The Sun forms eternal strings of embers on blue beds, birds' silhouettes are visible over red, luminous clouds and on the bank of river Yamuna, over cliff top, sits a soft, blissful physique. Her hands move slowly through her bangs and feet dance over water splashes and her satin blue dress seems flowing with the breeze.
Once Yamuna asked her- 'Who makes you wait till the entire course of sunrise and sunset is over?' Her lips turned crescent with a tinge of shyness and replies with her eyes closed-
The sky is laden with clouds, an another cloudburst and I once again wish for a rainbow but the weather seems heavier than the wish. I loved drizzles until they turned into storms and these ghoulish, incessant clouds from an anonymous origin stays longer than the Sun and seems perennial. Months passed in these four falls the outer world is condensed in the window panel with a few sunsets seen. The umbrella doesn't seems enough, so I bring myself back to the casement.
You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.
— Pablo Neruda
Spring symbolizes a time of renewal and new beginnings. It is also a time for both personal and spiritual growth. Mentioned below is a collection of words related to Spring. For today's challenge pick one or more words from the collection and write about Spring season. You can write a quote, a poem or a short story.
Are fallacies believable? Betwixt affable verdant forest Enameling wabi-sabi with a vocation To distort clandestine abendrot Of a solitary soul standing With fulcrum of mollifying vanity
Like opening a Pandora's Box Stardust breaks perniciously While vespertinal beings strutter With paucity of hope Zephyr kissing the dense trees Announcing vortex's arrival
Debonair attribute is rare A dendrophile must possess Who is cloistered sedentarily In a verisimilitude abyss In search of utopia When all that prevails is dystopia
Perfidious are those recluse For their beliefs are esoteric Impertinent to those ludicrous And arduous to those cantankerous Making convalescence a rigmarole When sanity is snatched scathingly
Some roads lead you home And some pester peripheral panic Valiant are those who counterfeit the way Encroaching Fear itself Demarcating Mayhem discreetly Hence, eradicating nugatory conjecture
Leading the way is The Sun Frolicking the rays to call a meeting As resilient holler is heard Foreseeing a prominent confabulation And at such rendezvous one deciphers The eccentric omniscience of Komorebi
| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE | (Part 03: Seeking the hidden)
Hello!! *appears in Miraquill after many days just like Taylor Swift gets up from her grave in "Look What You Made Me Do"*
Soo, when you all literally felt I had forgotten about the challenge, I'm here, coming out like a demon XD
This post is being posted half-heartedly, since the tour for Karnataka which was planned for the prompt has been cancelled due to the host's health issues.
*receives all the bouquets, just in case someone gives* *listens to "Soon You'll Get Better" and gets calm* ________
As you all have known, the participants have been reviewed and scored by our FOUR lovely judges, who definitely deserve all of the love and appreciation.
But whom will you exactly appreciate? XD
~ So, all you have to do is guess the four judges' USERNAMES and mention them in the comments box. Please do not tag them, since I'll be sued if they do not turn out to be in the jury panel.
~ Clue 1: One of them is a gentleman and one of them is a lady for sure. ~ Clue 2: All of their usernames might or might not have a "p" in common, but have English alphabet letters for sure. ~ Clue 3: They are the judges of the challenge. ~ Clue 4: They are all Miraquilleans. ~ Clue 5: One of the judges is unexpected and surprising.
*Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Cz I know that it's delicate* (swifties meanwhile get angry on me for dropping the most important clues)
~ Everyone is free to comment.
~ Whoever manages to guess the names of three or more (lol) judges correct, will be given my favourite book virtually.
Hurrayyyyy!! Let me laugh and enjoy now ________
P.S: Too many TS references since I'm listening only to her since a month. Queen <3
Lilacs emanated wafts of dawn barricades and battles blitzed the barques by torpedoes, blued the seas and skies bemoaned on the departure of peace and the paucity of boneyards lulled this game of destruction and pain, why death was stuck with penury?
Cacoethes for hurting sentiments engulfed in crepuscular arcades teleporting the souls in abyss to commemorate with them later choosing money and diamonds in illusions considering oneself God, to say that was sarcasm cause death seems inescapable
And then chalks smelt into poets carving nature into highways and anecdotes of despondency as to rebel the rainbows and phantasm to decayed ashes of one's reality till life they speak with silence of souls through their quills, run into deathbeds and eulogies only verity
to be swoon by mounds of bones and bodies the highways of death rung the taciturn passengers unto its snapping in concealment 'to be not to be' hypnotized them with its hymns and garrotted the breathing blossom named life inside them a full stop to rains and heartbeats
On some days when I'm not an artist, I'm just another C o u n t r y s i d e L o v e r, admiring the 4: pm skies and the forget-me-not blues the white canvas drapes itself into. I'm writing eulogies to lost summer love stories who taste like modern day fairytales. I'm a beautiful spectrum of ivory reveries, a prefix to another sultry morning of writing pale hopenotes. I'm my own muse.
On days when I've left my art to rot in the rosewood alleys of memory lane, my heart weighs a P r e t t y M e t a p h o r . I'm pliant to my hometown's fondest touch, the fringes of my paper towns. They know my stories, of smiles, songs and sunsets. When I want to say how I've swallowed shards of fate, they'll tell you the saga of aching to growing up into a poetry
On some days I'm not an artist, I'm just another V a g a b o n d B o h e m i a n in the vanilla street of Kashmir or writing promises on seashells. I'm putting wildflowers into my braids and painting my nails in acrylics. On those days I'm the calm breeze humming to wind chimes and forevers and not the city that never sleeps.
On days my art has left me for another hope I'm just B l u e A e s t h e t i c s as I scribble urdu poetries on my mauve walls and paint my nails in a buoyant orange, falling in love with vinyl tapes and polaroids. I'm loving bougainvilleas and heartbreaks over everything. I'm falling back to soul-warming smiles.
But somedays when I'm not an artist myself, I choose to be the A r t crammed inside my childhood photo albums and festive chorus. The art forgotten amidst the pandemic. The art of caring for old strangers and emptying metro seats. Sewing sunflowers on denims, family gatherings and humming Gulzar to my grandmother who says I've grown up too soon.
To be honest, we loved the name MIRAKEE❤️. It was inspired from a Greek word, Meraki used to describe doing something with soul, creativity, or passion.
But the realisation that the word Meraki has a broader interpretation and can be used to describe cooking or preparing a meal, arranging a room, choosing decorations, setting an elegant table or even purchasing the perfect gift for your best friend, made us rethink.
Therefore, the name MIRAQUILL was coined to better reflect our focus on the appeal of written matter as this app was designed with the writers and readers in mind to bring more attention and visibility to words. A quill is a writing tool made from a bird's feather used in the past as a primary method of written communication. So adding quill as a suffix makes it more compatible with our objectives and aspirations.
Although we will always be MIRAKEE in our hearts, we are very excited about our new name Miraquill because it is more in line with our vision- a global interactive platform for a truly creative community of writers and readers.
Tell us in the comments how you feel about Miraquill!
Along with this name change we have offered you an exciting library of unlimited photographs brought to you by Unsplash. You can update your app and search for photos.
However, with this new addition, we have removed the upload image option from the app. This step has been taken to ensure that creators are credited for their artwork. We also want to make sure that photos with nudity, violent imagery, screenshots are not allowed on the platform. We expect writers to respect the original work of photographers and the guidelines of the community. If you would like to upload your image to the library of photos permitted on the app, we can guide you with the process. Please write to us at email@example.com.