Miraquill
And you've no idea
how strongly
I control myself
revealing your name
when someone asks
where my inspiration
come from.
©26as
musings26as
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��Dreamer��Thinker��Believer�� I spill out my deepest feelings into words.
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Your name is written
in my heart
as a title of book
and the entire story
revolves around it.
©26as -
Think of me
as a part of you
and I'll be there
within your soul
guiding you home.
©26as -
I hope you know
how much you're written
and you've been read
every single day.
©26as -
How can you not fall
for such bewitching
beauty of the moon
that shines gently
in the darkness.
©26as -
Your words
do with my thoughts
what coffee does
to the night.
©26as -
To night, Moon is Sun.
©26as -
musings26as
1w
You meet many artists
who live in their art
but you'll never find
someone who becomes
an artist for your art.
©26as -
It's okey if you can't see yourself
achieving your goal from here.
Always choose to keep going
and eventually you'll get there
wherever you wanted to reach.
In order to create the future
you must take a small step today,
so that you may grow through your past.
©26as -
It's me.
It's been me.
Always.
disguised as stranger
since the beginning
cuz I wanted to be
somewhere around you.
can you feel me?
does my name cross your mind?
can you not see
my silhouette
coming forth to your sight?
©26as
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_rungtashruti
35w
For you , love was going with the flow.
And for me, it was growing together
Shruti -
Our imagination flies when we delve into the fruit of our thoughts, letting the words of poetic juices spill out quenching those that thirst....
© Angalina -
SUMMER NIGHTS
Sun
Goes to
Rest in my
lush braids that trail
Eventide.
I
recite poetry,
imbued with jasmines
and petrichor of his
Memories.
Skies
Of six
rainbows, blush pink
Dreaming of the crescent
moon.
©blooming_fossil -
Don't paint me in colors,
Let me live in light.
Let me walk like fog
coloring the twilight.
I know your gestures
I know these textures.
Fragrant smiles,
I'll keep you locked like
holy verses in my locket.
At times on coal,
At times on flowers.
I can walk bare foot
and search for you in air.
Some winters,
Some springs,
This is life
fading with autumns.
Loneliness is smiling with fragrances,
What's left to say?
Words are quiet,
Don't paint me in colors.
©shadowofthoughts_ -
kirkseth 2w
Read More#miraquill #writersnetwork #wod #elfchen @miraquill @writersnetwork @childauthor_345 @kefi_kat @wordsturnedscars
After spending the past few days searching for words that best describes the depth of my gratitude, I still end up more speechless.
Seems words can't describe the feelings or the words are endless, so all I can say Is thank you @writersnetwork for the repost, thank you @childauthor_345 thank you @kefi_kat thank you @miraquill and thank you everyone for the support, and encouragement.
Sometimes I feel like I'm not good enough as a writer and I get infested with the thoughts of giving up, but each time I write on miraquil, your encouragements eliminates the thoughts of giving up and makes me wants to get better, you guys make me wanna be the me I desire.
NOTE: I'M REALLY SORRY TO BORE YOU WITH THIS LONG WRITE-UP, I WAS JUST GONNA SAY THANK YOU BUT WORDS CAME FLOODING IN AND I JUST COULDN'T HELP MYSELF.LIMITED IMAGINATION
Blank,
The pen
Lost it's voice
As painful reality poisoned
Daydreams.
Truth
Came knocking,
With grim scythe
He reaped away imagination
Forever.
Void,
The writer
Loses his purpose
And inks stops flowing
Effortlessly.
Poetry
Without imagination
Is a fable
I can never imagine,
Ever.
©kirkseth
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तुम ज़रा पास आओ तो तुम्हारे गाल चूम लूॅं मैं
सपने में सीने में अपने तुझे कल छिपते देखा था
बहुत गुमान था जिस बाप को अपने बेटे पर
उस बाप को बूढ़े होने पर कल कुटते देखा था
इतनी फिक्र मेरी वो क्यूँ करने लगा भला
जिसे बेरोज़गारी में ख़ुद पे ताने कसते देखा था
ये कौन है जो कर रहा बर्बाद सारा गुलशन
एक तितली जिसे फूल पर कभी मरते देखा था
वाह वाह करते हो जिस शख़्स के गज़ल की महल देख
कई श़ेर को उस दिवार में उसे चुनवाते देखा था
ले लिया अपने ही सिर पर खून का इल्ज़ाम
भूखे बच्चों को अपने जिस बाप ने सोते देखा था
रौंद कर चला गया वो पैदल वालों को
जिस ड्राइवर को कभी पैदल चलते देखा था
जिंदगी बहुत हसीन है, यह कहने वाले को
कमरे में उसके पंखे से लटकते देखा था
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heartsease
17w
Read More#nostalgia writing is tough.
Thank you (to very few people) who stood by my side these days, it was difficult to come up to this.
Maybe I don't write good anymore, maybe I was never a good writer, maybe no one loves me anymore.Unfaded.
My existence is a bucket full of
fetched water that a woman
in distant village draws from an
archaic well, it smells of
petrichor and sweat suffused
within every inch of skin,
whereas it's a quenching galaxy
roaming to douse parched
constellations, I can't tell how long
it'll be stored in those earthen pots
or reeked off to the flowers,
that's how short life is, from what
I've known and seen.
My body is a pastiche of
frail scars and blooming poetries,
it's a home of dried woods and
grained dust to my inbuilt soul.
And I'm a lonely spider
cobwebbed inside it's edges,
exhausted of dead hours
hammering strewn allegories
from merely, a decade
and umpteenth sunset.
A clip of sentiments knitted over
the polaroid of my bones,
a dozen of people racked in the
shelves of my ribcages,
how to unpack this if someday
I walk towards death?
How to fade myself in hearts
which are impregnating memories
with every passing breath?
//My nostalgia is a red claret
that you see bottling up on
Christmas days but I get drunk
over it every passing minute.//
©heartsease -
thelunareclipse
2w
Read MoreThank you @miraquill and @writersnetwork for kind repost. It was unexpectedly but lovely surprise.
And thank you , friends for constant support, i hope you all are good.������The wind
I'm a silent wind,
that blows down the hills.
Sometimes I'm soft,
sometimes I'm brisk,
but i always bring
the wistful memories
to a sleeper's dreams.
My breath is so brief
as i slowly pierce
through the night tranquility.
No one can hear my whispers,
no one can follow my steps.
Now u can see me hovering ,
now you can see me flying.
I'm a careless wind,
that brings longing
and carries all the hopes away.
©thelunareclipse -
Happy morning
The fantasies you had the previous evening can come to the real world in the event that you get up and work at accomplishing them today. Each day is a significant achievement for the following thing to accomplish. So burn through no additional time, get out there and give your all.
©dreamer_broken
