Miraquill
Summer is baked and naked
Let's dwell in the woods digging burrows
There is remnants of liquids
The sweat we out poured once in an ethereal big mood
Hills dreaming out loud in seduction
Whilst I lick the icy mystic waters
Slithered down in tiny streams
I'm branching out perpetually
Whilst your thorns Pierce into my dermis
Growing in and out of your mouns
Call out my name in mid syllables
Caves of you choking in this momentary orgasm
Grab some friction of rocks, it's good to lose control
I'm up above the clouds, ecstatically high
Pull the trigger, it's nature's gun
The rain wil spill all over you
Gulp it in and let the rivers flow all over again
© turmoilmoon
-
turmoilmoon
8w
-
The night was quiet
With lo-fi music at its lowest volume
Street lights Dampened,
Dripping it's remains fading to doom
Mannequins melting with langour
Plenty of molest in the day
Raw youth in bloom
Dark sidewalks for a drugged foreplay
Craving for my riffs and licks
My guitar rippled across every fret
Tasted it well enough
It's orgasmic wet as my fingers bled
Midnight summoned me
The contours of the cosmos was bright
Swollen Visage of the moon
Vexed by the fornication of satellites
It's all greedy gaping
When there's no blood and water
Dilated across the invisible time
It's all a never ending slaughter
Blurred my thin line of existence
Switching to a cryogenic sleep
As my tenderness soothed my torment
Staring down at my own distorted reflection
And succumbing to the pure devourment
©turmoilmoon -
Come to me
When the moon could shine on its own
Shedding the layer of fake light
Right now its just a sphere of darkness
Come to me
when all the stars dive into a massive black hole
A super fast death
Right now they suffer from a trepidation of Losing light
Come to me
when all the oceans evaporate
And whales swim across the clouds
Right now they breathe sun and grease
Come to me
when all the religions crumble and fall apart and
Mystics stop being stone cold liars
Right now they love bloodshed
Come to me
When the tribes rule
And vegetation yields in surplus
Right now its at the brink of starvation
Come to me
When earth becomes life itself
And all creatures deserve a share
Right now its a wormhole to Mars
Come to me
When metal music rules again
And teens mosh and stomp like wolves
Right now synth and k-pop in groove
Come to me
when the wars end, dust settles
And troops walk back home
Right now its all about loaded guns
©turmoilmoon -
turmoilmoon
17w
World is a beautiful place
You can drop bombs and talk of peace
You can kill a creature and call it a sacred meal
©turmoilmoon -
I was Grinding a hill to nullify my melancholy
The noon was slurry, White coulds strided away distantly
Harmony of the wind was a discrete cacaphony
I stowed plants into my pockets in a desperate need of green
Walked a few memory lanes across a dead blackened sea
Little fishes drifted ashore bored being aquatic
Tides high and shimmering
Capsized boats devoured by the gravity
Mermaids on an exodus with blue whales bulged in their bellies
Surfer paddling one arm, another arm resting between a shark's' teeth
Mr. Slow death bleeding, the passion sport bleeding
Pterosaurs dropping the bombs carrying Russian drones
Mutilating the young men, bleeding the war zone
Ran towards the north pole
It's snowing and seclusion is bliss
Radiohead music in loop
Everyday is a little apocalypse
©turmoilmoon -
Abysmal lust tethered to the reflection of a bygone love
Staring at the broken mirrors, Cracked craniums suffer from injustice
Lost voices of a dark wind
Provoke to redeem the flesh
Insatiable thirst of worned out lips
Fumes to lick the remnants outspread
Phantasms opaque like a distant mirage
In the lonesome graveyard
The blurred faces visible in a shape
breaking through the winter's fog
A waltz by the hollowness
To a perennial ghostly scream
Erected cohesion of bones
Ornament the blood thirst orchid
Wolves howl the hymns
For the full moon is fiery
Tombstones pump the cushion
To the slender brittle bodies
Longing for the rusted love
This fleeting moment corrodes
Black rain drizzle the Berserk heads
It's erupted bliss when all senses dead
©turmoilmoon -
Make no rumble
Draw an incomplete arc
And then disappear into the nothingness
This time don't throw the incandescence
Dont come close
The planet is greedy
Too many false wishes
Flesh is incessantly amorphous
So are the mammals
Dont hear this dark wish too
This time be an impact event
Like the chicxulub crater
Come wriggle and be colossal
Scraping the beautiful surface
Triggering a mass extinction
Where the wires flows into a volcanic purgatory
And there is no place for metaverse
The floating debris would settle in a little while
A little while extraterrestrials would build the pyramids again
©turmoilmoon -
turmoilmoon
22w
Stay where you are
I will go far
I will fall apart
You stay fixed
So concrete
I'd call you a bliss
I'm just a flesh
I'm another mess
So restless
I'm never real
Lived in fear
Falsely pretending
I feel like a broken wings
Of the falling butterflies
I feel like a false sky
hear the sound of broken glasses
And catch the broken wings of falling butterflies
I feel like a false sky
©turmoilmoon -
turmoilmoon
24w
Leave a false projection
Memory preserves it well
Under the fiery fire ball
Big mood and thirsty
The mirage shimmers
In the hottest desert
Where the hurt was buried
Night storm scoops the sand
Dancing to the distant hum
Of a drying up oasis
The granules know it well
The taste of the mundane waters
But they displace to a newer slopes
Forced to strip the trace of the past
The stars have stories to tell
To the Sleepless and the faceless
To the nomads who wander
never knowing their existence
To the new places they depart
At the end to be the strangers again
©turmoilmoon -
In the mid of summertime
The breath you exhaled bathed my skin
And let your fragrance absorbed in me
We stripped the shy softly
Cherishing every kiss
The elixir floated on your curves
And the bosoms erected in love
I sucked out in gulp
It's winter and cold
Frozen and choked
Soon be Enbalmed
In my lost senses
Where the days are long
And nights seem forlorn
If there exists a final touch
Before the meltdown
Just like the old days
When summer could strike again
©turmoilmoon
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phoenix_in_ashes
13w
Read MoreWhen great souls die, dreaming of stars
Incarnating their starlight in cosmos
Flowing beats, harmony in fallen zephyr
Dusk seems quieter, painted crimson sky
Mourning sparrows, symphonies of battles
Devils raining tears, torrential downpour
While angels stitch wings with mementos
Seldom masquerades by doleful nights,
Slumber lost to all believers
Albeit cocoon of their creations remain
Turning into butterflies of memories
Inspiring felicity in tomorrows
Embers ignited, ashes forming rebirths
Every fragment aches to relay munificence
Greats souls die only to be born again,
On repeat, prevailing upon the universe
Thriving thoroughly along timelines
Watering cicatrix, blooming flowers
And when i read through their tapestries
Stories feel utopian, an unbridled obsession
Making me deeply wonder
Do their ashes lay a rebirth too?
#wod #greatsoulsUnbridled
©phoenix_in_ashes
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ak_anjali_daydreamzz
15w
Read MoreAll Rights Reserved
11 March 2022 2.49 pm
#lifecycle
Samsara - the indefinitely repeated cycles of birth, misery, and death caused by karma
#ak_pod #ak_wn_repost
POD w(°ｏ°)w @miraquill @writersnetwork 11th on 11th !!
Thank You so much for Pod Repost & EC ����������
Thank you so much everyone for read & reviews (HAPPY)
/ Happy Birthday to my Younger Brother
This day couldn't be more perfect / ♡♡Sillage of Samsara
Aurora clawed at Nyx's clouds
Shedding cottoned charcoal down
And lighting a golden lamp that
Glowed grand all over the globe
Nyx's tears were opaque dew drops
Something ordinary eyes found so off
But I saw a veil wrapping untold grief in
Grids of glossy moss, an unrivaled beaut
I was barefoot and brokenhearted
Measuring the prickly path with my steps
When I spotted tiaras of textured tears
My hands closed on a drooping droplet
I stenciled lines over my eyelashes
With the cold and fragile prismatic pearl
It chilled my orbs waltzing with mortality
And every life ever flashed before me
~
I saw seeds sprouting and hope growing
Those canopies camouflaged with coals
Of a wellburnt night/life, that left moulds
To shape more saplings, memories erased
I saw emerging tides surge ahead, racing to
Calm weeping shores that fist forgetfulness
And let go of every embrace ever received
Welcoming waves anew to swallow their souls
I saw wings learn to fly and leave when they fall
I saw beaks sing ballads and break away into songs
I saw claws enwrap desires and erode energy
I saw smiles blossoming and wilting as tears
Seeking a sense betwixt the sonnet of souls
I'm bereft of hues to exorcise the tale of existence
What shade soars to dawn and what soaks dusk ?
Why repeat cycles of miraging charm in a deserted universe?
~
Then I saw infant footprints in the shore of life
They enlarged till eternity got cropped out
And got erased by waves of time and space
But they left marks of unconditional love
The moment I felt the imprints of undated love
My heart went berserk and burst into prayers
I reckon that this land is a library of undying love
Sowed in square meters of soul-lengths, all over
All dreams and desires, wishes and woes, lies and lores
Deepens when it get drenched, flames up when it catches winds
All lives are vessels, whether they wield victory
Or wear wounds, the war they wage must go on
We are all turtle vines of tragic tears
Falling down to feel the womb again
So do I sing, discerning droughts and floods
That no soul is left behind, all counts to reap love
I trudge further, seeking the shelter of my soul
Knowing I've left my marks, rest is upto time
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz || beaming with an unsetting sun
and an unending moon
... -
_gk_07
17w
Read More-- RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE POET AND THE POETRY --
Echoes of you and I, of metaphorical sighs
and duchenne smiles in verses, of caressing climes
starry skies in a stellar night, I defy
the alphabets I write in you, sensibly sublime.
Bloodstains of murdered vocabulary
in the white vehement curtain calls,
with your essence and wildflowers, I bury
the cavernous recital of you, in mortuary of sombre falls.
You are shrine of my memories and bitterly baked realities I chewed,
to visit canopy of lamenting oxidized oxymorons,
when my silences was blamed in saffron sunset hues,
you gave a shelter to my unheard voices, humming forlorn.
In between maybes and what ifs of life,
Poetry gives life to my quotidian existence,
warmth of lullabies in my insomniac nights,
filling the voids of longings for perfect words to write.
~gk
©_gk_07
Here, I == the poet
You == the poetry
#happy @writersnetwork @miraquill
Edit: thank you @writersnetwork ��Poe•t•ry
Poet + try = Poetry
Poetry originates when a poet tries to write his perplexed thoughts in few rhyming words, embellished with poetic devices.
©_gk_07 || Feb 22' 25 -
odysseus_2
17w
Read MoreOnce a loquacious
guy, I've now transformed into
a complete loner.
I shudder at the
very thought of being present
at a gathering.
My transformation
into a misanthrope has
been slow and steady.
Now , even small crowds
are good enough to scare the
daylights out of me.
My confidence is
at its nadir and it's not
likely to improve.
I heard some people
whisper, "He needs to see a
good psychiatrist".
I thought it would help
me and fixed an appointment
with a counsellor.
But even there, I
saw a queue, and that quickly
frightened me away.
These days, I remain
confined to my cocoon which
is my comfort zone.
But even after
I breathe my last, these crowds may
not stop haunting me.
Can I get a trained
robot which will carry out
my funeral rites?
©charudatta_kelkar
भाती थी मुझको भीड़ कभी, लेकिन अब बदला है मंज़र
अब तनहाई प्यारी लगती है महफ़िल से लगता है डर
लेकिन ये तब्दीली तो मुझमें रातोंरात नहीं आई
शायद इंसानों की दुनिया ही मुझको रास नहीं आई
©charudatta_kelkar
@miraquill
@writersnetwork
#fear #wod #haiku #senryuFear
Now , even small crowds
are good enough to scare the
daylights out of me.
These days, I remain
confined to my cocoon which
is my comfort zone.
Can I get a trained
robot which will carry out
my funeral rites?
(Full piece in caption)
©charudatta_kelkar -
milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
18w
Read More#life #jen_pod #JEN_WNLIKE #JEN_WNREPOST #JEN_MIRAQUILL_LIKE
Oml pod ��Thank you so much @miraquill and @writersnetworkLife ~A bravura business of fate
I have never experienced any major event . For me each and everyday of mine is like a little concrete, which is a part of that huge mountain struggle. And those water drops of ocean glued to each other by the cohesive force connecting the continents.
When time slipped through the gaps of my fingers and adulthood kissed my lips i realized childhood was like that planet pluto who no longer belongs to my solar system. As toddler i used to wait for my father to come and pick me from my school but he never came and time forbade me from hearing those school bells anymore. That's how my school life ended. Those tears , no one ever noticed them . Those aches healed with time or i can say i accepted my fate.
after five winters when i was graduating from my university, I longed to see those chapped brown lips to curve a little more , those pale palms to clap for me atleast once while i am delivering my graduation speech. But i was all alone there. Standing in the crowd hopeless, clueless not knowing what i had ever done to deserve this. Somehow they stopped making noises when moon peeped through the windows . And that's how the chapter of my university ended when i flipped the pages of my youth.
After seven long summer while i was returning from my office , frustration written all over my forehead, sleep constantly forcing my eyelids to shut , i mistakenly took the shortcut choosing the dark alley to throw my half alive half dead body on the soft mattress , i saw a bunch of drunkards forcing themselves on a girl who is probably same age of mine . I punched them hard with out any delay and called the cops . They rescued the girl .
When i tried to heal the Heart aches of that scared girl with my comforting words she told me , how her father never let her step out of her home alone, how her parents treat her like the princess of some fairyland , how her brothers protect her from every single storm . While trying to be there for her i don't know when jealousy embraced me . But when she broke into tears epiphany tightly clutched my hands. Yes I craved for the love of my father but I never wanted to be like that fragile girl.
Life is like the Santacluz of Christmas who often fulfill our desires but always forget to tell about the pros and cons of our dreams . We always blame our fate and envy others comparing our lives with others. But deep down we all know we are satisfied with whatever we have . But like they say grass is greener on the other side we crush our soul under the wheels of discontent ignoring the silent suffering of others.
©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake -
kefi_kat
123w
Read MoreA Wandering Heart in the Night Sky
Under the moon light
Gazing up the sky
Filled with magic that sinks in
Like a tingling feeling down the spine
A faint sensation of falling from a height
Fading into darker hues of blue
It is silent music in the sky
One by one,
Blossom the sparkling dancing diamonds
Dreams I have on a winter night
A void breathes within my soul
Lost in thoughts of a heart uncertain
Like the moon,
We go through phases of emptiness
And when it's full moon
Once again,
Feel bright, Feel full
The twinkling stars laughing at my voice
They fall like the shooting stars
Into my wandering mind
Looking into the infinity
A sky pure as water
It's the reflection of what I see tonight
Caught in the day I run away
Though I continue to love the light
For it shows me the way
I continue to love the dark
For it gives me the sight
To search for a meaning,
And light up the night
As they become the street lights of eternity
I walk under the starry sky
Home is where the heart is
But the sight of stars makes me wonder
Am I a lost star?
There are stars I haven't seen
The nights I won't forget
Dreams I haven't dreamt
People I haven't met
Light I haven't felt
Days I haven't lived
Sunrise yet to dawn
Flowers yet to grow
I guess there's more to me
That I have yet to know
For my part I know nothing with any certainty
All that is now,
All that is gone,
All that is to come,
To the stars who listen
Dreams that are answered
Star light, Star bright
The first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
I have a wish I wish to tonight.
©kefi_kat
#nightsky #Mirakreecommunity #writerscommunity #Mirakee #writersnetwork #walk #wander #writerstolli #pod #wod #ceesrepostsA Wandering Heart in the Night Sky
©kefi_kat
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siddharthajana
18w
Walk
I take a stroll through the dew-filled ground
filled with the joy of avian sound
And as I carefully wander and tread
The gaiety dawn starts to spread
And in that joyland of aureate hue
I walk on entranced without a clue
I gaze at the pirouette of tiny magpies
and the grandeur of elegant eagles'cries
The chirp of nightingales sweeter than a flute
Flight of albatross taking off like a parachute
Squirrels playing in frosted earth
Jovial zephyr caressing butterflies at birth
Children waltzing to the cackle of geese
Nestling chickens rolling in meadows of peace
Prancing ponies embracing the whispering clouds
Letting go of the mud of doubts
I smile and look on in quiet wonder
As aarde rejoices to the rhythms of thunder
The park now filled with sweet melody of rain
As life revels in that quiet heaven
And in that blissful world devoid of men
Nature burgeons in her own zen
A world so frail yet so strong
Where the hands of nature can do no wrong
And as I walk out through the gates of the park
I can now light a candle for those in the dark
-siddharthajana -
moitreyee
64w
AN(ATOM)Y
In
The
name
of some
ethics,lame
they trap our
visions in shame.
They burn the traces
of our collapsed bones,
to feed greedy cracks
of the worldly smokes,
and array people in lanes
where even ugly doubts
finds castles to build ways
Least do they know or say
That baking people in fire
won't fill poetry-prone days.
They shape some phrases
like monoliths in cage
to spill satires burying
my strength in rage.
or choke my rhymes
anigh my weary shores
Least do they know, say
that it only lets guilt
slam their vintage
toxicity within
mephitic
door's
ray.
©moitreyee -
moitreyee
52w
Read More
Years back a country was divided when a group of people felt their existence is in danger. It killed millions.
" In politics, what begins in fear usually ends with failure. "
- S.T Coleridge
Caution: Not something impressive, you can skip. I haven't put much thought into it, wrote whatever came into my mind.Blood(shade?)
Wrap anecdotes within your bones
and run through the hollowness
where their soul belongs.
Will you still caress
the sage green mistakes
of your lilac kingdom ?
Stuff mud in your pockets
like biased media gulping politics
where your ribs cry out in misery
Will you still not burn
the autumn leaves that fall off
from intolerant trees of bigotry ?
Bake habits instead of syndromes
amidst blind crowds with 'standards'
where your individuality suffocates.
Will you still repeat
self doubting yourself for people
whose judgement barely matters ?
Shape life without a wardrobe
like the embroidered pottery
where your fingers speak silence.
Will you still dress
As the saffron folk deity
with an immoral fandom ?
©moitreyee -
moitreyee
48w
Read More
Discretion advised.
Pov
2021 india : 17 year old girl killed by her grandfather and uncle for wearing jeans in Uttar Pradesh. (True incident)
The storyline is primarily based on the incident but also involves incidents other than that. Written in haste, you're welcome to point out errors. Thanks.Did my body hurt you ?
Seemingly the country road patted on my spine when I felt myself less numb near the window seat of a tensed car. The wind slapped my face and plucked hair out of the bun I had made to hide length of my insecurities. My nails were paler than yesterday. I let my vision sit on my mom's sweat, watching her shiver in a climate warmer than fire.
"Are you certain your skin won't hurt them ?" mom asked in anxiety.
"They won't rip my skin off if it does, right?" I jested in doubt.
The driver stuck his eyes at the rear view mirror to stare in ambiguity at our weird faces faking a laugh in anxiety.
I grabbed my water bottle and ran my sweaty hands on it. My dad spoke, "Here we are, you see that wonderful house there that overshadows the others in the village ? That's ours."
"Dad, how should I know what's your definition of wonderful ? The most wonderful thing I watch here are the trees I see less in our city." I said.
"Why would trees seem wonderful to you ?" Dad objected in surprise.
"Why wouldn't? I ain't a hardcore capitalist after all" I argued.
"When will you get out of your illusion ? Try to be a bit materialistic, your idealism won't feed practicality " dad roared.
"Sir, here you are and the amount is as negotiated earlier." the driver said with nervous smile.
"Ahh, these poor people who eats on the taxes we pay !"
my dad complained.
"Aren't you the one getting rich by exploiting the poor ?" I argued.
"Shut up ! You know nothing, I have merit so I am rich unlike these mediocre people." Dad roared in superiority.
"But by 80/20 rule, in a population of millions, 80%of the achievements are made by 20% of the people. If 20% is rich, they are exceptions right ? And exceptions won't make the rule, isn't it ?" I queried in ambiguity
"Be quiet, when will you stop arguing with your dad ?" mom interfered. Dad changed his pace and turned a blind eye to my queries.
"The driver is from the unpeaceful religion, be cautious." dad warned my mom whispering his holy right rules.
My mom wasn't convinced. She handed the driver a jar of laddoos saying his daughter would be happy at the sight of sweets if he took that home. The driver thanked her, bid us farewell and departed.
Meanwhile my grandmother received us. She stared weirdly at every curve of my body and I felt uncomfortable by then. I went to a room assigned to me. Near to my room, was the room of my dad's elder brother, my paternal uncle.
"Go help your mom bring the luggages." dad said.
"Okay" I agreed.
"Hey brother, why are you letting her do that, she is a girl, she is probably weak." my paternal uncle adviced.
My dad laughed in confusion as my uncle helped my mom to bring all the luggages in.
"You shouldn't wear these tight pants, your hips provoke me." my uncle whispered in my ears.
I was stunned. Never had I ever heard this in my city. I ran to my mom and held her hands tight enough to not let any spectrum of dirt hug me.
My grandmother walked her way to me and asked me to walk to her room along with her. I abided by it.
"Being a teen, why have you started provoking men at this age ?" my grandmother enquired.
"What ?" I questioned in perplexity.
"Yes your sleeveless tops and jeans makes you look slutty." my grandmother manifested.
"Well then don't sexualise me." I answered.
"What's that ?" grandmother asked.
"Don't look at me as a sex object, look at me as a human being" I answered.
"Oh shut up, women are always looked upon as sex objects. Don't you fear people ?" grandmother claimed and asked in surprise.
"Why should I fear or be apologetic for having a woman's body ?" I asked.
My grandmother headed to my dad and told him that I was bickering over futility.
My dad asked me to not argue with my grandmother and do as she said no matter what it was.
I changed my clothes but next day during the worship, I wore jeans again.
My grandfather and uncle let their vision grope my flesh as I was helping my grandmother sew the garlands. I felt like a culprit for dressing as I please, for having a body and for being a woman.
"We know where you got your hussy attune from, probably a girl is supposed to be like her mom." my grandmother smirked while slut-shaming me and my mom
"This is enough, I will dress as I wish. Jeans are made to wear !" I roared in disgust.
The air in the room made my bones shiver in discomfort. I stood up to leave the room. Least did I know they can rip off my skin if it hurts them.
©moitreyee
