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Immortal
The wise man will endure pleasure and pain with the same emotion.
The body is perishable and cannot be protected, but the soul is
IMMORTAL
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shvzoomin
141w
Read MoreLors krishna says everything in the universe can be destroyed but not the soul..
It can't be created nor destroyed..
#soul #life #philosophy #life #inspiration #thoughts -
Sirens of my heart
Sometimes i forget certain words when I see you..
I forget every alphabet, every word when you smile.
I feel like my brain stuck in the Amidst traffic jam
where my heart blows horns like
i love you ❤️❤️❤️..
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shvzoomin
141w
Just another guy??
He'll come to you with a lovely smile in the face.
For Seeking your time and consuming your love..
His sweet words and pretty face will fill up all the empty spaces..
And then your heart provides special place for him.
He'll tell you that he loves you in different ways..
Which will cover up wounds and scars with fake bandages..
But remember he's the guy who runs after cleavages.
Amd he'll use just to complete one of his challenges.
He'll talk about marriage and romantic nights in the bedchamber..
And promise you that he'll wed at the end of December,
but leave you in the middle of November,
And your heart will slowly somber..
©shvzoomin -
Hallucinations
I have the hallucination of missing you at this very moment..
I know it's not real but i feel it very deeply
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Harmony
In the harmony of passing times..
Every day is a celebration of each hustle..
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shvzoomin
150w
In the europic lanes of new beginnings,
Twinkling stars are your resort at night..
Gaze at the sky..
Soar high to reach your inner peace...
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shvzoomin
161w
No Sacrifice
Not everybody leaves...
Sometimes if you reach out...
The person will be right there waiting..!
Try reaching out people if you want them in your life..
Giving up is no sacrifice..
©shvzoomin -
Altruism
The altruistic thoughts of my brain always drive the things to happen frivolously!
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shvzoomin
167w
Remorse
I've invested too much in something with no return.
Once again I'd confused by remorse with purpose!
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shvzoomin
169w
When I was a child I'd sit for hours
Staring into open flame
Something in it had a power
Could barely tear my eyes away
All you have is your fire
And the place you need to reach
Don't you ever
Tame your demon
But always keep 'em on a leash
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puropoetesa
141w
Read More@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
I choose to be true
In this glossy, filtered world,
Of paradoxes, and bluffs,
To oneself, and the world,
A mirage of vicious lies,
Are radiated through beams of passion,
Where love happens,
And the world beckons,
Only when,
You are at your prime,
Of beauty, and wealth,
The moment you are low,
Look ugly, and sad,
Unfiltered versions of you,
Not acceptable to those,
Who have forgotten the light,
Of truth, and purity,
Of soul, and heart.
In such a world,
Where,
Praises galore, and likes abound,
Innumerable connections are made,
But still no connect found,
Sheer loneliness persists,
As the crowd of the virtual reality,
Never appears when called for,
Or in times of despondency.
In such a world,
I choose,
To be true,
To myself, and you,
And, I vouch,
To love you at your weakest,
When you have nothing to give,
When you are all sweaty, and tired,
When you wake up to dawn,
With half opened dreamy eyes,
And when you are sick and gloomy,
And need a blanket of affection,
Ill love you the most,
When you least expect it,
Coz,
I choose to be true,
To myself, and you.I choose to be true
(Read in caption)
©puropoetesa -
love_whispererr
165w
Read MoreWord invented :- MECAPRIL (noun)
(Means a mad cum obnoxious state of human mind
which confuses to accept things )
#ceeswordinvent (Thank you Carolyn for this beautiful challenge of words invention ��)"Mecapril"
Mad melancholy maims me
Mysterious metaphor maculates,
makes me maudlin maelstrom
Minuscule mystery meets mirth memories ; manipulates
Majestic mayhem meets multitude ; mesmerises
Malignant melle may magnetize my mind :
magnanimous
©love_whispererr -
paulwrites
164w
Read More#50words #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee #mirakeeworld #challenge #prompt #writing #amwriting
50 Words #9
The man sits in front of the tombstone crying. A young girl holding a bouquet of flowers joins him. She reaches out to place a consoling, tender hand on his shoulder, but it passes through him. There is nothing there, just two ghosts mourning the accident that took both lives.50 Words #9
Create a scene/story in exactly 50 words
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odysseus
165w
Read MoreThe world is
constantly changing
and one is
compelled to
struggle constantly just to
keep oneself alive.
At times, it
becomes difficult
to stick to
one's chosen
path as the world is filled with
traps and temptations.
The path of
honour is full of
thorns and one
often tends
to drift towards certain less
arduous options.
Living a
constantly happy
life is not
easy and
one wonders if a key to
happiness exists.
Life is an
opportunity
and one must
strive to prove
that one's existence is not
futile and pointless.
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@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #yaminiread @writerstolli
#writerstolli #pod #shadorma #five
Words used : path, constantly, drift, key, futileThe world is
constantly changing
and one is
compelled to
struggle constantly just to
keep oneself alive.
At times, it
becomes difficult
to stick to
one's chosen
path as the world is filled with
traps and temptations.
©odysseus -
With every stroke of the clock on the wall, one day you will be made to realize the outcomes of the hasty decisions you have taken. You will witness what it takes to completely lose oneself believing people. And when the belief system gets tampered, you'll indulge
in the act of self sabotage.
©the_beyond_horizon -
Some failures make a home inside us.
They swallow the serenity of our heart and
we keep smouldering in relentless regrets.
Though we know, we did nothing wrong.
It's a part of destiny..
Still those unnamed guilts
creep inside the mind unnecessarily.
We try hard to push them away
And struggle to keep our sanity safe.
But the stench of these feelings
Still lingers in the air.
Breathless, we try hard to smell
the aroma of solitude.
But we fail.., as the paranoia
and guilt hits us hard.
And in this self blame game,
the only witness to our innocence
is our own conscious soul that still tries
to fade away all the stained emotions
and stretch our wrinkled heart back in shape..
©pallavi_b -
brahmandjetr
168w
Read MoreWednesday.
Not all our choices are made by us, and how I wish it weren't that way.
To wishing that I'd known better.
#brahmandjetr @mirakee @writersnetworkevery night.
every night
i sit and wait
for words to take over
to write about you
one last time
to bring you to justice
so i don't have to lament
the choices you made for me
yes
i am selfish
to want you now more than ever
and i know that you can never
return
every night
i feel as though
i'm meek and timid
for not having made a choice
to be at par with yours
i loathe myself now
and i have done everything that
i thought i could do
to be happy
but i haven't been
am not
and some say i cannot be
i loved how i spent
the best days of my life
without the knowledge of
what was to come
and it's not your fault
that you spoke none of it
but if you could look at me now
you'd see i'm broken
and i've said it before
but tonight more than ever before
i feel as though
i could've done it too
maybe then
i'd still be with you
maybe then we'd have time
to spend ever after
with each other
or maybe there would be
a meaningless void
beyond existence
every night
my mind implodes
with thoughts that i wish
to keep outside
but you left me nothing
no word
no sign
and nothing of you
i've been left with anymore
i wish you could see
what you did to me
even when you left
without saying a word
i wish i could tell you
that i almost made it
but without you
this seems
like a meaningless world
every night
when i pass by
your bedroom window
and take glances at your balcony door
it stings like a thousand needles
pricking my face all at once
when i'm reminded that
you are no more
©brahmandjetr -
aritrigupta
166w
There are 3 parts of you to love.
The idea of you, that has nothing to do with you,
The real you, cracked, broken, flawed and alive,
And the potential of you, the purest and best of you.
Most love the first, safely, from a distance.
She might be a bit braver than most and love the second part of you.
But darling, no one can touch the last.
For that, you need to break in front of her
For that, you need to be so scared that your heart is almost frozen solid
For that, you need to dive further inside, through the worse and the nightmares.
No one can love the third part, except the one who has dived in with you,
And re-emerged with the stink and grime of you.
No one can be that brave, for the sake of another,
And be willing to take your hand and walk into that dark swamp without a shred of fear.
Oh darling, no one can do that, but me. -
nightwriter_i
166w
Anything and Everything.
As we begin today,
to swallow the leftovers
of passion on runaways
we forget to feel
we forget to think
and heal.
We are Sisyphus
with heels on;
we are points
and our life
is justification
to nothing,
we are known
only if
we know
the unknown.
Would you try to feel
if you are allowed to?
and would you let the future
feel too?
We are fringing
around a loop
of just guilt
and regrets
and its not at all
what we thought
it would be,
there is no asphalt
garden across this
sullen land
or
Is it because
we don't own
our eyes anymore?
There was a land
where evergreen trees grew
to give shelter
to the shedding tears,
there is a land now
a land
without boundaries
and trees,
they are taller
than ever
they are iron now
they are squares,
rectangles
standing strong
on broken dreams.
There is anger on
blemished faces
reeking,
there is sadness
on the eyelashes
but they are still
blinking.
There are shoes
within frontiers
and there are shoes
outside
ruminating;
we don't own shoes
anymore
they own us.
©nightwriter_i -
I wonder if there's a debt I've forgotten to pay in my previous life. If there's a plant I've forgotten to water, a pet I've forgotten to feed, an old lady I didn't help cross the street.
I wonder if the time I spend waiting for you is the price I have to pay for what I couldn't afford in my previous life.
©ddonnamie
