Mirakee
The more my roots reached the depths of hell, the more birds sat on my branches that had grown into heaven.
- Akshay Vasu
#branches
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akshay_vasu
20w
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trident_of_sky
30w
MOHABBAT AUR IZZAT
Mohabbat aur Izzat
Ek duje se jinda hai
Ek ped ki tehni hai
Ek azad parinda hai
©trident_of_sky16 3 3
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My Happy Place
I hear it, the call of nature
as I sit inside my home.
I give in so soon to tear
outside into the morning dew.
I smell it in the air
the sweetness of summer nostalgia.
I walk barefoot on soft moss
the grass my floor, the sky my ceiling.
I feel the pulse of life
as my hands brush over bark.
The magnificent tree which has
grown up alongside me.
I see it then, my world
from atop those branches.
Comfort I have never
known while inside.
I can almost taste it:
freedom from the troubles of this world.
Nothing to me seems impossible while
nestled in the loving hold of a tree.11 1 2
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ഇല പറഞ്ഞ കഥകൾ
ദിശ ബോധമില്ലാത്ത ഒരു പട്ടം പോലെ അവൾ പറന്നു."എങ്ങോട്ടാണ് നിന്നെ ഞാൻ എത്തിക്കേണ്ടത്?" മന്ദസ്മിതാം മാരുതൻ അവളോട് ചോദിച്ചു. "എനിക്കറിയില്ല".
പറക്കവെ അവൾ ഓർമ്മകളിലേക്ക് കുടിയേറി. അച്ഛന്റെ വേരുകളിൽ തീർന്ന തണൽ മരം. തൊട്ടിലായി മാറിയ അമ്മയുടെ ശിഖിരങ്ങൾ. കൂട്ടിനായി വന്നേത്തിയ കിളികൾ. ഉറ്റവരുടെ ഓർമ്മയിൽ അവൾ തേങ്ങി... "ബുദ്ധുസേ, നീ എന്തീനാ കരയുന്നേ! കൂടെ പിറന്നതല്ലെങ്കിലും കൂടപിറപ്പായി ഈ കാലമത്രെയും നാൾ ഞാൻ നിന്റെ കൂടെ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നില്ലേ! " കാറ്റ് അവളോട് ആരാഞ്ഞു.അവളുടെ ചെറു നയനങ്ങൾ മന്ദഹസിച്ചു... ഒരു തെന്നലായി അവളും മണ്ണിനും വിണ്ണിനുമിടയിൽ പാറി പറന്നു.
©scribbled_stories_06 -
backstorypoetry
46w
Read MoreThe life without you is waste ...your meeting like those branches made me feel wonderful but the growth again will make us far apart...need to wait to see that US again...life will surely make us meet again...but mentally we are connected by branches...distance doesn't ruin the US.
#life #love #lovepoetry #distance #waste #branches #apart #meet #flowers #plants #beautiful
By unknown writerA flower of LOVE
Life started to bud eight months ago...
Life started budding with flowering plant
Life buds grew up to show case as a baby plant
Life plant started branching
Life branching plant made two flowers each
Life branches grew more longer in length
Life branches net at same point loved
Life branches made it beautiful
Life branches more length spread apart again...
Need to wait again to meet the one another flowers.
-Haiku -
Poetry Workshop at a refugee camp
Before the young boy poet started reciting
He smiled, (almost incessantly)
His was to be the sixth echoe to clog
The already asphyxiating community center.
Choking pale eyes, tanning skin and bleached camera lenses.
Not with horrors, but the lack thereof.
Water bottles would drown down Sima, fear, chapati and expectations of hearing more campside fire stories that were worth the travel.
Apt for the setting
Atleast for us.
Instead we got human stories to mar it all
And cloth to wipe sweat and swat mosquitos from our fairly lotioned fresh skin.
Whose only wounds were piercings or a pinch (of salt) on a wound.
Never mind a cut, or gash, or lesion, or puncture, or rupture
We all sat there bewildered,
"How are these refugees able to write about anything other than war?"
Eccedentesiasts with coy smiles
Deplorable shame for our disappointment
Like a spoilt meal
These africans could love, breathe, swim, kiss, think,leave, sink, piss, drink and kill
...time... in a billion other ways.
They forgot to lack the dexterity of balancing life ...with life.
We only know africans that tear at things hard enough to fill our biggest screens.
He clears his throat
To an emptier hall.
His grin called again
As wide as the equator he had crossed a year ago.
(And god knows who else)
Along with carefully combed strands of keratin atop melanin scalp
(Not yet poached or claimed)
Scars decorating his eyelids
Crimson dust snowing from
Black trousers as large
as the obese wallets
That once found shelter
In his pockets
And gifted him war, and sandals, and God
And hunger, and aid, and love, and pilgramages to other countries.
And camps to host festivals,
For tourists to take selfies.
And pages and pages
Of pages and pages.
He sends his words.
Pen still at hand like a spear
about to be thrown
His mother's breast was slit open.
They fed his brother to some dogs.
©braithan -
He “may I walk you back home ?” she grinned with a yes
That’s when arts and commerce had chemistry
©TeJ -
kendrasteel
86w
Simplicity
Maybe simple is where we need to revisit?
Simples are not always negative tunes,
Occasionally they grow into complex designs we never imagined beforehand.
After all,
Roots are some of the most complex characters,
Forming just a single tree trunk to
Bridge the gap into more complicated branches.
©kendrasteel -
yellowroses
101w
Little sapling.
Amongst a jungle of tall trees,
A lone sapling small and shaken.
Traipses trembling through the crowd,
Intimidated by the incessantly loud sounds,
Of cheering, jeering and a constant uproar.
Braches timidly reach out and stay open,
But slowly each branch it breaks.
Battered and broken the sapling grew weary,
Until the last branch did break!
Closed up once again but no longer shaken,
The sapling grew into a terrific tiny tree,
The flowers beautifully bloomed, intense and vibrant.
As the little tree now watched with knowing eyes.
Growing tall in such a small frame,
This little tree learnt to see,
This little tree although different from all,
Can survive and regrow and it does have a place!
No longer feeling like wasted space,
This tree kept on stretching to the sky.
©trees_are_life159 7 3
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ananyalib
Wowww.....well wrote
Plz see my posts too
Again well wrote - yellowroses @ananyalib Thanks
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All it was, was a walk though the lane
Under the thick canopies of trees,
branches entwined with each other.
But then, the clouds burst and we got drenched
And just like that, everything changed.
The moment shifted, everything was more mystical
Your hand clasped mine,
Out fingers tangled like the branches above us
The open sky, just beyond,
pouring out its love on us.
The moment was perfect.
But the cold turned to heat
When skin met and lips came together
An inferno burning along where we touched.
Fingers grasping for more
Tongues dancing together
Till all else was forgotten,
but two drenched bodies
Creating a roaring flame between them.
©Inkblots & Paper Thoughts -
smithav
106w
Siblings
Have you ever seen the branches of a tree?
Some growing in diametrically opposite directions and never ever crossing each other's paths. Some growing in the same direction as others and staying close but not crossing and some growing in the same direction and entangling in an embrace...
All off-shoots of the one trunk.
©smithav -
shrutisinha
111w
#238
Call them midnight lullabies
Or spa to my heart,
Your voice notes
have always had
a tranquilizing influence.!
©shrutisinha30 4 7
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shrutisinha
111w
#237
Stories
But
how can I trim
the branches of the stories,
That have
not even yet
started growing?
©shrutisinha32 4 6
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- raviraja_ Kool
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Underneath your shade was made a story of entwined souls that in afterlife found solace on your everlasting branches to live as one as phoenix does.
©farahfaisal -
rashmi_world
115w
Read More"There is a strange silence inside me
Thick layers of mist are all around wherever I see
Cages are open and birds are free
But they didn't found joy even in the branches of a tree
Buildings and structures are stood up high
But dryness is in the ground and in the sky
All the pleasures and beauty are gone so far away
Fear has captured me now and everything is falling into dismay."
#fog #pod #wod #silence #mist #strange #layers #cages #birds #free #joy #branches #tree #buildings #structures #high #dryness #ground #sky #pleasures #beauty #far #fear #captured #dismay
@mirakeeMist and silence
©rashmi_world47 3 1
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feather_of_peace
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devchathu
127w
Every one of us want our life to be made into a movie. We all wanna be a hero of our own life.
Assuming a role, we live our life ..hoping someday, it would be a biography.
Great minds said once our life is a big tree made of branches which are nothing but our relationships. People who you surround yourself with, has great influence on.. who you are gonna be in the distant future.
Never worry about the broken branches. Never worry about the tainted chances. Surround yourself with people you love and people who would do the same and you'll glow bright resembling a twinkle for life's a game where in the end all our skin will wrinkle.
~ devchathu -
rishi_kesh
127w
Lust 2
You spread your wings
inside me,
bit by bit, inch by inch,
an immoral tree,
your branches grow through the veins,
roots spread inside my insides.
I hear the rustling of your
leaves, on my senses!
©rishi_kesh -
iamrs_writes
127w
Branches
They spread when they want to , in reality stating like as a human covered with full of branches , thoughts growing from any side and the emotions and effect are getting spread all over you.
©Raghav Sharma -
sanshrita
130w
Ego and love are the same branches of the tree...
The difference is just...
That love always says sorry
And ego always wants to hear sorry
©sanshrita -
Emptiness
Like a seed the emptiness grew
its roots embedded deep inside of me
its vines intertwining themselves
into the crevices of my mind
its leaves falling at the foot of my soul
reminding me of a past I no longer knew
©ainonymouspoetry
