The midday sun slips down the mountain The heavens painting itself pitch black The moon peeped out of those diaphanous curtains The propitious moonlight coruscating the shingles on track.
The archaic bricks with ivy shrouding the history The quiteness around enveloped in absolute mystery The roof was thatched and small gable over the door The woods around as if shouting to view them no more.
The darkness invaded my space, Just like those asteroids standing in the way The dark sunshine created an eclipse, The ominious odes rumbled before the apocalypse. The aurora arrived carrying the cosmic beacon, To shimmer the tenebrosity and gloom it weakens, The mystical healer who bestows colour to my dark galaxy, I'm a penumbra, partially shaded with hues and partially with insanity. ~DIYA
Stretching the fingers to touch the perfect blue sky, Where every new covenant blooms and tie, I fetch the longlasting warmth from the sunshine, With thrush's stream of euphonious phrases so divine.
The winter is lulled to sleep and the summer is soon to come, Welcomed with lush greens and the savour of japanese plums, The tufts of primrose and the periwinkle wreaths, Fragrance is what surrounds and the perfect breaths.
I've written it as a post rather than a poem coz I have a lot to say about this topic which can't be easily covered well in a poem :P
Even though I write a lot of controversial posts, I hardly get any hate for it. I guess I'm just way too insignificant to be hated on or maybe this community is just way too lovely. I think it's the latter. I honestly don't remember the last time I got hated on, idk if I ever did and if yes, I think it just went unnoticed by me. But during my online gaming days, I got a ton of hate for styling on some players. That community is very toxic in contrast to Mirakee :) But it never bothered me and in fact it actually felt so good to be the center of a topic. To get in someone's head and to tilt them to the point where they attain frenzy and mania, was a guilty pleasure of mine. So this prompt is mostly based on that toxic experience.
To all the haters who took it out on me just because I made you cry by handing you a devastating defeat in an online game, thanks a lot, it felt really good. It was so flattering to me that you willingly ruined your good mood just to get a jab back at me. It filled me with great joy when you deemed me significant enough for spending your precious time on introducing me to the negative feedback that you held against me. Time is a really precious commodity which you're constantly losing every second and you opting to waste it on me, put me on a pedastal and although it was made out of pure hatred, it imbused me with self esteem and stroked my huge ego really hard :D
Now we have time, the kind we were asking for since forever wrapped in a soft vintage cloth. As for we all have is now, the time to be overjoyous on little things. It's a blithe to observe how the light move through your hair and the dust particles dance around you, hope of new beginnings yearning to belong.
Blithe to realise that your parts still ache for miracles that never die, old rusty papers that still hold the smell of lost time paddling through your memory and embracing each bit of it.
Blithe to know we're flawed, imperfect yet limitless dancing to life in every possible way. Blithe to know we all have a story or poetry buried within us, a beautiful verse of poetry which everyone dreams to write.
Blithe to know we can sense in words that are dark and blue and bright, in words that are perhaps even I shouldn't be writing and you shouldn't be reading.
Blithe to describe someone stories which you read, which makes you a better you, finding peace in your eccentricity. Blithe to reflect yourself on the wonder of aliveness and compose yourself in a poem, weaving ourselves in stories never been told. Nudging those stars as alphabets, tremendous lines and stanzas into the start of forever poetries.