Miraquill
Sleepless Night/s
On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
winged and stoned sculpts was longing
to be touched and caressed,
of fingers drifting in a draft;
yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
it was only a wall with shadows
of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
pass and pass with a rushing lights;
a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
of nothing and everything; mind heard a
pumping and beats, that said burn me
this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
in fraction, again,
it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
as hands inside a clock turned,
day settled to quite and calmness of night;
believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
howled stray might relate a straying
soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
of the first time, not thought of doomed
for so many other nights; between the World slept
as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
©xyl_ayvlis
xyl_ayvlis
I'm nobody
-
xyl_ayvlis
8w
Read MoreA factual piece of strangeness for the challenge @luvnotes_challenge_host #cees_strange_chall
It's kinda alien abduction, a darkside tale of a people with_, and for everything there's the first time and ever.
Sleepless Night/s
On the wall, shaped shadows of distance
winged and stoned sculpts was longing
to be touched and caressed,
of fingers drifting in a draft;
yet it's not pitchy dark, city was still
in a hustle with a light wavering in a rush,
here and there; for the eyes in the bed,
it was only a wall with shadows
of sculpt and a bars, light and dark,
pass and pass with a rushing lights;
a wind through window sounded dull and loud,
chill and cold; heart, lost all, to this togetherness
of nothing and everything; mind heard a
pumping and beats, that said burn me
this time, I won't raise, rather remain ash;
in fraction, again,
it's shadows and lights and the fingers in an air;
as hands inside a clock turned,
day settled to quite and calmness of night;
believe it or not, waves of thoughts in a high,
tragically no one there to hear, eyes still open,
sleep left before a depth of times, but not for everyone;
howled stray might relate a straying
soul with star, to which it wished a lasting lot;
on those moments of pulsating and strangeness
of the first time, not thought of doomed
for so many other nights; between the World slept
as a beauty, then without peace, I walking
towards a people rest in peace with a pieces
of winged and stoned, shadows and light.
©xyl_ayvlis -
xyl_ayvlis
11w
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*Saved*
The intense red that was
Oozed out of the veins;
The first drip on the floor
Its sound reverberating
Still after ages;
A wedding gown, stained
Symbolise the relationship
Of married couples,
Which was so lovely_
A click and clicks of the clock
Capturing a moment
As much as it can;
A breath hovering around
Ceiling lights before
It became air;
Eyes wish to wide awake_
A metallic smell was so strong
Similar to percussion;
By the way, a universe
Remained undisturbed and calm
At a time between dead and life;
A distance thunder,
A far away steps
Got closer with a hood,
Might reimagine with a scythe;
Metaphor me as
Irreversible as a time;
But_
A lapse and lapse
Over unconsciousness
Hesitation then chaos
Sirens and wails;
At the end, I'm saved.
©xyl_ayvlis
What's real?.
-
xyl_ayvlis
11w
Things getting louder and louder
Senses are in hyper-alert
Everytime I looked back
I found a vacant;
I trapped in an age
I don't know, what?
Might remain in a same age
Like a dead people do;
Things getting thicker and thicker
Memories contaminated the things,
In front of me
Future thinning and thinning;
I have seen a things undone
When a shreds of weaved still there
In the middle of the sentence
Missed a life not lived;
©xyl_ayvlis -
xyl_ayvlis
11w
Palindrome
A torch touched a skin
It's warmth shone on a dark;
All over a scattered petals
Soft and elegant from swirling
Tongue _ fine from a mine
Came along to a city, while
Setting day unsetting in a soul
With foul in the foot _
Meanwhile everything is serene
Before the screen burnt
And a heart caught fire;
A lost words after an era
Of thinking, not even a memory
Buried, instead left alone
Into the ether_ no way to
Unstuck from palindrome of fear,
A beginning and ending, which
Unending; is there any connectivity
To start and end, unconsciously
Aware, there's no bonding in this tie...
©xyl_ayvlis -
xyl_ayvlis
11w
If only I could put me in a words
A blowing air as in a dead cold night get into a nostril and
A second of solace drugged a lifetime, a wave, a smoke_
Like a ghost, hopelessly rising moon on the other end
Swirling dust on a lights of reflecting crescent mirror evoke_
If only I could put me in a words, a certain times might not
Passed, but uncertain could not stopped provoke_
Perhaps a whirlpool would sneezed out of a stomach; a sand
Stuck in an eye weathered beaten in a life which choke;
If only I could put me in a words, a window, a cables and
Dark would not a static replica of a butterfly stroke_
A curls, strands of hair on a stealing stream twisted and
Tighten a throat, broken a bones, torn away a cloak_
If only I could put me in a words, it would just not a sound
Of sigh and smirk; it would not be a wormed guitar strings stroke_
Wriggled toes of fallen leaves; a stories of whatif last
Forever in a haunted state of mind; a little years back
A self of not much hurted, damaged, painted, pampered
Of a pages_ unsettled by a thoughts of next, a fumes, a book;
If only I could put me in a words, me and you_
©xyl_ayvlis -
At night, I drawn a curtain apart and watched through windows,
Seen a remained colors of blues,
Indigo space, yellow patches of street lights
Some pairs of lights in the eyes of stray dogs;
A blanket I covered myself
Not stopped me from shiver
Deadly ceiling fan not interested in quit humming
Ticking clock in the side wall
Don’t have any harmony with my beating heart
Under this chaos, my breathe suffocated
Then the fantasies danced, it’s silhouettes grown big;
Temporary people purpled my skin
They poured a sin before they killed
I can’t bear their leave, untamed for it
I quit, silencing a mind, it’s recited a days pass
So, I indulged in twisting a blanket
And counting a threads, a day begun in the East
I cuddled a pillow, and closed my eyes tight
While all I wished was open my arms to sky
And lay in the grass to feel a Fall in nerves
But I turned off the alarm and stepped to mundane.
~xyl_ayvlis -
xyl_ayvlis
25w
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The days was sold to uncovered man
He was ashamed of himself in the light
And longed for the night to cover him;
He was wished a humming of trees
Oh! and grass though! press under his feet,
Weather to freeze his spine and break his bone;
He had a string to measure a time that floated before
And worn a coat of the dead woman he found
He washed a metal that stank with blood;
He walked on the road he was deceived with,
Maybe the path he deserved lost all the way
Wait! What might be the end?
Mountains and valleys piled up as he go,
He questioned the answers he got
Poor, pathetic him! Silly him!
He just not kind, that's his kind
He haunted objects with a metal he washed
With tears and fears;
He was a kid, he was adorable
He still a kid and he still adorable
In the eyes of the pure souls, Yes he!
©xyl_ayvlis
#poetry #darkpoetry
#forgetme.
-
xyl_ayvlis
31w
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Just wondering we lives in a surreal world!!! How could we even surviving this ideal, while we are rational?
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Closing an eyes
Living in blues
Sleep walking while
Butterfly wings causing a hurricane;
Catching a breathe
Slowing a pace
Stepping into reality while
Cat inside a box both alive and death at same time;
Chasing a clock
Occupying a space
Lying in roof while
Star dying light time away;
ⒸXyl_ayvlis.
-
xyl_ayvlis
31w
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i'm
a wavelength doesn't exist
mere
your side of perception
conception of your brain spectrum
A magenta
©Xyl_ayvlis.
-
xyl_ayvlis
31w
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I have been thinking why
this World is so eternally sad,
with all its plaid,
persuading to mundane.
What with these dragon flies,
swaying a thoughts
back to those highway butterflies.
Dusts all way tumbling in a stairs
while sweeping
really that was weeping.
In a skyline leaves of coconut tree
intentionally swinging.
Clothes hung up to dry
far try to catch a passing cloud.
A man walked passed me to meet a stranger
whistled an effect of butterfly.
May I a back story without a name.
This world is so eternally sad.
So do I.
~xyl_ayvlis.
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Chained
We crossed mountains of
perseverance every day till the
gulmohar tree at our backyard
flocked tonnes of daffodils,
Mother saw a little cuckoo at top
of the pyramid midden, covered
with what looked like a gossamer
of abandonment and melancholy.
She soon began chuckling in her
little and empathetic crows nest
unknown to the grief that'll try to
scratch her heart in future, maybe
I can't wipe her tears of hunger
and sleep but I can recognise the
agony that a describable womb
left her offspring to suture.
Her melodic voice oozes like the
hymn of a nightingale running in
loops within the tunnels of my cochlea,
our quarrels outburst like a
cacophony that's when beams and
bliss leaks out of closed windows
that were once fogged with sorrowful sepia.
At nights when I'm pulled by misery
like a butterfly stroke she pushes me
back and I thank to God for a young
sister, through her act of kindness
an ode to humanity I preach.
Father says, we smell of blood that
runs in our veins but I've seen myself
smelling of blood that doesn't belong
to me and I'm overwhelmed to
not know which is which.
©blinking_lenity -
blinking_lenity
11w
Read MoreFrozen Heart ♡
There are some storms, ruthless
and unconquerable. You were one
of them that carried me away,
through the eastern winds and blue
oceans. You tossed me high, high
on love, what should I call you?
An angel in red or a devil in my head
who caused ruination to all the
despair and melancholy that sneaked
out on brown bread.
You're the sunflower which cut itself
open, maybe you're my heart that
stands frozen, is it coldness or warmth
or numbness that I feel, or is it your
palms with maps of cities that enables
my iron wings.
You're the thunder knelling in god's reign,
you're the flame uprooting disdain
and like the moisture in the air
your breaths hold me in memories.
#stardustMy heart's been blooming like an air
balloon, swollen and stretched ready
to outburst, when words stood bare
screaming love is in the air.
But you, my beloved wildflower,
thrived all alone between the sand
and the stardust telling there's sun
in the sky but it's only the earth from
where you see its flare.
©blinking_lenity -
blinking_lenity
11w
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W(ee/a)ding Life
I walk in the field of wildflowers
to let my worth smell of intoxication
for roses don't make rush in me
dopamine, from the day I replaced
satchel with bottled heart.
Every time I inhale, a whiff runs in
my blood of insobriety, of diesel-ed
smoke, of flickering seasons, of
entranced breaths and inconspicuous
depart.
I bask upon the scented meadow,
paying no heed to familiar faces in the
crowd who surged in my life as
dreadful flood when my heart was a
paper boat. Only if I've known not to
draw in a single breath of wildflowers,
I'd not dare to touch them in
anticipation, I'd not dare to consume
temporary sucrose but lifelong poison.
I walk and walk till I reach afar from
this noxious field but life is a
tenacious companion out of all the
weeds I should've known, from the
time I've birth-marked my existence.
I seep into life little by little, I glide
my bones over its epilogue, the traces
of age and growth splashes over
my crumpled skin and I wonder why
I keep holding hope more than
I hold myself in such a deathly realm.
#lifecycle not exactly.
@mellow_wings since you asked me to write ♡Life keeps pushing me in dirty rains and surreal monsoons,
and death waits for me to get plugged to its stainless harpoon.
©blinking_lenity -
i_faha
11w
Read MoreSo scared of breaking it
That you won't let it bend
And I wrote two hundred letters
I will never send
— Misery, Maroon 5
#writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquill
Disclaimer: this is not a romance poemE-word
You get a rise
each time you put me down,
Not gonna lie,
I get a rise going down for you;
twisting my soul
around your little finger,
I bite with all my teeth,
to flee from you.
It's a wild goose chase
that we can't help;
where I escape heaven,
& wait for you in hell;
while you must abscond
only to pursue;
For when I say
I do, you don't;
cuddling on the same page,
we can't, we won't.
for all we do
is get a rise off each other.
It's unlike any,
this chemical alchemy;
a shot, a drug
an error, a bug
running through our
outdated system,
falling over n over
for the same resistance;
where I have the code
to your soul,
and you have the key
to my walls,
while unanswered
go all the calls,
that were never dialled.
so far, and still so close,
in love with your
cute little nose,
that I keep finding
in my business;
I guess, one click away
is just about 'enough' distance
to wedge between us,
before we undo
all that is done,
and dusted.
—faha -
pa_luck
11w
Read MoreWe learn, re learn and become the same learning on a reversal!
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#miraquill#podRequite
My old friends
know my old clothes,
the new ones see them as new.
While a gentleman
lives his 30 years combless
although not hairless.
He need not gift me a dress
and i shouldn't make him redress.
All we require is maintenance
which costs much more than
a jeans, a jacket and a hairbrush.
This time,
I keep the fresh wardrobe
packed in a breathing polyethylene
and send him a package
with a brush and a message
"Keep it safe in your pocket!"
©pa_luck -
redstrings
38w
Mr. Passerby
In chatter of charcoal coconut heads,
And all that cacophony of braided strands,
I had heard maybe an echo of craven word,
Starting to end with that last memory of you.
Miles of wandering gazes forsake my sight,
I sought running after a rumor of your presence,
No one bothers, the left, four hundred steps from that day,
Mere passerby invited to sigh over unrelenting yearning.
My madden heart clings to remnants of flowing shadows,
Playing hide & seek for so long, with lost eye sockets,
A shop in front keeps glaring at sun, with knock here & there,
Nothing bought, but I got sold in your eyes for mere passerby.
A mere passerby.
©redstrings -
redstrings
20w
These lofty mountains
and their lonely roads,
Coiled tightly like a snake,
around the forsaken core
of suffocated earth.
Going upwards until skies,
clouds whisper to lost sights.
Looking at world from all sides,
Maybe the time is dance of lights.
©redstrings -
redstrings
13w
Warm Breakfast
A whistle rung out,
my feet tickled,
eyes looked outside,
night was gone,
this was no time to sleep.
Rustle in crumpled sheets,
blankets were comfort,
to let go or not.
When a taste knocked,
on banal memories,
back then,
of an ordinary promise
of warmth.
My arms jumped up high,
feet went along for a run,
an ear heard mom,
and other chatter of steel,
but nose had found,
A whiff of Ghee,
Bay Leaf & Cinnamon,
and a desire to leap in.
In a Kadai on stove,
round flour puffed up
with ajwain scattered on
the glistened wheat,
A poori was scooped out,
and hidden away in dabba.
I looked away dejectedly,
towards the cooker screaming,
on top of its tongue.
How nice!
I wanted to complain too.
Savory aroma filled me up,
not enough! not enough!!
I wanted to slurp,
on the chickpeas boiled up,
swimming in spiced water,
thickened by tangy tadka.
Then there was subtle food,
covered up in a Dabba was Halwa,
-roasted semolina in sweet water,
with kala channa & its huff-puff.
But I was picked up by two arms,
and dragged out of heaven,
into the bucket full of water.
Wash up first!!
How nice to be a cooker!!!!
©redstrings -
The brightest butterfly is you.
How do you do this?
You put shades as if it's only you that's bright.
You steal stars to make your galaxies.
You touch thorns and they become flowers.
You rain like pearls.
I'm so curious about the imagination
How do you know the best fiction?
After few sentences I'll loose my diction.
See, I'm full of contradiction.
How do you do this?
You revolve around the sun.
Yet you've got a satellite.
You are the moon.
Yet you are the world.
How do you do this?
You love you,
even when you're blue.
How can I learn the shades of you?
-selflove
©shadowofthoughts_ -
bluegreensky
28w
Read MoreWhen all your life you wandered not knowing what you were after, if you climbed mountains only to go down and climb another, if you travelled miles not knowing your feet were bleeding, if all the tiredness sat in your bones and someone comes and offers you a little rest, love is what that rest feels like.
Its the warmth of the sun that springs life in your skin that has been cold for too long, its the kiss of a child on your cheek when he doesn't know what it means, its the hope of a seed for the greatness of a tree it will one day take pride in being, its the silence of mountains when you stare at them for a while too long to find their green exact same shade of the diary you once had in your youth.
Its the colours you wanted, never had, never knew you really wanted, but when finally one day someone sits beside you as quietly as someone can, and you don't feel the need to say anything, cause they fill you with something that's calm, soft but strong, make your heart smile, the kind you never knew existed...
know that you are falling in love.
#love
#wod©bluegreensky
