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  • curious 1d

    The descending order
    we followed
    was defied by lady Luna.

    We met on a full moon
    night devoid of
    obscurity.

    With spangling eyelashes
    blushing cheeks
    caressing moonlight
    entangled hands
    distance started widening
    as moon started shortening.

    Our togetherness
    chopping the Lady Luna
    to waning gibbous
    feasting on the knocked
    out part was delicious.

    Alas the part we engulfed
    proved to be poisonous
    killing our alive love
    feeding us the next
    piece necessarily
    of the waning crescent.

    Tonics claimed to heal it
    by chance but
    new moon night
    took away the trashes
    making it a dot
    which don't even sparkle now.

    ©curious


    #moon_LS_chal By @laughing_soul ma'am ❤


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  • curious 2d

    //Dormant balcony is a meek eye witness//


    The balcony
    I stand on is dynamic.

    The momentum it gains with
    zephyr making creepers dance
    is antonym to the dormancy
    it attains with him on one side
    and me hanging on the other wall.

    I hang there like hangers in your
    wardrobe
    waiting to be covered by a familiar
    cloth or say aroma but
    the familiar one is resistant to the
    charmant beauty that lies naked
    as he is the one who stole
    her best of sides cracking it's edges
    and now awkward enough
    to embrace his sins.
    Silence accepts the sins
    making everything else still.

    #dormant @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod

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    //Dormant balcony is a meek eye witness//

  • curious 3d

    Word invented -:

    Electopophobia (Noun)
    Definition:
    A fear of no electricity during night. A fear of silence or absence of running fan over head when the entire world is dark.



    I was just 10 and fresh 11 was ready to embrace me,
    when I was promoted to a new home as per my Dad,
    A room with 32 beds upside-down : a dormitory,
    Dormitory was huge,where a puky white girl slept beside mocking me,
    I had no space there for my pink headed doll.
    It was there when I realised my fears and strengths,
    As homes are Neutral.
    A multitude of things would haunt me,
    But electopophobia was dominating.
    Power cuts are regular on hill stations,
    So were my anxiety attacks dying on silence when,
    everybody in the dormitory slept snoring.
    My ideologies were shaped over phone calls or monthly letters,
    It was hard to communicate this fear to My Lords.
    It grew with my heart, scragging it on occasions,
    Making me crawl on bathroom tiles to reach the high window for not so still air.
    Even after years worms of the phobia are alive in me,
    But the city life has reduced the regularity of power cuts.

    //City life is a pill to my phobia//


    #multitude #ceeswordinvent by @lovenotes_from_carolyn ma'am ❤ @mirakee #pod @writersnetwork #laughing_soul #mirakee_reposter

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    //City life is a pill to my phobia//

  • curious 4d

    His
    shoeshine
    paths sensate
    thorny poem's
    scrag.

    My
    raucous
    lyrics grab
    his moustaches
    harsh.

    Crowd
    implores
    martial song
    for brave fighter :
    LOVE.


    ©curious

  • curious 5d

    Say to Gods Of Death, 'Not Today'
    -Syrio Forel

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    I don't understand why writing dark is considered mature. Does knowing about death and sadness mean your pants are growing?
    I certainly disagree. A wiser man would never let the truth of death lead his gifted life.

    You are a child they say till you bloom like a bud but when the petals start falling with wind it signifies the saturation of your growth mark.
    I so disagree. Even when the bud was blooming with a glittering smile it was brave for me. Brave to accept the change that would certainly invite it's gloomy end.

    Now that blooming bud is a bleeding woman for me. Best bearer of sunflower life growing in the sunlight.
    The poor old lady with dark red petals is so dead as it's already sad for the loss of it's beauty coming near.

    For me being mature is being happy accepting all those odds by or on your way and not just embracing darkness as a star badge.

    ©curious

  • curious 1w

    Traitor, a failed whistleblower
    leaves an indelible sign
    that only
    knowledge is not power
    but what rules is
    a haphazard walk that
    nobody could ever trace,
    not even the whispers could
    break.

    Even the comets melt,
    Now,what is a Conspiracy Web?
    Licking the tongues
    to reach out cold heart
    is the manmade fact
    made to make the
    Greatest King lose.

    //Power is heavy//

  • curious 1w

    One-Night Stand


    A two lane street is simple
    but when the number is one
    it gets complex.
    Giving your inside to
    someone with no second
    feedback meet is hard.

    A girl with manicured nails,
    lusty curves~face/body
    you are bound to stare
    Is a sculpture
    with slimline body
    but a burdened head.

    While sipping in
    the moet champagne
    you pull her velvet black
    dress cupping around
    her choker.
    You claim to fall for her
    making out like
    drunken rampage on
    crushed sheets
    rocking the craddle.

    But is this love?
    A push in-out with
    no words and snuffing.

    Actually it's a musical chair
    arrangement where you ran to
    hold a bold seat as you failed
    to attract the one you actually
    craved for.

    ©curious

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    //A saviour in disguise//

  • curious 1w

    A P A I X O N A R

    Being a victim of logolepsy he is often showered with garlands of echt phrases dipped in a coffee of my heart beans.

    One night in an intimate behaviour I demanded to be recognized through his words. His words that would churn those beans better for a saudade flavour.

    Always being laconic little did I expect from my man yet he blew my mind.

    You, "You, my riant Minerva outshines lucida when looked upon through my eyes. Digging deeper with a hint of parapraxis he held my waist tight remarking his philocaly towards me.You are that sweet which I would love to degust while treating myself with fika."

    This paroxysm strengthened numinous enigma I had for him.

    ©curious

  • curious 1w

    Gazing those
    leaflets devoid
    of moist skin murmuring
    beside lagoon
    rubbing in the soil
    itself to extract
    a dash of life
    liquid
    looks back
    to the background
    asking for a helping
    hand
    and what I witnessed
    was the same
    helplessness that I
    had while looking
    at him during those
    hours when
    he squeezed my
    lemon heart
    kissing it long
    making me empty
    sick on dehydration
    screaming for the
    OCEAN OF LOVE
    he promised.


    ©curious

  • curious 1w

    ◆Pareidolia is a main ingredient to Epeolatry.


    My mother's orphic love
    for tetrapods since
    my childhood or maybe her's
    made our zoo visits
    frequent than temples.

    I can swiftly blame
    it for pareidolia
    I am blessed with.

    All those silent hitters
    pretending to be on
    my side and suddenly
    attacking for blood shed
    had rapacious cold
    blooded crocodile's face.
    While my eyes visualised
    ones with shaking whims
    to match green bushes
    and cheat my
    conscience as chameleons.

    //World around//

    Women crawling in tranquility
    all her life bearing home
    on her back
    with first aid box resembled
    my new pet a 'Turtle'

    //My Mom//

    Between two worlds
    what layed common
    were patterns that
    my mind drew on
    their faces
    helping to
    derive the essence
    of their hearts.

    //Patterns are pretty logical//


    #patterns #pattern @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod

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    //Patterns are pretty logical//