Ye kuch dino ke liye post kya nahi ki and MIRAKEE is changed. Sorry I mean "MIRAQUILL"
©sanskar16
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sanskar16 1w
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sanskar16 1w
#writerstolli #pod #iambugs @la_vie #morning #motivation @feel_the_words @ashesh_dubey @spiritedtraveller #wow @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #ni8ngle #hasna #satender_tiwari #piaa_choudhary #rashmi_narwariya #hasj #vct #ash_k #lit #NTM #vimal_tyagi #decoy #riyashi #bluepup #shreyareads #thewriterstribe #shaliya #himanshuwrites #shej #kirti_13 #smv
Parents, I must tell you become the most smart people in situations where they shouldn't be actually.
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Sometimes
The sun sets over the sea
Sometimes
It kisses mountains and valleys
Goodnight.
Sometimes
The sun cares not
But the moon shines
Over broken dreams
And forever goodbyes.
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Chaos
Can be silent too...
Lurking,
Masked
So deep within.
Smiles
Camouflage it well
Gnawing
At our souls
When left unseen.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
I spoke with pain
Whispered
And yelled...
As she sat silently there.
The echo
Eventually fades
Chasing the words,
But the conversation stays..
Forever.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
Crystal teardrops
Falling from the skies
Soft duvets
Of angelic dreams rise.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
Art
Inspires
And stifles
Most intricate
Pain
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Tradition
It's been called a root
A sense of belonging
A token worthy of salute
A promise from the past now dawning.
It's been called a fire
Forever burning bright
A talisman against what's dire
A beacon for those lost at night.
It's been called so much
When it is simply to be felt
For on notions true as such
Words need not be really dealt.
Nurture and preserve
What is yours and so divine
For what the world deserves
Is a future back in line.
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A year
Of surprises -
The unfavourable kind.
A year
Where the prize is
Time spent with loved ones.
A year
Of choices
Like all those before.
A year
Of 20s
But roaring for more.
A year
We're eager
To finally see off.
So, truly
Let's cheer
And hope for a better start-off!
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Far
Yet closer than ever.
A world apart
But safe in my heart.
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Happiness
Is drowsing memories
And restless dreams.
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the_rainbow_chronicles 10w
A Christmas short story. My gift this year
#pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #yaminiread #wow #writerstolli #cami #shaliya #julietscorner @writersnetwork @mirakee @thoughtsprocess @john_solomon @tomorrow_is_amazingSanta's Workshop
It was dark in Santa’s workshop at the North Pole. Not a single sound could be heard, nor an elf or a dwarf was anywhere in sight, busying into the night, frantically detailing any one gadget in particular so as not to miss the Christmas Eve deadline. Cold and silent had the magnificent fireplace gone, once an open stage for countless performances of percolating kettles and pots of assorted shapes and sizes. The air was uncharacteristically cookie-smell-free. No whiffs of honey, gingerbread or cinnamon were to be perceived by even the best trained among the experienced connoisseurs.
And yet, no alarms were blaring in warning of an impending disaster. A potential strike of either overworked or overfed employees, if happening anywhere, had most certainly not been signposted in advance. A malfunction of machinery, a glitch in the automation process, could still not explain the missing artisans who would typically take charge would a misfortune like that ever happen to occur.
Maybe Santa had taken a break, longing for some well-deserved time off duty after centuries of delivering presents and shimmying down chimneys in houses all over the world. Could he have gone off biscuits and milk, on to a healthier diet? Or just as well, he might have simply grown too old – at one point, sooner or later, we all do, however extraordinary or enchanted we might have started off as… Then again, stories about Santa’s helpers we have heard manifold. One would have surely stepped up to the challenge and assumed the role…
A postal service delivery might have gone terribly wrong… What if not a single letter ever made it to Santa? He might have singlehandedly decided to call off the entire operation due to lack of belief… It is the essential ingredient for all things magical, after all. Yet, in an era of technological advancement like no other, it seems a bit far-fetched that the post office would mix things that badly!
The North Pole cheered with no carols, no reindeer grunted impatiently in the stables. Still, Christmas was absolutely, one hundred percent in the air. Every window boasted colourful displays, every hearth was roasting a turkey, or at least a chicken, a tofu slice, or simply potatoes, or chestnuts, but how delectable did it all smell! Christmas trees were not shy of any glittering ornaments and bedazzled the eye with an abundance of tinsel. Mistletoe tempted the hearts from many a ceilings and shiny wrapping paper enveloped carefully selected gifts. How had the magic happened given the vacant North Pole workshop?
The workshop had simply moved house. It now operated in full power in every heart and mind out there, spreading the largest dose of Christmas cheer there ever was. In a year when holidays with loved ones had skyrocketed in importance, when belief was anything but depleted for it was tangible as the golden thread you would use to sew in the intricate patterns of a ribbon, Santa had indeed taken a break, for gratitude, love and appreciation, were his true stand-ins.
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Garlands long of crystal ice
Adorn the branches high.
Snowflakes dance a tinsel waltz
Glittering down from the sky.
Feast upon a mesmerising sight
For all our poisoned eyes
Quite accustomed sadly
To the gaudy artificial lights.
Christmas true
Is really just outside
Step into the cold
Warmth there'll be inside
Abundant in your soul.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
Poetry
Is the loudest
You can scream
Quietly.
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December
Is a blanket
Of glistening hope.
A crystal beacon
Along the rocky road.
A cosy crackle
Of sparkling joy.
A moment of comfort
All doubts set to destroy.
A silver angel
Embracing the town
A guardian seraph
With a fairy-light crown.
A herald of cheer
And peace of hearts
An end of a year
Yet the time when happiness starts.
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aivsairandhri 15w
#medusa #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya #writersbay #cees_tp_chall #battle #past
The worst battle is when you wage it against your own self and your past.
Here, 'medusa' is the haunting past.
Medusa slithers around
Hissing the scaly past
Turning present to stones
And smashing them to scintillas
Such 'eyeopeners',
Their pity crash the ears.
They giggle at the blindness
And mock the escape plan.
You had sworn to kill her
But you are no perseus.
You have no thunderbolt,
No pegasus will fly to you
You lost before the battle,
You think and sigh.
Then the puzzle gets solved
The light at the end of the tunnel
Has grown.
Looking at Medusa
You saw the marble tears.
©Aiv
Its upto oneself whether to slay or to embrace their demons.
Pic credit to the rightful owners..
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Some call it magic
Some call it fate
Either way
It's simply you
And I.
©the_rainbow_chronicles -
Temporary is poison.
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aivsairandhri 17w
#november #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #yaminiread #julietscorner #tanzread #shaliya #writersbay
Apricity flows like a silent stream
Finds my frigid soul
Cups my heart in its aureate arms
Cascades to the blueth alleyways
Where frostbitten leaves
Cuddles the cold cobblestones
The November breathes in me once again
Cordolium dances around the fire
Waving its selcouth self
The thrum of its foot steps
Starts something new
Like a wildfire in the winter moonlight
With bluish flames
and heal the wounds.
©aivSairandhri
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@petrichor_talesNovember breathes in me
once again;
Like a wildfire
in the winter moonlight
With bluish flames
and heal the wounds.
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Aiv -
Treading lightly
On the brittle leaves of amber gold
November blithely
Paints the path for winter cold.
©the_rainbow_chronicles