"Raindrop"
A drop of rain is like a sudden knock at
the door. Unexpected, yet often welcomed
With a smile.
©rabiyabanday__
#fabric
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rabiyabanday__ 15w
A
drop
of rain is
like a sudden
Knock at the door.
Unexpected, yet often
welcomed with a smile. It
can brighten your day or ruin
Your plans. It can make you laugh
or make you sad. Whether the raindrop
is moving fast or slow, or is big or small,
it always gets everyone's attention. A rain_
drop contains many secrets.it is a bubble of
anticipation and surprise. It cleanses the
it feeds the flowers, and fills the holes. The
raindrop is never silent. It bangs on the
roof, spatters on the window, or
splashes into a puddle.
A raindrop.
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#pod#fabric @mirakee @mirakeeworld
#mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork -
chagan_arshiya 31w
Stitching through the fabric of life
Went across many tangles to fight
Interlacing together every piece of heart
Burnt to ashes to give off the light
©futurepublisher -
inborn_scribbler 32w
Epithet
Sins percolating the pores of heaven,
souteneur of sinners
disparaging the nucleus of goodwill,
a warped desire
fraught with fire in the belly,
berating the gardener
and the water lilies,
symbolizing humility,
campaigning for devotion.
Nemesis’s modus operandi
on vengeance,
wasn’t exceptional.
Who's the doppelganger?
Who's orginal?
Uniqueness dies an ordinary death.
Was it even born in the first place?
In the fabric of angels
contrasted with demons,
grab hold of the grey skin,
cast off the monochrome of compartments.
Hell is as heavenly as Eden,
and Heaven is on top of the power game
because who bids for Hell?
Providing such a hazy insurance.
©songbriti -
iamgyaaani 32w
The fabric of my heart has been torn
Ever since "we can never be together" I've known.
©iamgyaaani -
Fabric
We are woven into each other's fabric
Like warps and wefts
Bound into Ghiordes knots and Senneh knots
Into a satin wave of spacetime silk
©drschrodinger -
Yet unstitched...
Our fabric is yet unstitched,
I weave us one stitch at a time...
Threads of seven colours, people judge, people laugh...
Hollow are their hearts... Unlike ours...
Our shadows will dance, a start of new romance.
A fabric, so strong, so beautiful, stitched entirely with love.
For love, my love, is all I can give you. Seven colours, I dream, I breathe, I live of, I live for.
Our love will be legendary.
©the_nonchalant_one -
The fabric of divinity is entwined around me whole, to protect me from evil and to nurture my soul.
©divinity_unearthed -
Little piece of fabric
I have always been coy,
Too scared to shine out...
Those crowded lanes and paths,
The numbness always seeks me out...
But by the dawn,
When the winds gets cold....
I wrap my favourite blanket
With the fabric little old,
My abashed soul find it's solace...
Wiping my tears with happiness in trace...
It has always been true friend of mine,
That little piece of fabric,
Has never been greedy but kind...
It has seen me cry,
Balling my eyes out...
Holding my loud screams,
Away from judgemental crowd...
It held me close,
I kept it even closer...
It never showed expectations,
Or needed to be pleased every time...
That little piece of fabric,
Has became a part of mine....
©layered_nuance2 -
Will you?
When I'll wrap you up in the threads of logic,
Will you correct my philosophy?
When I'll hide behind the facets of rationality,
Will you propose the theories of romanticism?
When I'll apply the procedure established by law,
Will you help me with the principles of reasonableness?
When I'll structure our life with facts and figures,
Will you cover it up with the fabric of your poetry?
Will you?
©dishadinesh -
...
-
leena_afsha_ishrot 32w
☑️
She doesn't shriek aloud
But Mirakee is the only place,
Where she bleeds, she wipes out her fear and tears
She cannot escape from anguished
Yet jotting down is the way,
By which she remains calm
She admires to portrait every marvelous fabric of the horizon
She owes to taste every less glorified thing,
Wrath, pleased, agony, regret are ingredients of life
Regardless, trust, respect, and love can be earned
Bold, fragile, flaws, modest suits her
Laying on the bed like a corpse
She shows hardly any emotions
As if her life has turned upside down
Earlier she renounces in every small thing
As time goes on,
She laments elegy
©leena_afsha_ishrot
#leena_unsaidwords #pen #death #mirakee #fabric #cees_hbm_hall #happybirthday @jiya_khan @writersnetwork @bhootni @searching_self @mirakee @meltingfeelingsIngredients of life
~penned on 19 July 2k20
Time :- 12:35 a.m.
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©leena_afsha_ishrot -
mirakeewrites_ 32w
If life be a fabric, mirakee is the finest needle that allows me to sew the most beautiful tapestry to it.
If life be a painting, mirakee is the brushstroke that makes it ethereal.
If life be a rainbow, mirakee is that sunlight without which this rainbow would be too faint and dull.
If life be a song, mirakee adds the rhythm to it, making it melodious,magical to the ear.
If life be a school, mirakee has been a great teacher to me, teaching me about different experiences,lessons, behaviours,most importantly womderful people, it has given me a completely different perspective to life.
If life be a book, mirakee is my favourite chapter that I can read over and over again and yet it remains as magical and interesting as the first time.
If life be a galaxy, million stars hanging and shimmering, mirakee is my pole star always guiding me through the right path even in darkness.
If life be story, mirakee is the favourite character of that story which stays in my heart forever.
M. I. R. A K. E. E.
I. S.
M_ My solace in chaos of this world
I _Inspiration for me and many more people
R _Radiant with wonderful people & thoughts
A _Alive with all emotions and expressions
K _Kind of haven for me ,where I can be myself
E _Ethereal world, that is hard to find anywhere else
E _Eternal Love,the kind which exists only in books
Lots of thanks Mirakee. oops miraquill.....
and Happy birthday
©mirakeewrites_
#etherealc
#fabric
#cees_hbm_chall
#writersbay @writersbay
#writersnetwork @writersnetwork
#mirakee @mirakeeMirakee is the.....
Heartbeat to my heart,
Rhyme to my poems,
Meaning to my prose,
Ink to my pen,
Life to my soul,
And a lot more...
©mirakeewrites_ -
kuhelika 32w
Creativity:
Imaginative power
that binds artists
with fibres of passion
to create fabric of love,
embellishing the genuine attire of splendor!
©kuhelika -
Moulding her thoughts
In to the word
She started entangling
The threads from the
Fabric of her life
As she enfolds a new colour
Takes a form
A new desire a new journey
A new path to unfold
She started playing with the threads
Weaving the fabric back to life
That was once lost
By her unkindness to herself
Now she had taken the thread
And weaves a fabric
Not like the black & white of past
But took all the colours
Of the rainbow
Which will now define her path.......
~Aparna -
shaabie 32w
मेरी गलती थी
ख़्वाब बुनने की दुनिया में, बस रफू की आस थी,
ज़रकारी के दुनिया में सादे मलमल की उम्मीद करना मेरी गलती थी।
मोती जड़े लफ़्ज़ों में, चंद बूटियों की तलाश थी,
मीनाकारी के आँचल में अमियों के छापे खोजना मेरी गलती थी।
रंगाई के सब रंग खुशनुमा, दुपट्टे में बस एक रंग की दरख़्वास्त थी,
पक्के दमकते रंगों में कच्चे फ़िरोज़ी की जिद्द करना मेरी गलती थी।
©शाबी -
the_acataleptic_ 32w
The fabric of our love,
we spun with care
threaded together
with forlorn memories
and pain ingrained
made fitted robes
for us, young and
equally frustrated with life!!
The first time we wore it,
that fabric felt like water,
gentle and cool,
cleansing the wounds
eroding the shields within,
effortlessly flowing inside
and we floated around
in the waves it made around us!!
The first time we danced,
and our robes touched
there was a jolt
electric and exhilarating
it left a trail of goosebumps
on my skin,leaving us flushed
and out of breath like
two trees caught in a thunderstorm !!
The first time we kissed and
you hugged me,
you said you had never felt
anything quite like it,
that it felt like touching a cloud,
which was softly brushing us,
like the air envelopes all space
and like a bubble, away we flew!!
But alas! There was just one element
to us I had forgotten,
the fire I had within me,
scalding and molten
in a shape akin to me,
which was left not tended to, broke out
finally, and lit us on fire
as those flames flayed the fabric we wove!!
Time, the fair healer,
poured ice onto us,
easing the sores
inside and out!!
But somehow, that cold never left me,
and all I see is that fabric of our love,
now a dune of dust ,
scattered into this very earth!!
#fabric #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #lovelostElementary
is that love we shared!!
©the_eclectic_witch -
The fabric of our relationship has started fading........ But we together will make sure it's not torn.....
©ethereal_soul -
इश्क की डोर
न कच्ची न कमजोर
जिसके मुलजि़म हम और वो चोर
जिसने चुराया दिल बिना किए शोर
©her_captain -
Memories..
That wonderful day, that ist glimpse of love
When the happiness was never ending
That adoring Beauty,that blissful array
Monsoon showering the rains those songs dedicated
Yeah!!! All this was Fabricated...
©mahrukhmushtaq_ -
anhaga 32w
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@mirakee @writersnetwork @sproutedseeds @ovais43 @justhannah
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My first attempt to write a concrete poetry.
Also one line in the poem is inspired by the man's search for meaning. I haven't copied anythng though.PLATONIC LOVE
A walk to remember
Ethereal night,utopic azure in alluring
shades of amaranthine scarlet moon blen-
-ded with the gravid clouds. Oblivious of self, det-
- atched from world, a carefree girl & insouciant poetic
boy gleaming, glowing,lighting dark while they ramble
in the alley of ecstasy.Playful zephyr subtly flirts with
her sleek curls. Both silent yet exchanging cosmos by
mellifluous tune of heartbeat & euphony of the soul's
symphony.Cherishing moments & stirring pristine fond
memories. Weaving FABRICS of solace and intimacy
Stressed and hopeless dreams leisurely awakens.
Stardust igniting all cold fantasies and wishes!!
Impalpably girdled by life, beauty and peace.
Love raining, drenching in passionate fire,
rekindling faith, they relentlessly prance.
Heaven celebrates and memorializes
their warm journey & togetherness.
Eros & Aphrodite lost in perpetual
cotemplation of the boundless
glory of their pious romance.
Time flying, night ready to
sleep. Starlit sky forever
changing colours and
impatient sun rises
to bless and kiss
prosperous
eternity.
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