Miraquill
Peace
Days are blurry-
The happy ones.
My heart is flayed
In this constant loop of grief
Can I find peace again?
©snigdhaindira
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Beauty is boring. Fall in love with her flaws.
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snigdhaindira
16w
Read MoreAnxiety sucks. It feels never ending. Self doubt, lack of motivation, sleepless nights, overthinking and what not? It is all scary. It is difficult.
But remember, it is all going to be okay. You are heard and you are seen.
♡
#grief #anxiety #mentalhealth #love #miraquill #sleeplessnights #whirlpool -
snigdhaindira
17w
Immortal
Darling, our love will know no death
For, I have made it immortal
In the words I write
In the lines I create.
©snigdhaindira -
Stairs
I've been dreaming for days
About falling off the stairs
Into the deep deep trenches
Disturbed sleep, no water by my side
I'm afraid of my story ending so
No where to be found in the never ending
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Divinity
I always doubted the existence
Of the creator, the almighty
But every time I look at you
Every time I hear your voice
I realize that there was no way
A messed up heart like mine
Could've met an angelic one like yours
If it was not for the divinity.
©snigdhaindira -
ROOTS
I sowed your love seeds
Deep in my heart
Over time they developed
Strong, fine roots
If I ever try to unlove you
Only the trunks, leaves
And the branches will fall off
The roots will remain ingrained
Until this body of mine goes dry.
©snigdhaindira -
Soul
Lost in your soul
Beautiful and scarred, I fell in love
For, what's more beautiful than immaculacy?
©snigdhaindira -
He
He gave me strength.
He took away my pain.
He showed me happiness.
He never let me cry.
He made sure I slept happy.
He gave me reasons to smile.
He changed my perspective for good.
I now look at the rose, not the thorns.
©snigdhaindira -
snigdhaindira
51w
Eternity.
When all is said and done
I hope we will twinkle in the night
For, that is where I see eternity.
The world will have faith in love
Seeing us make up those constellations
Togetherness they will witness, in the dark sky.
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Stars.
The stars looked down at me and asked,
"Why do you love us so much?"
With a small smile and moist eyes, I replied,
"Because my soul is amongst you"
©snigdhaindira -
snigdhaindira
52w
Betrayal
I trusted you
And you betrayed me
Well, guess whose loss it is
Cause I'm happy now. More than ever.
Darling, I'm a phoenix and I rise from the ashes.
©snigdhaindira
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thoughtsprocess
40w
Read More#risk #wod
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for appreciating my words ��
It means a lot ��I took a risk
to dive into your eyes
and I was caged in your heart
I have been writing poetries
on the wall of your heart for ages
I wonder
the way you have been avoiding
to visit your own heart
and ignoring the screams of your
own soul
©thoughtsprocess -
quotes_miraquill
48w
Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.
- Josh Billings -
miraquill
49w
Read More
A diary entry starts with day, date and time in the top left hand side followed by a body which includes informal descriptions of a day , an event or an emotion and ends with the writer's name.
--Today, write a diary entry of an ordinary lockdown day.--
Imagine the next generation completely unaware of the present situation reading it. Make it as real and honest as possible.
Tag with #lockdown and share.
#wodLockdown
Honestly spill out your experience of a lockdown day!
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zeee_zephyrs
51w
Read MoreThank you so much @mirakee for the honour.
I'm very much grateful❤❤��
My first POD also my 100th post!! yayy!!
3.06.2021
#writers #zeeCollection #zeee_fav
WN♡How Many Lives He Lives
He talks to inanimate things
maybe he lives in them.
What the golden strings and white beds
say above,
he sings in his poesies.
He paints his poetry
from the shades of firmament
and compares the love of two failed lovers
to the horizon,
where both seemed together
but were never meant to be.
He lives as silence
in dark, dreary corners
then dying in tumultuous chaos
and next day,
he narrates the tales he heard
of dust capped childhood toys
and of obscured cries of the housewife
but they went unheard
as everyone was busy contributing
to the chaos
louder than those sweetly harsh rhymes.
He is alive in his own phrases,
his words modulate the readers mind
that sometimes it rains out of dolour,
that smile is just a mask,
that the Sun sets to weep
under the shadow,
as another day it failed to find its love
and that someone became a selenophile
'cause too much light blinded them
and moon became the only hope
in their dark world.
So for every life the writer lived
he must have died too
then,
how many times he died
before dying as a writer
to be a writer?
/you have to die in them, to create a living poetry/
©zeee_zephyrs -
san_wordzz
51w
Read MoreMIRROR REFLECTS THE SOUR TRUTHS
I see her smiling through the mirror,
Inhaling the air of customized lies,
Infecting her brain
With virus of pain,
Resulting in her eccedentesiast personality
And a suffocated vein.
She closely examines the face of facade she wears,
Behind her ex-sharp
features
now turned dark silhouettes
That include
an ecchymotic choker
Made out from the weight of her wedding necklace,
Whose first glimpse catch her eye,
The retina submerged in cobweb of questions
that the crimson water holds,
Where her blonde hair fall,
Whose highlighted curls give the society a chance to slut shame her whole body,
Because she carries a colour of patriarchy
In the centre partition
Of her innocent head.
All of this snatches her radiance
And gifts her a pallid skin,
With a jiggling and underconfident body.
After noticing herself,
She wishes the
'Chlorhexidine'
Mouthwash lying on the shelf
in front of the mirror
To awake her taciturn tongue
And strengthen her
To raise her voice against violence
Not just physical
But also mental.
The soliloquy of her swirling thoughts break,
When she noticies the growing pansies
on her dull ochre T-shirt,
Reminding her to bloom,
By filling the chasm of gloom,
For a fairytale doesn't necessarily need
a Prince turned groom,
but a Princess of independent kingdom,
Who adores her Freckles and scars,
Like she adores the scintillating imperfect moon.
©san_wordzz
Glossary
Colour of Patriarchy- Sindoor worn by Indian women as a sign of marriage
Wrote it in one go while preparing for the exam.
Will read you all soon ♡
Hope this makes sense coz WRITERSBLOCK ://
Correct my mistakes :)
#pastelc #reflection #wod
@writersbay @writersnetwork
My second POD��
Thank you @mirakee ❤
I feel honored ����
@theinkdomain @zoya_charmz They listened to you guys ❤❤❤.
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love_whispererr
51w
pages of my diary still smell like you and i try to burn them every night to scribble poetries on the spine of a naked heartbreak
but I can't.
BIDYA -
littlestupid_writer
51w
Read MoreSome days
The poetry dies, within me.
Drowning in the sea of perplexity of my emotions.
Some days
It collapse, after being choked
With the compulsion of hefty words.
Some days
It remains rudiment
Too juvenile to express.
Some days
It grows out, from my body
To fit somebody else and sometimes just no one.
@writersnetwork @mirakeePoetry blooms everyday,
And acquires vivid shape,
It uncovers million emotions
While the scars remain draped.
©littlestupid_writer -
ridhiiii
51w
Read MoreStarvation of the lies,
Bespoke truth of cobwebs,
Energised tranquility, portrayed with a smile,
Thoughts of self-destruction imbibed,
Deep into my bones.
A secret, I've once told,
Wrapped in the delicate sheets of fiction,
The clear skies, did cry and rumble,
A soul, crumbled, lacked the means to live.
What do you want from life? he asked,
And I replied with, 'I don't really know',
But trapped within the layers of betrayals,
I wanted the oceanic skies to drown my sordid soul,
And awaken the cheerfulness, trapped beneath.
I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun, and smile,
I wanted to map the universe with the length of my palms,
And travel the world, with my own money.
But I let myself believe, that I'll never be good enough.
What do you want to become when you grow up? he questioned again,
And I tried to smile, diminishing my guilt,
I didn't even know what I was good at.
Let alone my dreams, little soul of tarnished wrath,
I let everyone in, thinking they'd help me,
But brain-washed into nothingness,
I let them, define everything I wasn't.
Do you love your family? he asked me, after listening to my last reply,
But I smiled, because I meant it,
That I love everything my Mom and Dad have done for me,
My demands were always fruitful,
Love bloomed, everywhere my parents stepped,
But the minute I turned 21, I began asking myself,
Whether my family loves me in return,
Words began to seek oblivion,
Lightning struck a chord in my heart, broken,
And my worth, my love, stolen from my eyes,
Life really did wander around, finding the right guy.
Reminiscencing into metaphors of fairytales,
Drenched with a pool of regrets, I,
Often wonder, whether they actually love me now.
I wept that night, and the moon listened to my cries,
But unable to provide a shoulder,
I closed my heart with a wax seal of rage,
In pain, of never letting anyone in,
Ever again.
#secrets
Ps. Won't be deleting this. Thank you for the love.
And wrote this in one go, because I'm tired. Tired of everything around me and tired of never being good enough.
Don't want sympathy, thanks.
@mirakee I'm honoured. I couldn't even believe my eyes. Thank you so much. My third POD.��❤️
@writersnetwork Thank you. Always grateful(16)��❤️
Let's all love each other and spread kindness around. I hope all of us make it big in life and achieve everything we've ever truly wanted.��I've forgotten what's
it like to live.
I've forgotten what's
it like to be loved.
Most certainly, I've
drowned so far into
the abyss, that it's
tough to float aback.
©ridhiiii -
dishang8614
51w
Read MoreImage clicked by me
#katuata 5/7/7
@mirakee
@writersnetwork Thank you for the kind repost! ❤❤
Heartaches
A naked lie blooms
from the rose of the desert
her heart's an overbaked sun
Just a thin drizzle
to awaken her dark chasm
from the death of her crisp leaves
Tears in nimbus clouds
goodbyes in her summer eyes
love hurts like swiveling tidesTears in nimbus clouds
goodbyes in her summer eyes
love hurts like swiveling tides
©dishang8614 -
second spring to seventh summer,
serene, slow yet making better,
silent waves that we watch together,
sane-insane, does it even matter?
second spring to seventh summer,
solemn thoughts of being together,
sanguine skies carry snowflakes sombre,
crash landing, into those scarlet heavens forever.
second spring to seventh summer,
surprises we made for each other,
solivagnant somniates in ink and paper,
bittersweet moments we sing in subtle songs moreover.
©thesunshineloves
