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  • no_one07 30w

    Soulless Building
    I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for a lost cricket ball and other times the once small boy.
    I remember the days when my soul still had remained with me....
    There... he ran from one end of my heart ((corridor) to the other. The very presence of his, made the queen of my heart smile. He came towards her with his sparkling eyes. Covering the long-forgotten folds of her eyes with the warmth of his little hand. The once hidden love inside her was once again brought back by him.
    He came in front of her with a huge smile on his face, which once again reminded her that love did exist... "Nani, look what I have got for you" he said. He put his hand in his pocket trying hard to reach the precious little thing that he had specially brought for her.But as soon as he took it out, his face fell feeling dejected. The flower that he had picked from his garden had been crushed. But Nani lifted his face up with her warm hands. She took the flower and kept it near her heart and said that, it was the best gift she could ever get on her birthday....
    Days went by....and hence came days when the petals started to wither off slowly. The last petal withered off, and my soul departed along with hers...
    The boy came everyday, stood in front of the door and every year without fail, he left the exact flower on her birthdays. A tear escaped my eyes, rolling down my pipes and finally watering the flower he had left.....


    Please give it a read and genuine comments are always welcomed:)
    #firstperson

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    Soulless Building

    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 30w

    Word Prompt:

    Write a 6 word short write-up on Envy

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    Individual with a truthful friend...

  • no_one07 30w

    #choose @writersnetwork

    Remember those days?

    The rose petals in my journal have dried down to the shades of brown,
    And Your photographs in my drawer haven't tasted air for years now...
    My journal full of our memories together,
    With tears rolling down my face
    Watering the rose petals everyday.

    Sometimes I chuckle to myself,
    Remembering the times when you called me a dumbhead.
    And Now hopelessly waiting to hear it just once more again.
    Just once more, please my friend...

    The sun has set once again..
    Leaving the darkness to cover me up.
    And yet once again
    Waking up from it's slumber,
    Ready to spread it's radiance.
    But...
    When will you wake up again, my best friend?....

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    Remember those days...?

    My journal full of our memories together,
    With tears rolling down my face
    Watering the rose petal everyday....
    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 30w

    #prose @writersnetwork
    (The lines inside brackets are the thoughts of the girl)

    Mixed

    I once borrowed a handful of light blue sky from my last lover...
    And I presented him mine...
    The light blue coloured cloud of his
    was beaming at me.
    Ablaze with love..

    As months flew by..
    I saw a gradual fade,
    From electric blue to watery blue
    (Guess my eyes are hallucinating..)
    And finally it turned to a blotchy colour.
    (As long as it remains blue!)

    But one final day,
    Another colour coupled with it...
    It was no longer the glistening blue I saw..
    Instead stood in front of me was a sooty monster.

    That was the day,
    My heart turned bleak..

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    Mixed

    That was the day,
    My heart turned bleak.
    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #character @writersnetwork

    Humans

    I silently strode
    Towards my prey..
    With my paw prints
    Sinking into the wet soil.
    The rain gushed
    But so did my tummy rumble...

    As I was about to
    pounce upon my victim.
    Guilt flashed through me..
    A poor soul was going to
    appease my thirst of lust...

    The second I reckoned
    What I was about to commit...
    It Was horrendous...
    Having that momentary impulse
    To attack on my prey due to my disastrous state.
    I felt so culpable....

    I calmed myself down,
    Remembering the existing humanity left in this world.

    Sacrificing their own dreams
    For their disciples to outshine them.

    Showing the ever happy face to the family
    Though they themselves are swallowed by sorrow.

    Staying by the side of you through tough times
    And forging an optimistic path for you.

    Aren't these the characteristics
    Of a human being.??

    Thinking about this,
    I silently left,
    With my toe prints
    Sinking into the wet Soil...

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    Humans

    Thinking about this,
    I silently left,
    With my toe prints
    Sinking deep to the wet soil.
    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #art @writersnetwork

    Testimony of my Existence

    Black calluses
    The only survivor,
    After my death.

    Society bound me.
    From my happiness and love..
    As the value was not recognised.

    What do you even benefit,
    from fiddling with this instrument?
    Will it ever give you a decent life?
    They impeached,
    Forcing me to..
    Abandon my own happiness.

    Months passed by,
    I turned into a lifeless robot...

    But doesn't it strike them,
    That after a century or two...
    This might even get extinct.
    Forgetting their own culture?!

    But then at least,
    It might get acknowledged
    As one in many extinct art forms...


    (My opinion)
    As years pass by many art forms are getting endangered. The support and encouragement that are given only to a few of them. Every artform has a history and has abundance value which sometimes people fail to understand....

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    Testimony
    of my Existence


    Black calluses
    The only survivor,
    After my death.

    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #monologue

    The cafe

    Jamie... you know, people leave
    But places don't.
    They exist holding back all the memories, fragrances
    And words.....
    Their words echo through the passage of our hearts.
    The way they expressed it,
    Though it was just a jumbling of 26 letters.
    A normal 'Hi' pangs right into us,
    Hoping, we could hear their "Hi" once more.

    Entering a cafe,
    You get reminisced of their exact order
    The place where you sat together...
    Knowing exactly what you were going to order..
    But still looking at the menu..
    Tasting the food, pretending to be critics...
    And the "thank you" at last,
    While leaving the place...
    Until the next time.

    Believe it or not,
    But the most we are reminded of are...
    Are the words whispered by them.

    And now all that is left behind,
    Are their memories, fragrance and the words that they said to us.

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    Monologue

    Believe it or not,
    But the most we are reminded of are...
    Are The words whispered by them.
    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #attic

    Pinned to the Abandoned Memories

    Finally, time to say goodbye
    I thought to myself..
    I ran my fingers
    Through the creaks of the wall.
    have been dwelling here for the past 14 years...

    Every object I have had memories with,
    All packed inside a dark cave.

    Lastly, the most dreading part arrived...
    Bidding farewell
    To my niche,
    Filled with fantasies...
    A place which,
    Held my tears and laughter in secrecy...
    ---My Attic

    I traced my fingers
    On the place where I had marked my height.
    I laughed seeing all the crayon prints on the wall.
    As I went forward,
    All the memories rushed inside my mind.

    Oh! I almost forgot to pack my treasured box.
    I had buried it inside a tile, that had come loose.
    I carefully took the tile out,
    To find my most cherished memories.

    I chuckled as
    I saw a chocolate wrapper
    Oh! How I had to hide it from my brother!
    And hey!! Here is the pen
    that I was searching for ages, treasured secretly..

    Of course the report cards..
    And hmmm...lastly my first poem!!!
    And my first ever story...

    I had a hearty laugh..
    Looking back at my works...

    Don't know, somehow things changed.
    Had no time fighting with my brother
    Nor the happiness that I once had...
    Might be it was good to revisit the past,
    Once again to remember that life is too short.

    I left the Attic,
    With the box full of memories.
    And with a tear dripping down my face...


    My first poem in the comments section ( if you are curious to check it out! )
    And thanks to @kaetkey for her encouraging words and love !

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    Pinned to the Abandoned Memories

    I left the Attic,
    With the box full of memories.
    And with a tear dripping down my face...

    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #spice #blackpepper

    Cold and cough

    Reminiscing the cold past,
    Where I was laid in my bed,
    High in fever.

    Betrayed by my taste buds.
    Food, which once seemed delightful
    Became a nightmare.

    One by one they left me aside,
    Regardless pepper didn't lose hope
    It lingered by my side,
    In the soup and porridge
    That I had to swallow day and night.
    The passion I felt in my throat,
    because of it's adamant nature.
    Was beyond my imagination.

    The crushing sound,
    That it made with with the artifact,
    Along with my mother's compassion
    Slowly made me recover.

    The betrayers returned
    And though they reimbursed...
    The emotion I felt with pepper
    Remains with me forever.

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    Cold and cough

    One by one,
    They left me aside.
    Regardless pepper lingered by my side.
    ©no_one07

  • no_one07 31w

    #autobiography

    Tough and Persistent

    Sometimes, it does feel a bit left alone,
    When kept in a flower shop...
    Humans walking past me,
    Avoiding me and picking my city companions.

    Day by day,
    I hope to get picked..
    Peeking out of my protective thorny green mama
    And exhibiting my cuteness to the people walking past me.

    Ding,
    There comes another soul
    Pick me! Pick me!
    I yell.
    But the voice comes out muffled
    Due to the dense thorny bushes.

    But after all...
    Who would give a cactus flower to their loved ones?
    I thought....
    Being alone in a deserted place was pathetic.
    But now....
    Being lonely in the buzzing store is more miserable....


    Thank you @writersnetwork ❤��
    A letter from cactus flower to humans...
    #fletterc

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    Tough and Persistent

    But after all...
    Who would give a cactus flower to their loved ones?
    ©no_one07