Mirakee
Are you brave enough to love her,
Even if she lives within her dreams
To taste a little bit of death half asleep?
You prefer to hold on to her,
Even if she loves to sip bitter emotions
To spill poetry from dreadful scars?
You wanna exchange rings with her,
Even if she inhales awful misery
To show off an outcome of victory?
Would you dare to marry her,
Even if your days and nights
Get agonized by nightmares
Twisted from her knotty dreams?
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The sun hasn't risen yet?
It's okay
Let's count the glowing tiny stars
Is the morning taking too long?
It's okay
Let's sleep for a little longer
Are you lost in darkness?
It's okay
Let's brighten up the room with candles
You get what I'm saying, right?
Everything is okay,
The tears, sweat, rejections, scoldings,
failures and heart breaks
As long as you have another day
So, let yourself get a little lost today
To figure out a unique path tomorrow
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When my soul gets renounced as a whole, I creep into my hazy imagination to impregnate her with unfettered emotions and devolve myself into an embryo to take solace in her umbilical cord of reveries...
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Reminiscence of A Lush Yard
There was once a tiny yet lush yard
Where pure green grasses conceived
The vibrant charms of childhood
And the gentle breezes gave birth to
Some comforting melodies of lullabies.
The vidyarambh* of a tremendous life
Was celebrated within its brownish soil
Where the heart beats of toddlers
Stumbled and cried time and again
Before succeeding in their baby steps
The honeycomb of blossomed scarlet
Freed the ground of all its thirst and
The sunburns of daylight got numbed
In taste of the sweet cold fruit salad
That fragranced of warm camaraderies
The yellowish leaves of maturity veiled
The impoverished land with wistful smiles
When the thuds and claps of lively youth
Were fading with the vivid four seasons to
Melt in those illusions of love and care.
Now, the yard is gone so as the hums,
The fragrance, the view and the joy and
What's left, is an aloof desert where even
The flies and bees are starving to death
In dearth of all the berries and merries.
*Vidyarambh: an Indian ceremony related to the beginning of learning.
_ Avanthika
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13w
I wanna fly
Breathing the sky
Neither to touch the stars
Nor to bring the moon home
But, just to feel the joy
In flying pretty high
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14w
I LOST MY MIND, NOT MY LIFE
I'm insane
Someone who lost identity
in a split of second
I laugh, I cry
but, the tears I shed
no longer wet your heart
neither my blood
since I completely lost it
_ my dreams, love and dignity
I'm insane
A prisoner without a crime
if my existence doesn't count
I scream, I weep
but, the noise I make
no longer shakes your heart
neither my silence
since you ruthlessly stole them
_ my opinions, thoughts and emotions
I'm insane
A soul who lost meaning
in a few mental breakdowns
I listen, I see
but, the words I utter
no longer excite your heart
neither my poems
since you carelessly threw them out
_ my curiosity, vision and ideas
But, I'm still alive
A man with flesh and blood
I breath I sense and I stumble
in the firmly fettered chains
made of unwritten laws
I dream I love and I get hurt
in the silver key of contempt
I have been locked into
until my deserted heart
faces an untimely demise
within the shock treatments that
penetrates sanity and wisdom
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14w
Sometimes we are nothing other than coffins sheltering lifeless souls. Everyone dies a few times before the pretty lively ticks, because a breeze of death is essential before the blossoming of life. For a while, everything around us goes dull and weary, but we just pretend we are alive, listening to the gentle hush of our sighs. Even the air that gives us life goes out of motivation then, striking our nostrils with weight of breath instead of the tender poke it used to give. The repeated visuals that keep flashing before our eyes percolates through our head, exhausting both body and mind and the strident noise of silence takes us to another universe where even the whispers of leaves rattle our minds. We get resurrected when we break out of that dangerously quite world to the former one with a revamped soul which can persist even in the tedious flow of life. We get to live again in the breath we take, visuals we see, sounds we hear and the things we touch as they will celebrate the gift of life from then on having done with the miseries of death while we are still alive.
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A GUILTLESS THIRST (Short story)
My nerves are breaking out of my body, tormenting me from head to toe and my heart beats like crazy as if it wants to explode. I hear the noise of something getting broken, but is it the fiber flask that slipped of my hand or something within myself? May be I’m also shrinking into small particles along with these shattered pieces of the expensive fiber flask. After that call, I haven’t been in my right mind as it emptied out every bit of my sanity. I hugged my pillow with all my might, hoping to calm my upset stomach and tensed chest. Running towards the yard, I threw up out of extreme stress, but failed to desert my memories along. Even her pretty smile I used to admire turned into a terrible memory that provokes my anxious heart.
It will be a lie if I describe this news as unexpected, because I had foreseen it a long time ago. I saw the devilish misfortune coming towards everyone subsequently. But still, this is too unfair for me, because Arathi was the only light that reflected upon me in this terrible darkness.
Only after living in this horrendous dystopia of bloodshed, I realized how peaceful my life was before. I lost count of time and date ever since I began residing here, a place where clouds are filled with blood rather than water, and vivid colours of vibrion are overshadowed by terrible shades of red. When my feelings began to get numbed in this hell, she lighted the first ray of hope to my life.
For me, she was a mood enhancer who turned even my pessimistic thoughts into something meaningful. She kept hoping for a better tomorrow, avoiding the reality of human greed and its consequences. My ears had worn out from her advice to consider the troublesome present as a dark age before a bright future, where all those violence would just be some memories of a peaceful city. But, I knew some futures were supposed to remain as futures forever.
My desire to see her one last time gave some strength to my body. May be my mind is being generous enough to fulfill my last dream, the dream of giving away the words I left unuttered with a kiss on her frozen head. But, how am I supposed to look at her face when it doesn't bloom that pretty smile anymore? May be I never had a right to see her happy face as I always ignored the sorrowful shadow it carried. But, what made her do such a thing? What was wrong with her life? Was it too miserable that she had no choice but to give up on it? I can't think of anything other than suspicions on her incredulous act. The things she liked and admired are injecting a sense of despair in my mind, reminding me how our last breath blows off even the slightest joy of our achievements.
I took a cab to reach Gonola street, the place where she was found dead. Reaching there, I ran towards her flat room, devastated and anxious at the same time. The sight when I opened the door took me aback, forcing me step backwards. The heart touching lines I piled up for her eulogy got vanished in the weight of her breath.
"You are okay?"
I wondered why I heard such an absurd news.
"Look at the blood in your hands."
She said, startled at my sudden appearance.
"Oh! I'm bleeding. When did I get injured?"
I raised my eye brows in surprise.
"You are not injured Ren. It's not even your blood."
She seemed disturbed by my presence.
I looked at my hands carefully, trying to recall how it happened. When I observed closer, my brownish hand seemed pretty in that red bathe. I noticed my drained throat that's eager to satisfy thirst.
"Was it you, the one who spreaded false news? "
While licking the tasty blood, I asked.
"You despised coming hear even if I requested, right? Then why are you desperate now? I think I know why.
Because you are a filthy vampire who is fond of cold blood... "
She replied with disgust.
Her contempt isn’t strong enough to cause me guilt, as my eyes overshadowed my hearing when they wandered around seeking a perfect corpse to suck in more blood.
#mirakee #writernetwork #story #mystery #drama #sentimental #suspense #silhouette_poetrywrites"The things she liked and admired are injecting a sense of despair in my mind, reminding how our last breath blows off even the slightest joy of our achievements..."
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17w
A Courageous Hug
I used to be a coward who prioritized rational mind over emotional heart. Even if I heard the weeps of my poor soul writhing in discomfort, I veiled its sorrowful face with excuses. One day, I embraced that soul with all the courage I mustered up so far. It was too cold to touch and too fragile to lean on, but that hug vanquished my existential crisis in a fleet of second, giving me a super natural power to survive a thousand snowfalls. That second gave beautiful meanings to all the little things I have ever done in my life.
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17w
REBIRTH IN PASSION
One day, I fell asleep in
an abyss of diffidence,
Swimming through my
Vibrant passion, savouring
Both bliss and anguish
In deep and heavy lines,
Ardently befriending
The exotic creatures in
Lucid dreams,
When I woke up,
My feeble heart
Committed suicide in
The mediocrities of reality
to retrieve that immortal soul
That meanders through
Alien planets, seeking
New languages to pen
My friekish emotions
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18w
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Life that gets spelled within a time, how does it feel like? A poem on someone who lives within the shadow of death.
Inspired from 'Uncontrollably Fond'. ��
#mirakee #writersnetwork #loneliness #death #silhouette_poetrywritesA Life Shadowed by Death
When earth wakes to sunrise,
Death lies narcotized in moonlight
The raindrops that adorn nature
Fades in a touch of his futile soul
The soil that lusters in sunshine
Chants the silence of graveyards
Glorious night asleep dreams of
him shivering alone in a cold coffin
Glow of fleeting joy gets dimmed
In the sorrow of eternal darkness
Leaf of new hopes hangs herself
In an umbilical cord of despair.
Fantasy of life gets vanished in
The grieving reality of departure
Weight of breath tangles with lungs,
Making him pant for the last sigh
Eventually that shadow percolates
Through his veins, replacing the
Anxious nerves with nullified bones...
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19w
A Remembrance of Happiness
At moments of estrangement, the
Surprising knocks that rattled my mind
Take a cab to my dreams, reminding
Where my insomniac ideas were sheltered
And who gave me twin sister vibes by
Intertwining her hands to mine, then
The stern voice that ridiculed my
Groundless fears adds voice overs to
Those visuals, Pointing out a mirror that
Neither compliments nor discourages,
But just see things as it is...
My senses that were numbed for long
Get boosted in the smell of pakoda
That baked of care and affection, and
My left alone heart befriends those
Teleported fugitive cuss words that
Flavors both anger and sorrow at once
And, my quest for life fades in those
Nostalgic moments when I was
Nothing other than a stubborn daughter,
An annoying Sister or a loyal friend as
It reminds me how happy I used to be...
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"If you were that much happy yesterday, why did you pull an all nighter?"
"The night was cuddling my abundant happiness in silence and I felt I shouldn't waste such a pretty moment in sleep. "
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22w
"I don't care if this is a beautiful lie without a slight trace of truth.
I don't care if this is a random dream that vanishes once I wake up
I feel this moment, and it feels too good. That's all that matters. "
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I'm the fire that warms up your frozen heart,
The screw that fixes your shattered soul,
The key that unlocks your imprisoned mind.
Until your heart gains its beat again
Until your soul feels life again
Until your mind is free to dream again
Let me be your shadow that never fades even in darkness...
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24w
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A quote from my short story 'A Slice of Me'
#mirakee #writersnetwork #silhouette_poetrywrites #life"I was neither in heaven nor hell, because I believed ambitions always led to disappointments, but the middle point between them was worse as it lacked life... "
_ A Slice of Me
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25w
A Home Without Me
After death tied the knot with me,
he granted me a wish and I
chose to come back once again,
not to experience something more
but to witness a home without me..
When I entered my bedroom,
curious to see a place without me,
Letters of my favourite novels
were dancing between the walls,
desparate to meet their reader's eyes,
and the melody I left unfinished
was flowing through the air
seeking a dignified ending,
and the notes of piano were
pleading the keys to give them life...
When I moved to the kitchen
desiring to meet a mother without me,
she was sitting in the chair
trying to laugh for those stupid jokes
I told her a long time ago,
and the noodles packet was
pocking her for freedom from that cage
unaware of their loses of identity,
and the oats were turning gray and old
without touching a perfect tongue.
When I walked towards guestroom
hoping to observe a father without me,
he was stitching my teddy bear
with great care as if it could feel pain,
and the places I planned to visit
were building a grand trunk road in his
brain, leaving wrinkles on his forehead
and the jimikkies he promised me were
crying out their sorrows of insecurity
without having a chance for shelter
Facing a home full of myself,
other than a state of my absence
I longed for a heart to ache,
an eye to shed tears of grief,
a voice to scream out agony,
as my mind whispered,
"If only I knew I was so much alive
I wouldn't have put a full stop
in place of a comma, but
rather would have left it blank
leaving some better choices
to complete it some other time..."
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LIFE IMPRISONMENT
Wincing from the bruising fights
I punched the fence with anger,
tired of the perpetual struggles, but
ended up hurting myself again.
Scared by the strident noises,
I knocked at the barred doors
seeking a way to break out, but
got startled more by their echo.
Suffocated by the visions inside
I closed my eyes for a brief nap,
aiming for a relieving dream, but
was crumbled by zombie dreams.
The ground was nauseating and
I was stomped by evil spirits, but
I embraced the hassles all at once
after touching the unique key that
opens the door shivered me in cold
as I preferred to bear a life of difficulty
rather than inviting a death of tranquility.
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27w
AN ELEGANT DREAM
The night is stimulant
in its luxuriant darkness,
shaded by delicate moonlight
and, I disremember sleep in
the luster of vivid stars that
keep popping out festively
from the black blanketed sky
but I draw an elegant dream in
the perfect canvas of black
which shelters mellow lights
unlike the egoistic sunshine
that swallows the nuances
in its abundant gleams...
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27w
ANOTHER WORLD
I was lonely
before I opened
the door of cineland
where countless heroes
who lives in vivid rooms
let me stay anywhere,
offering an emotional ride
I was lonely
before I entered
the universe of words
where unicolored pages
froze the time with
letters that attainted infinity,
dragging me from reality
I was lonely
before I peeped through
the world of music
where all the feelings
got celebrated by
a magical flow of melody,
following clarinet music
I was lonely
before I visited
the artistic island
where every minute was
vibrated in creativity
by an embrace of nature,
showering a rainfall of ideas
My soul attained paradise
since my body began to travel
through those different countries
and my mind replaced
the ennui of loneliness
with the charm of liveliness...
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