Miraquill
Dwelling at the extremes
of half-walked roads,
I've lost my way.
I now, chase the aroma
of less-travelled passerby;
breathless.
©thelostpsyche
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thelostpsyche
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Read MoreHoping the aroma would
take me home back.
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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 @mirakeeThe Silent Rain
I love the silent rain
with no thunders and less terrors.
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However the sky is dark
It would itself
an escape.
#solace #escape #writersnetwork @writersnetworkSolace
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.
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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 @writersnetworkSing it !
( Your heart knows the rhythm )
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It will douse your dreads
I promise.
After all of this,
Will you stay?
©thelostpsyche
#poetry #stay #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetworkAnd when darkness will hide
and shadow will run away.
I will write a fervid poetry
on your soul.
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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 #mirakeeBlood-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.
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Would it be enough
to make you stay
Or I would need to
shed me?
©thelostpsyche
#pod #stay #writersnetwork @writersnetworkI would jolt the
tree of memories, terribly;
so the broken petals
and the fallen leaves
could tether you.
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thelostpsyche
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Eyes can discover the light
through the darkness,
only if we are willing to see.
©thelostpsyche
#pod #random
#writersnetworkDigging 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.
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thelostpsyche
216w
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.
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Least you need to do is
Let them go.
#canvas #pod #writersnetwork @writersnetworkDarling,
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
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When I count
my blessings
I count you twice;
love I learnt to give,
lesson I received.
©penitdown -
"Let hope be
an act of habit
Let it brush the dust
from your heart
Let it strike colours
against your dark
Let it bloom madly
against your bones
Let this be the way
you start each day"
©tomorrow_is_amazing -
raika_
197w
Read MoreAnd from behind the sun
and across the rain drops
I saw him smiling, with colours
and a rainbow emerged from his eyes
-r.a
@writersnetwork #writersnetwork #jazminHe is the sky
Burns everyday
For a peaceful night
So that the moon can unveil
Blues touch him everyday
As a horizon is formed, mesmerizing
Viewers demand for more
And he takes in all sorrows
Sunsets, he awaits
Not because they are beautiful
But for then does the moon appear
Delicately with the spell for broken
And when clouds take over,
The calmness he has yearned for,
He breaks, into voids
Filling himself up with more of some never ending darkness
©raika_ashraf -
bluebird
197w
Read More#pod @mirakee @writersnetwork #writersnetwork
#hearMe
I'm sorry? I didn't mean to.To and Fro
To;
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The first time you let me
Fall my drenching shadows over your polished walls
I venally confess,
Plucking a chlorotic leaf off of my soul
I brimmed the crevices of yours
With a lie, climbing the veils of my hallucinations,
You asked,
"Always?"
And I surrendered to the bleak hindrance
Unrooting the most yet the least deniable wallflower
Off of your vision of this world,
I whispered, "Never."
For I can't make you love me,
If you don't.
The hibiscus plummet through the winter
Whispered in the loudest silence,
"Let's fall in love for tonight;
We'd forget in the morning."
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And fro.
Back;
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In vague successions of flummery
My legs held my torso like stumps
Over the rosemary of your presence
I couldn't leave; You
Couldn't hold on;
Hold on to me.
For the first last time to have buried myself
Into your benched fauna of sublimation
For the last first time,
I looked into your eyes;
Carina's ridge,
For the last,
First time,
I let you rinse away, in the memory of mine
So one day,
For the first last time,
You be able to forget of all of the ways
You could've kissed the three bulbs
Lit out of the four I cage for the mist;
That would've arisen if you should've kissed;
If, we fell in love for a night,
And have had it forgotten in the morning
For I can't make you love me,
If you don't.
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And forth.
You;
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Blending through the midsummer
Breeze over my apex; I blink in blindness
A petrichorous ricochet drying the edges
Of the bark hardened over my shoulder
Still wet from the tears you watered
On a tomorrow's yesterday night;
Here in the glimpse of the summertime of our lives,
I'll close my eyes and I cheat myself
Into believing that perhaps I won't see;
The love you don't feel when you're holding me;
Perhaps, we could've fallen in love for the night,
And wouldn't it have been easy,
To forget in the morning?
Yet you can't make your heart feel a beat,
That it won't;
For I can't make you love me,
If you don't.
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And me.
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blahhhhhhh
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Read MoreI fight and frown, make him mad.
I shout and drown in my own screams.
I create a mahem, But I protect myself
For I know that way, I'll protect him too.
I'll smile and fade but won't see him do the same
I'd rather cry and escape, but won't let him walk through my brain.
I've made mistakes, I've had my share.
But I've found every way to take his care.
I've felt and lived a dream with him.
Those days have made this whole journey complete.
His hugs and holds still make me warm,
His love is all that keeps me strong.
©halcyon.
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robb981o
198w
careful, now.
pain is
addictive.
afterall,
it's the drug
of the writers. -
krishnega
198w
©krishnega
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Theatre.
No amount of tears need a stage,
And no amount of crying
an opera.
Yet
the only theatre
we excel at
is sorrow.
©champagnesupernova -
verbose
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Read MoreThank you @sammusaafiir for this amazing challenge !
Here you go !
19.10.18
#sam_oxy_chal #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #poem #poetry #verse @iammusaafiir @sammusaafiir @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteuniteI'm pretty ugly with my words,
Lately I find myself busy doing nothing,
Bury me not under a pile of sentiments
that speak of disguises and oxymorons
laughing at my ashen face,
Cremate me rather
over a pyre of blazing truth ,
with my ash blowing away to lose its identity
in the poetic winds.
This is a phase that is perfectly imperfect. And it too shall pass.
©ri_cha -
khola_hawa
198w
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