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  • blackbird_ 2w

    #beguile #everythingc #etch
    @mirakee @writersnetwork




    Dawn Dream


    If sky descends silently
    with abundance of adoration,
    Rest upon your shoulders
    Don't conjecture its my
    drooped chin,

    Nor look hither and thither
    with ajar somnolent eyes,
    I'm not there anymore,
    In stygian lonely nights,

    Don't light a lamp of
    Yearn for me,
    I'm all lost in rabbles of
    Thwarts and sulks,

    All reveries having my
    Head on your lap
    In those shy amber dusks,
    All the dreams we had
    Bleed through slit veins,

    Through the broken
    Panes of our incomplete
    sand castles,

    In leisure do cerebrate
    Haven't everything
    been slipped through
    our incapable fingers
    or it is labyrinth of
    destiny etched in palms,
    This was the last wish I had
    And last dawn dream
    so beguiling,so beautiful
    Yet so incomplete...


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  • blackbird_ 2w

    #pen
    @writersnetwork
    @mirakee
    Words: scissor, mirror, oranges, chair, umbrella



    The old age home.


    An old woman with outmoded
    Umbrella doddering in drizzle
    In a quest for regaining
    Her lost identity anew,

    Dwindled in the course of time,
    Looking for oranges amid ashen sky,
    Spilling a deceptively beaming
    contented contagious smile,

    That passes on to
    Other dry disgruntled faces,
    "Come inside this is your new home"
    A remark pierces through her heart

    callous claws of despondency,
    Dashes the remnant
    Hope lounging on a wobbling,
    Weary chair of equanimity,

    Akin a ruthless scissor
    Cavalierly drives through,
    delicately woven silk threads
    of love and endearment,

    Numerous letters are still
    Unanswered and now
    the zeal is enervated,
    So the pen with broken nib is,

    no one ask about him anymore,
    but at times looking into mirror,
    motherhood chuckles at her,
    "where is your loving son"

    Fettered with dejection,
    made hovering Aureate longings
    shoved into stygian chasm,
    furrowed facade folds desires,

    capitulated to vicissitudes,
    yet tearful eyes divulges distress,
    slouchingly ascends,clasped a portrait of her son
    to her new abode, the old age home.

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    The Old Age Home.

    Dwindled in the course of time,
    Looking for oranges amid ashen sky,
    Spilling a deceptively beaming
    contented contagious smile

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  • blackbird_ 3w

    #astray
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork


    Judas Iscariot - one who betrayed Jesus Christ.


    Sneaked out in the darkness of night
    on crooked lanes,through infamous alleys,
    Enshrouded a fade pale white cassock
    with torn patten,Coarse girdle knotted on waist,

    Tripped to virtues,coaxed with pleonexia
    tossed Coruscant coinage had subdued qualm,
    Stooped with shimmering rapacious eyes,
    Ashamed Clouds ambushed moon in sky,

    Air sighed, halted,desired everyone die
    Whilst sentry nudged sentry with smirks,
    Drooled with gluttony dribbled with perfidy,
    The trees,the ageless stones,breezes and the rivers,

    All imploringly whispered in apostle's ear,
    don't do it...
    don't do it....
    don't do it.....

    Wiping perspired face with benighted sleeve
    kisses merciful countenance,calling it out "Rabbi",
    divulging covertness with cozenage
    amidst throng in the garden of Gethsemane,

    Vice led astray from scrupulous course,
    Ascends to the highest brink of immorality
    plummets to the hilt of immolation of virtues,
    Arises the immortal back stabber Judas Iscariot.

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    The Immortal Back Stabber

    Air sighed, halted,desired everyone die
    Whilst sentry nudged sentry with smirks,
    Drooled with gluttony dribbled with perfidy,
    The trees,the ageless stones,breezes and the rivers

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  • blackbird_ 3w

    #picturec
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork


    The quietude in emptied vicinity,
    A bodach with lantern trudges by
    Surdges restlessness and anxiety
    from parapet he signals dim green light.

    Save the stationmaster's dimly lit office,
    Mistful purlieu,sight is subdued
    Fluttering leaves with raging blown winds,
    Silhouette of swaying tall grooves.

    Mizzle hasten me under the eaves,
    piercing the mist,yonder seen a light
    With chugs of wheels, and shrilling whistles
    arrives train amidst foggy past midnight.

    An ebullient hand waving
    Peering through the window pane
    a scintillating winsome smiling visage
    Canoodles me with joyfully wet eyes.

    As she disembarks at crack of dawn
    Chirps of birds, ashen cottony clouds
    And a contented lump in throat says
    Perhaps the wistful longings are over...


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    The Railway station

    As she disembarks at crack of dawn
    Chirps of birds, ashen cottony clouds
    And a contented lump in throat says
    Perhaps the wistful longings are over...

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  • blackbird_ 3w

    #createaword
    #promise
    @writersnetwork
    @mirakee


    At the threshold of heaven
    seeking a day, I was denied,
    Pursuing minimum an hour least,
    Turned down again callously,

    "Oh lord have clemency on me,
    Much I am to say, to my beloved "
    I had promised of my arrival
    Before the imminence of winters,

    She is agog and longing,Grant a chance
    with gratitude to have a glance,
    For the fire in the snow she made,
    beguiling eyes which seeks me but no one,

    Aromatic satin soft locks of hair,
    made shade in the scorching sun,
    the contented contagious smiles
    when reasons were weeny or none,

    Confiscate my life as many a times,
    Vouchsafe me a moment of her smile,
    That was only to mine".

    Answers came -

    "Nothing perpetually endures
    You had ample abundant time,
    Ever you wished to state
    Prior to were slayed,

    Opted for better tomorrows
    Which came and bygone,
    Words drenched in sweetness of love
    Clasped to your disquiet heart,

    But ne'er reached out to anyone,
    Time flies never comes back,
    Live in the moment conferred
    No one knows,wait for none

    Once infamous death beckons
    And you would be gone"...

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    Infamous Death

    No one knows, wait for none
    Once infamous death beckons
    And you would be gone...

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    #subtle
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork
    Aureate doe (Golden deer)



    Was I so smug so glad,
    bewitching aureate doe
    had become my beloved
    euphoric was I, elated too,

    Time elapsed Time went by,
    Puerile love stood strength
    affirmed on pledges of troth,
    vowed shall we not asunder

    There comes then a day
    eloped in to greenwood
    Whilst we fled away,
    The affable seasons changed,

    Course of ardour altered,
    The oaths got dwindled
    Ingenious love was debilitated
    wrenched were credulous hearts,

    Reminiscences laved akin
    Dews, droplets on pasture adust,
    Subtle traits transfigured to caprice
    Genial fervorous moments all past,

    Blooms mutate into prickles,
    Verdant vendure seemed parched,
    Lush Garth appeared bleak,
    Dulcet tones blared harsh,

    Even Changed the alluring hue
    of my enchanting beguiling doe,
    warmth shrivelled, ergo we fell apart...

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    Aureate Doe

    Blooms mutate into prickles
    Verdant vendure seemed parched
    Lush Garth appeared bleak
    Dulcet tones blared harsh

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  • blackbird_ 4w

    #mirror
    #mirakee
    #writersnetwork
    @sammie75_bpl

    Corner of my bleeding brow
    Saw intimidation stood tall,
    With baleful bloodshot eyes
    Spits vicious venom in a leer,

    Ice cubes laid on my bruises
    Helpless to halt dribbling blood,
    My coach's drab dry eyes
    Collating thwaks divulged all,

    Medial amid deafening hollers
    At the threshold of stupor,
    I find my butterflies trampled
    Reveries charred,choked dreams

    Commoves my cringed spirit
    My mind tossing on the ocean
    Cicatrices and broken bones
    Exhorting me "don't capitulate"

    The final round is yet to go
    Kneading my drooping shoulders,
    coach's leaned lips over my ear whispered,
    "The mirror only shows what you like to see"..

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    Drooped Shoulders

    The final round is yet to go
    Kneading my drooping shoulders,
    coach's leaned lips over my ear whispered,
    "The mirror only shows what you like to see"..


    ©blackbird_