Quotes and poetry by sirimiri_

To the place I've always wanted to visit,

I've heard a lot about you since my childhood. I've heard your serene beauty is capable of healing my doleful heart and the fears it carries since ages. I've heard the sun shines brighter for you than anywhere else. I've heard that your night sky carries an extra constellation called 'hope'. I've heard that grass on your skin is greener and tender just like your pure soul. I've heard that you embrace everyone's flaws.

I've heard your air carries a spectrum of joy reflected through the eyes of humans residing upon you. I've heard your fragrance is better than the sweetest flowers I've ever cherished. I've heard water in your brooks flows like metaphors in a Shakespeare's sonnet. I've heard your golden sunrises and scarlet sunsets are uniquely mystical.

I've heard the seasons change differently for you. I've heard your winters are as white as the pages of my new journal and yearn for someone to paint them. I've heard your spring is calm and the cuckoo bird sings unnatural melodies for you. I've heard your summers overflow with scorching heat but the young love blooming in your lap is pious. I've heard the fall makes all the creatures want to spend the entire eternity in your unspoiled beauteous abode.

I wish to memorize every inch of you thence write infinite poesies for you.

Yours passionately,
Firefly

#lettersbyfirefly

@writersnetwork

Can't resist writing them.

PS I actually don't have a dream place. It's a long list.

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_firefly 56w

'What comfort do we find in silence?' I think as I lay my head on the old, creaky wooden floor of my room. I gaze at the ceiling and hear the melancholic whirring of the ill rotating fan. The dim light of the dying candle flame suddenly catches my attention but I let it die anyway. I hear the dogs barking in a distance as if they don't like this silence like I do. Silence is dark and carries the sound of the clock striking every second to make me realize that my life is decaying slowly, I am decaying slowly. The empty pages of my notebook start fluttering as the wind whispers in their ears. But the overthinking poet in me is silent. My words are silent thence my poetries empty. But this is comfortable, the silence, the darkness, the emptiness because it reminds me of how I belong to no one but myself, of how this world is just a stage and I'm a puppet, a lonesome poetic puppet. A spider climbs upon my chest, I think about how innocent it is to climb upon me and die. I think about how one day I'll be dead and only silence will visit me on my grave. Silence is not just comfortable, it's the friend who'll stick around till after eternity.

_firefly

#silence #fireflyec

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Idk what would I do if you didn't support me��

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_firefly 57w

Journey - A beginning towards the end.

Life- a short word but a long journey filled with beginnings and ends. It's beautiful how we start with merely two cells which keep growing till we die.

/ how you start doesn't signify
when you start does
and be careful into what you may grow/

I still remember science class of 8th grade when our teacher taught us about the process of metamorphosis in which a caterpillar emerges out of an egg and it's life ends and gives a butterfly wings to fly.

/ don't worry about what end might be,
work towards future by dedicating your body and soul to the present /

Everyday dusk arrives to mark the end of the day but it is followed by the dawn announcing the beginning of a new one. Our life is divided into small units- childhood, teenage, adulthood and old age to tell us that every moment is a new chance to make our existence remarkable till we cease to exist.

/ in the vast race of human life,
you're a survivor,
you're a winner,
you're the universe /

A writer dies, leaving behind his legacy in the form of words he wrote all his life and they start breathing, louder than he ever did. As the songwriter John Lennon wrote " If it's not okay, it's not the end", it's never just an end, the beginning always traces it's steps.

/ end and beginning are corollary
to one another,
if you're born of out of a broken egg,
maybe because you're meant to fly with feather /

©_firefly

@writersnetwork thank you so so much��

#fireflywn

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_firefly 58w

LITTLE GIRL

The air tainted by fumes of hate,
Where one uses another as a bait.
But I'm an innocent little girl,
In this huge toxic world!

Can't judge who's real and who's fake,
Humans are venomous snake.
But I'm a pristine little girl,
In this huge noxious world!

Nature's throbbing, no one to hear,
Mankind's disintegrating, that's my fear.
But I'm an unsullied little girl,
In this huge bleak world!

_firefly

#refrain

Thank you for the ♡ @writersnetwork #fireflyec

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_firefly 58w

Falling out

My thoughts falling out of my head,
on the unprecedented and lonely cemetery ground,
where I placed my memories in a grave,
surrounded and guarded by the wolfhound.

My strength falling out of my bones
as the tears from my eyes,
diluting the blood oozing out of my wounded spine,
painting my skies in dark shades of disguise.

My emotions falling out of my heart,
splintering my ribs to a million shards
and the holy crimson dripping from my fingertips,
reminding me of all the battles I endured.

My soul falling out of my body,
tired of being selfless among these cacodemons,
hoarding sanity at every corner,
to use it as armour during the hours of torture.

My words falling out of my poems,
abandoning the pages and metaphors who used to bind them together,
leaving me behind in this poignant void of melancholic souvenirs,
tethering all my poetic feathers.

_firefly

@writersnetwork sending much love your way♡
Bg credits : me
Edited by: @nitrousoxide
Do you notice how the stairs have curved because of their age and the weight of humans' existence.

It's the old baazar in my city ;)

#fireflywn

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_firefly 58w

When this little firefly's mind
loses in the track of time,
she is my guiding light home.

She is an archaic warrior,
who fights with wisdom
instead of armour.

She may appear like dreamy flowers
but is strong as a mega diamond,
sorted in her thoughts and actions,
calming all the chaos around.

Her hands are blued with poetries
born in her glorious brain,
her aura made of petrichor,
that came along the rain.

Her soul is weaved with pure magic,
and her vibe made of pixie dust,
she's defied the rules of heaven and hell
and can make gold out of rust.

_firefly

@nitrousoxide
I don't think I can impress nini so easily. She's a goddess.

#weekendc thank you writers bay for giving me a chance to write for nitro. She's one of my best pal here♡

/she is my guiding light home/

_firefly 58w

You had those kind of feelings for her,
the kind that I had for you,
the kind that seems beautiful like fluttering butterflies in my garden,
the kind that lays you bare and resurrects your heart into a lover,
the kind that makes you write poetries at three AM with beguiling metaphors and melodies,
the kind that makes you apologize even if it's not your fault,
the kind that makes you brave and you wear your heart on sleeves,
the kind that completely purifies your soul and senses,
the kind that makes you patient and gentle as a human,
the kind that makes you want to believe in magic and it's powers,
the kind that is the reason about all the poetries ever written,
the kind that I'd call love but it's really just another form of pain,
but eventually it's the kind that's totally dangerous,
the kind that hurts you and destroys you,
the kind that makes you want to scream and die,
the kind that has a consequence called 'heartbreak'.

_firefly

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the_lost_melody 58w

/ m y r r h c /

the universe swirls
in the depth of
your curiosity

few words
a quote
thoughts,
wild and unfathomable at times
you weave them
patiently
into musings and magic

my nonsensical
fleeting pondering
takes on a
physical form

they're your words
resonating
and comforting

often times
I'm lost
but with you
I'm found

- melody -

@myrrhc I admire your write ups. Your feed is beyond beautiful. It's so soothing. You're an adorable human ~ and I'm glad I got the chance to write for you. Thank you @writersbay <3

#weekendc

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natasha_a 57w

@the_lost_melody This is for you Di❤
I cant really thank you enough for everything.

@writersbay Told you I had one person to write about!

/The lines in brackett are from Badr Shakir Al-Sayyab/

#weekendc

She is fire in lanterns leading home,
magic in words, syrah in pain. She is
glimpse of paradise, soft pat at my
back and shelter in drenching rain.

She is courage in battles, daffodils
rising at horizon. She is starlight in
dark, butterflies guiding to the exit
and glimmering beauty of night.

She is zephyr of tea gardens, engulf-
-ing the tress to sleep. She is ground
for autumn leaves, traces of eternity
and warmth to demons that weep.

/Her eyes are like palm-groves refreshed
by Dawn's breath or terraces the moon
leave behind/

She is camellia of a mothers crown, a
fading unicorn in heavens. She is the
pink tint in rues, scars of battles and
tape of bravery that hold the weapon.

She is ecstatic twilight, the beauty
and the voice of moon giggling above.
She is an angel for devil for once she
taught him how to love.

©Arunima

natasha_a 58w

@still_fragile This ones for you Fray!
I wanted to say that you are very strong and I wish you power in everything.

@/writersbay I still have one more person to write about XD

/The words in brackett are from movie Lord of Rings/

#weekendc

She is phoenix engulfed in flames,
the bearer of gladiolus flox. She is
the spark of ocean pearls, the crown
of daisies kept hidden in the box.

She has been a warrior since long,
fighting to protect her fort. She is
the song of willows, firefly of hope
with a bruised heart coerce of gold.

/You fool. No man can kill me.
Die. Now.
'But I am no man'/

She is walking on black porcelain with
tulips rising from her veins. She is a
river for quenching thirst and the
strength of kingdom that falls in rain.

She is an angel with tint of madness,
invites her demons to dance every night.
She is desperation of dusk and dawn,
the excitement in its first flight.

To all the nightmares that have ever
haunted her, mind your swords because
she is coming for you for she ain't a
victim but a survivor.

©Arunima