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  • thelostpsyche 213w

    Hoping the aroma would
    take me home back.

    #aroma #pod #writernetwork @writersnetwork

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    Dwelling at the extremes
    of half-walked roads,
    I've lost my way.
    I now, chase the aroma
    of less-travelled passerby;
    breathless.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 214w

    And a sudden gentle kiss of the zephyr
    untied my loose sleep. The slow glimpses of rain pattering out my patio held my gaze with a flying smile. Little by little dragging down the bed, I sat at the side door with a chair tightly.
    It is always a wild enchanting amusement to catch the sight of rare silent rain.

    It is about the summer evening when the sun does not set soon. The sky heave grey and the flowers bloom bright. Some drops settle on the thin wire of the rusted bridge, other on the rubicund rhapsodic cheeks of gamboling kids.
    And eventually every drop of rain reaches the ground filling the hollow spaces with the descending decayed prayers.

    I'm more amazed seeing how the human despairs hid behind the last door of soaring dreams. Peeking through the balcony, I could see the windows after window, cats seeking rescue and shadows outstretching the same wall.

    It was a long time, I found these infrequent silences. But I doubt if I was exactly aware of the hushed palpitating silence amidst the cacophony silences before, or not.

    I was from then in love with the quiet and rattling rain arousing no fears and less damage.


    ©thelostpsyche

    #rain #writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    The Silent Rain

    I love the silent rain
    with no thunders and less terrors.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 214w

    However the sky is dark
    It would itself
    an escape.

    #solace #escape #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    Solace

    Encountered darkest of skies,
    But this one is tough to withstand.
    It might devour or let me sink in.

    Adrift from the lane of forth;
    I wish to go back somewhere,
    and find solace in my escape.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 215w

    Sing it !

    With drooping sights
    and stumbling walks,
    The body will crawl
    to reach the lost; steadily.

    Silence would discern the voice.
    Keep singing the melody of go on
    swinging in the pace of time.


    Twilight settles down
    smelling the fresh morning.
    Foregone regrets, rage melting
    expound life is a music that
    your heart accompanies
    and your head recalls.

    The song remembers you
    and reminds you
    the fire of light numb within,
    the fragmented courage coalesce
    the abandoned liberties.

    Silence would discern the voice.
    Keep singing the melody of go on
    swinging in the pace of time.


    ©thelostpsyche

    #lost #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    Sing it !

    ( Your heart knows the rhythm )

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 215w

    It will douse your dreads
    I promise.
    After all of this,
    Will you stay?

    ©thelostpsyche

    #poetry #stay #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    And when darkness will hide
    and shadow will run away.
    I will write a fervid poetry
    on your soul.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 215w

    There is too much blood in a poet's ink.

    - Atticus

    If his words once prick you deeper
    It would bleed solace drip by drip.

    ©thelostpsyche

    Its rough, though.

    #pod #musings #writersnetwork #mirakee

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    Blood-y

    Carrying wearinesses on one sleeve
    And agonies on another.
    He sows his tears to frost
    expecting warm sighs.

    He would satiate urges singing verses
    through his parching throat
    Resting his heart on the metaphors
    of tranquil sea and midnight moon
    to replenish his head with zeal.

    Abrading unfaded wounds
    He bleeds marks on his paper.
    Intoxicating fingers with melancholies
    He would prompt fissures on your skin.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 216w

    Would it be enough
    to make you stay
    Or I would need to
    shed me?

    ©thelostpsyche

    #pod #stay #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    I would jolt the
    tree of memories, terribly;
    so the broken petals
    and the fallen leaves
    could tether you.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 216w

    Eyes can discover the light
    through the darkness,
    only if we are willing to see.

    ©thelostpsyche

    #pod #random
    #writersnetwork

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    Digging deep down the crevices,
    I have unearthed
    hope and courage
    to be whole, again;
    to become invincible.




    May be,
    I just need to trace them with certainty.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 216w

    Beloved,
    I'll track the eternal period
    to have a glance of you.
    It would be not easy,
    But I'll cross the darkest of skies
    holding to you.

    ©thelostpsyche

    #moon ��
    #pod

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    To the Moon

    And today, it showed up, as like eons.
    Illuminating weariness of soul
    And beguiling silent rhythms.

    Hushed thoughts aching beneath
    Moon dangling upon greys of insignificant,
    Blows charisma into the heart.

    ©thelostpsyche

  • thelostpsyche 216w

    Least you need to do is
    Let them go.


    #canvas #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetwork

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    Darling,
    Paint the canvas with
    all the unusual dreams
    you dreamt of
    and all the fears
    that stay you awake.





    And wait,
    until the wind carry them away.

    ©thelostpsyche