Mirakee
Haunting Shards
It came again
Vexing my life like it had before:
Crippling my breath,
Tearing my soul,
It came again.
Spooking the life out of my soul.
It came again!
I smile ,I relaxed, I pacified...
I learnt to stand on my feet again.
It came again!
Tearing-crushing all my efforts;
Pushing all my happiness back into the abyss.
It came again!
Vettling the life out of my soul.
Little did I know
That it will show up at the most unfortunate moment
Like the capitol admist of a pandemic.
It came to me
To devour the soul of my life out of me.
And I let it have my soul:
Served it with a glass of my blood
and slice of my mind.
He devoured it like the hungry wolf of the forest—again
The life that I collected from the shrads it made last time.
The shrads that almost cost my life;
I lost it again.
To the cruel unbeaten ghastly monster of my life— My soul.
©riyanjita_ozah
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Even in the hardest earth
droughted out of
every bits of water
there is always someone
who will still choose to
bloom .
~And that how a queen is born~
©riyanjita_ozah -
Its a new year; the beginning of a new decade. A decade where we will grow, we will see the fruit of the tree our parents planted. The tree that we nurtured for so many years. Its a decade with new and different challenges from the one we have seen these 2 decades. A year where we might fall terribly, we might lose the essence of our life... where we might get the silver lining. A decade where we might marry and have kids or choose to go on the world tour we always longed for.
Its a decade with lots of surprises. Some might be fresh and great,some might be of the same fate as covid but nevertheless this is what life is and life must go on.
With hopes and prayers
WISH YOU ALL A HAPPY AND POSITIVE NEW YEAR
©riyanjita_ozah -
riyanjita_ozah
15w
Kandupul
She is from the realm of thorns
but nobody knew until she unmasks her wounds
Delicate and mushy: her body has embraced
She still won't come out with her friends and people
Her beauty unravelling and priceless;
she is like an angel from the heaven
An angel who comes to the mortal realm
to sprinkle her fairy dust and vanishes
whenever-whoever tries to nudge her wand
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riyanjita_ozah
15w
Queen of the night:The Kandupul
She wakes when the moon goes bright
in the death of the night
When there is no one
but peace and serenity at its heights
She is a queen who knows she is right
to chose the path of the knight
Unraveling her strength with
her beauty as her might
She still chose death
whenever her honour was at stake
©riyanjita_ozah -
laldime
17w
Crumbled pieces of sanity
Deserted screams in this wilderness scour for the bosom of their author
Unaccounted tears long for the sympathies of the one who preyed upon their credence
Jovial lips hunt for the one who assinanted their smile
Saggy eyes look for the one who became the reason for the deepened dark eyes
Damped pillows seek the rationality of the fountain that pours upon them everytime
Sealed covenants dig for the one who had the audacity to smash every sealed promise
Sunken heart longs for the one who dared to drown it
Shattered heart still pursue logics to mend it way back to the one who tore it to million pieces
Crumbled body begs to feel anything else than this never ending pain
Silently the lips keeps praying for a way that this pain might subside
How can a corpse still feel? How come the numbness induced as an essence only subsides at your name?
The biased numbness keeps looking for the one who inflicted perpetual pain upon the crumbled pieces of sanity.
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anushka96
23w
I am not there...
Once upon a time,
Deep down the -
memory lanes,
I saw my soul;
Mirrored by deep blue sea...
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Isn't it strange how someone can just turn your world upside down? Isn't it absurd how someone can alter the essence of one's ambience?
How someone's voice even turn into a melody.
Suddenly someone's orbs carry the essence of millions of galaxies you never dared to behold. Coincidentally the delicate hands of someone exhibit the warmth you were oblivious about. Surprisingly the laughter that you share with this someone lingers on the corners of your mouth from dusk till dawn.
©laldime -
sairam24
29w
Scent
The mind was a tranquil space, until a scent dragged it to a not so distant past. The chaos that followed set an unstoppable rain of tears. But all this wailing couldn't put off that raging inferno of the heart.
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__aruka__
30w
//muse//
s
om
e day
all my t
ears woul
d dry up and
i would n
o longer
weep
an
d
my h
eart, lik
e that of th
e barren land
will become
dry and
stron
g
but
sadly,
it would
still keep th
hollow sp
ace wh
ere
u
were.
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That moment when we embrace, without seeing each other's face.
A comfort to the heart, a place you can call home.
When everything falls apart, we will have each other until the end.
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
Touching write-up!
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lovenotes_from_carolyn
Touching write-up!
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Running and running, my mind keeps running.
Thinking and thinking, my brain won't turn off.
Drinking and drinking, just to numb these feelings.
Sleeping and sleeping maybe to dream of a better day.
©chequred_one -
__aruka__
34w
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It feels like it's been a long time since I have been drowning. Drowning, in the sea that has been created by me. My arms swinging in motion of pulling the water behind me. My legs kicking, and my body twisting and turning, but nothing happens. Neither I move ahead nor I stop drowning. I try, very hard, and atlast I scream and cry for help. I think people are around, or maybe if I order my body to co-operate, maybe, I will be able to swim pass.
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And along this struggle, somehow, I turn my head, and see, no one is around, no one to hear my voice, no one to see my struggle. I understand that my cry for help to anyone around and to my body are in vain.
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And then it all stops. The struggle, the cry for help, my motion. The water is still around. Sadness covers me now. And I let the water engulf me, and the water, taking approval from my motionless body, slowly, pulls me down to the bottom, as my mouth takes the last breathe.
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Down there, the water seems clear and calm, as it wasn't from above. Down there, along with my sadness, I somehow was feeling centered. Sans the struggle to be wanting in control of things to be in accordance to me, guiding them, fixing them, I, was at peace. At peace of letting go of all the control that I thought I had.
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Maybe I have had said enough,maybe way too much. Tried correcting people, fixing situations and things. Maybe it's time, time to drown into the water around, let go of all the tools that I had been carrying for fixing people, situations and things. So long I had been ignoring my holes and kept on trying to heal others. Maybe, maybe it's time, time to just sit and observe, what happens if I don't fix others more anymore.
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~Aruka
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Colours
The trees casting mystical shadows,
The evening slowly turning into the dark abyss of night,
The light playing with its last moments marking it's pattern, etching the sky with pinkish hues,
Melting into beautiful deep grey, the shades radiating a deep sense of completion, relief,
Yes we made it, yet another day on this earth,
To see the ending of the day marking it's exit, signing off to get ready for a bigger splash the next day with a bang of yellow and a tinge of orange!
©tosha_indian_human -
__aruka__
36w
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It was a mid day conversation. Resting my head on your bony but firm shoulder and your hands encircling my waist, I say -" whatever I wanted is you. All that i want, is you!"
You look at me with an understanding gaze, like you already know how much I mean it. You say -" But baby, your career is more important . You will have everything, even me, but just focus on your career first."
And I keep looking at you, my eyes filled with love and affection for you and thinking, how, how did i get so lucky to find you? There were so many thoughts coming to my mind and things that I wanted to say, but all that i could say was - "okay". I pass you a weak smile . You smile back at me and place a kiss on my cheek and we continue to look forward, the cars passing us by.
silence stretches. My head is still on your shoulder and your arm still encircle my waist, but i could sense a sudden shift of air between us.
Had i, unknowingly made a promise i couldn't keep, that i knew i wouldn't be able to fulfill? how did i forget that uncertainty kept a track of everything i did? i couldn't look him in the eye and i knew he could feel how hollow my forever sounded .
still, i looked up, searching in your face, a tint of anger or hurt, but all i could see is your brown orb looking at me, warmly but reflecting the same hollow forever i had be sensing in my word.
we both, looked away.
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A mid day conversation -
It's hard
when you have to
explain yourself
to your loved ones...
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swastik_tsk
37w
Read More" What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness. "
- John Steinbeck
Looking back to the my bus rides to college i remember the essence of it on my life, i made friends, i made memories.
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**trolls too accepted. ��Warm Winter
old school bus.
cold wind's rush.
cascading solar husk.
this body dashing to where she sits.
where her perfume knits,
my muses and dirty dreams.
to film the stray tommy she zooms,
crushing left arm to her cyan looms.
i travel with her farther galaxies,
college ain't the stop but she.
©swastik_tsk -
When your heart has been broken so many times, in such a short amount of time, numbness is a needed friend!
©chequred_one -
Why does it matter what our skin looks like, my heart breaks now for this plight.
We are supposed to love each other, but because we look different, it is not so much in this light.
We all have the right to live, and become anything and anyone, but because the color of our skin, they hold us back and hold us down.
Let's talk to one other with respect as a human, and love each other for the differences that we hold.
Life can be so much more beautiful when we see the magnificence of that color difference, so much more to behold.
©chequred_one -
swastik_tsk
36w
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Soon, started the life. Soon started the pursuit for happiness. A common worker got his dream shattered when his small cap factory was burnt on an accident.
#poverty
#opression
#depression
#nomoneynohoney
#discrimination
#2k20
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**trolls too accepted. ��Electric Era
Nor the works made the change,
Neither the silence broke any cage.
Just a 0.1 spark pulse with limited range
Created a 1k watt rushing us into a maze.
Though some days were not so lit,
The nights were starfull and neat.
Bellies empty yet head not so in liberty
Made us to head down into the poverty
Keeping the pace maintain,
Wade o heart , duties remain.
Only was then happiness shines
When jolted with bolts without crimes.
©swastik_tsk
