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  • tejaswini_3 63w

    (Just something about a mother who hears her baby's heartbeats in other child's body :-). This is a mixture of sadness and happiness....could not find anything else to write upon today !)

    || Heaven's Melody ||

    From that eve,
    When you were held,
    In my palms–my lips kissed your frail forehead,

    First cried,
    I first smiled–
    That joyous smile,
    You dyed love on my Clair de lune canvas!

    Your breaths
    Ceased away,
    With no whisper–
    Of love, of motherhood, nor of your life

    Searched on,
    In valleys,
    On hills and dales,
    For your soul– which destiny snatched from me,

    Fate is kind,
    You– did I find,
    Breathing silently– waiting just for me,

    Those heart throbs–
    Beating once 'gain!
    Be it so– you are here as someone else!

    Of the lune,
    I heard a tune;
    Fairies sing this melody in heavens,

    I whist
    While the song
    Of your heart beats
    Embraces my senses, I just feel you....

    // You create my identity as a mother and complete me as a woman,
    I shun those flowers and graves; it's time I be happy again,
    Even a piece of your existence is enough for me now,
    For however I see you- I see my world looking at me brightly//

    © tejaswini_3


    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @saloni__ @say_me_krish @bushra_tasneem @thoughtsprocess @btslove @bluepuppy01 @dove_wings @fairytales_

    #PoetryWednesday #love #mother #baby #motherslove #ceesreposts #julietscorner #nature #thoughts #poetry #tetractys #aesthetec

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    Heaven's Melody

    Of the lune,
    I heard a tune;
    Fairies sing this melody in heavens,

    I whist
    While the song
    Of your heart beats
    Embraces my senses, I just feel you//

  • tejaswini_3 63w

    Here I come after a long time! Hope you guys are all well and still poetic ;-) . So it's been atleast three weeks ( that's too much of a break for me, how can I abandon mirakee!) and what better than writing something for my friends who have brightened my life online and offline! Hope you like it!


    ~Avars In December~

    'Twas arcane–that toneless Aita,
    Dolent; as the snowy storm tucked,
    Soulless; as the dark night caelum–
    Waiting–for the summer zephyr,

    For aeons flew; ain't a melody heard,
    Avars of autumn– the winter saw,
    Till it glimmered; the léas amidst leaves,
    Dreamy and orphic; the spring pranced,

    Born were boughs of cheery cassias,
    With its ballad–the songbird crooned,
    Honeysuckles; did they blossom on, and–
    The stony winter heart; melted at once,

    The apricity beamed down, on the kaira,
    Effleuraged the rays–on the marmoris,
    A Zion; blessed by Asteria bloomed,
    An universe–drenched in concinnity,

    Fadó it willed; the paradise professed,
    From ukiyo–a dewdrop of relief and amor,
    From whence did thou come; so jaunty?
    Nay, why didn't thou come– in wintertide?

    When the saudade diffuses it's aroma,
    In an amorist–an hygge paints the mark,
    As thou unbolted the doors; so pensive,
    We thrive amidst; as that leal komorebi,
    As flakes of love– as a miracle in December


    #miracle #writersnetwork #challenge #friendship #love #snow #december #poem #wordprompt #thoughts #nature #winter

    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @saloni__ @say_me_krish @btslove @thoughtsprocess @dove_wings @the97_introvert @shaiz_fs @_mysoul

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    Avars In December


  • tejaswini_3 66w

    #dynamite_night #bts #btslove #music #army #music #cinquainc #mirakee #writersnetwork #acrostics #army_night

    @tamanna3 @the_creation_in_our_stars @the97_introvert @thesunshineloves @writersbay @saloni__ @dove_wings @nivey14 @btslove @chinu27

    /I really didn't think I would be writing anytime soon, but ofcourse, our boys sparked the fangirl in me and here is the acrostic! Happy Dynamite Day, Armies!!!
    Be happy and funky! Stay safe and "Saranghae"!/


    ~Dynamic Dynamite~


    Diamond and iris tinges fusing on the lapis canvas,
    Youthful as the spring; upbeat tunes descending–
    Nirvana–the ebullient ambience represses woes,
    Aurora of epiphany shines around, a spark is lit,
    Mellifluous and mellow feelings bloom in my heart,
    Ineffable are they– I present them to my princes,
    Trust and care is all that my eyes could ever sense,
    Ecstasy drapes me, as I sing love by your side....


    As bluebells swirl,
    My frozen lips utter;
    Saranghae–ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅ


    Sehnsuct- The longing for returning back to home (in German)

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  • tejaswini_3 67w

    Thank you so much @augustleaf for those beautiful lines! I hope I have penned down something worthy of their beauty

    A day ago, YouTube recommended me a video and after watching it, I could not stop myself from writing about it–In my writeup I have tried to highlight the Seoul Ferry Accident which happened back in Seoul, South Korea on 16th April, 2014. The ferry named MV Seoul started sinking when it was travelling between Incheon and Jeju Island, South Korea and about 300 students of Danwon High School, Ansan who were on their school trip were killed along with some crew members and other passengers.

    (I have created fictional characters using the theme as the backdrop).



    //I've always tried to mend things which weren't broken, maybe that's why, I think, my paths have always been made of broken cobblestones. I spent endless evenings on the golden shore, while my feet were sinking in the sand and my heart into nothingness. The crystal waters benumbed me with just one question —was I responsible for her fate?//

    30th July, 2014

    My Diary,

    I wish I would not be writing these words. I wish I would be able to see her once again. I wish I would hug her and tell her how much I want her....And I keep on wishing even though I know that my wishes won't turn into reality– not even in my dreams...

    Yun Hae– my bench partner and my dearest friend. She was the only precious person in my life, for I was that boy who was abandoned by his parents just after his first breathe. Her jolly smile was like the cool spring breeze which lightened my despondency. She was that only girl who adored me for my own identity. Her presence was the best present that I had ever been bestowed with

    I remember that day, when the notice board bore the news of the school trip and Hae was the happiest being on the planet. She had never been on a trip before, so it took us many days to convince her mom to let her go. Even I wanted to accompany her but....finances always destroy the castles which you build and I could not join my class. With a lie–that I wanted to stay back and study; I tricked her to leave without me.....

    –It was on 17th April when Hae called me around for the first time, around 3.30 in the noon....and all I still feel that I am hearing her voice– "It's tilting over, Sungho! I can't breathe and there are no life jackets here.....the crew members won't let us go....the helmsman has already escaped.....shall I try to jump too?"

    "No Hae, it is too dangerous! Follow the teacher. Did you speak to your mom?"

    "Mom isn't responding..hence I called you....there are many kids who escaped....I think I must dare to do it.....only if you think it is right".

    "How can you think of such risks, Hae? Have you ever thought what would happen if something goes wrong.....what will your family do?"

    "I am afraid, Sungho.....I might die....I am really scared!"

    Adamant as I was, I kept on advising her to stay where she was. At that exact moment I could not fathom that her rash decision was a lifesaver. Hae called me seven more times; but I was firm....and at 4.16 p.m. sharp......I recieved her text message–

    "Tell mom that I love her. I will miss you. Goodbye"

    I froze. It was unreal. I could not believe it. I simply could not accept the fact that my Hae would not be alive. Each and every cell in my body felt twisted and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I screamed. I had killed was my overconfidence which ended her life....

    And here I stand all alone, stranded away.The night sky has been embellished with many stars but my North Star has fallen off as a comet and has embraced the waves. Even the subtle moon has hidden itself behind those cloudy curtains; perchance it's weeping too. But my eyes feel stiff. No tears pour down, even they have bid me an adieu. Isolated in this solitary world, I seek answers- was it my fault that I tried to stitch together the strands of the fabric which was never frayed?

    With my feelings caged and my words locked in a canyon of helplessness, I glance at those sand dunes which I built with Hae. I see her footprints embedded besides mine. I clutch that pouch of shells and conches which we both treasured- her fantasy for those deep waters was eternal and now she rests in those soft pearls of the Atlantis. Her name meant the ocean and she truly united with her love.

    And suddenly I hear an angelic voice- "Will you be again happy, for me, as you were before?"

    I know it's her. My lips curve into a faint smile as I say "Promise"...


    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 (special thanks to you❤️❤️❤️) @the_creation_in_our_stars @the97_introvert @btslove @dove_wings @thesunshineloves @saloni__ @shaiz_fs

    #rf_licon_ch #writersnetwork #mirakee #challenges #stranded #subtle

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  • tejaswini_3 70w

    //I like walking in the rain, because nobody can see my tears- Chalie Chaplin //

    I like the town on rainy
    Nights for the soft drops
    Trickling from my eyes do
    Find some veil to hide under.
    The burden of my mind which
    I have been hiding from a world,
    Which only knows how to mock you, when
    you are sad; I forget it by smelling petrichor
    Lone to this
    Lanes Lonely
    Speak Man..

    Rain does
    soothe me

    C H
    R . A
    M R


    ~Lies Behind Laughs~

    I like the town on rainy nights–
    Darksome clouds prance above me;
    On the stage of shimmering lights,
    With courage–I raise above to see,

    It shines on me–the luminous lune,
    But–sealed are my chapped lips,
    Unto the sky–I sing a wistful tune–
    Pensively pleasant; amidst smoky wisps,

    Those deserted lanes–I walk upon,
    With solemn breathes and my staff,
    –A veiling– of joy; on my face I don,
    I greet ye– with my jovious laughs,

    It lasts; my smile–until passerbys go
    –forevermore–I cry heartily just once!
    Seeds–of contentment–I try to sow,
    On abandoned paths; I walk as time runs...



    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @saloni__ @jelsa_thinks_you_are_cute @the97_introvert
    @shaiz_fs @thesunshineloves @eternallypurple_starstruck @dove_wings @yaish_

    #PoetryWednesday #writersnetwork #mirakee #charliechaplin #pod #thoughts #night #rainynights #life #diary #challenge #wordprompts #town #ceesreposts

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    Lies Behind Laughs


  • tejaswini_3 70w

    //It's a tough world out there and when you feel scattered like those gemstones of a broken necklace; this world constantly tries to pull you down– in the abyss of Saudade.

    Everyone faces tough situations at many points. But whatever happens, you must stand for yourself. If hope might not show her presence everytime, I should be the hope yourself, for your own precious self. Even if today's sunrise is cloudy, there is hope that the orange star might shine the next day....

    With feathers of joy, let's live each moment conquering our fears and tell the universe that we are one of those stars who still shine on falling//

    In a world where you feel cold,
    You gotta 'Stay Gold'
    ----- J. K.

    Here Princesse Dorée means The Golden Princess in French (I just tried giving a French literary touch to this, so do correct me if I am wrong anywhere!)



    It lies there– in the viridescent strath
    –My kingdom of sangria Fleur-de-lis,
    Whence buoyancy rollicks–salubrious
    Whence melancholia is a penumbra,

    My palais– it is of perle and mabre,
    –And my crown–it is pure émeraude,
    I ain't on my throne; the Princesse Dorée
    –On my unicorn 'Bonheur'– I sallied

    A princesse–with a baïonette adorned!
    Her stiff hands rested on rufous halberds,
    Eulogize her face–on it a casque lies,
    Atop her steel heart–is a silver shield,

    I–the guerrière–waged many a war,
    –With those palatinates of barbarism
    I couldn't defeat them–nay, I can't still,
    But–I didn't let their bugles horn up proud,

    A broken spear–a half pierced arrow–
    Murky gore–on my face and rosy lips,
    The merciless wind–condemned me–
    'Madame! Forsooth–thy heart shalt stop'

    'Twas a battle–against my own fears–
    My vizier named trepidation– I fight with,
    For a servant of mine; fear should be one–
    And not it's slave–shall ever be my mind,

    Will I be the princesse – safeguarding–
    Her tiara–embellished by hessonites?
    Or will the monarch perish–shattered
    –her reign dwindling away deplorably?

    And then– with each bruise and scar,
    My amulet blazes– it's my own courage–
    Which radiates–and penetrates my soul
    –I once again–with broken old weapons
    –Stitch fragments of my iron heart

    /With a warcry– the lady knight's voice doth capture the skies,
    The war she won– the diadem of her faith; on her
    pate–still lies/

    © tejaswini_3


    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @saloni__ @carolyns_challenges @the97_introvert @thesunshineloves @btslove @shaiz_fs @eternallypurple_starstruck @fairytales_

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #cees_anthem_chall #stitch #capture #words #poetry #nature #life #courage #thoughts #self_empowerment #battlecry #personal_anthem #themeprompt #innerstrength #mission_statement #challenge

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    With fire simmering in my eyes
    I sway away mightily–
    The rain pours; the sand blows,
    I glance into the demon–

    Hark–The cannons fire, it's time!
    –Fireballs surge on my army,
    Defeat calls me–I don't have much
    Still–I will not abandon this fight...

  • tejaswini_3 71w

    Here is our submission to the collab challenge by @say_me_krish. A bit late though, but here we try to pen down the journey of a young dreamer who treads on her path– with zest and bravery. And then arises the question: Does she succeed in her mission?
    Read on!

    The following pieces are being written by me (tejaswini_3), ishrat_zaman and tamanna3. (Team: The Dashing Dreamers)


    #euneirophrenia #smk_collab_ch #writersnetwork
    #mirakee #dreams #ceesreposts


    ~A Dream : Yet To Come True~

    It sparkled– that flamboyant artistry–
    On the walls of her dark bedroom,
    –The Valley of Peonies– 'twas titled,
    For bees zizzed around those pink florets,
    Creating an artwork– so gaudy,

    A ballerina– dancing amidst the waves pink,
    With her inamorato– in her arms,
    –Love blooming in their delicate hearts,
    And pleasantness dispersing around,
    Along with the citrusy fragrance..

    There she stood–our young dreamy belle,
    –Gazing at that appealing pair of lovers,
    Dreamed she– to be with her darling,
    In a field– of scarlet carnations,

    A pledge she made–to her own self,
    To be a dancer–and romance her dreams
    –With the one, who taught her how to dream,
    Her community–she feared; it was cruel,
    And ever ready–to disgrace a dancer,

    Still, nothing could stop her ardor,
    Nay–not even her family ever could,
    A tryst she made–with her own cravings–
    Be it so! I will be a fighter of my own will

    With a fresh euneirophrenia – she primed up,
    With her accessories, she dressed herself up,
    With a firm mind , she began her journey–
    For a dream was to be made T


    ~The Warrior Dancer~

    With a firm mind– she began her journey,
    For a dream was to be made true...

    Vanishing the gusts of despondence, collecting the shards of unaccomplished dream she groped the darkness of predicaments to find the pearls of success.

    Whenever that helping hand which she needed the most reverted her way; making her helpless and drowning in the ocean of despair, then her own magic, her intrinsic strength deviated the winds of helplessness.

    Without letting the people know, neither her parents and siblings nor her chums and chaps.She learned every step every action of her dream. Her every jump, turn , travel, gesture and stillness was
    so perfect that when danced she found herself in Utopia and when she danced she turned herself into a quill floating in the air and soothing the dead hearts of broken ones.

    She fell...a thousand times. Mistakes, she committed, so many! That's what happens when there is no tutor for guidance and your mistakes tend to be the only source of help. beamed like the sunflower in that mud pot on the leafy garden road. The sun may not shine on its leaves but, still the sunflower positively glances at it, with the hope that some rays might colour it's petals in a bright yellow ochre.

    The radio, the television and even her compact mobile proved to be her best companions. Hiding from her members, she twirled and practiced those steps whenever a tune hit her eardrums. Music–
    it got a special place in her heart and she learnt slowly that dancing is incomplete in itself; those notes and melodies complete it...just like how she fancied her incompleteness without her sweetheart..

    And that day was not far away, when the notice for the prestigious dance competition arrived. She was the first one to register. With a heart beating faster than ever, she came home that day– and glanced at the painting again. The moonlight shone on its glassy surface and also through her courageous eyes.

    Her anklets were ready. Her dress was ready; the bright blue lehenga with a yellow duppatta too was lying on the bed. But, was she ready to feel the euneirophrenia turn into reality? Was she ready to dance infront of hundreds of people– and her love amidst the audience?

    For optimism, she looked at the heavenly night sky.
    And what she saw took her breathe away: A Perseus, did the shimmering stars weave....

    ||The Warrior Dancer||

    ~The War Abandoned~

    //A Perseus–did the shimmering stars weave,
    On the fabric of the silent night sky,
    The air croons a magical melody of jubilation,
    As euphoria diffused in it; just like sugar cubes,
    sweetening her wills to rise up
    Euneirophrenia– All she could feel as soon as the morning rays kissed her face,
    For she was that passional dancer, dancing in the Valley of Peonies,

    They tintinnabulated; those anklets– on her ankles,
    Were like silver linings for her golden dreams,
    Dreams– of whirling on the notes of the Casio,
    And also twirling on the tunes of the Sitar,
    Adorning charming pendants on her sleek neck;
    And the olive henna on her graceful hands,
    Dancing– was her passion, her love, her life breathe...

    –The day dawned, the most glorious one ever,
    Along with the scorching sun, the flames blazed in her heart,
    Flames– of perseverance and patience,
    Her caged soul was ready now–
    To break the shackles of restrictions,
    To barge out of the penitentiary of the society,

    /With kohl beautifying her dark almond eyes,
    And zeel blinding the sight of her enemies,
    She set–to be the dancing warrior/

    All is fair in love and war– the aphorism said,
    Her war was for her love; and was very just,
    A lie doesn't hurt; for 'twas for a cause so good,
    Lied–she; to her family,
    And embraced her thirsty inclination– she could see
    her dream up there--

    Only to be drowned in a pool of
    Drenched in
    her red gore,
    Her heart beats ceased– those seconds, she couldn't even count,
    Her black eyes shut– in a black world of slumber..
    And they did flutter open–
    In a chamber white, with green curtains draping her
    vision– dissevering her from her palaces of dreams.

    – The surgeon apprised ,' You should not strain your legs, for an operation they have undergone,
    'My stage! My theatre! My performance!– I can dance still....can I?
    "–Shun the thoughts of performing, young girl; focus on your safety"–the cold advice she bitterly accepted

    //And there she stands–in front of the painting,
    Her valleys withered– her dreams vanished– her love forgotten//


    ||The War Abandoned||


    ~The Dancing Danseuse~

    //And there she stands–in front of the painting,
    Her valleys withered– her dreams vanished– her love forgotten//
    With thoughts flitting around like tiny butterflies–

    Even in my awake frame,
    I yearn for euphoria
    Still brimming at my heart,
    Enwrapped within the foam
    Of some dreamy blues.
    The beats pulsating at my ears
    Propels the old danseuse
    Sentient still within my heart,
    To sway back its esse
    Yet in the land of nod I live in.
    Running in the wilds of dwam,
    I end up in a clearing and lose
    My way back to the veracity of the day.
    When at night, the stars set about
    Peering at my distrait frame from above,
    I want to shine like those stars
    And dance with them
    In the shimmering night sky,
    I want to feel my legs piroutte
    On the dance arena,
    So be it, even if in dreams.
    Now I breathe in blithe,
    For unfettered now are my feet,
    By the pennons of euneirophrenia
    Like a bennison of saccharine fervour
    Twirling in rhythm to my heartbeat

    I'm sitting on the rings of Saturn, waving at the red and amaranthine stars, smiling back at me in twinkles, whilst burning their cores out, scorching heat emanating from fusion of hydrogen into helium.
    I smile at the moon; still trying in vain, to hide those grey scars behind its visible side, shining a lucent glow.
    I shut my eyes for a split second and suddenly find myself in the midst of tall looming buildings, dazzling lights, horns blazing at my ears, signboards naming the city of my dreams.

    I bit my lips to see if I'm dreaming. Yet all I feel is the sweet kiss of euphoria pressing more serotonin into my senses, the blurriness of my specs-aided vision befogging my once sober mind.
    I'm brought back natheless, into actuality, by the sound of brakes screeching on the road outside my open casement. I look around to see the familiar sooty walls and the blue ceiling looming over my solitude.

    I walk up to the mirror and look at the person staring back at me, yet not wearing a doleful look anymore. Her eyes were a deep brown, and pupil a pellucid black; its depth seemed proffering me a whole different universe; where I nattered away with stars and planetoids, the companions I could never see; where I lived in Utopia and crossed paths with the lover I could never meet.

    And I stood there still, flexing the muscles on my profile into a smile, knowing not how to bring my feet back on the ground. I kept soaring higher into the lulling heavens of my imagination. Imagination, that I could forsooth live, in the nebulous abode of my dreams.
    I sit now, in the lap of euneirophrenia, still embracing the beatitude of the elysian seas I had, by choice, soaked myself in, even in this wakeful disposition.

    ||The Dancing Danseuse||


    //Not all dreams exist in this materialistic world–
    Some live in a land of Euneirophrenia//

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    Euneirophrenia: The Elysian Elixir

    By-- The Dashing Dreamers

  • tejaswini_3 71w

    The Clavier In The Corner

    O my Mistress, of the gravelly citadel!
    –Thou, if shalt ever will to pass by–
    This flinty chamber; do come unto me
    For an old clavier– longs to greet thee,

    The breezy tangerine skies in the eve,
    –The flowery portières by the sills–
    Inveilage thee– to play mellow crotchets,
    Glance o'er–just touch its keys peaceably,

    Some appoggiaturas–quiet and ecstatic,
    –Euphonious songs of moon flowers–
    My damsel– the piano played all thy airs,
    –Of many laments and delectations,

    In those cahiers of scores and octaves,
    –I awaited– thy dearest bosom friend,
    'Til Heaven chose me to shimmer there–
    Still I did breathe– a last whisper of love,

    And my maiden fair; in taciturn echoes,
    of reverberating verses of a sad past–
    Remember me, in the lyrics of my ballads;
    In those tuneful songs– do evoke my name,

    In the lawn – of primroses and carnations,
    –on those rusty swings of our childhood–
    Perchance– if thou not see my silhouette,
    I'll be there– as the soul of that clavier,

    /A clavier which would be wanting another touch of vintage memories/



    Clavier: A keyboard instrument ( here, a piano)
    Tangerine: Orange shaded
    Portières: Curtains
    Airs: songs


    @writersnetwork @carolyns_challenges @tamanna3 @the97_introvert @saloni__ @fairytales_ @the_creation_in_our_stars @eternallypurple_starstruck @btslove @dove_wings

    #cees_memo_chall #writersnetwork #mirakee #poetry #thoughts #life # Julietscorner #challenge

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    The Clavier In The Corner

    /A clavier which would be wanting another touch of vintage memories/

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    Towards a sky of dark clouds floccose,
    Thunderbolts–all that he could glance,
    That young bairn– so agog!
    Though young; his mind was brilliant,
    Treaded he, on paths implausible,
    To the world he told–nothing is impossible,
    'Tesla'– The unsung hero, he still remained...

    Turmoils; a lot he did bear all the while,
    The world ran– on money–and he didn't have it,
    Talented–he was a perseverant man,
    Thinker he was– an inventive one,
    'Twas his aim; energy to be given free,
    That erudite intellect failed; still didn't he give up!
    'Tesla'–The name echoed in alleys of physics...

    True it is so!–Good doesn't occur to the good,
    Threatened and cheated; he was even looted,
    Those days–low and despondent,
    The shimmering stars had a dark fault,
    Thousands of mysteries, he left behind,
    To unite with his dreams of future,
    'Tesla'–he became immortal forever....


    For the cees_rww_chall, the submission is in the body section. I know I am awfully late while submitting and I apologise for it, but I just could not resist submitting something for this beautiful opportunity. I think I am the last one to submit ��

    #PoetryWednesday #cees_rww_chall #mirakee #writersnetwork #pleiades #poetry #thoughts #science #life #tesla #science #physics

    @writersnetwork @tamanna3 @bushra_tasneem @saloni__ @carolyns_challenges @the97_introvert @the_creation_in_our_stars @eternallypurple_starstruck @shaiz_fs @fairytales_

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    A maniac–They called me,
    Pity them! Lest they knew!
    Deep down in my heart,
    I've decided to write my fortune,
    I shall suffer torture, with ease,
    Chasing dreams a mile,
    To emerge as a legend....

  • tejaswini_3 72w

    The Last Boots

    It was one fainéant gelid evenfall,
    – With my senile beldam moaning,
    Pale and frail; and as light as a gale,
    To this lady; starlings were crooning,

    Ain't she gazing thither by the panes,
    But –in my eyes, for she desiderated–
    Some fabrics of black coarse leather,
    –for 'twas chilly; this biting weather,

    The smoky fire jilted the furnace
    –Sycamores were coated in amber,
    Never did she stop, my dear old jane;
    Her needles worked on with fervour,

    Christmas Eve shone inside churches,
    Symphonies of love bloomed in air–
    A shiny sautoir I bought for my love;
    A present for the woman in my shack,

    Praise the nuance of her adoration!
    My ladylove– on her concrete bed
    Was lying– with a pair of leathery boots,
    I could just stare– at my darling dead.


    Pic credit: Vincent Van Gogh

    Fainéant: lazy and dull
    Beldam: old woman
    Starlings: dark greyish coloured birds
    Jilted: Abandoned
    Sycamores: a tree specie found in Rome
    Nuance: a subtle difference in or in shade
    of meaning or sound

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    The Last Boots

    Praise the nuance of her adoration!
    My ladylove– on her concrete bed
    Was lying– with a pair of leathery boots,
    I could just stare– at my darling dead.