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avihra
15w
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Will I bloom? Under raining skies that stop no thunder and
quicksand that passes amidst my ruins, will I bloom?
Men of strength have shaped my breathe, hands so muddy have rooted my home.
In one place, shall I live to be but where do I grow?
Where earliest lives ring of wars chosen for me by destinies(?)
I kept on searching for retreats, all I had was scorching heat.
Too many keepers, too much waters, sometimes my roots flooded in their heists.
All I wanted was a space, a moment to gather the heavy weights which tumbled,
A place of beliefs that reap of joys, a world that didn't crave uncertainities.
Now, on fire, shall I dance for you upon a lovely, dreamy cloud.
Resting my head on heaps of sorrow like some innuendoes of cracked grace,
I'll fly one last time to the end of these phases.
The wait is over the Sun gleams rays, and so I start my timid race.
After all the years, I can feel free to rise above all the mazes.
A bloom so soft, gleaming of moonlight halos,
A bloom so ethereal like scenes of a honey radiance.
A bloom of life, broken in a second, full in another.
A bloom.
©avihrá -
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avihra
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End love?
Hurling at the night
Under breezes of the sky
I feel you clinch into me
And collapse did the world
Magic condolenses breathed the fire
Gushed into halves, you found me a wonder
Touch me with eyes,
Let go of past musings
Keep me as I, I fall towards my grave.
And look at destiny,
Setting us free for each other
Only at the end, when ashes ruined our kingdoms.
I fell for you, at the stoppage of life
And as I die, somewhere slowly and sometime quickly,
You crave for me a hole in you, deeper every moment.
And so much magic, fantasies broken.
Into pieces. Of souls. Who have no epitome.
No future, no meanings.
We're a barren, barren window.
An opening but no further.
Just like a horizon,
eroded without the skies.
Just like a song, tuneless attired.
Look at all we have. And all we haven't.
No universes to be tranversed.
No colours to be mistaken.
No worries at faulty, dead stars.
We ended before started.
We started near the ending.
As I move to the lastness,
I am still the mess you owe love to.
A labyrinth of troubles and kisses in showers.
It's okay to let go, let me go in an abyss.
There's no turning back,
No more of our lost whispers.
Our love wounded, dresses up as a lie
In the eyes of unknownness.
Donot worry, I won't run away.
And every single lifetime,
I'll meet you through gazes
And lovelorn poems about mystical journeys.
I love you.
In all the infinities,
I love you.
With every once of the heart.
©avihra
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @raika_ashraf @hushed_words @writersnetwork
Image credit is always Pinterest.
For those who love someone soon fading away into lights. Just lights.End love?
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avihra
95w
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Here, we fight so many wars inside us through words and love.⚘
#poetry #war #love
@hushed_words @raika_ashraf @writersnetwork.
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raika_
24w
Read Morel o v e
strengthens
b e l i e f
h o p e
seeks
l o v e
words
w e a v e
forever
-raika
a d o r e s
words
#poetrywednesday©raika
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Winds
c a r e s s
melancholy.
©eurus -
04sirius
28w
Trust Him����
Our life is a series of moments,
Each one a journey to the end,
Need to live through the all phases of life,
Despite the worst hardships of life,
Single ray of hope is waiting to be founded,
No need to rush,
Just trust over the voice of the only inner soul.
Never give up❣
©04sirius -
lanzhan
28w
Wade in the glistening rivulet
Bade maiden song in wintering moon
Light that too soon to farewell
Cold Autumn arrived so late
in chilling monsoon
Snow boastfully falling while
rain stomping with madness
Yet no matter how the ebbing
mood of earth and universe
My heart will stay clinging
to my beautiful moon..
©lanzhan 07112020 -
shashagilbert_
28w
Read Morei chose the line "the paper holds their folded faces to the floor" ©Roger Waters for #cees_dsm_chall from the song Brain Damage by Pink Floyd.
loneliness is not lack of company, loneliness is lack of purpose.
-Guillermo Maldonado
i got inspired by two of my closest friends here @eurus @zohiii thank you guys.
@mirakee @writersnetworkᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴋᴏɴⓈ
December, 31 20XX
family and chatter hadn't left the table,
my mind was devoured by melancholy
i was anguished, rickety or unstable
red wine stained table cloths
and burned down candles
whispering walls retelling
a timeline of scandals.
the harmony was silent around me
in my thoughts i could see, wanted
to be alone i felt lonely in company
however just like a phoenix yearly
returning, existence of nihilism felt
an eternal shore, lost in symphony.
my mind was apprehended in the sea of
D
E
S
P
A
I
R
i was drowning, snapping yearning for fresh air.
January, 1 20XX
my wish was fulfilled i was all alone,
solitary spoke the loudest,
leaving everything else was gone
i thought i was happy, until footprints of loneliness knocked on the door
just like, the paper holds their folded faces to the floor.
freezing cold beat the windows outside,
my soul was in misery i clamoured and cried
i was an island frenzied for an echo, wanted to hear someone's voice abide
i wanted to yell, to scream until i cough up all the emptiness ambushed inside.
~ｓｈａｓｈａｇｉｌｂｅｒｔ -
tulikatinytales
28w
It's not about the external beauty,
It's all about the internal one.♥
©tulikatinytales -
alto_spade
39w
Read MoreYou seldom scribbled
tales of your nightmares,
never tapped your fingers
on escapades, buried
your neck under threads
to cloak the marks you
prized yourself with and
for what life needs to be
lived for is one tale you
always dreamt of knowing
the end. One toss of the
bottle sent whiskey dancing
to the melancholic tunes
winter played as gently as
possible to hush you into
a timeless slumber.
©alto_spade40 winks
-Look around, a bunch of pretty faces with
lonely hearts and you're just one more in the crowd-
©alto_spade -
mahnoor_
65w
Read MoreHome is far away now.
Home: the four walls
& the fancy ceiling?
Home is far away now?!?
Home.
I found home in
lonely swings in
abandoned
midnight playground,
in the echoes and
flickering lights of
airplanes in
the distant sky,
in the rush
of busy markets,
in the futile blinking
of a traffic light
on an empty road,
in the distant
humming of a
speeding metro.
Home.
I found home
in citylights,
in lilac skies of dawn,
in the feeble sunrays
kissing the curtains,
in sunset's colour palette.
in skies that are starless,
in skies that have forgotten
what pitch black is.
Home.
Home is
the chorus of
Kun faya kun,
the midnight balcony,
the verses of
soulful Arziyan,
the dark droning tunnel
of the racing metro,
the infrequent winds
intertwining in my hair to
wishper, 'you are loved'.
Home.
I found home
in pointless banters,
in long phone calls & face time,
in long trips and lame jokes,
in someone's pain & hurt,
in someone's little joys,
in warm hugs & anecdotes,
in strangers' hearts,smiles & souls.
Home
I found home
was never four walls
and a fancy ceiling.
I know now home is nothing
but a tender feeling.
//let me call you home//.
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words_by_serene
71w
And all of a suddden
You came back
Not in reality but as
//Cascading thoughts of wistful memories//
©words_by_serene -
So, when you read me,
which part of you aches?
I know it can’t be heart, but
do I make you ache?
