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  • stardust_writes 2w

    On some days,
    when the grieving clouds are heavy,
    the pounding rain is a relief.
    Some say rain is nature's symphony,
    myth goes by it's a widow's tears,
    alas, even the summer weeps sometimes.
    The grey clouds are like blurred
    memories, carrying the heaviness
    within, the rains are salty tears
    wept by a lonely kid touring the sky
    and it thunders everytime those
    tears descend to the ground.
    People run for covers and shades,
    forgetting their lives are already
    battered by the unsaid silent storms
    and the children happily drench,
    dancing to the rain's song,
    unworried about the complexities of life.
    We're all paperboats, sailing in life,
    are paths may diverge, but
    destination is the same.
    Some paperboats may float,
    some may sink, some need
    a push, some seek help of the wind,
    but we shouldn't let circumstances
    define us. When you're happy,
    even the rain sounds poetic,
    but when you're aching,
    even the sound of rain seems
    like a dead music.
    Amidst the misty clouds,
    when everything is dire and bleak,
    remember to carry light within,
    to break free from the dark,
    melancholic sky.

    ©stardust_writes

    #rain #thunderc @writersbay @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Misty(Teary) Clouds

    Rain is that happy kid
    singing a weeping song.

  • stardust_writes 4w

    The November nights
    are cold and wintry,
    humming a melancholic tune
    amidst the howling winds .
    The warmth of the burning hearth
    reminds me of my grandma's touch
    and the soothing melodies, a
    healing balm to the weary soul.
    The night is moonlit, with the
    frozen river reflecting the moonlight
    and the solitary streets smell of hot
    chocolate and freshly baked comfort buns.
    The pine trees rustle, kissing the
    winter wind, unnoticed, and the song
    of the crickets fade as they go
    into hibernation. All I have is a
    burning candle and a book and
    some somber summer stories.
    The snowflakes descend
    like a gentle lover, stealthily
    yet in an elegant way and the
    green field turns silvery white,
    wearing a deserted look as
    children abandon their day's play.
    The field reminds me the transient
    nature of life, the fading petals of youth
    and aging like a wine,
    when spring vanishes and winter
    descends, to fall into a deep slumber
    and never wake again.
    November is that disguised old lady,
    brewing coffee fumes and staring
    towards the windowpane, waiting for
    death to come knocking.

    ©stardust_writes

    #wod #unnoticed @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    November Nights

    I'm a withered spring flower,
    searching for its winter home.

  • stardust_writes 9w

    Inspired by If I could tell you by WH Auden, though this is nowhere close to it's beauty :-)
    @maiatamarain You made me write, thank you! :-)


    Time is our friend as well as a betrayer,
    It won't last when you need it the most,
    and when you're aching,
    each second is the slowest.
    Who said time is the bestest teacher?
    Did it teach you that forever is a lie?
    If I could hate anything in life,
    it would be change.

    What if nature loses it's sheen,
    when the leaves wilt,
    when the rivers run dry,
    when the flowers wither away,
    when the sun never rises,
    when wind becomes a dead sound,
    when the moon never shows it's luminous face?

    What if people's feelings change?
    like in the summers, when they no longer
    love the sun, like the freezing winters when
    they turn cold to you, or what if they abandon
    you like the fallen autumn leaves or like a
    fellow flower, jealous of your spring?

    What if I say this world you live in
    was never your home? You'll never feel
    at home as we don't belong anywhere,
    not even to ourselves. You may say
    you're a wanderer, but would you admit
    you're a nomad with no no home to go to?,
    for home is not a place, but a sense of certainty,
    of feelings and people you are certain of.

    If change is a kingdom,
    I'm the fallen prisoner,
    change lives on a throne,
    and forever is it's slave,
    change is death, change is life,
    and betwixt lives the momentary forevers,
    but if I could tell you one thing,
    even those forevers is a lie!

    ©stardust_writes

    #foreverc @writersbay

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    If I could tell you

    Time is a grave digger and
    change, the graveyards,
    housing those forevers
    that die a cruel death.

    ©stardust_writes

  • stardust_writes 10w

    There was a time
    when you were hopeful,
    but now you have become
    a graveyard of buried hopes,
    life is tough, but so are you
    and you're never alone in this
    confusing maze, for we are all
    trying to find ourselves in us,
    trying to love ourselves a bit more,
    trying to be less miserable, less
    hopeless, less unhappy and we
    will reach those sunsets someday,
    those beautiful endings,and it would
    be worth a sight. You'll laugh at life,
    thinking of those days when even the
    sunrise seemed daunting, and now
    you're happily chasing those sunsets.
    Even if hope flies away like a feather,
    you aren't wingless dear, remember,
    someday the feather has to perch
    somewhere and it'll all be okay.
    Even on the dark starless nights,
    remember to be your own star,
    for we're all made of stardust, a
    tiny speck of stardust suspended
    in this vast universe and you know
    that you are born to shine.
    Life begins in the dark and we
    have to find our own light to thrive
    and survive and not live in the fading
    shadows.There is light somewhere,
    within each of us and when you
    find it, keep it and you'll be okay.

    ©stardust_writes

    #contest_j #darkness
    @the_speccy_outsider Thank you so much for tagging me in this contest, felt a lot positive writing this :-)

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    Darkness

    //We need darkness to appreciate light.
    On days you don't find your light, be a Firefly//

    ©stardust_writes

  • stardust_writes 11w

    Some people write poetry while some are poems themselves.

    ©stardust_writes

  • stardust_writes 11w

    As the poets say, they feel death twice, once in life and then in poetry.

    ©stardust_writes

  • stardust_writes 11w

    A Windy Poem

    Call me wind if you do please,
    but don't seek me for I don't stop anywhere,
    you can neither see nor touch me,
    I don't have a destination for I'm a
    wanderer in this vast ceiling of blue sky.
    Ask the swaying seeds of the dandelions,
    ask the moving clouds holding back tears,
    ask the old hills windswept by my fragrant breeze,
    ask the swaying leaves of the gulmohar tree,
    ask the albatrosses that soar till they meet the
    horizons, ask them all and they'll lead you to me.
    People despise me on a wintry day and
    and on hot summers, I'm a welcome guest.
    Yes, I'm the gentle wind.

    ©stardust_writes

    #combination #wod #thispoemc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

    Thank you so much for the kind repost,
    Writersnetwork ��

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    A Windy Poem

    Move with the wind,
    like the feathery dandelions,
    unworried about life or the
    destination. But always
    carry the hope with you.

    ©stardust_writes

  • stardust_writes 11w

    Beauty is upon you,
    like the pearls of light
    decorating the lonely night,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the blooming sunflowers
    in scorching summer days,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the tranquil silence that
    descends after the death of the day,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the lively fluttering butterfly
    after days of being in a cocoon,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the scars of the moon that
    illuminates the darkling night sky,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the first rays of the sun that
    touches you on days you don't
    feel like waking up,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like the first steps of a toddler
    getting up everytime after a wounded fall,
    Beauty is upon you,
    like a gentle snowflake on a wintry day
    that melts down your soul's sorrows,
    Beauty is upon you,
    just in the way you are,
    just in the way you talk,
    just in the way you smile, breathe and exist.

    ©stardust_writes

    #beauty #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Thank you so much Miraquill for the EC��

    Thank you so much for the POD Miraquill, though this piece of poetry isn't that deserving. And thank you so much to all the people showering their Love, Grateful to you all, much love❤️

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    A thing of Beauty

    A thing of beauty is a joy forever,
    It's loveliness increases, it will
    never pass into nothingness.
    ~John Keats

  • stardust_writes 12w

    When the music dies,
    the hills echo your voice,
    sweet as a nightingale and
    I can't have enough of them.
    Sometimes it's a ringing melody,
    sometimes it's a feeble note,
    a rhythm that doesn't lets me sleep,
    oh, why this stabbing pain?
    Can't you hear the wind sing
    my weeping song? Can't you hear
    the song's lyrics decorated with my tears?
    Love eludes like a butterfly and
    so do you, my nightingale.
    Appear before my eyes, love,
    I'm yearning to see your beautiful face,
    my quest for you dies in your deafening
    silence, but even the song of your
    silence seems to be comforting.
    I whispered to the dangling dandelions
    about a thousand desires, and all my
    heart's desires landed me at one place
    and that's you. If you belong to me, I'll
    immortalize you in my never ending poems,
    you be my lyrics and I'll be your song and
    together we'll make the greatest melody.
    When the hills sleep and the song fades,
    just remember a rhythm to carry along
    that beats in you and me and we'll be okay.
    When the music dies, I won't weep at your
    grave, but I'll leave you some lilacs,
    chrysanthemums and sing you my heart's
    song, hoping it'll bring you back to life.
    We were an almost, never meant to be a forever.

    ©stardust_writes

    #start #wod #almostc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    An Almost Song

    We were an almost,
    never meant to be a forever.

  • stardust_writes 13w

    #hyperbole #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

    "If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever" ~ Alfred Tennyson

    Thanks for the ❤️ Writersnetwork

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    Stardust

    I'll walk a thousand mile,
    cross millions of oceans,
    hike countless mountains,
    just to catch your wind. My
    Love for you is as old as the
    Universe and I'm just a speck
    of stardust, in love with another
    stardust. Like stars is to darkness,
    you are to me, illuminating my life
    with your love.

    ©stardust_writes