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  • prettyproses 16w

    That sapling
    I planted asked me
    If I will visit it one day
    Caress me again in same way

    Shower warmth
    From those waterdrops
    Escaping fine lines of palm
    A cold drop of rain on leaf gallops

    Nourish my roots
    So that they soak your love
    With satiaty you relish sweet fruits
    Seeking sunlight my tiny leafbuds grow

    Leaves spread its wings
    Across a wall appear some veins
    Colourful petals on which joy swings
    Slender twigs peek a boo through fence

    You will uncover
    The secret of happiness
    When you witness a flower
    Blooming to diffuse fragrance
    ©prettyproses

    Nature always admired me
    While my quill glide in breeze
    Weaving serene aroma of flowers
    Blooming in the midst of rainy showers....
    I can go on writing like these as seasons carve themselves on my pen. Inspiring me to write more & more and not to stop writing an entire lore. This music which rings in my ears is nothing but the sound of nature.
    Happy World Environment Day Mirakeeans

    Pic - Me ��
    And this "Rose" which bloomed in my balcony just make my heart jump in glee.

    #worldenvironmentday #poetryoftheday #nature #flower #bloom

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  • prettyproses 17w

    Clay

    Those blooming of flower petals
    As if asking to uncover our life
    Which got buried in book of tales
    Whose turning sound like that of fife

    As my fingers run over a page
    These words come out alive
    Signalling me towards a pathway
    To fly breaking the chains of this cage
    Telling me to throw worries & jive
    To see my heart enjoying his day

    Climbing on the lamp of wisdom
    It recites old stories with inference
    Which are buried under a huge thumb
    Of mighty ego and evil ignorance

    These syllables hop on cases of wardrobe
    Such a small size that my eyes hardly probe
    Hearing that cheerful music they play
    My soul start to dance and hands sway
    And suddenly it breaks into thoughts of clay
    ©prettyproses

    #poetryoftheday #feelgoodmonday #flowers #words #book #sound #fly #jive #heart #day #lamp #stories #syllables #eyes #cheerful #music #soul #thoughts #clay

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    Clay

    Those blooming of flower petals
    As if asking to uncover our life
    Which got buried in book of tales
    Whose turning sound like that of fife
    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 17w

    My mother asked me
    Why do I write?
    Why do you poets exemplify things?
    Things that seem normal to one's eye
    What is so special your poem brings?

    Those adjectives you use
    Exaggerate all the simplicity of moments
    Metaphors at every line you infuse
    Your quill don't spare even sunsets

    Ah! That stroke of apostrophe
    Filling all those spaces between letters
    You start hiding your negativity
    Colouring pages with shades of weathers

    At times if you feel short of verses
    Filling hands with roses and their fragrances
    You start binding words around promises
    And decorate stanza with serene sentences

    She acts weird
    I don't know what's got in her
    Sometimes she hates my writeups
    Other time she recalls my memoir

    Where I described her Beautifully
    Those Roses curled in her hair
    When even my words stare
    How I weave my proses into Poetry
    ©prettyproses

    #poetryoftheday #poets #poem #prose #mother #adjectives #moments #metaphors #sunsets #quill
    #Apostrophes #letters #weathers #verses #roses #fragrances #promises #sentences #memoir #beautiful #poetry #proses

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    Poetry

    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 18w

    Happy Menstrual Hygiene day to every women on Mirakee ❤️

    Every month of the year
    Those three days
    My mind desires to hear
    What my quill says

    A drop of blood appears
    Like a blot of ink on page
    Excruciating pain she bears
    Controlling her rage

    Considered a soul impure
    Instructed to act demure
    What is her fault
    Why is she mocked
    At the temple she is asked to halt
    And all her pathways seem to be blocked...

    Who can understand her plight
    Those endless bleeding in nights
    Spills her emotions as she write
    Under the twinkling starlights
    ©prettyproses

    #reddotchallenge #menstrualhygieneday #postforchange

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  • prettyproses 18w

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    Mind in storm yet it desires to write
    Feeling breezy in this summer vibe
    This air soaking the warmth of sunlight
    Birds flying in air weave some poetic lines

    Then at dusk sun dissolves
    in ocean immersing completely
    with passing seconds its shine convolve
    Calming the uproar of tides in serenity

    Gently caressing those waves
    Illuminating every stream with sunrays
    Across the beach and around caves
    Teasing the sand covered seashells

    To meet my poetry it has become keen
    Starting its journey azure sky it greets
    Traverses its way with gliding dolphin
    And touches the bottom of my feet
    ©prettyproses

    #dusk #sun #write #breezy #summer #air #sunlight #poetic #shine #tides #waves #ocean #illuminating #beach #caves #poetry #journey #dolphin #feet

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    Dusk

    To meet my poetry it has become keen
    Starting its journey azure sky it greets
    Traverses its way with gliding dolphin
    And touches the bottom of my feet
    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 18w

    Just feeling inspired from one of the great Bengali poet Jibanananda Das.
    Presenting Jibanananda Das's An October Morning
    And then a poem based on the same theme.
    This was such a fun based activity. You can try this too guys. Already feeling enlightened.

    একটি অক্টোবর সকালে
    এক অক্টোবরের সকালে,
    কিছু শিশির আমার মুখে পড়ে গেল।
    শিশিরগুলি এখানে রয়েছে
    সারিকা পাখির সৌজন্যে

    তিন ভিজে সরিকা পাখি
    প্রায় একটি এমব্লিকা গাছ স্পর্শ
    সূর্যের উত্তাপ উপভোগ করছি
    এটি কি নীল বোঝাই নীল ক্ষেত?
    নাকি আকাশের আকাশ?
    এটা কি রোদ? নাকি সূর্যের মতো কিছু?

    পাখি দূরে সরে যায়
    আমাদের বিশ্বের থেকে এটি নিজস্ব
    আমার জীবনে আমি অনেক সরিকা পাখি দেখেছি,
    তবে আমি কিছুই দেখিনি
    এই তিনটি মত।
    -Jibanananda Das

    English Translation
    An October Morning
    In one October morning,
    some dewdrops fell on my face and hair.
    The dewdrops are here through
    Sarika bird’s courtesy.

    Three drenched sarika birds
    almost touching an emblica tree
    enjoying the sun’s warmth.
    Is it an indigo-laden blue field?
    Or is it an azure sky?
    Is it the sun? Or something sun-like?

    The bird slithers away
    from our world into its own.
    In my life, I have seen many sarika birds,
    but never have I seen anything
    like those three.

    My take based on the same theme

    Hymn of Summer
    Resting my soul on sunny morning
    This strawy grass gently caressing my hair
    I am woken up by those dewdrops
    Escaping the comfort of wet leaves

    These singing kokila birds
    Hugging the bark of gulmohar tree
    Are they soaking in its warmth?
    But couldn't they sail in these bright sunrays?
    Is it the love they are seeking?
    Or something they call as nest?

    The birds fly away
    Weaved their own realm
    While my life witnessed various birds
    My words fail to convey the truth of song
    Hummed by those three winged birds
    ©prettyproses
    Siddhi Chavan

    #bengali #october #morning #jibananandadas #hymn #summer #pod #soul #dewdrops #comfort #kokila #gulmohar #love #birds #words #wings

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  • prettyproses 18w

    On the path of searching
    Your existence in my life
    I am on the road travelling
    Forgetting our bitter rife

    With only a hope quivering in air
    I soak in the warm sunlight
    Those hexagonal sunspots I wear
    And ask the sunrays so bright
    If you have crossed paths with brown hair

    However they shine bright towards sky
    Where you have written your initials
    On the wings of birds
    Their flapping and swinging rituals
    Drop down the tears seeped by words

    Yet if you are so sure that I can look through
    To make me understand your love is true
    You should have sung our favourite song
    I would have reached the place where we BELONG
    ©prettyproses

    #belong #life #road #rife #hope #warm #sunlight #sunspots #sunrays #path #shine #sky #birds #wings #initials #words #love #true #song

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    Belong

    However they shine bright towards sky
    Where you have written your initials
    On the wings of birds
    Their flapping and swinging rituals
    Drop down the tears seeped by words
    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 18w

    Those rooftops are my only solace in this loneliness. But whenever I try to close my eyes to sleep, it seems your harmonies have not left my soul. They promise to accompany me in my life's journey. Just like how you sang your heart to those shooting stars. Who commenced their last fall from you only to reach me. Now I am left wandering in this realm of Silence. Whose walls still ring when I touch those colours in their paint. Those chandelier of stars always sing those melodies when my fingers run through them. I forget my emptiness in my poetry. I forget the Solitude clutching my life in chains of thoughts. Now I am dancing in freedom of your Song
    And when words escape my lips these pillars seem to swing in your symphonies. So that my soul is filled only with your music.

    Deep in my thoughts
    Lying on pale bedsheets
    Staring at those rooftops
    Dark silence every night I meet

    I still remember
    How I grew fonder
    Of that music you played
    And the melody that stayed

    In tiny corner of my heart
    Everytime you strum that guitar
    But I could only see stars rejoicing
    In vast galaxy beaming up so far

    It was like two souls met
    Apart from each other only for a moment
    And then their painting departed
    Slowly and steadily growing faint
    ©prettyproses



    #thoughts #music #melody #heart #guitar #stars #galaxy #soul #moment #painting #name #colours #paint #walls #symphoniez #pillars

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    Now whenever my name calls
    Colours in those paints on walls
    I could hear your symphonies
    Echoing from pillars of halls
    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 19w

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    In my sky of poetries
    Whenever I missed words
    Decorated ÁPoŚŤŔoPĤĔŚ
    Around kohl coloured Ʀ៩¢០Ʀᖱន

    Dipping in paint of thoughts
    I drew stars hopping on clouds
    Adorning syllables on flowerpots
    In cold zephyr I hear chiming sounds

    Under the twinkling ��������������
    Whenever pearly moon shines
    Even my poetic rhythm aligns
    Metaphors sing in realm of mine

    If at all your heart desires
    Of wearing my memories
    Connect the d̤o̤t̤s̤ with wires
    Place them in your treasuries
    ©prettyproses

    Do you remember? Those stars which we counted.
    We always used to lost the count. We never even tried Thinking them to be infinite. It was a supposition. And whenever I asked a justification of our action. You would taunt me of having reasons for everything. Well I wonder what could be the reason of you admiring even simple thoughts in my poetry.
    Sometimes you won't get the intent. But you felt content by the metaphors I used for your tales.
    We would run across lawns. You behind me in the desire of catching me. But your hands would only be left with my words.
    Around those lines in your palms I would hide the rhythm and ask you to find. I always knew you will fail and therefore I hid some syllabic keys in your pockets. You would still run chasing me.
    Over a period of time you have started Imagining me everywhere. You never even realised I blew some delusional similes in your ear.
    Now after realising you are under the notion of illusions, you just sit under skyline.
    You open that blanket of yours that encompass every star of realm. Luring me too. You have succeeded as always. And here we are snuggling among alphabets to create a new horizon

    #skyline #potd #poetry #poetryoftheday #pod #apostrophes #records #words #paint #skyline #rhythm #metaphors #heart #wear #memories #dots #treasuries

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    Skyline

    In my sky of poetries
    Whenever I missed words
    Decorated ÁPoŚŤŔoPĤĔŚ
    Around kohl coloured Ʀ៩¢០Ʀᖱន

    Dipping in paint of thoughts
    I drew stars hopping on clouds
    Adorning syllables on flowerpots
    In cold zephyr I hear chiming sounds

    Under the twinkling
    Whenever pearly moon shines
    Even my poetic rhythm aligns
    Metaphors sing in realm of mine
    ©prettyproses

  • prettyproses 20w

    D I S T A N C E S

    Rashmika was left distraught after she heard what the doctor said." It is sad to say that your mom has slipped into depression."She was constantly lost in thoughts.
    Seeing her like this, her dad and best friend Deepika were very worried. They couldn't think of anything.
    Some days passed. Nothing changed but now Rashmika was burdened with her household responsibilities. Juggling office and home was becoming difficult. She started losing herself. Deepika tried to convince her to come on a double date. Deepika's bf Sahil has asked her to arrange someone so that they could enjoy some quality time.
    Today as usual when they were sipping coffee, Deepika asked her to come atleast once.
    After some convincing attempts, she finally said Yes. But just once. And that's all.
    On the other hand, even Shlok, Sahil's Best friend also colleague was uninterested in Double Date.
    But came just for Sahil's sake. They were in the frontyard of the hotel waiting for the girls to arrive.
    As soon as Rashmika stepped out, Shlok was awestruck for a moment. He couldn't take his eyes off. Clad in a red one piece, she smiled at him.
    He smiled back and was nudged by Sahil. He came back from his thoughts.
    At the end of the date, they exchanged their numbers. Maybe they met just for one date but they were inseparable since then.
    They started spending time together. Shlok visited Rashmi's home once. It was then they knew about her mother. They realised why Rashmi couldn't cone on their monsoon trip to Kerala. But Shlok instead of convincing her for the trip, stayed with her.
    He started frequenting her place just so that they could spend some more time. Also he started helping Rashmika in her work.
    Rashmika now completely smitten by Shloka couldn't help falling in love. But she was left in a dilemma. Confused if she is infatuated or in love.
    She talked to Shloka about this. Now they were two confused souls. And the only solution they felt was a simple test.
    They would not stay in contact with each other nor speak to each other. If anyone contacts the other person they will accept that they cannot stay without each other.
    A week passed. Rashmika was now back to square one. She thought she will be so absorbed in her responsibilities that she won't remember him. But not a day passed when she won't miss him.
    Unable to speak to anyone she decided to pen down her feelings.

    #distances #tales #stars #flowers #photoframe #wildflower #cheerful #mate

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    Distances

    Since you left
    Your conscience I bereft
    But my soul still smells
    Of your skin &

    You would point at
    And narrate their existences
    Sleeping on bonnet of our cars
    I would forget bad experiences
    ©prettyproses