Miraquill
O lord of Sea!!!
Into the deep blue vast sea,
an extreme infinity I can See.
The gushing waves are pretty clear,
oozing with enthusiasm I can Hear.
Cool breeze casts an enchanting spell,
with a misty aroma which I can Smell.
The ocean yields a briny zest,
droplets filled with salt I can Taste.
As tide converts to ebb at my heel,
the strong force of nature I can Feel.
Oscillating between mild & intense,
O Posedion, you flood my every Sense.
©writerwithin
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Experimenting with writing. Trying to develop a long forgotten dream.
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writerwithin
40w
Saranghae : I love you (Korean)
Mon Amour, today I walk with thee,
Reminiscing our first cup of coffee,
My heart flutters as our hands slightly brush,
Your pink countenance displays a slight blush.
Lavender curls highlight the beauty of your face,
Your fragrance incites me to take you into embrace.
As I stare into the depth of your eyes,
I become certain where my happiness lies.
Away from the shore, the waves and sky unite,
Let's take vows together on this romantic twilight,
I got you neither diamond nor chocolate,
A rose or a teddy cannot express my sentiment,
So, I have written this small poem to profess my love,
Even the almighty is giving us His blessings from above.
©writerwithin -
writerwithin
45w
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#wod #combination #you #selfworth
@miraquill @writersnetwork
Set A: I 'm nobody! Who are you?
Set B: Bright::You::
The mirror smiled as I was enjoying the view,
I 'm nobody! Who are you?
Perhaps someone I once knew?
Yes I am the little girl inside you.
Who dazzled before up she grew.
Bright with confidence that was you.
Now, recollect the goals that together we drew,
And break the shackles binding you.
Change the being that's dull & blue.
Into the wonder that's really you.
©writerwithin -
::Impermanence::
How can one expect to have an everlasting love story,
when even the tiniest cell of our body cannot last more than a decade
& has to regenerate to sustain?
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Superstition & Me
Some superstitions are really amusing,
Might be absurd, but the belief is our choosing.
Closing my eyes, blowing away the cilium is my favorite one.
Using my fallen eyelash to wish is of course fun,
If the strand remains on my dorsal, I get sad,
I lose my hope, just because my pulmonary function is bad.
Most of the times, i am able to blow it away,
Fulfilling the dream as I tread on that pathway.
I dont adhere to any such practices because there is no logic in magic,
But some faiths strengthens us, when the surrounding seems tragic.
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::Love Actually::
How do you define love?
A feeling, An emotion,
A thought, an expression?
Is it the goosebump you get when he speaks?
Or the butterflies in stomach when you see him?
Is it the missed heartbeat when he comes near?
Or the constant longing when he isn't around?
The attraction, The affection?
Is it just a habit of caring about him?
Or the fact that he is centre of your universe?
So what is love actually?
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What if?
If there was no Hate,
Could Love hold so much weight?
If there was no Success,
Would Failure cause utmost stress?
If there was no Melodrama,
Was Humor needed to mitigate trauma?
All extremes hold their respective positions,
Life wouldn't be worthwhile in ordinary conditions.
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Success
Success & Failure define our life.
4 wheeler, 3 BHK, 2 kids & 1 wife.
What if we don't follow the stereotype?
Avoid this rat race, success might be a myth.
©writerwithin -
::Mask::
We say masks aid in hiding emotion,
But when eyes speak,
they express feelings worth an ocean.
©writerwithin -
Just a piece of clothing
A stole, a dupatta, an odhani, a shawl,
It is upto you, what you want to call.
I have different names and different sizes,
But I come to use as and when the need arises.
Mommy uses me to wipe away her child's tears,
Dadi pulls me over her head when she says her prayers.
Didi flaunts my vivid colors while covering her bosom,
Bablu falls asleep on the chair utilizing me as a cushion.
Babli covers her face with me trying to protect herself from sun,
But her intention is to secretly meet her lover & have some fun.
My multi use personality makes me proud,
These days I even serve as a mask to protect you in crowd.
©writerwithin
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Bury me with
The roses you gave,
The promises you made,
The lies of this world,
The emptiness of this sky.
©shreyaaa_ -
examcrackers2020
63w
Read MoreI ain't a writer or poet ,but this thought suddenly picked up in my mind...so here it is....
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I know many of us can connect this line...Dear god,
Don't let someone wait as much that they loose confidence in you.....
Your believer -
ethereal_soul
63w
Read MoreJust tried to write something, hope you like it!
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#wod #slogan #animal #wildlife #fauna
#miraker #writersnetwork #writersbay
@writersnetwork thank you for the likeSlogan
Just writing for them won't help,
Raise the voice or no animal will be left!!!!!
©ethereal_soul -
daphnae
64w
Read More©daphnae
#headline #wod
Thank you @writersnetwork (15)
And @mirakee for the POD �� (4).
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Retrospect
I am no Caesar, nor
am I Alexander, or Genghis, or
any of the kings from
the tomes and tales.
I will never conquer and I
will never capture - I do share
a common ground, however.
I will walk the
Earth for an
infinitesimally,
abysmally,
infuriatingly little
time - a mere blip
soon to be forgotten
among the dunes. Just like
the giants of yore.
I run my fingers through
the wind, did it start
a hurricane somewhere?
Is that going to be my
only contribution on this
pale blue dot - destruction?
This mere, rather primitive
act of typing
away has cosmic
consequences; I am
just too mortal to
observe.
Or, I could be grossly
overestimating myself.
I struggle to cope with
my own insignificance, as have
billions over eons
before me; how unoriginal.
And I strive to do something new.
Oh, the irony.
I am a satire of a human life
a mockery, a parody,
living and dying by the ink
yet to dry.
©thehemantkashyap -
saloni_04
65w
Read MoreDay took a leave,
And the night
Starts the duty.
The moon
Greeting the world,
And the stars
Twinkling happily.
Silence all around
And the clouds
Floating in ease.
The birds sleeping
In the nest,
And animals roaming
For a shelter.
The crickets
Making sounds,
And the Firefly
Enhancing the beauty.
The nocturnal flowers
Blooming in grace,
And the street lamps
Lighted around.
Some beings
Sleeping peacefully,
And some engrossed
In their deep thoughts.
Some sit
To take life decisions
And some
Cry out the inner pain.
Some keep recalling
Their love,
And some lives
Go into a deep sleep
Forever....
- Saloni Shetty
©saloni_04
PS: I know....it's day time, and I am talking about night. I wrote this last night as I was so eager to write something. After all...the beauty of night is so beautiful that I couldn't help but to start penning.
@writersnetwork.
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grey_skies
93w
Read MoreRead it here. I hope you'd like it. #unlikely
A writer only writes for two reasons basically. One, he want others to know about him. This includes everything a person want to share about him. Getting carried away is actually a option here and basically that's the reason writing is such an attractive job.
But the second reason is a bit personal, it's not for the other peoples. Its selfish, the writer does this solely because of his own need and to fulfill his own desires. Some does this in search of perfection, the best way to read a book is write it — it's their believe. But some does this to empty themselves. The ink becomes a medium that carries their unearthly pain and sufferings and gives them a place in white, pure papers that restrain them from returning back to their owners. The pain and sufferings then freely roam around in those white seas of purity and try to find a way to possess a new mind. They camouflage themselves inside a story they form, an attractive one, that attracts the preys they want. Inside those beautifully decorated and structured sentences hide a monster that always remain silent, waiting for a mind that can actually understand it, unleash it from those restrains. Once it finds it way in it gives us the pain and sufferings that the writer used to bear. And interestingly we human beings are very fond of them. We may call it anything we want but actually those are those raw emotions and feelings that are usually left unnoticed.
©grey_skies
@mirakee @writersnetworkHidden in Whites
©grey_skies
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anniemelgi
65w
Hurting someone can be easy as throwing a stone in the sea. But do you have any idea how deep that stone can go?
©anniemelgi -
I was gazed at azure ocean waves,
They all suddenly become gloomy and grey.
Where has blue clearness gone away?
Then a clear thought crossed my mind,
The water surface only reflect
What soul hides in deepest spheres.
©thelunareclipse -
filipp
65w
Life is literally everything.
©Filipp
