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At the cusp of dusk
Darkness crowned itself as the best sacrifice of light.
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Poem
Oh beautifull form of literature, How do you?
Keep millions of emotions hidden in those short lines Which just ends in a minute Or two?
- Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
STORIES OF SOLITUDE
Slow and gentle breeze
While swinging the leaves
Between the cusp of green and brown
Whispering each time
Its stories of solitude
Which were woven
Since when world emerged
Out of a tiny womb
Foliole cheering in unison
Then bowing a tropism ,begged to take them
To the stories of solitude
Which were yet to be witnessed
And how could the breeze not welcome a companion?
How could the breeze not
Allow itself once to live the stories of love?
But petiole was too stubborn to leave the leaves
Obviously the whisper turned to scream
None must be blamed
Is the only rule of love triangle
Breeze swirled in circles
To soothe itself
Because there were more
Stories of solitude to be witnessed Before stories of love
The breeze took off
Giving word of honour
To whisper some more Stories of solitude
Untill next time they embrace each other.
- Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera
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एकांत की कहानियाँ
धीमी और कोमल हवा
पत्ते को वसंत और पतझड़ ऋतु के नोक के बीच झुलाते समय
हर बार फुसफुसाते हुए इसकी एकांत की कहानियाँ
सुनाती हैं
जो बुने हुए थे जब से दुनिया का उदय हुआ एक छोटे से गर्भ से
फोलियो एकसाथ उमंग मानाने लगे
फिर एक हलचल से झुकते हुए
उन्हें उन एकांत की कहानियों तक ले जाने की बिनती करते हैं
जिन्हे देखा जाना बाकी था
और हवा एक साथी का स्वागत कैसे नहीं कर सकती थी?
हवा खुद को कैसे एक बार प्यार की कहानियों को जीने से रोक सकती थी?
लेकिन पत्तियों को छोड़ने के लिए डंठल बहुत जिद्दी था
जाहिर है फुसफुसाहट चीख में परिबर्तित होने लगी
किसी को दोषी न ठहरना ही
प्रेम त्रिकोण का एकमात्र नियम है
घेरे में घूमते हुए हवा शांत हुई
क्योंकि अभी प्यार की कहानियों से पहले कुछ और एकांत की कहानियों को एहसास करना था
हवा चली
साथ मैं कुछ और एकांत की कहानियां
फुसफुसाने का वचन दे गयी
जब तक अगली बार उनका मिलन न हो जाए।
- बिपाशा प्रियदर्शिनी बेहेरा -
NEVER ONE
Our love was as temporary
As the fog after winter rain
Which spread for a while
And disappear
Until either of us remember it again.
We were never perfectly one
Even when we became one till we scattered a-twain
We were too focused to uphold
The so called rituals of Love
Laid down by this new world
That we forgot
Mine and yours idea of Love
Could never coincide
Or become parallel to each other
Because they could only intersect
Each other.
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
BLUE AND YELLOW
As lonely as the middle of sea
Stays the sun away from glee.
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
COST
And
It costs
A dawn
To yawn
In morning
A dusk
To sleep
At night.
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
HUMANS
If you shake hands with Water
It will swell
If you shake hands with Fire
It will burn
If you shake hands with Humans
Well, who knows?
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
ROSE
And
The Rose
From the hairs of
Angel
Fell
On Earth
And turned
Into a Girl
With
Fragrance of fearlessness
And
Thorns of toughness.
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera -
A VERSE
Saw a verse in diverse and unknown Universe
Very specific, unscientific with prolific injuries
Little of loose letters
Weensy - teensy of words
But bitter vehemence of virulence
Sang a sad and sweet song, listened the passers by
Detached her letters one by one
Till she became a alphabet from a complete verse
Which started with 'I'.
-Bipasha Priyadarshini Behera
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Love your parents,
They are the key of happiness
©yasira_ -
prianky
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True love
I heard that love fades within time but what I experienced is, its get deeper as time passes by
©prianky -
When your wounds open
You'll cry
You'll cry out now and you'll question why?
©ten010 -
jeevan_krish
1h
I can see the beauty,
Seven colours in rainbow,
Blushing sun with high glow,
Drizzling rain made flowers
More Beautiful in side row,
It's making my mind blow,
feeling moment kinda slow.
©jeevan_krish -
toxicminded
2h
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mirakee
13h
Read MoreThe Egyptian pyramids that are today counted as the most wonderful structures , were built as burial places and monuments to the Pharaohs ( rulers ). As part of their religion, the ancient Egyptians believed in afterlife and hence the Pharaohs were buried with all sorts of items and treasure that they may need to survive in the afterlife. The walls too were often covered with carvings and paintings.
--Today, write a creative piece mentioning the things you would want to be buried with.--
Tag with #afterlife and share.
#wodAfterlife.
An undying fragrance of poetry is all I want to be buried with.
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Random Facts 1
Never try to figure out the people you meet in life,
Before learning your own role to play on earth.
©kaotik_1 -
amodee
17h
Read MoreAction speaks louder than words...can't you hear me screaming
#writersnetwork
#mirakee
#words
#poet
#lifeofapoetWords they come naturally to me
Not in utterance, in thought
I talk less and think more
I speak loudly in words
Written words
I started journaling
So I can give words
To things and experiences
That didn't need people's
Prying eyes and judging ears
If ever I leave you a note
To tell you how much I care
I did put my words into action
In writing that piece of note
©amodee -
Choice
As the day bleeds into night and the darkness surrounds me..
I am left with a whirlwind of voices..
Behold the demons that I feed.
My bleeding heart a feast in the night, free to take but never to own..
Becoming the beast.. was never a choice.
©rorsczhach -
fauxcroft
17h
Humanity
Humanities beauty
Is only countered by
It’s brutality,
Humanity can be so kind
And yet at times be so ugly.
©fauxcroft
