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_nida_
9w
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{A splinter of joy}
{ And glee of love. }
{ inked_selenophile . }
[ Happiest birthday to you ]
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She may chant some aura dark
To let moon glow and stars spark
A selenophile with dark eyes and bright face
The sky could be heart, where her poems glaze
Sunlight carried her smile her eyes had downpour in raindrops,In morning sky,when could, dusk seems love for all alike ,she waits to weave warm coat of word for moon all night,the Cresent moon brings a smile,like it resides in her jawline,the prose of words could fit in,but next days it shrinks more , perhaps diet, waiting to knit some more parts of coat,added a bow with a French rose,but moon had dinned !after eclipse it turned more appealing in night ,the coat stitched had some marks to loosen cuts and trim the bows,it's all the time she await for trial the moon disappears in amayasya,she pick coat to hug all night,like blanket of stars&shine!
And then moon comes to her singing a ballad with clumsy metaphor:-
I had scars,said the moon,
She will embrace then softly on collar;boon
Melencholy nights haunts me alone
She wills sing you lullaby on way to home
Perhaps,on way where darkness conquer
Now stars,chorus ,luna's journal:-
Recite it's with some beauty,coz all night seems asleep,
"what could be -would be"
I wish to say,nor i whistle
With wolves,nor i speak when comits fall,
Stars are beloved,but far away my love
Some counts on them,when the life ends befall heaven above,thy,tears are frozen enough
Warm me in some rituals ,sing me folk, glories of past!
Like the earth seeks sunshine but loves the moon ,all I am with dark night,a hopping stars,!
~yours scarfull loved moon
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Confused ye moonie Ka bdday h ya moon ka:p
Ps:- a promised post to Monnie,"the lonliness of moon" long Back,and the coat thing is inspired from Hindi poem,where moon asks for a sweater,but it's changed its shape,kinda fun stuff;__;and don't laugh on cake structure,it's delicious;") it rhymes too
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@inked_selenophile happiest birthday moonie(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤we love memes @mooniememer -
Ki us seher me chamtki dariya tu
ye Dil kagaz ki us khasti ki trah
Kinare pr Mai Tehrun,ya tujh me ghul jaun
Ki bichri raaton me,Tu muthi me tasbee ki trah
Jagun khudme ,tujhko pdh jaun
Ki mai saanson me basti Sardi ki hawa
Tu wo inayat,Jo dhup si Bikhar jaye
Ki ustaad-e-harf me Tu us kalme ki trah
Pal me Aas ke,tujhko daohraun
Ki duniya me Tu us neeki ki trah
Mr k bhi,tujhy khdume paun
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_nida_
9w
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Mirakee is love,so everyone here is,(anthology too,they were always with me even at start ,haha xd
edit;- mere exam nhi h yaar(sulks)and literally the comments i got is just love,all my posts are flooded with love ..me iz happy
(There are many i couldn't come up with a goodbye sorry,but trust me you matter a lot,will be back:p)
Ps:-also it's meant to spam,and take cake and move,halla nhi krna:")
So,I was to write this from so long,like whenever it's some special occasion+_+,but sorry for being lazy,and maybe today also,I am not going to express it long,hope so(crossed fingers)
So ,a Very happy new year in advance,i can't promise but I'll try my best to come after some months for a day or so,till then i wanted to say it's been 3-4 months,and it's an impeccable journey of every emotion,it's sad time or happy ones,i enjoyed more than like a family,and I am talkative to family mostly,i never believd in friends,but virtually i have met souls, souls doing wonder, before writing i love reading,i couldn't find the bestest coz everyone had hell creative idea to see world,man!! I enjoyed soo much
Or kya bolna tha,trust me I had many things but,bhul gyi ;__;
Ps:-will be leaving soo I'll try leave a personal comment to all my fam!but I am sure I'll miss some for sure,but that's just stupid me ,I love you the same,!!
Wish a all the best luck for horror exams and congratulations of every post and an repost and writersbay is love:")
COMMENTS ME RONA MNA H//
join kra tha,tbhi hi pta tha Jana will be tough:(Happy new year,will miss ya all❤️
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_nida_
9w
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Christmas that clustered around you!
Narrate this 27th December,two days forward to Christmas,when two hearts broke,those shimmery lights twinkled on rooftops,some prepared a mulberry pies to fork it with some hatred paintings in essense of love and mugs of coffee near fireplace,is what i remember once before those giggles packed under socks for santa ,in hope that endeavours you in slightest term of hope' togetherness in some fest,but for those who have desire left within!
see how cold wind utters those fragile dew drops, chill blown,when a numb hearth drips warm blood over some glass ,in beer-bar still cultivates modest road where we walked down in myth of togetherness, and now I stumble across lane where brimming street light has blurred tropical trees in darkness,it seems some hearts are broken to walk drunk!
Morning i wake with citrus rotten words in some forbidden letter,crushed enough like the lamb in sandwich,when lips tasted chilly wraps after when you smack flavors raw even after cooked,and those pages soothes the mind and i calm hunger with a bread slice with guilt gulping down to the epiglottis,waiting for night again in tracks to see some music on beats that keeps it high that it takes me less to drunk and more to hurt.
waits the afternoon with some frost sunshine in backyard, with barren grape wine pills in those orchids that once used to bloom ,to fade but never fragranced back!
Even if those metaphors unwrap you in some Jewell present on Christmas Eve,like those weakened thread of black pearl gown you left as an ode to love silently! Some cassettes weaves the lyrics in empathy,you sing in a trembled voice, as caged memories hustles back like eyes chasing to reach the horizon for the sky kissed the earth,or its just a falsity
Tears either dry before ink fades in those diaries, or rises like highest waves of ocean past the sand that doesn't hold the person/water but in memories,and it seems you find solace in some philosophy sung at grave ,with melancholy of tragedies ,which never give ups.
It mostly turns home when we search as tenants, in some heart like the journeys are supposed to chose the destination.and you reside inside walls,caged and closed to escape from inner you, pillared hollow as word spoken in dilemma of note before you end writing the bitterness of love that you named as a reason to smile, laugher,that echoed down rooftops where you meant to light the chimneys today,
Love is hardly a hell,or storehouse of heaven!
Somewhere, we make bouquet of thoughts that lunches with memories colured in hues of sky ,
hailed of Grey winters that now remains,you call the space for two in love that could be more haunting when toxicity inhabits voids,vacuum rushes distant, cresent(smile) fallback from jaws and burns before astronomy to read your stars,to put on top of x-mas tree,when you end up searching yourself in your own space!
And those togetherness betrays,after ,before and to the date of Christmas!
~nida
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Ps:- no idea!;__;
@fromwitchpen @zaalima_zeee coz u wanted a long post!(✿^‿^)
@vichus written, black (⌐■-■)
@diaryticko @ikshitij
Wanted to tag,you new gifts of Christmas,both aweosne new heart beaters
#jozakoTrust me,it was meant to be a merry Christmas!
©Nida -
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Being a fact of life, we reason death and dreams, to fathom them in hallucination of words in some sort of poetries!
©Nida -
Love me enough,that I turn a poet after you betray,and
I'll love enough to turn you in a living poetry!
©Nida -
We might write about different stars looking at
the same moon,under the same sky, holding on the deepest scar with beauty,and figuring brightest star in bunches of poetries!
© Nida -
When they say galaxy expands every moment,
my heart shrinks a little more of "distant"!
©Nida -
And someday you'll find yourself in clumsy metaphors,which resembles a pure portrayal of love
© Nida
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daroga_happu_singh
3w
Read MoreI don't know I fall in love
So easily..
And believe me when I say that
falling in love is the easiest thing to do.
No matter how many times you've got your heart broken.
No matter how fucked up your last relationship was..
You'd still fall in love the next time like you were made for Love..
The hardest part about LOVE is staying in love..
And love isn't just about the boyfriend's and girlfriend's.
They are just some names ..
You don't need to be labelled as a couple to be in love with each other..
You can be the best of friends and still be in love..
With each other..
All you got to do is stick with the human you're in love with..
No matter how hard it gets.
If the other person is trying hard to stay you shouldn't try make things hard for them .
Every relationship have problems..
You don't break relations unless it's hurting you
Or your self respect.
Put people who you love always above you..
But not above your self respect.
That's something you should never compromise with..
Don't use people to heal the hurt of your heart..:).
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daroga_happu_singh
5w
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Memories are meant to be made with
People with who you're not
Meant to be..
Be it happy or be it sad...
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redolent_smile
6w
Read MoreSome post inspired me to write this.
Idk what's this tho. This is a shit. Ignore :")
@writersnetwork @mirakee hey (●’◡’●)ﾉ long time no see! You two are ♡
@someone_alive @taekook_maknae you guys are love ❤ I saw your lovely comments on my previous post. Thanks for missing me and my write-ups ❤
@the_frozenn_heart you've a special place in my heart ❤
#sadri_writes #jollyjanuary #mirakee #writersnetwork~Who is my muse?~
I met an oracle who promised to plait my angst into a tapestry from the fabric you ripped with your bestial words that dangled in the scowled eyebrows of your singed eyes, to unveil the caws that hooted in your atria that rhymed with Je ne t'aime pas'( I don't love you) which made my sticky crimson liquid that ran through the frozen vandalized veins turn into acidic translucent phenols erupting from the symphonized wounds over my torso that made my lacrimals sleazoid.
n-u-m-b
the world is a graveyard of arctic hearts with pain cremated on the epidermis of our anatomy and hope reposed in the clenched fists; human bodies a carcass of decapitated promises buried in auburn sands that smells of bitumen carrying tombstones on the mesophyron and battles between spitted words embedded in ammunition and buried thoughts in origami cells that melted memories from the ore of feelings, reflected in thousand different hues that were kept as a clandestine to the eloquence of heart and ignorance of the mind.
n-u-m-b
we were two poles, two charges, two energies like Hathor and Seth , oblivious of our archetype, weaved Othello of verselets which were forfeited in a wooden frame, painted in sandcastles and seastorms, seamed with a tapestry of your bestial words and dolor heart that repulsed me from your aura each time I tried to reminisce the lost caricature of moist calla-lilies rooted on my lips, the only remnant of yours left with me, to devour you with the insatiable smooches syszy on the shrouded petals that lie at your gravestone and makes heartbreak my muse.
sadrita || heartbreak is my only muse. -
shafia_khanam
37w
Read MoreWe are tied to
strings which are
constantly trying
to reach our necks
.
The land is vast
and our scream
turns out to be
just another echo
.
We reach out for
help but who we
find standing in front
is our own reflection
.
The sun seemed to
be the only star
and now we have
lost our way
.
Only to find each
other, broken, beautiful
a little drenched in pain,
a li’l waiting for love. //waiting- unsung strains..
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petrichor_tales
8w
Read MoreThere is this certain aspect of memories being imbibed into inanimate objects of not much significance up until that point which you notice them. You might not have thought there lay any relevance to the word dusk and dawn or even associated them with the those many times that you have watched them in passing. But then people come into the spheres of your life like the rain drops perched upon a leaf during the monsoon. Pitter patter it drops and thus it goes, on and on until it flows, up until the moment it stays as a rhyme in your mind and then it glows.
Some people feel like the person you know will not judge you even if they say they hate you whenever they see you. Sometimes it feels better to hear that someone hates you when you know they might smile with it too. They will mess up your vocabulary of perfectly ruined languages by claiming to teach your the best ways regarding it's usage. Now you end up with a broken vocabulary and reassure yourself that your abilities to perfectly raise the temper of your teachers still exists. People that actually try to make you feel as if you scaled the everest for every little thing that you do are what makes the muxture of simplest and most opposite of words jumbled together have some meaning to it. Some sort of pleasant memory becomes attached to it, it reflects the person that uses it when someone remembers it.
We associate memories with songs and end up reliving them with the people we spent them with. I think it's the same with letters and words or even sentences. You imbibe memories into words too. Of some people.
To friends that are worth it
@dusky_dawn (I still cant understand the meaning of that name but people love it here because you made it so)
Happy Birthday Guruji❤️©petrichor_tales
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Last summer,
my Grandpa died
and I didn't cry
a tear.
I just looked at
my wailing mom
and felt sad.
My traveller
Grandpa
must have had
so many stories
to tell, from
around the world,
but I never sat
to listen.
He was cold
and I always
had a distaste
for winters.
I sit close
to my grandma
who tells me stories
about monkeys
and fairies
and repeats
them often
but always
with warmth.
So maybe
it doesn't matter
who has got
more stories ,
what matters
is that who
shares them
with more LOVE!
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my_cup_of_poetry
3w
Read MoreOnce I sat amidst a field of flowers. I didn't know their name. I still don't. They were cherry red in colour. The wind was blowing fine and I never wanted to leave that place. I did anyway. That day was pretty ordinary except for making me realise that ' to feel too much is a curse.'
When did you realise that? Also feel free to disagree.
@hiesenberg I did write something :|.
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zilch__
7w
Kuch nashe hazar hai is chuppi main
Nasdeek mt aao, kahin utar na jaye
Un raaton mai doobi kuch baatein hazaro h
Ujaale mat jalao, andhero ki aadat h ab
Lapatta, behissa, barbaad hu mai
Talaasho ke farman main aabaad hu mai
Kagazo ki kashti hu, zara dhyan se dhakelna
Kamzarf woh manmarzi hu, zara dhyan se dekhna
Thoda akela, na khaas sa, khud ke na paas sa
Cheekho ki guthti awaz sa,
Murdo ki aakhri saas sa
Hu mai kuch
Sitaro ki chaadar odh kr
Ankho mai nammii gustaakh magar
Us gustakhi ki kii gyi sharmindagi sa
Hu mai kuch
Shaant hai tu, zara shor hu mai
Band kitaab hu, zara kamzor hu mai
Badkismati ka raaz hu
Anjaamo ka aagaaz hu mai
Shareer hu mai aadha
Tanhai krishna, hu mai radha
Qatalo ke khooni khanjar sa lagu
Haskar bhi kyu mai banjar sa lagu
Karz hu mai, han maana thoda khudgarz hu
Dhoop main murjaya phool hu zara
Apna mat banana, ek bhool hu mai
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