Mirakee
/ i wish we never parted ways /
_firefly
no matter how much i wish to write. i can't. i can't
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_firefly
5d
Read MoreMy dear lover,
It's almost time. I have to leave with all the memories you embedded in my every fall. Leave you yearning, waiting for me again. Leave with with a warm heart so you can try to forget what being gelid feels like.
It's almost time. I have to say goodbye to come visit you again next year and stay with you for some time again. I know you'll visit the mosque near your house, everyday, worshipping for me to return soon, but I will come, when it's time again.
It's almost time. I wish I could freeze the time like I do everything else. I wish the summer could cease to exist and let me fall over and over again to wipe the bloodstains the war left on you. I wish the war had ended, so that you would've been unblemished outside, just like you're on the inside. I wish you were not the breathing graveyard of these corpses screaming for help.
My dear, wait for me, no matter how many people leave you, I won't. But I need to go now, to let the chinar leaves bloom again in your valleys. I've told them to grace your beautiful soul till I return. It's almost time. I'm going.
Yours lover,
The last snowfall of winter.
©_firefly
#lfsfc
@writersbay i love you.
The above letter is addressed to the beautiful Kashmir Valley.
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_firefly
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Dear hidden me,
I think we've met in my conscious sleep twice or thrice. You're an ancient soul, never praised for being so. Unlike me you're an introvert, lost, inside the blues and greys, in this motley world.
No matter how harsh the surroundings get, you're always calm. You're the peaceful side in my restless soul. I know I never acknowledge your presence or thank you, but I need to say, you're really really important for my existence. You're my spine, my drive, everything that keeps me intact in this broken world.
On our first meeting, you didn't talk much about who you were. I never asked you, but I realized you wanted to converse through silence, as if it was the best language we could speak. Your crimson hands, your face sparkling like a firefly, your dark hair and your hazel eyes, you looked like me, you looked like poetry.
On our second meeting, I knew who you were. Out of nowhere I blamed you for everything, for my shaking hands, for my disappearing words, for my anxious self. Deep down I was jealous of you. Because once I was you and you were me. And you simply said, ' Calm down. Introspect. Hear it, silence is the answer to all your anxiety. '
You've taught me patience. You're the one who makes me strong. I can let everyone go but you. All my metaphors are festooned with the sanguinity you give me. You're the poet, I am just a medium you break through the silence. Return home soon, my sky is forlorn without you.
With sincere gratitude,
Yours mate firefly
@writersbay thank you for this wonderful prompt.
#ltselfc
Lines on the background are from the song "beginning middle end"
And I humbly take the background credits./Sometimes, it’s hard to see what the future holds
And most times, it feels like a steep climb, and that’s alright/ -
_firefly
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I hope it helps.
PS. The vegan people like me might think of something else than eggs��.
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_firefly
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As the dusk arrives, pain skimmed through my skin, smearing each drop of life inside my soul onyx. I plummet to the ground slowly, scrounging for pieces of the heart you broke a long time ago as it is the only living thing left in my body.
I hear your voice in the large void of silence around me. I see your face lying in the dark quilt of my life. You're the only one I want to talk to, even after you killed me in every possible way because love is inescapable and I haven't been taught how to fall out of it.
The moon rules the sky, so does my hope that one day you'll again come back, it'll be again all right. And with the shooting star I wish the best for you, as you called me a selfless lover.
And then I walk into the subconscious to relive all the things. There I saw your face, all my pain was absorbed by the smoke all around. There was nothing more poetic than your presence.
I saw you and my face lit up like the moon and I didn't need any sky to shine in. In that moment I was safe and I knew it.
/i smiled for real after a long time/
_firefly.
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_firefly
2w
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A Fallen Poet.
Heere moti mai na chahu,
mai to chahu sangam tera,
mai to teri,
saiyyaaan,
tu hai mera/
How do I keep all this pain you give inside me? How do I not shout when you pierce my heart wide open and leave it bleeding crimson void and plaintive metaphors? How am I so patient when it comes to you, to love, as if you're a god and I'm your only worshipper. I ask all these questions to myself everyday in a hope that I might find an answer someday, just the way I hope you'll come back once again. But it's all false, it's all silent, it's all hurting.
Tu jo chhule pyaar se,
araam se mar jaau mai,
aaja chanda baahon mein,
tujh mein hi gum ho jau mai,
tere naam mein kho jaau mai/
"Never ignore a person who cares for you and loves you because one day you'll realise you've lost moon while counting the stars", you once said me. And you declared me as the moon to your sky, as the light to your dark and as the ally you'll never want to loose for anything. But one day a hurricane swept off everything we had, us.
Mere din khushi se jhoome,
gaaye raatein,
Pal pal mujhe dubaaye jaate jaate,
Tujhe jeet jeet haaroon,
yeh praan praan varoon,
Hay aise main nihaaroon,
Teri aarti utaaroon,
Tere naam se jude hai saare naate/
And as the dusk arrives, it brings along all the words you said to me, slowly poisoning every drop of my dark blood. Our happy memories skim through my dreams and turn them into nightmares. I feel like the only victim of the charade of love, who's nothing but broken, nothing but dust and ashes. And I still worship you as if you're the only god I've seen and I ingeminate your name on the beads as if it is the only word I know.
Ye naram naram nasha hai badhta jaaye,
Koi pyaar se ghunghatiya deta uthaye,
ab bawra hua man,
Jag ho gya hai roshan,
Ye nayi nayi suhaagan,
hogyi hai teri jogan,
koi prem ki pujaran mandir sajaye/
As the night grows dark, your absence hurts more. You took me away from all those who loved me and then left me in the middle of nowhere, even after saying you wouldn't. You told me ours will be a happy ending, but who likes happy endings anyways. I stand there unrescued, as a fallen poet, weaving poetries for you to read. I can't even go back from where we started because all the tears you gave me wiped everything off, and I've no traces left of my steps, of myself.
_firefly
Thank you for ❤ @writersnetwork
/ lines are from a song saiyyan by kailash kher.A Fallen Poet.
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_firefly
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jiniaa @sans_brones @toobakhan @lovesmessenger and also aditi's sister��
HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR AHEAD!
I WISH YOU ETERNAL JOY!.
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_firefly
3w
She's from the world where sanctified souls run free under the vast azure of serenity.
She's from the world where nothing negates one's mind, a place called hiraeth.
She's from the world where fireflies sing beguiling aubade when the sun kisses the sea.
She's from the world of ataraxia where the language spoken is the metaphors of silence.
She's an empyrean goddess of peace and tranquility, whose aura is brighter than the sun.
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To the one who used to love me,
/ pass aaye duriyan fir bhi kam na hui
ikk adhuri si hamari kahani rahi /
The day when you said that you loved me for the first time, trust me I would've died of happiness that day. All that time you were near me, I wish I could write it all in my beguiling metaphors to immortalize us and our love.
/ asmaan ko zamin ye zururi nahi ja mile
ishq sacha vahi jisko milti nahi manzilein /
But it all passed so fast, the time, you, us and now all I'm left with are the happiest memories of my existence which pain me the most. Every day I try not to look at them but at the end I end up standing in that cold graveyard which pains me more than death.
/ rang they, noor tha, jab kareeb tu tha
ikk jannat sa tha ye jahan /
I wrote so many poems to you which you will never probably read because you're too afraid to be loved. You said I was the moon to your sky, and you were nothing but a little firefly trying to reach me. But I am in the waning phase now, loosing all my light and I can't find you my firefly.
/ waqt ki reth pe, kuch mere naam sa
likh ke chhor gya, tu kaha? /
Alone, I'm ricocheting the corridors of my life, trying to find you and failing at every corner. I call out your name and I hear it echoing. The air is filled with your fragrance, your presence, but you aren't there.
/ intezaar tera sadiyon se kr raha
Pyaasi baithi hai kabse yaha /
From wishing for your happiness in my every prayer to worrying about you every moment, I try to keep you alive in me. Everyone in this world teaches how to fall in love but no one tells you how to stop. I don't want to unlove you but the more I love you, the more it consumes me and leaves me with nothing but a quill and pain, to romanticize.
/ jhuk gya aasman milgye do jahan
har taraf hai milan ka sama
doliyan hai saji, khushbuyein har kahin
padhne aaya khuda khud yahan /
Like the earth swallows the sun at the horizon, I swallow all my pain at the end of the day, pottering in the horizon of saudade. And I start writing letters and sonnets to remember you with my every breath, every word. The pages of my diary are filled with our tales of tragic love and all I do is carve your name again and again. I promised you to happily receive anything you gave me.
So do you think I'm wearing this affliction of separation well?
Yours lover
_firefly
#lettersbyfirefly
Thank you for reading the whole series. I'll end it here..
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_firefly
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To the one whom I still remember sometimes,
You remember that song you used to sing me when I was too broke to close my eyes and stop my brain from lurking in the streets of pain? Today I heard that song on the radio at tea stall where we used to sip tea together in the middle of the night.
Suddenly there was a wave of memories you left. When that song began, I just started to relive all those moments with you. The way I made you dance in the rain, that night. The way you cared for me when I caught fever after that dance.
I just never wanted that song to end, just the way I wanted for us to never part ways. You are my favourite melody and I sing your different verses in different rhythms.
And it again rains tonight, reminding me all the parallels I drew between you two. The way you wiped away all the pain out. The way you spread joy. The way you heal everything. It's pitter-patter like your voice.
Eventually rain will go just like you did. But I promise I'll never let you both fade away.
Yours charm
_firefly
#lettersbyfirefly
I don't feel it's good enough./ you're still alive in my broken, dead heart /
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_firefly
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To the one with whom I grew in love,
I still remember the day I first saw you. Your smile as wide as the crescent moon. Your hazel eyes twinkling like stars. Your dark talks making me question my very existence. You were like the night sky I never got to gaze at due to the citylights.
Slowly we became friends, it was so joyous to be around you. The way you let me be bold as I was. The way you never questioned my ways. The way you made me feel good about myself. The way you gave this wildflower a place in your home garden.
I've had friends before you but you were something special. You were the angel carved out of love and compassion, standing in flesh and bones by my side. And slowly we grew together, into love.
In this big plagiarized world, you're the masterpiece god created with utmost serenity and sincerity.
Yours charm
_firefly
#lettersbyfirefly/ you make me an angel in the hell, you are my patience /
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atticoftheheart
10h
Read MoreCrying does not mean you are weak;
it means you have remained so strong
for far too long.
It means you have sacrificed your life
to ensure others live their's,
and it means you have put yourself forward
to protect their Earth rather than conserve your world.
It means you have kept your promised silence
that hush a friend dared to ask,
and it means you welcomed the weight
when your shoulders were soaked with drenching salt.
It means you have been sympathetic,
firmly standing your ground to defend friends,
and it means you forced yourself into exile
when your effect seemed more demonic than caring.
It means you threw your entertainment aside
to keep a little brother company as he chases fireflies,
and it means you disregarded candle wishes
as an older sister licked frosting numbering a younger year.
It means you chose to be the person everyone wanted to have
but no one wanted to be.
Where every touch of yours carries love
Every hand carries help
And a tiny crumb satisfy all
Where hands are joined together with yours
To help each other get the victory
And they never stop trying
Until everyone is smiling
You're a soul of precious aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all you've lost
You're a wilted flower
Carry spores of many lives.
Found in-between the cracks of concrete
And steel,
The boundless love of a wilted flower
Carries within its womb;
The hope for a new life
But even through the concrete,
A flower learns to rage,
To expand,
Like a silent rebellion beneath the rough and Against all odds
You're just like a heavenly rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Eyes full of tears and regrets,
Looking at the moon with many questions
Not afraid of danger but threats
Heart full of broken dreams,
Soul with many fresh wounds and scars,
Sealed lips with full of pain and screams,
There's a hope laced in you
For all of us with healing desire
Even sunlight shatters on your shoulders in vibgyor
And bless souls with hope.
©atticoftheheart
Thank you so much ❤ @writersnetwork ��In the midst of your sorrow and tears,
Make room for a smile and laughter,
Intertwine your agony with a kind deed,
And color it with a rainbow of humanity.
In the midst of your sorrow and tears,
Derive strength from God with a little prayer.
Plant a garden of hope in your heart, dreaming
Of a new dawn, a beautiful day, and enduring sunshine.
©atticoftheheart -
gauravksingh
3d
Read More//One who lost in labyrinth the darkness
Can overcome by your own light. //
@mirakee @writersnetwork @readers_novellaWith the ink
Rolling out of my copious veins.
I wrote a letter,
To the boy quivering
In my room's deep darkened corner.
Frozen by the blizzard
Of defeats in past.
Wearing the masquerade
Of false emotions to hide the pain.
Perplexed in engima of the self.
Now you are tired
From explaining everyone
I just want to let you know
Its time to melt down the ice
With your own shine.
Wounds that are still fresh
Will heal by your own platelets
Its time to remove the mask
And reveal your real smile
That no one else can fix me
Its only you.
©gauravksingh -
Dear Monsoon,
It has been a wonderful visit for me this time round as I roamed the lands. Got to see the juicy mangoes dangle from branches and colourful popsicles melting onto hot pavements. Hot wind twirling the sand into little twisters and sending them speeding down the barren ground. People wearing light cotton clothes walking through the lanes thanking the shades of trees more than ever before. I made cool water seem sweet and air conditioner seem like heaven. Enjoyed the pleasant smile on the face of someone whom I lulled to sleep under the lazy afternoon sun. Gracefully accepted the gratitude showered on me by children who returned home after their last day of school only to be cursed by them a while later when they wished to play outside. I enjoyed every bit of it.
But increasingly, I guess the heat has become too much for anyone to handle. Everytime I see someone on the street they ask about you. I have had my fill of fun for the year and I believe it's your time now. Bless the earth with your cool wind and showers. Let the raindrops fall to the ground each dancing like a dazzling apsara decked in diamonds. Let the earth enjoy the scent of petrichor in the day and the melody of crickets at night. Maybe the children wouldn't enjoy going back to school but at least they'd get to see a display of colourful umbrellas on the way held by the friends they'd reunite with. Maybe people would thank the shade of the tree less but would look up to see the shade of green, the stunning shade of green canopy. Maybe instead of the afternoon sun, the pitter-patter of the rain would sing to them.
I happily invite you to take over the forces of nature as I retire for now. Best wishes.
Yours,
Summer
©anvaya -
anvaya
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anvaya
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#paintingc
Paint (ink)
"Start with a rough sketch", they said
When I jotted phrases down
"Now make the outline bolder"
I started swapping words around
"Now, try and get those shades right,
How about some strong prussian?"
I pondered for a while, then
Replaced "zeal" with "passion"
"Give the eyes some depth, there
Shade around them a bit, that's nice"
In a corner I wove metaphors
"Blazing with fire were her eyes."
Some paintings portrayed
The light on a beautiful face
Some painting portrayed
The fire concealed under its grace.
Both were a piece of art,
One of the face, one of the heart.
©anvaya.
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anvaya
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#contemporary #wod #epigram
P.S. I'm super thankful to all those who showed their appreciation for my previous posts and will reply to you soon..
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White Crayon
"How does it feel like? You ask me?
I come packaged at the end of the box,
It's like they already knew I'm worthless
But added me in, just because.
The kid's eyes shone bright with delight
She admired every colour there but me,
The glittery ones? She loved them most
They clearly were the VIPs
Roses were red, violets were blue,
When it came to daisy, she gave it no hue!
Alas, when green snapped into two,
She cried out loud, then bid adieu.
Yet when one fine day, I rolled down the edge
Fell to the ground, burst into shreds,
She didn't care to pick me up, worse still
Walked over, crushed me, what a kill!
Then it struck me hard, perhaps
It's true then, I'm worthless
Better I accept myself a misfit
Than hope for miracle's caress."
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A few steps away were some teens.
Designing on black canvas
They had run out of white crayons,
Were searching the floor for miracles."
©anvaya -
poeticgirl
2d
Read MoreHere's a confession:
The exploitation is good,
Because exploits run the world,
Socialism falls when capitalism flutters,
Who needs food when we're running after fuels?
But then there's light,
Maybe a tiny streak?
Where the country gripes her tarnished identity,
Because love is love.
But even love is legalised.
377 the news roared!
And yet we spot guys fearing holding hands
In metros, buses
But we enjoy leaning back,
In a movie hall,
Making out
Because being straight is an honour
And other preferences are a hush-hush dishonour.
Names are aligned to salvation,
Not really, I say,
It's competition of being generous,
That the industrialists do,
I dare not take names,
Because well I'm no Rihanna,
Who's proud enough to speak out.
But these days in pandemics
When GDP fell , profit rose;
And Jayraj and Benicks,
Whose blood didn't matter,
21st century, I recall
The birth year of Facebook,
Of people and bondings.
And throwing of hijabs
But 21st century I recall,
A dark humorous tragedy.
And here are these environmentalists
I dare not say president
Who talk about nature,
And spit on little girls who do the same
And the war between beards and turbans,
Oh pulwama!
Ah saucy dish in Indian history .
And then there are trolls on internet
And pedant on the other hands,
21st century, shouldn't you be an Oscar awardee?
But then,
There are people like you,
Who live on cheap poems
And even cheaper pizza,
Grooving on item numbers,
And shaming the above three in public,
We are hypocrites I say,
We like to skip headlines
And just blame the authorities
And we are cowards seeking therapy secretly
When everything is falling apart
But then we are the tortoise
Slow yet steady,
And if we make out of this rabbit hole,
The world could be Alice in Wonderland.
©poeticgirl
@sereiin katti -_-
#contemporary #wod21st century (!/......)
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_still_in_mess
3d
Read More‘She'/‘I'
You and I were trapped with same layers of excuses,
were the soul was
beaten,
ached and
broken again and again.
I lived 18 years apart tho,
but you never tried finding me ,
I was cursed and you?
You smiled breathing underwater.
You deserved clarity,
And I didn't find any stain,
In between I was haunted,
And you?
You were just another heartbreaking tragedy.
Inner ‘you' and ‘I' cried,
You had a tears outside
And I just loved explaining inside.
I never called you on my way,
But you merged in my ears with guilt
every hour,
Today , when we both know ,
We are same genre of body,
Hiding behind the temperaments
Of extraversion and introversion,
We , you and I are no more here
But caged under the lantern of loneliness,
Where the light exist but time faded,
Where Moments exist but people faded
Where air exists but breathe faded,
With the realisation that,
‘She' existed and ‘ I ' faded.
©_still_in_mess.
