#redolentc

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  • say_me_krish 9w

    @_hessa_ Purple inspirations.. I tried your style, is it good����
    @_thewordplayer @veloc1ty_ @petrichor_tales Thank you "Interview Inspirations" ��


    I tried to write something good, is it a fail? ��
    Any favorite lines?

    P.S:
    1. If you like to write a reply letter, tag me with #paramour_writes (I feel nobody gonna write��)
    2. Purely Fiction ����

    ~Penned and Posted on July 24, 2020.
    ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED.
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    *NO TITLE*
    (If you can suggest, I can add the title��)

    LETTER ✉
    To,
    The dear someone called 'MINE' in the drenched past,

    These mizzles by 7.52 in the evenings are something which always bring me to your doors of agapes, which are closed forcibly by you, forever..... After these senseless betrayals for three great years, the meaning of love I got was only this - "Choking PAIN in hearts and brains"

    Do you remember? We had seemingly built up our own universe- a serene one, filled with felicity. Our love was something which would sometimes be crushed roses- smashed by rough hands. Yet, the gentilesse stems of bonding always had place for new roses to bloom wide, attracting heartfelt souls. But now, things have seemingly changed, just as you moved yonders away from me. Over the days, being novaturient is what I want, but changes never swept my way.
    //Distances bring changes in the mind as well as the heart, for every garden has to lose yellowed grasses and drooped flowers as soon as time goes away from them//

    Days passed on and on, but our love never passed on to the next level. Our love just dusked as the sky does, but never appeared at its beauty; just faded out to vantablacks. 12 am had to gift me dark boxes though. The 6am  mornings and the sunshines just stopped embracing me; such a painful soul I was. Embracing me would perhaps make even sunshines darker; it had rays of glistening joy, and I had rays of excruciations and depressions. My perception that our saga would stay amaranthine also dusked; it was the same love which was iridescent- now became the darkest book, which none preferred to leaf into. I just learnt yearning to you over the years, but never got a step to move up. The susurrus zephyrs which seemed to caress me so gently have now become rageous storms for no reason, hitting my already fragile heart and shattering it to the tiniest smithereens. I am just left with just one question, "Why?"

    Now I understand- even an elfin chaos amidst the salt and sugar can hamper the taste of a delicacy made with utmost efforts. I'm still left with many questions though, which would perhaps never get cleared. My possessiveness, my emotions, my solicitude, what was the reason? Those initial days spent with you, a diary titled "Mine forever" filled with blank pages, a rose you gave me, now almost decomposed like my heart, and most importantly - PAIN, is what left with me now as mere memories. Maybe my unflappable nature was always misused by you, and many others too, who just left me barely nude with myriad agony all around.

    The blood in my arteries has stopped flowing, but still, this heart pumps a crimson- hued thing called BELIEF; an ethereal belief that you'll come back to me, realizing that I am a selcouth and a true soul. My heart has bore much pain than me myself, I wanted to transfer the pain to something else; how much can a 340gram weighing muscle bear? But, nobody can take this much, is the sad reality now .............

    They say, wine turns medicinal as it turns older. But why didn't our bonds strengthen and soothe as time flowed? The ineffable kalon in you is what my senses have already experienced, but this greedy soul wanted more, just a bit more. If not this, then what?
    I need answers, once and for all. If you can't get me out of the well, just don't. But don't let me drown into by digging it deeper.

    //I keep finding wrong ones,
    but I want love,
    Again and again//
    (lines from BOYFRIEND of Selena Gomez ❤️)

    From,
    Your betrayed one, Krish.


    ~S r i K r i s h n a P S
    And yes, my favourite word is PAIN.
    (Experience and pain relate��)

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    @cyan_rose Here!
    #blue_dear #blue_ineffable #blue_word_32 #blue_word_31 #blue_word_30

    @writersbay I merged many challenges. I hope it isn't a mess...
    #timec #yonderc #mizzlec #etherealc #wordc #duskc #chaosc #unflappable #myriadc #worthc #yearnc #redolentc #halcyonc #zephyrc #amaranthinec #selcouthc #kalonc

    @mirakee @writersnetwork
    " #lame_writes" #skp_writes #pod #ceesreposts #paramour_writes

             

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  • discoveringself 10w

    Purpose of the ethereal!

    Born a quaint flower,
    Ethereal and coy;
    Designed to bring joy;
    Delight the innocuous passerby!
    The fugacious nature of its being;
    Does not hinder it's intent!
    For even when wilted,
    It is redolent;
    Of the sweet scent;
    Of young guileless love;
    Lost between the fragile
    pages of a long gifted book!


    ©discoveringself
    18.07.2020

  • bluepuppy01 12w

    Um..this- I'm not too sure about. I feel like I forced it too much and focused a little more than I should have on the specific motions of objects before decisively ending whatever it could've been prematurely, but oh well- it is what it is��

    Challenge tags:
    Midnight #midnightc #bluescene
    Redolent #redolentc
    Zephyr #zephyrc #bayentry
    Iridescent #iridescentc #blue_word_32
    Evince #blue_word_19 #cyanentry
    Phantasm #blue_word_05 #bluepup
    Susurrus #blue_word_31
    Dive, Shallow, Quiver, Generous,
    Redolent, Summon #blue_word_33
    Delphic #blue_word_28
    POV of Something Abstract #aubic
    Shadow POV: #blue_pov_07
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    Loom of Midnight Monsters

    Midnight fog swam with the invisible currents, floating towards the forest that wouldn’t be eerie without it. Where the fog crosses through the shallow winds of change, I lurk in the depths of an ocean where they never dare to dive too deep.

    Following relentlessly, like a remora to a manta ray of heavy mist, we move in sync over the quivering blades of grass seeming to suddenly grow dull upon our arrival as if the presence of a ghostly fog and its shadows could belittle the sharpness of the tools in the shed that is the backwoods. As they quiver in fear, the susurrus of their timid cries contributes to the macabre atmosphere we’ve waded our way into whilst maneuvering through the transparent blue of the sky ‘neath the sky.

    With this welcome, we haughtily and hauntingly glide onward between tall, grotesque beings with needles and broader grass blades growing out from their rough, scaly skin. It is here where I stealthily blend into the darker shades ‘neath these trees where even the moonlight cannot reach.

    Buried under the zephyr of silver clouded waves lacking iridescent sheens yet drifting above Lady Earth among fellow brethren, I somehow drown in something redolent of the feeling a specter gets when convincing a human how perhaps it isn’t just a phantasm, for this bewitching hour is the prime time for creatures, commonly dismissed as ordinary occurrences of nature, like us, to come out evincing to the inhabitants of this world the monsters we truly are.

    It is our purpose. We are here, as commanded by the summoning of our Delphic master, to generously flood this humanity infested realm with terror. Therefore, how could one, such as I, not be immersed in rapture when traversing through the midnight of a planet unaware, thus far, of the future that awaits it?

    ©bluepuppy01
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    Btw, if it ain't obvious enough, all I did was overly describe the movements of fog, wind, shadows, and a forest through the point of view of a cloud of fog's shadow during midnight...
    but then, in the end, it sort of had a supernatural element ��‍♀️

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    Loom of
    Midnight Monsters
    ©bluepuppy01

  • silly_lad 12w

    Hey, Champ hope you great✨
    We might never meet each other still I know you
    You boy/girl don't know but you're special
    Someone who will soon be born to your mother.
    Girl, whom I love with my whole heart
    But I am not your biological father
    Rather I am someone who's apart from that
    Your someone, always there for you
    Whenever you command.
    Thinking why I am telling this to you and
    Mind baffling all around with thoughts when you will get this letter If you get it by chance.
    Be relax, your mother never loved anyone more than your father and I never ever loved someone more than your mother...
    She's the girl every guy have fallen for in our times
    I am also one of those guys but with the exception
    That I got a chance to be your mother's friend
    She is a wholehearted person, She never complicated situations rather face it with ample ability.
    And your father has got a person one always admire
    Doesn't mean that I am unlucky,
    Despite I am luckier than him as he got her
    but I named myself to her wholly
    But I always wished that one day I will have her
    but not without the same love as I feel for her.
    I have always used to imagine All of US as home
    later did I infer she is someone else better half.
    I wrote this to you as I know she can never be mine
    and don't want to win her rather love her which I am still in with her.
    I am telling all this as I always wanted to have a family with her but destiny has other options for me
    That is being single but internally married to your mother. Because you are that part of her blood I always hope to spend my every day with as a biological parent of yours...
    Your First sight through my eyes and holding you first with my hands and wrapped under my arms.
    Me and your mother sitting together and me full of tears of happiness pouring out in the joy of having you in my life, I hope I could be there.
    Your little hands and toes are the first thing I would hope to see, please do get pictures clicked champ
    Your mother, fully passionate girl for photoshoots
    And new Clothes,
    Your first word, which I might not hear but also do record it too
    Your toys which I will send for you through a parcel
    May reach you first as I cannot attend your born day celebration. It will get me tears out of eyes not because you are born but you are not that part of my blood that you of your mother.
    I hope I could take you to the morning walks and could see your first step of the walk.
    Your babbling voice during sleep nights, the most precious talk I would miss it, also record it too as I can only hope.
    Your smirking smiles in the sleep or when your mother feeding you and you been playing smart my champ.
    You're laying down over me and we both together,
    Two children to your mother, I will miss it.
    If you're a boy
    then teaching you the values and seeing you respecting everyone irrespective of where they belong.
    Seeing you enjoying with your grandparents and
    those happy faces of them making me Feel
    Complete with All Of US...
    Getting you trained with whatever sport you like
    And seeing your growth day by day to a great son
    Supporting you in every turning point of the Life...
    And If you're a girl
    Will be giving my princess every happiness she deserves like her mom,
    Seeing my princess getting grown-up
    with all values, one should do
    Neve hesitate to correct us whenever she finds unfair
    Will be the best friend for you, princess��
    Every passion of yours is our life motto
    Dropping you to school and picking up you back to home after my office work's done.
    I Hope I could do it all, no worries Not me but your biological father will experience this happiness step by step.
    I will not be there but whenever you wish for me If your mother ever told about her Generous Idiot.
    Otherwise will be by myself find you and will be experiencing your birth, not from near but from far
    Always remember your mother is the best girl
    I ever Encounter my whole life...
    She is the jewel of my life
    and You, the diamond of that Jewel without your presence she is my only love and after you, I can truly entirely say I have found my ever last happiness of life, Champ always be with her.
    I never have been in love with anyone more than her
    Every word of her voice whispers to me the feel of
    Pure soul canvasing my heart with all Beautiful shades of the world.
    Be like her and learn the pattern of love and life.
    She, maybe not my Juliet, Heer, or Sahiba but I am her Romeo who has never named himself for anyone other than her. She is the reason for my life and every path to success.
    Never let her feel alone as she fears dark but with your bright shimmering charm, she will be more strong like every mother with her born child.

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay @bluepuppy01
    #mirakee #writernetwork #iridescentc #redolentc #chrysalisc #blue_veneer

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    Letter to champ

    Iridescent pearl matured from the Fetus
    Possess redolent aura like her
    little cacoon evolved from the shell
    Nurtured you nine months inside the womb
    Protecting you from every little worry
    You are the chrysalis of a butterfly
    Soon will be brought to the world
    With wings veneer holding love and freedom
    ©her_captain

  • bclark2681 12w

    Redolent

    The scent of her fragrance intoxicated me
    With redolent memories of a night when her
    Perfumed lust was within my white sheets
    ©bclark2681

  • pinknpurple 12w

    .
    His
    redolent
    memories are now
    a disturbed moonglade on my
    puddle of tears where I found
    my last paper boat
    sunken and
    torn .
    ©pinknpurple

  • mirakeewrites_ 12w

    Room still redolent of pink azealeas and scattered glass,
    Wind filled with nostalgia just too heavy to pass,
    surrounding faded pale light,
    he was too far, now out of sight.
    Twilight's chariot moved towards dawn,
    her eyes still searched him and dreamt on.
    She still waited for him and wrote those love songs,
    Still ready to relive all rights and forget all wrongs.
    She waited by the old tree where they used to meet,
    with every passing footstep her heart missed a beat.
    He went on and on , never looked back,
    Too many days passed, even she lost the track.
    His love too fragile broke her heart,
    They never met again , both lived worlds apart.
    His memories were her fuel which she used,
    to run her life , pen and people were amused.
    how she wrote beautifully, with so much pain,
    never again she went down the lovers lane.
    Her pen and diary were her only escape,
    She found solace and was never again in bad shape.
    lived her life, set her soul free,
    Now she wrote love songs beneath the same old tree.
    making their love eternal she wrote a ballad,
    about a boy who once loved a poet.....


    #redolentc
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    #writersnetwork @writersnetwork
    #mirakee @mirakee
    #pod

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    Promptings of her heart mentioned sadness never again,
    For she had learnt to dance in the rain....
    ©mirakeewrites_

  • pallavi4 12w

    Redolent

    You remind me of a restful summer’s eve
    After a hot and humid summer day
    Of a cool breeze that blows carefree
    With it taking all of life’s troubles away

    You remind of the ocean vast
    Near a sandy, pebbled beach
    A colourful kite traversing the skies
    Within yet out of reach

    You remind me of a white lily
    And all it’s beauty and poise
    Like the sweet jasmine fills a home
    Without any fuss or noise

    You remind me of the moonlit sky
    Silent , serene yet ablaze
    With rays of white lights
    Leaving me forever amazed

    You remind me of the solid ground
    With the strength of the great earth
    Your memory is redolent of us together
    And it’s weight in gold is worth

    @pallavi4

    Pic credit : pinterest

    1st of July, 2020

    #redolentc #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • anugraha_99 12w

    "May be this is why we read, and why in moments of darkness we return to books: to find words for what we already know."

    #PoetryWednesday #redolentc #josephstar
    #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #pod

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite

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    Books,
    Its bold words,
    Words giving purpose.
    I find meaning in its pages,
    Its pages redolent of hope,
    Hope quashing darkness.
    So I prize,
    Books.
    ©anugraha_99

  • sumanaa_ 12w

    The pages of my diaries,
    I flip through them one by one,
    Reading every word,
    Tracing every character,
    These diaries are filled with me,
    Redolent of my innocence and naivety of that age,
    They contain my mind and heart,
    They reflect my growth with time,
    These diaries are the treasures of my childhood,
    The mementos of my teenage,
    The memorabilia of my youth,
    I travel back in time,
    Through these relics of my past,
    And live through those days again,
    Oh such beautiful days!
    Oh such lovely days!

    ©sumanaa_

  • sruthisankari 12w

    Crossing skies

    Some of us are aliens
    that abandoned our flights
    and the redolent spaces of home,
    to fall in love with this mud covered Earth
    that breeds humans and their
    savagery, love, kindness, hate,
    suffering, blessing, battles and hope!
    ©sruthisankari

  • _nikithasharmabts_rare 12w

    The redolent of
    her presence
    Increased with
    Each stroke of her
    Face Painted, on
    His canvas of heart,
    By his paint brush
    Of memories.
    _Nikitha Sharma

  • artist_without_art 12w

    Missed call

    It has been too long;
    I opened the diary
    I saw all the poems
    I'd penned for you
    Your beauty sketched
    In words inadequate;
    The sunflower you had given
    Stuck between the pages
    Now withered and crumpled;
    Your name scribbled
    Multiple times over,
    Like a mantra;
    All the memories came
    Rushing in,
    Memories that I'd blocked out;
    All the first times,
    Why does it somehow
    seem trivial?
    The diary is redolent of
    The once requited love..
    ©artist_without_art

  • zohiii 12w

    Rage
    against the
    kalopsia that
    annihilation veils in;
    redolent, lucid embers,
    burn out soon, leaving
    ash, dust and
    pity.
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    I removed punctuation in the picture, cause it was hindering the aesthetic layout.

    Thankyou so much @writersnetwork for always supporting!

    #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee @writersnetwork #ceesreposts
    #PoetryWednesday #redolentc @writersbay #writersbay #josephstar

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  • raika 12w

    This is scribble and I didn't sprinkle it with anything fancy. Raw it is. Skip :) #redolentc #hbwgold


    I was looking for the remains of us in the moon last night. The same moon we used to watch, hanging on the same sky hovering over our heads but from different places. The moon was shining and the moonlight made my eyes teary and the focus blur.

    It smiled at me, the way you used to. The way you'd do if I'll whisper 'i love you' in your ear. But I don't. I am not scared that you won't say it back. I am afraid, it'll leave scars on your heart. The way it has done in the past days. You've tried your best to hide those scars from me, but the moon doesn't lie.

    The moon reflected your existence last night. It brought me packets of redolent memories along with photons. I am sorry if the moon didn't reflect my love last night. My heart was sorrounded by clouds of lonliness, it might have not been able to radiate anything. Not even pain. Did the moon tell you about my tired soul?

    Last night I wrote looking at moon all the things my lips are afraid to set free. I know you haven't smiled in a while and this will only make you cry. I am sorry I haven't talked to you in a while, but what if I say I'll write to you, everyday. Will you hear all the things my tongue is afraid to let go but my heart has held them close? Will you uncode the I love you's in my poetries? Will you smile?


    Happy birthday week, you. 1/7

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  • writersbay 12w

    'For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes'.
    - F Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

    Write a poem/prose/one liner using the word redolent.
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