Miraquill
We knew we are not made for luck,
over the flashbacks, yet we
stepped in for trying our last pluck.
We knew we are different essence,was it
a mistake we committed by flooding into
each other dismissing the consequence.
Pluck & Consequence | ©witchwithwords
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witchwithwords
68w
She was a girl endorsing
with the fact of plain white sky
U N T I L
He met her with lanterns in his smile
and gave her sky, the color of blue
with lots of jinxes, made her sail
into his brine...
©witchwithwords | UNTIL -
witchwithwords
69w
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©witchwithwords
15-04-21 ~ 8:00 AM ��
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#Blooms #flowers #misfortune #happy #springWe were a good blooms
A T A W R O N G P L A C E
We were attractive blooms
F O R A M I S F O R T U N E D O N E S
We were dead blooms
T O A H A P P Y S P R I N G
~ WWW | BLOOMS. -
witchwithwords
70w
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The places we left still breathes our part
aura by aura...
Walking down the streets once we
walked together drag me into the
insignia,
The swings we sat on cries out of the
rust whispering the songs u we're
singing for me like a chant that is
holy as ever.
The water hitting the rock forcefully
screams at me asking where you are,
I say them, you've died!
bowing my head down...
Then oceans pull me into it and tell
me glomming, "Can you both come
back together? and cherish me making
me sweet like you both did, because
now they'll notice me salty"...
I walk away from the ocean,
unanswering its questions!
These questions pinch my heart
and make me bleed on them, on
the places and things which
remembers "US"
not just "Me" or "You"!
When flowers were blossoming new,
Constellation was dreaming of us,
Void betwixt our fingers was unspaced,
When love was blind, love was hysterical,
love was wild.
Seasons seemed the same, colors went
fade! You and I felt souls belonging to
white-winged glare,
It seemed we were all of the
Soulful red and inseparable glue,
But we are barely dewing blue,
Now it's hard to rehash that,
You belong to the sky and the moon
Leaving me, ahead of a star by star,
but the places we left still breathes
our part aura by aura...
©witchwithwords
11-04-21 ~ 12:15 AM ��
@mirakee @writersnetwork
@pakhi1738 #sky #moon #aura #blueYou belong to the sky and the moon
Leaving me, ahead of a star by star,
but the places we left still breathes
our part aura by aura...
~WWW | AURA BY AURA
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witchwithwords
71w
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©witchwithwords
2-4-21 ~9:50 AM ��
@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod wod
@pakhi1738 #He #scream #sorry #guiltHe sings a song of sorry and guilt
I could scream stories of grief.
I ' M A F R A I D ,
His songs would rain the tulips
on my tombstone
But my scream will end the world!
~WWW | Sorry and Scream. -
witchwithwords
72w
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The soul needs peace over, a chaos
wrecking the bone by bone & filling the
grief cell to cell,
The soul needs to enjoy the sunrise over,
the dawn endlessly kissing the eyes and
hugging with nightmares,
The soul needs a hymn of albatross over,
the chants of the crows inducing to a
self-harm rhythms,
The soul needs a holy dew fondling the skin
Over, the touches still flowing through blood
to blood, stimulating to the death,
The soul needs a fragrance of wild blooms,
Over, the stench of scandalous blossoms
riping the essence of a happy life,
The soul wants to drench in dense water,
to cleanse the nostalgia of demon's pierce's
all over the skull.
The soul is hollowed
in the senses of a bruise!
they call it a delicate
Is that the reason to violate?
If it was delicate
Why do we pretend to be dared?
DELICATE OR A STRONG
The soul deserves a melody
in between the melancholy,
Grap that melody into a bag
because we all know we
are in a drought!
©witchwithwords
23-03-21 ~ 2:30 PM ��
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork
@pakhi1738DELICATE OR A STRONG,
The soul deserves a melody
in between the melancholy,
Grap that melody into a bag
because we all know we
are in a drought!
~WWW | THE SOUL
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witchwithwords
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©witchwithwords
13-03-21~ 5:15 PM ��
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
#pod #wod #flowers #blossom #love #withering
@pakhi1738Some are the
flowers destined
for the corpses,
Few are the flowers
cherished for the
love blossom
and we were the
withering petals
fated to sway far
for the force of aura,
when our bodies are
glooming blue
and eyes are
crystal pool!
~WWW | Flowers -
witchwithwords
75w
He would rip my heart
and fill the breakage
with roses through his
crescent moon
smile
And after years now,
I see him smiling
with a painful heart
and covering
it off from the people,
pulling out the lethal
thorns from his soul
one after another.
~WWW | HIS SMILE! -
Some emotions enlight in the dusk
and fade has a dream in the dawn
Yet, only a few are the emotions that
shine throughout the day and lifetime
same as ever.
©witchwithwords | EMOTIONS -
witchwithwords
79w
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Walking down 12th Street and
feeling Goosebumps of the 19 teen
how jerking off my shoe sweat under
the shocks that never meant to my teen
We waddled miles where our shoes
simultaneously shared the different
emotions,
Gashes of my clashing miles
Daisies of my lovable city lights
Choas of my unanswered keys!
Bottling your smile one by one
I roam the miles we ran without fear
Tweeting the trees alone I put them
in chaos, they offer me a hammock
then I struggle with my shoes getting
soot because all I was used to was
strutting on your shoes to adjust
the hammock
"Giving up on all or Giving it a new birth
What are doing? Do u store all the
memories in your heart?" They asked!!
I'm trying to erase the miles we created,
though I still see the shoes in my closet
that make me pause. I spelled it out.
Some are the insignia of his naughtiness
where he holds my leg tight and nourish
my white shoe with all the chocolate cream
that disturbed him and some, the insignia
of his love and care where he wiped the
same off and tied the lays up which would
have made me fall.
'I suppress all the memories in my shoes
rather than the heart', I spelled it meaningful.
People always find me sarcastic and rude
So, I don't put the effort to make them
understand the intensity of the word and
the tone.
02-02-21 ~ 8:05 PM ��
#shoe #memories @writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersbayI suppress all the memories in my shoes
rather than the heart !
SHOES | ©witchwithwords
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illicit_skunk
66w
call of the brainfever bird
chugging down
a camphorated tincture of opium,
she chuckles and says,
"the disquiet was consuming me,
so i consumed it instead."
she thinks it is unfair of them
to censor her eyes.
days go by.
she has stopped getting gorged at;
they say they'd kill for her soul -
but souls fly
when set free.
mayhem runs it's anarchy
when we lose control.
when the anarchist
becomes the monarch
and the monarch has nothing more
to love or to lose,
their roles switch
and the focus shifts
to a defective noose.
the scenes in her head
are shot in muted colours;
under stormy skies,
with nameless lovers.
you've been one of them.
but it never smelt like her
under your covers
(not a trace of her
in your poetries
or your heart)
the mornings go by quietly.
the evenings do so, too.
the chaos of the blue hour batters her mind.
there's no more left of you.
the brainfever bird coos,
declaring it's claim
on some wretched territory,
boasting of it's newfound sense of belonging -
crushing the edges of her ribs
into splinters;
but she chuckles and says
that the disquiet was consuming her,
so she consumed it instead.
she likes it
when the skies defy the sun
and flaunt their undertone.
so they have chosen to stay dark
for a while.
she says summer's too far,
for it's already here.
and it scares me when I see -
she is what becomes of us
when we run out of fear.
©illicit_skunk -
love_whispererr
65w
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when the sun sets
while promising for a new morn
to those squint breezes
and paints the welkin with red gulmohars
then my words become metaphors.
H E A R T B R E A K
when the frail heart bleeds
inside the bonfire of stiff heartaches
while gnawing seventy thousand sixty one
lies of oafs with my sloven teardrops
then my words become metaphors.
S P R I N G
when the amorous hyacinths caper
on the boulevard of unparalleled hopes
while decorating the meadow of nimbus
and perish the vapourish stains of castles
then my words become metaphors.
S T A R S
when those stars waylay my window curtains
while sidling up to my unhinged nights
and put some poultice on my stained hiraeth
and knock my frenzied speckles
then my words become metaphors.
S E A
when the flow tide ebbs away
while rubbing up my feet with water drops
and roasts the thick cloud
inside the stomach with some larkspurs
then my words become metaphors.
•́ bidya || a journey from words to metaphors
#journey #wod
(Pc-me)
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��A JOURNEY FROM WORDS TO METAPHORS
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pakhi1738
70w
Read MoreThis piece went through so many changes. I felt like sharing the entire journey of writing this one because it's worth it. If you don't want to read this, you can skip it and directly jump to the poetry part. So here it is. Initially, Medusa, Athena, and some other characters in the first draft were just supposed to be metaphors for the characters of a short dream sequence I had in mind. I started making the initial draft, like gathering bits and pieces that came to my mind about everything I wanted to cover in that sequence. While making these outlines, I just kept thinking about Medusa and what she went through (if you want to know her story, the original story, check my comments in the comment section). Then it occurred to me that not many people from the present generation know about this Greek mythology so I should write about her instead because people should know how cruel and unfair patriarchy can get sometimes. So I deleted the previous outlines and started writing the original story in my words but the fact that Medusa always just got pain and betrayal but never the love she deserved, stopped me. Then a thought striked my mind that she deserves a love story but no one ever thought about that amidst all the monster portrayals she got and I again started it from the scratch with a prince, his kingdom, the queen, Athena, Medusa and some other characters but I got stuck in the end. According to Athena's curse, any man who ever look at her, will get petrified (turned into stone) and I could have worked it out in the story by the prince always keeping his eyes covered with a blind fold or just looking at her reflection in the water but why a man? Why it always has to be a man? That hit me really hard and I just stopped writing for a really long time. I took time to think about it and ended up writing this.
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Once upon a time,
There was a princess
With eyes like the reflection
Of full moon in the ocean,
Big and bright.
Medusa fall for her
Right in the first sight!
She used to visit the same oak tree,
Probably searching for peace,
Once every week.
Medusa watched her
Hiding near the creek.
Princess sensed her presence,
And gazed at her reflection
But never said a word.
One's reflection never lies,
Is what they say
And maybe that's why
She saw the girl Medusa once was
And not the monster
She was forced to become!
"I'll confront her about my feelings
The next time she visits", Medusa swore.
Little did she knew,
Her heart belonged to Athena,
The goddess of war!
Medusa waited and waited
But she never returned.
Queen found out
About her daughter's love
For their nemesis
Who destroyed their kingdom
And banished her
From the palace, for the betrayal.
Princess ran to Athena's temple
And prayed to call her for help.
She didn't answered,
Because the affair was just a scam.
A scam to break the royals,
To shatter the castle of trust
They shared
And to show them
Where they belonged!
Princess stayed in the temple
For nights,
Helpless and hurt.
She finally lost hope,
Wandering around in confusion.
With blurred vision
From all the tears,
She found herself
Standing by the creek.
Medusa was waiting for her
Hiding in the shadows.
She decided to give her some privacy
To process her thoughts.
The princess looked like walking chaos
In the moment
But still so simple.
Same deep, big, shiny eyes,
Same long golden locks,
Same innocence dripping
Down her face.
Medusa waited for her to calm down
But lost patience after a while
'cause she was still searching
For princess's beautiful smile!
She couldn't see her despair
So decided to retrace her steps back
But stepped on a twig instead
"You don't always need to hide, you know",
The princess said wiping her tears.
"You knew about me this whole time?"
"I sensed your presence from your shine"
"My shine?"
"Your reflection in water, Medusa."
"You know who I am?", Medusa asked Desperately hiding the snakes on her head.
"You are still beautiful, inside out.
I hope you know that"
Medusa smiled for the first time
After a really long time.
With her pale skin,
Finally gaining different shades of pink
Her eyes lit up
As she took a step towards her love
"I missed this smile"
"And I, thy eyes"
-Pakhi✍️
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pakhi1738
71w
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I know that I've been writing these little fantasy dream sequences a lot for a while now, but one of these actually led to something really amazing. I am so excited to share that one and it's entire journey with you guys. It's still a work in progress so, you'll have to wait for it. Meanwhile, here's a piece I wrote somewhere in the mid of March but never got a chance to post. Happy reading!
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Every time I breathe
My heart catches hold
Of the ice and pieces you left
And every moment
That I spend
With you
Feels like a Déjà vu
I look for you, everywhere,
When love doesn't feel right
But you loving me,
The way I do, is all I want
People change, I know
And I see you changing
Every single day
But it all still just
Feels the same
The same old love
With the same old faith!
World!
Can't it just fly away?
I want you just for myself
I want you to live inside me!
I don't wanna stay
And I don't wanna leave,
Oh love!
I don't wanna stay
And I don't wanna leave
I just wanna see
One last trick
With magic rolled up your sleeves!
'cause every time I breathe
I breathe you in
For we need
Something to break this ice
Between us, that's unseen!
Words!
Can't they just fade away
I want you to read my eyes
And tell me
What my heart desires
Just like before
I'm living every moment
You wanted to forget
All over again
For it feels like
A long lost, sweet pain
And I know,
When this mirror of dream breaks
It'll again just leave a stain!
I don't wanna hide
If you are by my side
You kept looking
For someone to love
When your love
Was hiding in the plain sight!
It is our destiny, is what they say
But wasn't destiny, what we left behind!
-Pakhi✍️
P.C.- @azureabyss
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A cloud's blind trust
Strong in my head and a heart so kind
I was hurt and hurt until I lost my mind
I compiled my sorrow in a juke box
Letting it play like water on the docks
Then I decided to walk on the shore
And to build a sand castle's core
I also got some sea breeze and some sun
But my heart kept racing asking me to run
So I dived into the ocean, went too deep
Reached its reefs, only to sit and weep
Whales and dolphins held me close
Told me to be resilient whilst wiping my nose
I gathered courage and some rocks
To not trust any door that locks
I get back to the shore after a dreary swim
With a light that could never dim
So companionship is always a trick
Cause all my love is always unapologetic
©silverspoon -
pakhi1738
74w
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Jane walked through the gallery smelling like a leftover tragedy and went straight to her grandmother's room. She knelt on the floor and lifted the lid of a glass jar kept in the corner. Letters tied with jute threads, dried roses and old photographs, all looking like someone just took them out straight from a broken hearts museum. A museum to store memories that made her grandma cry and smile at the same time until her last breath. They smelled of love and her precious tears.
They were from her grampy. He was a handsome sailor who died 40 years ago. He was madly in love with grandma and she told her that he used to write her every time he went to the sea. He told her everything about the places he visited, the people he met on the way, the terrible food he had there but most importantly, how much he missed her. They met in high school and decided to stick around for some time while all their other friends left that small town to study in their dream college. Grandma got pregnant after a couple of years with Jane's father and Grampy got his dream job as a sailor to see the world. He wanted to stay back with grandma and help her through the pregnancy but she insisted that he shouldn't give up on his dream. He kept surprising her by visiting her every now and then and they would go visit their old spots to freshen up some old memories and fabricate some new ones for the parting days. They would make their own fairy world with them and all their kids travelling together some day and how they would complain about being home sick every month. Grampy died after his ship got caught up in a really bad storm and grandma decided to never leave that town.
Jane, with her shaking and wet hands, opened up the jute thread. In that moment, she remembered how every time she asked grandma if she could read those letters, she would just laugh and say, "well, of course love. But only after I die. Till then, these are just mine".
With tears rolling down her eyes, she opened up one of those letters. It was dated 17 February 1869. That was the last letter he wrote. It was old and a bit worn out at the folds.
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"My beloved Paige,
I am in London right now. Yes, you guessed it right. I am visiting the beautiful Buckingham palace, first thing in the morning. I still clearly remember you told me how much you loved London after you returned back from your last field trip back in school. Now I see why these streets fascinated you so much. Oh, my love! In this moment, I can give up anything to be with you and to be able to hold you in my arms. This, touring around, visiting all these beautiful, remarkable places all over the world, it's all completely meaningless if you are not with me. I miss you so much. I have decided to come back to you and be with you for rest of my life. I had so much to tell you when I began writing this letter but now I am getting carried away with the thought of being with you, forever!
See you soon my love!
Yours and only yours
Finch S."
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Jane sat there for a while with that letter, held close to her heart, tears rolling down her eyes and a faint smile on her face. Having shared such an important part of her grandma's memory, she felt even more close to her in that moment. She finally gathered enough strength to say her final goodbye to her sweet grandma. She got up, went to the open casket to tell her how much she loved her, carefully placed her favorite lilies in her beautiful, pale hands and read all those letters to her one last time.
-Pakhi✍️
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Irony.
You were sixteen then,
plucking roses and ferns
for a boy who had brought
you seashells from the
shore!
You are twenty six now,
picking dead flowers
lying beneath a tree for
a journal that hides all
your constellations!
And the irony is
you can be twenty six at sixteen
and sixteen at twenty six.
~
©my_cup_of_poetry -
thousand_splendid_thoughts
76w
Read MoreWriters like me are hypocrites,
our bodies are temples of love,
we love saying 'if love is a temple then I'm
the underlying faith in it' under our breathes
and still, our poems would look like broken
prayers wishing for love to be off our chest.
©thousand_splendid_thoughts
Ps-Love lives and leaves.
That's where poetry breathes..
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pakhi1738
75w
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I saw you
Dancing and screaming
"It's her birthday today"
Standing amongst some hundred people
Running around, bursting in laughter
Like a child
Somewhat like a traveller going wild
I remember me sitting on the ground
And watching you with a huge smile on my face
You grabbed my hand and asked me to dance with you
But instead, I dragged you away from that crowd
I remember lying down on the grass
And you lying right next to me
With your fingers entangled into mine,
Continuously staring at the dark sky
"I wish there were some more stars up in the sky.
They look bored up there alone", You said.
I laughed, and looked at you,
Completely holding my breath
Your eyes shining like the deepest hue
Of aquamarine
I placed my head on your shoulder
And we lied there for a while.
I remember us just walking
Through the streets of the city
In the middle of the night
With you holding my hand
So tight
Playing with my hair
Waiting for me to put up a fight
I remember things getting blurry
And time running like a slurry
I was confused
And looking around in a hurry
Looking for as much as
I could hold onto
To remember it all
Before I fall
I felt your hold loosening up
And you drifting away
Into a world
So mundane
I heard a whisper
As you slowly disappeared
"Please don't wake up"
"Don't wake up"
-Pakhi✍️
P.C.- @azureabyss
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75w
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They say you are free
To do whatever you want
If only it was true
'cause now here you stand
Trying to breathe in the air
But breathing in chaos instead
They say you are stronger
Than you know
When they know
Nothing about you
They don't understand
What you're feeling,
What you've been through
They tell you that they care
But no one ever really sees you,
For you!
They don't know
That you keep yourself busy
By burying your head in stories
'cause it help slow down
These unbearable voices
That keep you awake
When you're trying to sleep
And won't let you wake up
In the mornin'
They say you were meant to be
A doll from their dreams
The one, born to fly
So why do you feel suffocated
All the damn time
And would rather prefer dying
So why do you feel like
Locked up in a coffin,
A coffin of their expectations
Deep down the ocean
Drowning you
over and over again
They say, you doubt yourself
You underestimate your worth
Then why does cutting yourself
And bleeding to unconsciousness
Sounds much easier
It's funny, how they keep telling you
You are ruining your life
But never really care!
You make heroes
Out of the survivors
Searching for hope
But when it's you,
It hurts way more
And you know,
God! You know,
You are just another
Ticking time bomb
Waiting for one last blow
To give up and finally explode
You plug in your earphones
And hurt your ear drums
With the loud music
All day
To flush out the noise from your brain!
You keep ignoring people
Who really care
'cause you're afraid
You tell them
Everything's all right
When you just wanna say,
"I'm not okay!"
-Pakhi✍️
P.C.- @azureabyss
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