Miraquill
You look into a mirror
Counting all your woes
You wish you were taller
Had a slightly smaller nose
Bigger, browner eyes
Fingers not so short
More prominent clavicles
A stomach that's taut
There's repulsion in what you see
An erroneous reflection behind?
But perhaps most probably
The concoctions of your mind
The mirror shows you an image
Distorted by your thoughts
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Show me all that I am not."
~s.a.
sonakshiarora
You, me, and a whole lot of poetry...
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sonakshiarora
34w
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sonakshiarora
34w
We're victims of human propensity
The penchant to feel guilt
Pulling down our empires
We once stood and built
Bathed in flammable misery
One matchstick far from decay
A case of acrid gaslighting
We must char ourselves away
We no longer are the masters
Our fires can't be tamed
So we wait to get consumed
By the embers of these flames
An entreat to end our sorrow
This fire is what we crave
These insecurities grew so loud
That they dug our own graves
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
37w
Shrouds of golden tragedy drape us
As the birds sing the songs of sorrow
An impending doom awaits us again
It is yet another tomorrow
These mountains are the witnesses
Of abandoned taciturn streets
The scents of peril loom the skies
Disaster must not taste so sweet
The waves of shores find no ankles
For them to bring slow relief
This new beginning regales
By proffering us our grief
The flora of dawn has forgotten to bloom
Wisps of winds whisper warnings
Another day weighs upon us
It is, indeed, a good mourning
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
46w
We've imagined a perfect life
Concocted in our mind
The script has been written
All scenes carefully designed
Our stories are already planned
Word-by word, day to day
We've put a movie in place
Directed in our own way
We're aware that reality differs
It's unintended, brutal, misshaped
So we took to daydreaming
And carved our own escapes
Truly, life does digress
It's got a mind of its own
A storyline has gone to waste
Pristine ideas overthrown
We never recouped from the diversion
Life has commited a treason
Spring might blossom upon us
Yet winter remains our season
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
46w
When we were little
Our mothers used to tell
Stories of pretty damsels
Living in distress
So we took to understand
When life seemed blue
There's always a fine prince
Coming to our rescue
They never told us how
We never questioned why
The pauper always needed
A prince for her to pacify
It took us long to realise
We aren't Snow White
Albeit the same adversaries
We get no royal respite
Our shoes must fit perfect
They can't slip off our feet
We've got to run our race
There's no time to sit and weep
No stroke of luck, no magic wands
No godmothers to set our sails
There's no guarantee of happy endings
Our lives aren't fairytales
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
60w
The world isn't a shattered place
It's much different from what we think
It's made into smaller fragments
Each one interlinked
I like to think of it as
One big broken piece
So that we can find our ways
With a little more ease
And,perhaps just like this world
Our hearts are segmented too
So that you can find the part
That's meant to fit with you
~s.a -
sonakshiarora
61w
We're all warehouses of emotions
With heavily guarded iron gates
Ever-increasing our fortified walls
We shield our fragile estates
We've locked up our feelings for good
Since we could never set them free
The world didn't have a use for them
So we also threw the keys
But even the strongest of the merlons
No matter how huge
Could only hold up our weights so much
Before they drowned us in our own deluge
We forgot to drain out the storage
And it filled to its brim
We sunk down to the rock bottom
Because we never learnt to swim
~s.a -
sonakshiarora
73w
Dear,
I'm penning this letter tonight
But the address isn't filled
So that it might wander around
And find where its meant to fit
The paper has my wishes inscribed
Of hopes, wants and other things
For if the cover ever chooses to fly
My dreams might gain their wings
It's safe inside this envelope
That wafts along with the breeze
Slipping into crevices often
It'll carry all that it can seize
I know the perils that lurk outside
And the envelope might get stuck
So I'm sprinkling into it
Some stardust and a little luck!
As the envelope finds it way
Across the seven seas,
I hope its tour continues
And my dreams won't ever cease
Now I'm sealing this envelope
For it must commence its journey
But if you ever manage to find it
Know that it was me
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
88w
Maybe our life is just a maze
We're trying to navigate through
Entwined with hurdles on the way
We encounter out of the blue
We often reach the same spot
While searching our way out
They call it 'coming full circle'
Perhaps that's what life is about
Our only compass is our heart
That's powered by our minds
Showing us the pathways to
Doors that are hard to find
There isn't any concrete map
But life does offer us some hints
It's important to catch them in time
For they're the keys to this labyrinth
~s.a. -
sonakshiarora
89w
Someone once asked me
"What's your biggest fear?"
And I told her it was getting lost
Amongst 7 billion people of this sphere
It's easy to get concealed
As the world increases its pace
For I feel like I'm in a marathon
Just about to lose this race
It's hard to keep up at times
When there's so much that I don't know
I'm scared of getting walked over
Trampled before I get to grow
Everyone's swimming ahead of me
As I struggle to keep aloft
I'll drown to the bottom of this ocean
And I'm afraid I'll get lost
~s.a.
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Silver Light Shadows
Silver light shadows,
A million mirrors,
Afraid to look at them,
As destiny shivers,
At the edge of a dark day,
How quickly we falter,
When the warmth of day dreaming,
Meets life's cold water,
Myriad blue sunsets,
Fires in the sky,
Tonight we feast,
For tomorrow we die,
In the dawning of fortune,
We give way to our sins,
In a barrage of bullets,
We end before we begin.
©foreverseptember -
Miss You (Eternally Broken)
I miss every aspect,
Every story and shade,
Every single moment,
That we ever made,
This goodbye was certain,
But certainly so cruel,
From a child, uncertain,
I put my trust in you,
You would never let me down,
I never got a chance to say,
How much you meant to me,
Before you went away,
If forever was a distant song,
I'd learn to play it loud,
If it meant I could reach you,
On some imaginary cloud,
Harps, and wings are symbols of,
How soon we lose our time,
But some of us won't let go,
Of the most illusive signs,
Maybe on some turn of chance,
I'll find a life, again,
But even then I'll miss you more,
Than a flower misses rain.
©foreverseptember -
fatty_07
44w
Read More#pun #wod #pod #mirakee
@miraquill @writersnetwork @gazi_31_ @brain_dump @_the_disguised_scribbler_
And love love //��I have mood poisoning.
Must be something I hate.
© Fatty. -
Trinket Boxes
All that is divine,
Can never be contained,
Or held in trinket boxes,
Personalised by name,
The breath that flows within you,
The thoughts within your mind,
A glance from a distant window,
Over the ambience of time,
All we think we own,
Was never ours to keep,
From daydreams in the morning,
To fantasies of sleep,
The presence you assume,
The position you uphold,
Are already tales of yesterday,
For tomorrow's never old.
©foreverseptember -
lovenotes_from_carolyn
45w
Read MoreI'm not reading/reposting through this account right now, but if you put #ceesreposts in the caption area of your post, I'll be sure to read/repost it from elsewhere.
#introduction #writersnetwork #miraquill #challenge #originalpieceShe's happy-go-lucky, seldom forlorn
Her sign is the lion, she's Leo born
She loves cats and dark chocolate, but perhaps not together
She likes when it's warm out, with sun-shiny weather
But wait - then again, she loves a good storm!
With lightning and thunder, while at home, safe and warm
She's familiar with dragons and fairy fae
She loves when the fireflies come out to play
The world is her playground, all people - new friends
She loves a good book, but can't stand when it ends
Desserts are her favorite, and all kinds of food
Most oft, if you see her, she's in a good mood
Her hubby is handsome, her kids are quite grand
She's not one for structure, so she leaves things unplanned
Sometimes she's a rebel, but just now and then
Case in point, this here penning, has more lines than 10.
©Carolyn Glackin 7/14/2021 -
loudestwhisp3r
46w
The Night's Curse
Down the Western Gates,as the Sun bids adieu
To a weeping sky, which bloodied orange- purple turns a darker blue.
Awakens from her slumber, The Mistress of the Moon,
Her enchanting beauty makes The Night Prince swoon.
Fog, mist and deep black smoke
Follow her jewelled, glittering, dark feathered, ruby cloak.
As she softly serenades down the bridge, across the Midnight Trail,
Her magic pulls Earth into sleep's soft veil.
Her twinkling eyes, cast shadows and play a cruel game,
As the stars seek the furtive glances of the Midnight Dame.
She makes the stars on her fingertips, softly dance.
And sends the mightiest into an endless trance.
She steals lovers' gentle kisses,
As the dazed moon around her softly paces.
She sends some minds into a frightening, maddening muddle,
While leaving others with sweetest fantasies to hug and cuddle.
Up the hill, down the bridge, across the 7 seas, Through heavens and hell,
She finally reaches the end of the Trail.
She closes her eyes, waits for the Moon's embrace,
Alas She stands shackled and her eyes blindfolded,
As yet again the Sun wins the eternal race.
The Moon's lips sigh a sorry goodbye
As he closes his eyes and is forced to rest.
She begs the heavens for a solitary boon,
And sings in soft, mellow tune
"Across the western gates,today, I wish the Sun sets soon"
Cursed to hide in plain sight,
As Slips into deep slumber
The Sole Maiden of the Night
For when dawn crackles, its not the golden lark you hear,
It's the desperate plea of the Black Beauty, dear.
- Sara -
Self Expression Costs
Haven't you noticed how,
Self expression has a price,
Whether it be in reputation,
Or the consequences for a life?
There's certainly no way,
You get to say your piece for free,
Without it being badly twisted,
In propaganda's blame machines,
I could write of scented roses,
But the smell of false opinion,
Would outgrow any other,
In a cataclysmic schism,
So, no wonder we keep tight lipped,
Only hinting at the truth,
Of how you're surely judged,
Before there's one ounce of proof.
©foreverseptember -
branchjones
46w
Read MoreI have found a Valley
Between Mountains made of lies
My misery craves company
But none here do I find
Grotesque light shines in the Valley
Nowhere left to hide
Now I am in the shadow
Of the death of my disguise
Surely I'm alone
From the Valley some have climbed
But in the Valley I've found bones
Of those who never tried
I know the Valley deep
I know the Valley wide
I know the path to freedom
I know the truth's my only guide
Deceit it weighs me down
Defeat is on my side
So I must leave the Valley
Or in the Valley shall I die
At the top of that mountain
There's a place I can reside
For my tongue I must resign
With my feet I must decideBetween Mountains
©branchjones
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Malady
Please let this life mean something,
I'm already wrapped in stone,
Looking at a future where,
I'm dying all alone,
God knew me in my younger days,
Methodist, and proud,
But time eroded all my faith,
Until life became my shroud,
I'm more desperate than dutiful,
More afraid than adamant,
Does anyone else subscribe to this,
Or is this a pointless rant?
I can't lift from this malady,
It's a fog that has such weight,
That I'm immobile in my tracks,
Knowing I've realised too late.
©foreverseptember -
srinjay
55w
Floating Dreams
My dreams fly high,
Above the sky.
I am a kid without wings,
To whom the whole world sings.
When the end would seem nigh,
You will be left with nowhere to cry.
They say the eyes of a boy like me,
Are meant to see the ordinary.
It is upto me to prove them wrong,
As I go about writing my song.
It becomes important to keep the mind free,
Of white noise from those who disagree.
They say my shoulders don't have the power,
To carry along my dreams' tower.
Their words hit like a brick wall,
Through which I back my dreams to crawl.
With help of blessings loved ones shower,
Pushing me through a bad hour.
The people try hard to pull me down,
They make me look like a clown.
My dreams find residence in my heart,
No rejections can do us apart.
So laugh all you want while I sport a frown,
But rest assured my dreams won't drown.
©srinjay
