Mirakee
Dear Love !!!
Dear Love,
You know I didn't have time
To write you that I'm fine
To ask about how you are
To tell you that you're still in my heart, though you live afar.
Dear Love,
The incomplete painting you left,
With brush strokes so deft
You had painted my dress blue
Thinking that's my favourite hue
But, I love red
You had asked me once and I had said
Maybe you forgot
Or you acted so good, when actually you were lost.
Dear Love,
Those shining chimes you hanged
Last night, quite miraculously they banged
Dropping on floor, turning into pieces
Akin to your 'forever' promises.
Dear Love,
Nights are dark, you say
All I see is your darkened day
Coz I am myself a dazzling light
And even your noons are dimmer than my night
There aren't any discos, no drinks no bars
Just fireflies and numerous twinkling stars.
Dear Love,
You know, how much I miss you
Just your lessons and to kiss you
I applaud your acting naunces
But, not your false prom dances
You make me sure on whom to trust
To separate the depth from a mere crust
You taught me to deny the path you can't walk
To beware of some silly sugar talks.
Dear Love,
I choose not to have time
To ask if you are fine
To reveal how am I
Coz all I wanna say is a final bye....
©0804aqueela
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Tamasha
Iss lamhe se iss lamhe tak,
Uss lamhe se iss lamhe tak,
Yunhi tu bhatakta raha,
Har lamhe se har lamhe tak.
Har khwahish ko dafna kar,
Kai ranjishen apna kar,
Zindagi ki arziyan bharta raha,
Takdeer se aain tak.
Yunhi tu bhatakta raha,
Har lamhe se har lamhe tak.
Har chahat ko na bayaan kiya,
Har zaroorat ko bas adaa kiya,
Har fursat mein bhi mashroof raha,
Ikk zarre se uss aalam tak.
Yunhi tu bhatakta raha,
Har lamhe se har lamhe tak.
©0804aqueela -
Lafzon mein yun uljhe,
Jazbaton ko kho baithe,
Dil mein tha kuch,
Aur kuch aur hi keh baithe,
Yaadon k kuch lamhe aaj bhi rulate hain,
Kya karein..woh din ab bhi yaad aate hain..
©0804aqueela -
0804aqueela
14w
एक दिन शुरू कोई सफर कर,
बेझिझक चल किसी डगर पर
गुमनाम रास्तों में भटक
उड़ बन कभी हवा, कभी बन बूंदे बरस
एक दिन शुरू कोई सफर कर
बेडर, बेखौफ, बेशक बिन हमसफर
मंजिलों पर से हटा नजर
रास्तों का देख तू मंज़र
एक दिन शुरू कोई सफर कर
-कोंपल -
Promises To Keep
On a lovely road,
That led nowhere;
He stood in the middle,
His gaze afixed and deadly stare.
"Oh wait O' girl, I have something to tell,
Before you shout, run or yell.
I'm no hound with any secrets deep..."
"Got to go....can't wait Monsieur,
Coz I have many promises to keep."
A whirlwind in my mind
and throbbing heart in chest;
I turned around and ran,
Leaving him unsaid;
"Listen", he shouted "You'd regret you left,
Your promises are unreal, your lie isn't so deft.
I mean no harm, I ain't a creep."
"You are a stranger, all that I know,
Also I have real promises to keep."
Before I began my run,
He paced forward and started,
"I'm lost on this track,
I and my family had parted."
I halted a bit to sense his mind,
He continued with a hidden pain,
His presence just few feet behind.
"I'm no hapless being, my child
Just spare a moment or you'll be defiled.
They left me here in the garbage heap,
Saying they have bigger promises to keep."
Seeing the old man's,
pitiable state
"Is that your home," I asked,
Pointing towards a bronze gate.
"Oh I can't see, just feel the
biting cold and winds gushing.
My home isn't where those viles live."
He said with his breath rushing.
"Pardon me I stopped you,
Maybe you have some real promises to keep"
"Weren't they your kids?"
I asked, my curio already high,
"Then why did they leave you,
without even saying a bye?"
"Oh, they were liars, O girl
But you be aware,
Do not promise someone,
If you do not care.
You'll break their hearts,
and puncture your soul;
Your lies would mount,
It'll blemish your role.
In your own self, you must always peep,
Never forget, you have promises to keep."
"I don't lie sir",
assuredly I said.
Smile flashed on his face,
Stern expressions now dead
"Then you may leave girl,
You are already clear.
What may you do and speak,
and what circumstances you'll bare."
"May I help you somehow?"
Empathizing I asked,
"You are fragile, old and sick."
My fear now masked.
"No, no need, I'll stay here,
Guiding the squandered,
Telling them to beware.
Leave my child, I must now sleep,
Remember, you have some real promises to keep." -
0804aqueela
20w
The moon his in clouds, the candles' glow faded, lamps shied away when grandma's smile radiated her love for him at their 70th anniversary.
©0804aqueela -
She was thrown away by one and picked up by another.
The NOTEBOOK agonized the schoolboy but slept peacefully in the arms of a ragpicker. -
We'll Meet..AGAIN
When I'll be yours, n you'll be mine,
I'll meet you then, when the time's fine.
Lavender lilacs would bloom,
Buds would twirl 'round the barks,
When a melody engulfs the gloom,
And your eyes will show a spark.
When I'll be......
I'll meet you......
The sky would turn a pinkish hue,
And glowing sun sets in vast sea
When dolphins play in waters blue,
And amongst all you'll search for me.
When I'll be.....
I'll meet you.....
Fallen leaves would adorn the paths,
N stormy winds would turn the chimes.
When you'll dream of us trudging the path,
With our hands clasped and fingers interwined.
When I'll be yours and you'll be mine,
I'll meet you then when the time's fine.
Thunders explode n droplets will fall,
The grasses beneath will be soft and pure,
When darkness sets and evening crawls,
N for all your pain, I'll be a cure.
When I'll be.....
I'll meet you......
Together we'll sit in the moonlit night,
I'll look at you, just give me a smile,
When fireflies glow, and the world turns bright,
We'll stay together and the stars would shine.
And I'll be yours, n you'll be mine,
Forever close, our life would be fine....
©0804aqueela -
AN UNASKED ANSWER TO AN UNANSWERED QUESTION...
Sometimes it happens...
...that I feel the crack in my voice, the rigorous thumping of my heart, my mind's race against time to recollect all possibilities, the glances I steal and finally how my eyes well up when out of nowhere a strangely familiar notification pops up on my phone screen.
Sometimes it happens...
...that I hear the melancholy hidden in the songs, the longing concealed in the poems, the love that flows out of priceless words, the unspoken sentences, I still hear numerous unnarrated silly instances, I still hear the pain behind ''I am fine''.
Sometimes it happens...
...that I see how constantly with each passing day, you strive to be normal, happy and spirited and how by night you find yourself helplessly immersing deeper in the swamp of your mind's turmoil. I do see the tears in your eyes, when you put up a smile, your swollen eyes cheat your words when you say you had a wonderful sleep, how you barely ask ''how are you'' when your face puts up a questionnaire, how your mask of indifference falls off when you see me.
Sometimes it happens...
...that I smell your fragrance in my thoughts, your presence is not required. I do smell your insecurities, anguish, anger and anxiety. I can smell the freshness of your old memories and I can also smell the craving of your heart to relive them.
You are like a tune to my lyrics, one that drives away all melancholy, you are like my favorite poetry, whose words are feelings, you are like a rainbow filled with colors of positivity, jubilation and spirit, you are everything in just nothing, a spark in complete darkness and a sweet cacophony in complete stillness. -
0804aqueela
26w
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Hey people !
'Footprints in the sand' was a random prompt that really touched my heart. This was the best attempt I could do. Sadly enough a closure paragraph could not be possibly constucted. So here it's up to you to end it the way you want following the same pattern. Kindly give it a try and text me in the comments section. Your closures would feature in the post that would follow.
Hoping to see you soon!!Footprints in the Sand
Those magnificent dream castles
The ones you build all day long
The feelings which do somersaults
Everytime you hear your favourite song
Those long walks you go on
With your 'special-one' hand in hand
And all else is a false truth
And just your footprints in the sand
All your plans and goals of
A dream job or a new house trend
Those lovely evenings you wish to live
With your love or your long lost friend
The pinnacle of success where
Your future- you already stand
And all else is a happy lie
And just your footprints in the sand
A box of treasured memories
Or moments that are special
A host of varied experiences
That come with all sorts of people
The million dollar smile you flash
On a trip that was unplanned
And all else that calms your soul
Are just your footprints in the sand
The stars that you wish upon
Hoping against all hope
Trailing treacherous paths of destiny
On soils of oil and roads of rope
For all those aims you strive hard
And numerous pressures you withstand
And all else that fades with time
Are just your footprints in the sand.
©0804aqueela
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plagued_words
21w
Listen
Can you not hear
the past echoes
coming from our
throats, we're choked
and we are suftocating
Still advocating for
ancient blasphemies
and trafficking
a tragedy
of souls by the soulless.
Made homeless,
then controlled us...
left alone in a sea
of apathy.
They sound like screams
like the roar of
collective dreams
unheard, on repeat
Always the frequencies
reverberate upon
frigid mountaintops
unmoved
like the screams are
merely a breeze
an afterthought;
an imperfect black spot
on the snow that
maddens though no
blot can stop
the avalanche your
hell hath wrought
for all your treasures
were paid and bought
with those screams
with those dreams
then hoarded
by dragons who
Own the word Free.
Those worshiped
fiendish beasts have
pulled sheep's wool
used cheap tools
to blind you.
But are you deatened too?
Learned no lessons through
songs and stories Consumed
like cannibals...
Careful to whom
you refer as animals
For if you cannot hear it
the animal is you.
©burning_souls731 -
plagued_words
22w
For Every
For every pill that wasn't swallowed
For every promise not done but said
For all the time spent deep in Hollow
For every word never read
For all the years of getting better
For every lie-laced sentence
For every time I awaited a love letter
For all your good' intentions
For every...
Forever
I thought I could fix it
But love wasn't enough
©burning_souls731 -
plagued_words
50w
Ghost
I'm a Ghost looking at the world with my cold obliviant eyes ,
feeling everything around me turn to dust as they are all sweet lies .
As everything familiar around fades away i am left all alone ,
which then forces me to accept the universal truth and move on .
As i drift on to embrace the destiny undecided lying ahead ,
i see hopeless mortals praying for their godly love and daily bread .
One day the world will be as obliviant and cold as my ghostly eyes ,
then there won't be any difference between bitter truth and sweet lies ....
©juniorauthor -
You're the fury of the coldest hell
Escaping from fire, only to run into the clutches of ice
Got a few pennies, and a soul to sell
Fifty shades of virtue finds refuge behind fifty shades of vice.
- Avitaj -
With trembling legs and shaking hands,
He embarks on a journey to unknown lands
A poly bag in hand,
And a smile too grand.
Each step taking him closer to his life,
Hurrying, scurrying just to meet his wife.
©she_lives_to_write -
barbie_gurl
88w
Read MoreDear Younger Me,
The day,
you fell off the swing for the first time,
and felt chagrined,
and couldn't help but stare at the stale ground
to avoid familiar eyes grin,
taught me to stand up in dusty pants
and walk down the street,
Unswayed,untouched to the rusty rants.
Your first fight
with your first friend,
those nights you spent figuring out
the trouble in your head,
questioning the immortal if it was you
who was erroneous,improper or fallacious,
helped me love and support
my immediate soul in days of unrest.
The first time you couldn't stand
on expectations put forward by others,
the first encounter with unfortune or
unstudied failure,
gifted me rationality and hope,
forced me to stand on expectations,
not of others,but of my own.
The first time you were deceived in love,
the first breakup or departure of a loved one,
that left you shattered for days,
held your head thinking and predicting,
if the zephyr of happiness would ever walk your way,
helped me realise that no one else
except me could be the harbinger of my own happiness,
or herald of my own misfortune.
I know you've cried,
and walked on wrong paths,
and made silly mistakes
but honey,
the aftermath of your story,
unfolds the fiction of my life,
where you've personified your fears,
Into my splendiferous strengths,
You've moulded your incomplete phrases,
Into poetry that my heart breathes,
but my favourite part is the oxymoron,
you penned out of us,
without which every sentence
would have been left unsaid.
-your future self.
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Feeling low today.
Maybe my future self will feel blessed tomorrow.
#fear #writersnetwork #podDear Younger Me,
Thank you for making me a beautiful poetry.
(Read the caption)
©Swadha -
arialisestrella
92w
Dont build your home in one another
Dont build your home in one another
For when they're angry the cupboards
How they'll shake
For when they're sad the floorboards
How theyll quake
Pettiness and resentment
Grows in the soil of your plants
And takes everything slowly
And surely
Build a home in yourself
So when you smile
The sunbeams will kiss your head through the window
As you slumber
To lands far away
And when you cry
The curtains will wrap around
You and your bed
Like a chrysalis
Ready to protect you
Until it's time to bloom
Build a home in yourself
So when you enter the home
Instead of a clutching at your throat
Making you dread every step
You'll dance through your living room
Blasting oldies
And drinking good coffee with friends
©arialisestrella -
cafenoir
97w
Read MoreThankyou acclaimed @writersnetwork and @mirakee for the kind repost.
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MAY 2008
I had a thing for mornings;
I liked them.
I was familiar with the zephyr
It twirled me,
And made me know
Of the vibrant hues;
Hues painted by me
On a canvas of sky
They told i was in hold of.
Life back then was lucid
And it was solemnly on itself
Metaphors weren’t supposed to
Cushion and fortify it
Personification envied it
‘Cause no beauty had to be bolded.
A handful of neon
Radiated euphoria
And gray,
Was subtly unconscious
Of the loathing.
Eyes weren’t hazed,
And colors were set free.
A lot of things have changed since i got to know that they do really change.
Change; for better? Or for worse?
UNCERTAIN.
MAY 2018
The breeze felt not-known
It no longer had me
And my hues turned monochromatic
My canvas
Became a black body
And no brushes were
Worth the paint
Still, i wanted a darker shade.
Life is amputated
And lives,no longer interwined.
People now carry
Metaphors at the tips of their hands
‘Cause things now need
to be beautified at every blink
Gray’s appetite got quenched
As people puked neons
Ecstasy feels wrecked
For all casts are disdained.
Eyes now have mistful of clouds
Back then,they soothed
And now, it is raining.
@writersnetworkand now it is raining.
©notlucid
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cynically
104w
Read MoreShe's a light in the dark
a pearl of her kind
her stance smells of elegance
she's a gem, hard to find.
While she searches for strength
she holds her head high
she doesn't give up
she never fails to try.
She has mountains ahead of her
years before she will taste freedom
but she steps on possibilities
proud of what she has become.
She evolves everyday
she learns every season
she becomes stronger every minute
for all the right reasons.
She is careful and clever
she knows there are moments she can't save
but she holds on to her will
and fights until her grave.
She's a woman with a goal
her dreams are what she has always known
but she won't think twice
before giving up her life for her own.
She is a goddess and a fighter
a free spirit with fire
she can kill and smile
for everything she desires.
©cynically
#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #womensday #happywomensday #peace.
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viplavwrites
109w
People Are Cities
People are cities.
I am a city too.
Talk to my crossroads
And you'll know that
There are dank subways
Underneath the wide,
Metallic roads that you see.
They will lead you
To what I think I am.
I am more of my outskirts
Than my settlements.
Talk to my pedestrians
And you'll know that
I am a city desperately trying
To hide the stench of its slums
Behind the fragrance
Of its lavish terrace gardens.
I am more of my homeless
than my settled, my homed.
Lately, the settled
Have been shrinking.
The city center
Looks like a ghetto.
I still have the driveways
To the abandoned houses
Cleaned though, just in case.
The roads leading to me
Are deserted one-ways.
The roads leaving
Have flyovers and expressways.
There is no speed limit.
You might get a ticket
For being too slow to leave, though.
I am more of my departures
Than my arrivals.
Do not let the signs fool you.
I don't want you to visit.
Every path leading to me
Is a toll road.
Visiting me will take a toll
on you,
And sometimes on your structured,
Syntactical, roadmapped sanity.
©viplavwrites
