationship specially during covid when I was sharing the same roof with you so I couldn't reflect my repentance or love... Today for the first time you wished me "Happy International Women's Day". I was astonished but more than that I was happy as you're not good with dates usually.
Well as you know I'll be departing within 2-3 days for my college classes so I'll miss all of these our arguments and happy times too. From there too I'll get angry over the phone but still won't be able to say 'I love you' and will cry until nobody sees me.
Yours Lovingly,
Shona Mama
(8th March 2022)
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This won't be something special or enticing to read but this will be very close to my heart as this was the VERY FIRST poem that I wrote in English & started my so-called writing journey. I wrote this back in 3rd Aug 2014 for raksha bandhan. :)
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6th Mar 22'MY BROTHER
Oh my dear, please be here,
I can't live without you anywhere.
In your absence my life is empty,
And my tears fall down like the Fall Kempty.
Words can't express my love,
That you are the best in this world.
When anybody asks, "Whom do you admire?"
I say "MY BROTHER" who is like an empire.
Believing everyone is my weak point
But when it comes to you, it's my plus point.
I know that you are not a superman
But, for me you are a superhuman.
Now in your life you’ve got what you wished.
Still there is one thing which is missing in your list,
That is a perfect wife,
Who would shape up your life.
At last, I'll say sorry for making you cry
But, trust me I'm searching for a good try.
I want to be 'The Best' from 'The Worst'
And make you feel proud to say, "Yes I've the right trust".
Please never cry it hurts me very much
And be the same 'cause I love you as such.
- Monsoon
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5th Mar 22'
(Never wrote something this stupid)That Brown Suit
And after such a wearying week,
Weekends = "please let me sleep"
But this weekend was a little special
As I'll be meeting my Mr Essential.
One who wakes up at 11 am on holidays
Was ready by 7 am just to see his face
I don't know how today he'll be dressed
But his go-to Brown & White suits
Have always made me impressed
The clock was marching
Along with my anxious heartbeats.
"Out for delivery" my phone chimed
I felt so ecstatic as if I saw this for first time
"Aaj tumse pehli mulakat hogi
Phir aamne samne baat hogi "
(Was singing this out loud on my head)
*ting - tong*
Like adrenaline I rushed towards my door
It was the moment I've been waiting for
With utmost love & care I held him in my arms
And let him sit on a sofa without causing any harm
He looked perfect in his brown tailored suit
And wore a bubble wrap shirt beneath this look
To secure all the lovely presents for me
That I bought from my hard earned money !
- Monsoon
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"What you want to become in future?"
"A gaya-co-lo-gishh !!"
Replied with my baby blunt voice
When I was riding on your shoulders
You & maa couldn't stop your laughter.
I always thought I said something explicit
But it was just my cuteness which you were enjoying it
Since then,
You turned my tiny room into College Street
And after tuitions gave me best puchka treats.
Every time I felt disgusted with History & Maths
As after results my will power would collapse
What is so fascinating to calculate my dad's age?
Or learning about some old fashion World Wars
Which would never happen again?
But thank God !
I passed my boards with pretty decent marks
And for Biology in my school, I set a benchmark !
More than maa your eyes were glistening with joy
Now I guess there's nothing to be destroyed...
When I was leaving for studies to a foreign land,
Just like any typical middle class Indian parents
Maa decked up my bags with sweaters & mittens
And loads of homemade food & savories.
After years of backpain & increased eye power,
I was standing in front of my dream tower
This time I was carrying you & maa on my shoulders in the form of my dreams
Exciting, nerve wracking & jittery all it seems.
Two years went within a blink of an eye
Recalling those puchka treats with you makes me cry.
"Students from India are requested to vacate their rooms immediately & book their flights for India as there are chances of major destruction between Ukraine & Russia"....
It was 22nd of February,
When I woke up to a similar headline like this
Chills were traveling from my face to feet
I decided this time not to pick up your call
But, I did.
"Beta where & how are you??"
"I'm in my hostel & till now, I'm fine"
"I'm trying for your ticket but they are quickly getting sold out but don't you worry my little tigress you'll quickly reach home safe and sound even if I have to sell my kidney for you ticket"
"Are you mad? Khabardar agar aisa dobara aap bole toh. My roommates are also there we will surely figure out. Bye love you."...
This might be our last call
And even if not, I don't think I can talk.
It's the third day & situations have worsened
We have been moved to a bunker
It is crowded & stinking badly
There are no water or food supply.
Unfortunately I've started bleeding too
There are no dustbins or changing rooms
I went to a corner with my belongings
Each tear fell with an old memory scribbled over it.
Honestly, I won't be sad if I die
But your tigress couldn't become a gynecologist will haunt me till my 7th reincarnation
It might hurt you, but slowly try to wake up without my thought & face in your phone
Try to walk away from my favorite puchka stall
Try to sleep early without waiting for a video call
And please keep all of my achievements in my divan....
Your "gaya-co-lo-gishh" will always love you ❤
- Monsoon
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I waited for so many days for your love ❤ & RP (2nd :') @writersnetwork
28th Feb 22'And now one thing I understood,
Maybe History was waiting to make me a part of it's History !
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Note : Mistress - a woman who has power, authority, or ownership: such as ; the female head of a household (source Merriam Webster)
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It's a very old school way of addressing lover & I haven't used it in the other infamous way :) [I know it's giving a wrong meaning that is why I've cleared it here]
26th Feb 22'
The clock was ticking around 8:30
I was standing near my casual tapri.
Restlessly sipping my tea
& was cursing the miserable Monday.
" Bhaiya ek cup coffee aur ek maggi "
I heard someone say.
I quickly turned around to see this weird human.
But, she turns out to be a winsome woman
In a white denim with a navy boyfriend t-shirt
And I with a sweaty attire was looking absurd.
Frustrated with the absence of her coffee,
I saw she was approaching towards me
But she just walked away ignoring me...
It was quite getting dark now
So I had to reach home somehow
Still, just for once I wanted a rewind
'Cause that side profile was flickering on my mind.
Layed on the bed, kept staring at the ceiling
And started talking to my feelings.
"If that lil glimpse & odd mix could hit me so much,
Imagine if she had conversed !"
After talking gibberish & mumbling
I woke up to a new morning
Like a kid, wished for some magic in my prayer.
Sadly not noticing her for days filled me with despair.
"Good things take time"
Well I was able to see that live
When she crossed my path & fate again
To make me mad in love & take away my pain.
Watching her in kurti made me so ecstatic,
With open hair, dainty jhumkas & a tiny bindi,
Damn she looked like a Renaissance aesthetic.
In a hallucinated room, her eyes can make me sober.
And if those dimples appear, then everything will be over.
I know you're unaware about my existence
But someday I'll want you to make my mistress.
I'm happy that we are standing in the same scene
Not once but, twice for this magic to feel...
Now, I closed my eyes to picture all the 'ifs' & thens'
Like from being in a relationship to till the end.
So after a hectic schedule, we can go for a walk
If you'll be faraway, just call me we can talk.
Discovering new cuisines & places,
Swearing & giggling upon our exes,
Oh I would love this to experience.
Whenever we'll get into a fight,
Honestly I'll forget the existence of the word 'pride'.
I will never act like amateurs & address you as sexy
Beacuse I want to have goals like Reynolds & Lively.
On every weekends instead of "34+35" ,
We can have our own Saturday Night Live
Where we'll dance & scream on karaokes the whole night.
As you're born with a gorgeous smile
So never be shy to flaunt those smile lines
As I have to stretch them bit by bit rest of my live....
Miss Anonymous there's just one thing I can ask you for,
When I'll be vulnerable & weak,
Please hold me tightly till all of my tears shed through my cheeks.
At last I'll conclude to you by saying that
The day when you'll seize me through your one blink,
On our first date I'll recite these lines & toast to you with a drink.
- Monsoon
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24th Feb 22'Void
Was never enough, & would never be
Unblinking art everywhere I can see.
I wonder,
How something so pretty & praiseworthy
Can make me sink into jealousy or anxiety?
How weird & funny isn't it?
Hi I'm an eligible voter,
Who tripped off the track to be a scholar
And continuing being a dreadful daughter.
Initially,
My thoughts were like a white light & I was a prism
So first I tried learning about expressions & rhythm
But later realized I was lacking the precision.
After this my dreams whispered about 'fashion'
But the college I fancied about, didn't want that to happen.
Sadly with a sour heart went to a privy university for this passion.
Often in my room with my phone I tried karaokes
When I was all alone or boredom used to hit me
But it just turned out to be of an average quality.
In between all of this,
I forgot about something that I tried long back
Is writing poems when I used to be sad.
It was an impromptu act by a 15 years old
Who wrote about her teenage angst & some stories untold.
Tried to revive the hobby after being an adult
But it was just turning out to be lame & absurd.
(And the irony is, I'm writing now one)
In a world full of physical Venus Flytraps
I'm like a Touch-Me-Not plant
Because a person with a bubble heart
And eyes with everlasting leakage
Can't survive the real life's Squid Game.
I'm in my confused & lonely 20's
But my colleagues are already in their 30's !
Whenever I dive into my Instagram feed,
Every other person is an entrepreneur, creator or an artist.
Talking about LinkedIn, I become gutless
Seeing other's 100 internships & getting placed,
It's a major source to make you feel depressed.
You all might call me a pessimist
But trust me the actual truth is,
These motivational quotes just lasts for 5 minutes.
The minute after reading,
"I'm worthless" song starts playing...
Long story short,
I'm neither a genius nor a girl with a crown
I was never meant to ever stand out,
Rather I was just meant to live in the crowds.
- Monsoon
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22nd Feb 22'Sadness
What is sadness?
When you can feel the crimson liquid withering away from four chambers of your body & you can still work in your workplace with a paralyzed mind
When your droplets of innocence falls down on the ground frequently like a tarnished leaf & there's nobody to catch or caress them
When you start to weigh way lesser than what is being reflected on your weighing machine
When your favourite cuisines no more entice you like your first love
When you can still stand sober after bottles of temporary pleasure
When you are no more affected by a crying baby...
When you are sad, you are just a living corpse
- Monsoon
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Likhne ke leye bas kuch likh diye
22.2.22 (The day when @miraquill & @writersnetwork disappeared....maybe pranking or celebrating or retirement ��)You are lyrics to my skeleton
And music to my soul
- Monsoon
©monsoonpaul
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One day the paradox I'm breathing
Would finally outrun me
And I'd outgrow myself.
When that happens
Remember me not as a loss
But as a closure
That let's you move on.
Do layer me with things of beauty
When I leave with the soil.
Let tragedies melt off my bones
To feed the ironies deep down.
One day I'd be divorced from me
As the number resets
And I'd hibernate on pyre.
When that happens
Remember me not as an epoch
But as a moment
That percolates in thin air.
Do sprinkle my memories
In streams of time
Let contemporary cross my mind
As I flow along.
©_transient -
shailjaaaa
8w
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This is after a long time��
Thank you @luvnotes_challenge_host ma'am for permitting me to participate in this challenge even though I am late������On a hazy morning of February,
He arrived,
Alongwith him,
the magic arrived.
F L O W E R S
The flowers are still veiling
their fragrance by
tender petals to
enchant her beloved.
The nectar she poured
every night, when she sobbed
the tears of separation
are now transformed into
the intoxicated crystal
which are waiting to be
savoured by his eyes.
S K Y
The dripping alchemy
which fate is showering
over her,
The misfortune has been
knelt down before her.
Blessings,
from the sun and moon
are making her
scintillating,
enhancing her curves and
replacing the darkness
of her heart with dazzling
resplendent hues.
B E L O V E D
The alluring smile,
with beaming face.
His eyes are filled with cluster of
galaxies.
The delicate red lips
drenched in love,
His heart is beating
the rhythms of her name.
They are meeting under
the sky,
which was once cursed
by torments and
pain of seperation.
//Their union is announced by
blooming flowers,
birds chirping
songs of love,
vibrant butterflies
embellishing
their hair.
Her beloved has arrived
after the ages,
just like this spring,
which has arrived
after frigid winters.//
©shailjaaaa -
love_whispererr
9w
Read MoreSometime those side characters of my life scream poetry and i must listen them with a smile.
#life #wod
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...
i count the skies around me
some were yellow, some were pink
and some were blue too ; clear they were
some were awaiting for the sunups
and some were scribbling the departures
and some were neither waiting nor redeeming
ohh ! blue-skinned they were ;
i found them neither innocent nor liars
i found them as the side characters
of the story of my grandmother
they never fought with the king
they never romanced with the princess
they never demanded a page in history book
they did neither scream nor giggle
but still they did hold the fireflies of night
and butterflies of the miraculous twists
and without them, i found the story as an
"a s h t r a y".
~of blues, stories and ashtrays
~bidya b. -
A girl : My uncensored existence
more often,
those women of my life teach me to survive
and what they do for their continuity
in the pasturelands of winter and
they enlighten my soul how should
I follow them being a girl.
my mother waters my existence
under the shadows of patriarchy
and holds the branches hard while
instructing me to endure everything
with utter silence ;
my grandmother worships that tree
like her only God while
sitting under those branches all time.
and those men of life cage me
inside a vivid cage and
i sigh while counting my feathers
again and again ;
less often they unlatch the cage
to get me some fresh air but
my dusted beak and tired wings
never know how to fly and kiss the virgin clouds.
©Bidya b. -
Writer : one who doesn't decay ,with decay of time
They carry
sky as their pages,
stars as words,
world as matter,
ideas as wings,
thoughts as fuel,
and everything which
left mark as their ink.
Writers are boundless just like their thoughts. They are journey as well as direction for many. They are even fire and the extinguisher too. Their sword of words bring war and peace and what not. They enlighten us and this whole world with wisdom of their ink hold. They bring meaning to the tiniest things, to the things which we often prefer to ignore. In darkness they bring light without even lightening lamp. They know us without even knowing us than the people who are beside us, as if they are omniscient one. They can make you travel the universe even sitting in the remotest corner.
They bleed in either blue or black. They sink and swim in the sea of words, they don't wait for sunrise to set. With passage of time, they start decaying but the imprint they left never die as such. Perhaps, it's their thoughts that are boundless and so they are.
-..
10.03.2022 -
A distant mirror
I gaze at my mother's eyes while she talks about her childhood like a not-so-long-lived dream.
Her stories about building a world in her books and later turning its pages into boats and letting them go to float freely- the papers, her self-built dreams.
Sometimes I smile remembering her stories while on the other hand, a part of me dies every time I hear a fellow woman screaming out of pain with bruises on their bodies and their shoulders weighed down with patriarchy.
Numerous poems with romanticized words which could've been served to their ears broke themselves down into pieces in my head.
And again I remind myself that I'm my mother's paper boat which is supposed to float freely.
So I look at the sky while quoting that girls like me are made up of ounces of their dreams mixed with a pinch of social norms.
Sometimes, we burn down our dreams to offer light to our loved ones and later paint smiles on our faces with the leftover ashes.
You know, I have an unknown friend who visits me more often these days.
She has fierce eyes and an innocent smile sprinkled with great dedication while she talks about freedom.
Her eyes don't live behind the curtains of spectacles like mine.
She doesn't tie her hair behind.
She becomes a shoulder to cry on every time I feel helpless.
The other day, she was preaching to me about being rebellious.
But I told her that "I don't want to be a rebel,
I'm okay with being fragile and calm,
I just want to be myself" to which she replied,
"You've to be a rebel to fight to be yourself".
I can look at her and tell them that she's one of those little birds who broke the cage and flew away in the open sky.
She's everything I couldn't be.
She's everything I want to be.
She's the woman I see a glimpse of when I see my mother talking.
She's the voice in my head,
She's the girl in the mirror.
©priyanshipandeyy -
_gk_07
10w
Read MoreA writer loves amid the library aisles,
seeking ample metaphors in the sun-kissed books,
to ink the mortifying ordeal of their colourless life,
of charcoal-black ink and vintage white sheets.
A writer caresses the saudade songs and gloomy skies,
the wilted daisy petals and bruised silver spoons of loneliness,
with poetic rhymes under the chandelier of broken stars.
A writer blends red painted blues and yellow tainted greys,
to daub the canvas with their chlorine memories,
brushing with altruistic alliterations and serene hued similes.
~gk
©_gk_07
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Edit: Thank you @writersnetwork ��- Writers -
In the ocean of words,
writer's emotions sleep on the rock bed of metaphors,
with ripples of writersblock waves,
to save the incomplete poetries in torrent storms,
when the pages refuse to accept the perplexed thoughts,
drowning by the drifts of frustration and fragmentary verses.
©_gk_07 || March 22' 09 -
the hands of a writer
Ink-stained knuckles/ aching fingers / broken bones / bruised from the weight of words / (I never knew that words could be so heavy) / hands stripping themselves to flesh and bone/ tearing opening these tentatively healed wounds / mirroring this skin of stubborn scars on the page / to be raw enough, to be authentic enough / to be enough / letting this beating heart spill through my fingers / bleeding its secrets profusely, unashamedly, without fear/ allowing these bloodstains to become my self portrait / turning this ache to clay / to sculpt tragedies into art / and calling it poetic.
©_chrysanthemum_ -
unspokenpen1927
10w
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Thanks for the ♡ @writersnetwork
Thanks for the EC@miraquill ♡Writers
Writers are the story
Tellers of the emotions
By braiding the words
In the form of lines
Paragraph and sentences
Writers are the pillar
Of the literature
And their heart is kept
Betwixt History pages
Writers imagination can
Paint all the seasons
Through their verses
In the single yellow page
Writers argue with their
Words,comments with the
Consonanace,loves with
Their sonnets and ends
Wars with the monostich
Writers quill pumps its
Beats in the red sea when
They use symphony of broken
Hearts And they have the power
To change the world.
©unspokenpen1927 -
miraquill
10w
Read MoreListen, writers are the ones that drip fishhooks down their throats to coax out their hearts. Writers are the ones who fling those heart-hooks into the sea even if they have a message but not a bottle. Listen, sometimes fish swallow them. Some of those fish sink to the bottom of the ocean with the weight of the world in those hearts — those Plath hearts, those Hemingway hearts — and some of them grow feathers.
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