Miraquill
When given a chance to knock someone's heart before entering into it,
I would rightfully barge into yours knowing that I'll be welcomed anyway....
I would not invade all of it, neither would I leave room for many, just the important ones....
While entering into the gallery of your memories,
I'll camouflage myself only to try and reminisce your idyllic glow,
so that whenever you feel palmy, I can bloom the lavender of nostalgia..
And when it comes to the dark abandoned room you've never spoke about,
I'll become the silhouette which you've hoped for,
And make a laudable attempt to become your way of rescue
Knowing that not every room is liveable,
I'll find my foot out of the dusty dorms after planting some laurel and bellflower...
No hesitation when it comes to your aghast looking territory,
I might not be idealistic enough to become the shooting star you've wished for all along,
But I'll try and become a meteor, even if i were to ignite a paltry of your desire...
While passing through the nightmares of yours,
You'll see me collecting your toys onto which you'd squeezed in horror,
Only to make fun of you for the rest of your life...
Having investigated enough, here I am.. making myself home...nonetheless my belief of raising in love, I'll still choose to fall for you even if i were never to raise again....
©sadaf786
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sadaf786
19w
The abet of solemn heartbreak
Gave her an excuse
To choke the paper by stabbing the pen
Only to fall in love once again
Sobbing the proses and
Conflicting her metaphors
She finally cherished her pain
©sadaf786 -
To someone special,
//Let me inhale phosphenes during sabaism just to exhale escasty of constellation to celebrate this special day//
Endeavouring our journey of togetherness might struck my throat with reminiscence, blur my view with tears leaving a satisfactory smile on face yet complaining about something which doesn't exist.
They say a good friend is the one who knows everything about you but still stands by your side, but DAMMNN yaar Prachi, you know about me more than I actually do now don't tell me k "hum dono ek hi toh hai"
I've always been in love with the idea of the existence of universe and the immense energy lying out there until you've come and made my jaw drop in "awe"
Speaking with you always feels like speaking to a better version of myself from some parallel universe and you literally made me believe in the concept of the "7 - dimensional theory of souls"
I thought I was the only one to bring up the most random conversations or act over- dramatic or can fight over something which doesn't even exist until I spoke to you, right here on this platform for the first time wherein we spoke like some lost Kumbh Mela sisters, matching the exact same energy and thoughts, singing craziest songs out of the blue, fighting over the filmy dialogues and what not...
( I am not bringing up how artfully you'd turn taunts into my own insults)
And recalling the dialogue where we almost yelled in unison k " Yaar tu mujhe pehle kyun nhi mili?" Still make my day and bring a tinge of smile on my face..
Having someone who doesn't judge you, who can carry your words with the exact amount of intensity you've provided isn't less than a miracle, and you are a complete miracle (vo alag baath hai k saare miracles Angels nhi hotey, chudail bhi hotey hain thode)
We share so may similarities.... Uffff, it's like whenever I try to carefully wrap- up my words to camouflage some vague feelings, you could read between the lines right through it and tell me exactly what I want to hear. The bond we share still feels surrealistic as if you are to be some fantacy
( Still, it doesn't change the fact k I've lent you half of my brain)
I don't know why am I beating around the bush, I guess all I want to say is that I've never seen someone as unique as you, someone as talented and intelligent as you and someone as kind-hearted as you... You never act superior, you give people the freedom to express themselves, you just blend into the environment you've put into.... You make people feel special, you care about everyone, you can never see someone in trouble and you are the someone people can trust, you make a great leader and a great teacher who can show people the right path
Thank you note: aaahhhh...!!! How can I ever thank you my dear @wannabecreative ... Let me try,
Thank you very much for being an amazing frnd
Thank you for being considerate
Thank you for being such a sweet sis
Thank you for being you
Thank you for letting me be myself
Thank you for letting us share this wonderful bond
Finally, wish you a very happy birthday my dear @wannabecreative
May Allah bless you with everything you deserve ❤️
©sadaf786 -
sadaf786
40w
Every one doesn't have the privilege to find what they love,
May be that's why they say "love what you do"
©sadaf786 -
Under the wabi sabi of lacuna,
There she was,
Humming the silence,
Feeling the numbness,
Unorganizing the chaos and
Creating the flawless lypophrenia
©sadaf786 -
If forever was meant to be an illusion
Then the sun would never dissolve it's pride
For the sake of a mere droplet of water,
Just to find itself betrayed by the rainbow
©sadaf786 -
sadaf786
46w
In search of the epitome of poetry,
You gifted me the pain and uttered
"Some pains are better left unnoticed"
©sadaf786 -
Red: A colour of love and warmth
Urges us to stipulate the horror of danger,
Isn't it irony that we've never amplified that
"Love can be dangerous too"
Blue: A colour filled with sadness and melancholy
Expenditiously reminds the calmness of ocean
Can the ocean possibly be an essendentesiast?
White: A colour of tranquility and ataraxia
Forces us to remind the proxysm of eulogy,
Can you hear the metaphors screem
"Extreme reverie leads to solitude?"
Grey: As old-fashioned and saddened as it looks
Never skips to rush the reminiscence of ramè,
Let the shades of grey weave us
"The acipathy hidden in the latibule"
Yellow: A colour giving the urge to close eyes out of brightness
Also reminds us the extreme sore end,
Let it teach us "To choose the best part of all"
©sadaf786 -
sadaf786
50w
Let me inhale the nostalgia of bibliosmia,
While sighing the utopia of hiraeth
©sadaf786 -
Poems are mosaics made of broken pieces of heart
Scribbled for the nostalgia of halcyon in their recluse
©sadaf786
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I exactly don't know from which point to start!
There are a lot of things to say!
Since January I am not here actually not on any social media! For the complete January, February, March, and April months I didn't write anything!
I didn't interact with anyone, barely a hi and hello that too for formality not really from my heart!
Things were really difficult at my side!
Very complicated that even If I try to recall it I will end up crying!
I didn't feel like doing anything. I just had the pain and patience was no longer my friend! If you ask me what happened precisely it was just a gust of sadness for a while but it left a great impact! I was figuring out how to come out of that little did I know that I was wrapping myself more into trouble! Now things are quite well, the holy month of Ramadan gave me peace!
The ache is still fresh if I recollect everything!
Well, the whole point of telling this is I was active yet I didn't reply to anyone!
Sweetu bhai especially you, not a day goes by without having a thought about you!
You know that I always run to you when things seem difficult. You have been by my side always. A sorry from my side that I didn't care enough as a sister. You were texting continuously yet I didn't respond
I wanted to but I had a fear! I was not in myself!
Sanam my dushhh, you are a sweetheart.
Thank you for keeping a check on me!
I know I hurt you a little but I know you understand me! I miss learning new words and things from you
Kini love, similarly I kept avoiding your texts. It was difficult for me but I was not ready to talk. Thank you for being such a considerate friend! I love you unconditionally
Sid bhai every time I opened miraquill I had at least one comment from you! You were the reason for my smile! Thank you for always checking up on me! I missed you and your powerful writeups
Inkyyyy, Khan, and Shaiz you people are home. I think sabse zyada pareshan maine inky ko hi kiya hai. Every time I take a break you people ask my cousin about my health!
Blessed to have such sweet people!
I feel like crying, this place is home to me, and departing from the home was difficult for me too! I am healing every day, strengthening myself!
Thank you everyone for all the love and care!
I miss you, people, too it is just I am unable to convey
- moonie -
zaibempyrean 2w
Imperfectly Perfect
Yeah, I'm optimistic most of the time
Yeah, I care for those around, to shine
I, do bring a joyous place
So I could beat the life's race
Thou thinks of me as I'm always same
Working on the exact tame
But..
Life is entirely a roller coaster
Sometimes up and else lower
I am a being with human tendencies
Can't be optimistic everyday
Can't bring same light to always slay
There are days, when I'm in own darkness
And when obscurity comes my way
I intentionally distant myself
Not for hatred, but to deal with ownership
Sometimes, too much for being a source of light
I will face my demons to stay alive
I believe I can fight them alone
I don't want to shed tears on someone else's,
To bring rain on someone else's direction
Don't worry
At the very moment I feel surrending
I'll ask thou, for rescue without hesitation
This makes me feel my flaws
Happy to be imperfectly perfect being...
©zaibempyrean -
pink_berry
3w
Read More#love #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #aloowrites #berryinkslove #honestgranny
Enjoy reading.What is LOVE?
What is love?
Maybe an emotion if felt right.
Or
A potion if directed in the wrong.
What is love?
Maybe stealing a glance of her in crowd
Or
A feeling of ecstacy when she is around.
What is love?
Maybe hiding that dried rose given by him
Or
Noticing his little gestures as bliss.
What is love?
Maybe inking about them secretly in your pages
Or
Weeping in your prayers for them.
What is love?
Maybe when the world couldn't understand of what it is.
//And honey if you ask the same i would say - "a feeling that makes you feel absolutely ENOUGH, that's when you are completely in LOVE.//
©pink_berry -
pink_berry
3w
Read More
An epiphany is an experience of a sudden and striking realization.
#grateful #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork #aloowrites #honestgranny i lovee the prompt. Enjoy reading ❤A sweet medicine
Long back i was sick. The illness was termed as ingratitude.
I was complainant about every moment, little did i know that those were blessings in disguise.
Then came a doctor. His name was Epiphany. He held my hand and took me into the lanes of poverty and filled my heart with satisfaction for what i have. Then he took me on the streets where weak souls face the worse of worse and that made me shed tears and wonder of how luxuriously I've been living. We spent hours talking about the little blessings of life we often tend to ignore. About how we have inured our inner soul to see the bad in every good. How easily we forget about the almighty who didn't think twice to grant us for what we asked. It was the time for him to visit another patient. He handed me a sweet medicine, which tasted a bit bitter in the start but felt sweet as it embraced my heart. The medicine was Gratitude.
It doesn't come quick but when it comes it stays for eternity.
~The very moment you internalise and be grateful of whatever you hold, the wisdom knocks your door.~
©pink_berry -
maiatamarain
4w
Read More@pink_berry Happiee birthdayyy winnniiieeeeeee ��❣ vamp loves youuuu .... you are really my lucky charm ... today was just awesome!!! Thank youuuu pooohhhhhhh
(Secret mein ek ladka hu)��Today I fall short of feelings
Because the love she pours upon all of us
Is like a never ending cascade
It's just too much my soul
Will it be ever able to hold it all?
I have seen sunsets writing her letters
Inviting her for a ball dance with the moon
Her Sweetness sprinkled upon warm hearted Poetries are my secret escape from reality
One day I remember
Someone randomly asked me
"Who is that girl?"
I replied " She's the owner of pink skies
The maker of my Kabir and kaira
Holder of the title 'Ms Raval' "
Wait why am I trying to put her awesomeness
Into words?
When the letters themselves refuse to fit in
They all tell me the same thing that she is
Like those city lights illuminating
Hearts with hopes of new love
Simplicity follows her lead
She's my lucky charm My pooh Winnie
©maiatamarain -
Weeps of life
Will your goodbyes add stars on that sky!
More beautiful than art a blacksmith is!
You were an perfect art
of god! And still you don't feel proud!
In a village, what is the use of skyscrapers
The visitor shall feel pleasured in the hut
Let that drinker taste the
sweetness of death
they said an end but a beginning he shall find!
Tell a star how does it feel to die so fast
The reply will be "Perhaps the day
will be seeing the dreams to pull over the sun"
mother's don't have a heart you shall place your hand on your right chest, it will be beating too
Oh! Heart pull over the curtains of
your room
And then cry!
Perhaps I was your neighbor!
How did this stream of grief flowed towards my eyes.
How did these eyes still can't cry!
Do such a prostration that grief shall forget you and you shall forget grief!
Body shall forget the heart and heart shall forget to beat!
In this strange summer stay laying under your sin's shade
This familiar sun will be dragged too!
This garden isn't by the young bud!
There a nightingale lived too!
Don't you stop sowing seeds when springs suicide, from horses great
Alexanders also fell, Dead suns rose there where moses fell!
They said we murdered the sun in evening's prayer
The news seemed so true that moon also arrived in the graveyard for funeral.
Two ways diverging from heart! one sin, and I am prisoned in farthest shelves of despair, a book of repentance what
I saw and suddenly veins started appearing
Let's visit the pocket of poor!
And stitch our prayers with it for perhaps we may see the heavens nearer!
/When a world you conquered, but you lowered your gaze, above that eyeless sky's sight got mad, in an atheist heart veins found God's presence they had!/
©faisal_hussain_haqqani_ -
doseogwan_aeingal 3w
Read MoreWords I mostly want to say you...
My friend and Me
The most common
relationship is being friends,
And the most difficult relationship
to maintain is also being friends.
A friend is an umbrella
On rainy days...
A wisp of wind on a
Sunny days...
A poem in ordinary time
and a greeting in lonely days...
In Oracle bone inscriptions,
the character "PENG" is 2
strings of jade on the same rope,
representing like-minded people...
But I think it also represents
people who trust eachother.
And this trust builds on
honesty. This is the way how
poeple get along with eachother.
You are an amazing guy
someone can have for...
You have been the best nd most
important person of my heart
just in few days nd with lil
conversations. Thank you for
everything you have given me
truly from heart....
©doseogwan_aeingalNo matter the bad that has happened or will happen in future always remember that you are so special to me nd to my dearest heart.
©Your's Kiesh -
One ought, everyday at least
Every morning, along with
Body, wash soul with
Frothy foam of hope,
One ought, everyday at least
Cherish, growing sun,
Melody of chirping birds and inhale
The air mixed with flower essence
And let the positivity runs in veins,
One ought, everyday at least
At home or while stepping out
Don't forget to paint lips
With smile which doesn't need
Any touch up again, stays same
Even in harder times,
One ought, everyday at least
Make sure the words on
Tongue's tip should be
Softer like marshmallows,
Facing fire which melts itself
But hardly hurts back,
One ought, everyday at least,
Steals some time to see those
Fading eyes, whom life could
Betray anything, so create
Memories to keep them alive,
One ought, everyday at least
Keep,every pocket full with
The confettis of kindness,
And if possible some pennies
Sprinkling them with free hands
Wherever they're needed,
One ought, every atleast
Sum up, one's good deeds
While taking sips of tea or coffee
Gazing setting sun at eve, and
Making a promise to oneself
That the numbers(good deeds)
Everyday, would increase,
One ought, everyday at least
Balm, heart with the lotion
Of forgiveness to prevent
Every emerging clod of bitterness,
Sup, some syrup of patience
To calm dawn inner storms,
One ought, every atleast
While going on bed, dusting
Of few smuts of sadness
Wrap the blanket of satisfaction
Counting, blessings given,
Walk into the sleep of peace.
©inkandfable670 -
the_loony_alpaca
3w
Read MoreI've been looking for you
Didn't you hear?
I called you thrice
Showed up twice
And cried out once.
Where were you then?
When all I could do
Was gaze at the paraphernalia
Of memories that were left.
You didn't hear me
You couldn't : for you were there and yet not there.
I've been looking for you
Didn't you hear?
I chased you thrice
Held you back twice
And sighed once.
When your falling hair made you cry
I was there you know,
Reassurance doesn't add to life
Atleast it added love to yours.
I would have held you back
From whoever was trying to take you away
But you were letting go of my hand
"I can't fight anymore", you said.
I've been looking for you
Didn't you hear?
I know it has been years now
But I'm still stuck in that January of '99.
I am still looking for you,
You know?
And my soul knows someday we shall meet again
If you wait for me,
You will find me waiting for you
West of the Moon, East of the Sun.
@writersnetwork
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PS: Thanks to @writersnetwork for the repostOde To Souls
I've been looking for you
Didn't you hear?....
©the_loony_alpaca -
Mogras and metaphors
...
on some days
i become a mogra who
announces the arrival of summer
perching on the saffron cupboard
where the mittens and sweaters
hibernate for some months ;
on some days
i become the essence of mogra
who stretches its arm between
two lovers while looking at their
scorching lips becoming
closer and more closer ;
and on most days,
i am a monochromatic metaphor
who holes up inside mogras
to be bloomed on the
palette of summer that
meander on the west of the moon
and east of the sun.
~Of summers, mogras and metaphors
©Bidya B.
