Mirakee
Isolophilia I
Sun blending orange in the sky,
A calmness as it closes its eyes,
Its sleep awakes the moon and it's companions tonight,
The moon,
With its tranquil and gloom,
Is a pal of lonely travellers,
Climbing the hills with their isolophilia,
And the stars above their head.
The travelers alluring its beauty,
The stars shining among it,
The night sky backdrop,
All fail to discern its secluded desire,
The true master of isolophilia,
Choosing its different sides for different nights.
©themysticalreads
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SHE WRITES
She writes in her dangling handwriting
Her emotions blurring the vision,
the page soaked at places she beautified...
Her feelings in knots,
she sits with a lump in her throat
Wet cheeks, heavy eye lashes,
in her dangling handwriting
She inks tales
Tales of a faraway solitary elm
Home to a free anima, a bleak faith...
Faded graphite peaks through the previous pages,
Witnesses of the days she cried
when she sat and wrote
Her dangling handwriting
Said it all
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TRUCKS ON THE ROAD
Every dark night
In the blue light,
Under the shimmers
Settled in the sky,
a bleak anima lingering
near the shrubs and everywhere,
a faint distant sound is heard
Moving on with their lives,
the truck drivers on empty roads
With a vernacular melody,
they continue to move on,
under the shimmers of the night sky.
Every dark night
In the lamp light,
A girl sits by the window
As the bleak brisk perpetuates
A cultural distant melody she hears
Hugs her folded legs and sits calm
And notices how the trucks go on.
©_kaushiki_ -
Dark Warmth
Dark hedges
They're the gloomy eyes;
Paths that want to be walked on
For the luring mist
to be dazzled by a presence,
a soul, someone's eyes and touch,
a feel, of being, of something living,
Warm and joyous
©_kaushiki_ -
james_taumas
1w
Inside
Punished for crimes
Unspeakable brutality
Savage anger untethered
Purgatory opens wide
Confined and solitary
Left with my thoughts
Rewind all the wrongs
Explore the other path
Fantasy life
Suffer within these bars
Freedom through a pinhole.
©james_taumas -
Being alone never mattered much.
But solitary affects.
A lot.
©mehna_2006 -
aafia_muhammad_amin
5w
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//Blessing//
It feels like a blessing
To be in the midst
Of stormy waves,
To be surrounded by
The challenging hurricanes.
They may cause
Your ship to sink,
Your heart dim
And your soul twinge
But it's a blessing
To have them in the ocean
So that, they can accompany,
Your heart solitary.
©Aafia Muhammad Amin
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Just me
Solitary I stand
Abandoned utterly
Some masquerade adoration
Masquerade compassion
All consistently distant
Perpetually withdrawing from me
©aseyah -
I hide behind the facade
That I’m doing great
When the truth is
I seem to be unraveling
I need a really deep
Down in my gut...
Cry
I just wanna cry
©theswordandtherose2020 -
mmbftd
15w
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Winter(or notes on a Fish)
It was winter
When I stopped sleeping.
A switch
A change in my body
Kept my mind racing
Magnetic waves
Strewn about from our sun
Reached me
Without my notice
Without an announcement
And so here I was
Upright in the dark room
Listening to the sounds of night
Fishtank bubbles
In their patterns
And then none at all
The fish himself
Who liked to jump at night
And splash through the surface
With such force.
He is a fast fish
Bright yellow
With faint black stripes
Vertical on his strong body
That darken when he gets
Excited.
I've had this fish; Coupe
Since he was tiny like my thumb
And a bright flash
Of electric blue
He was so beautiful and small
But always alert
And friendly
To me at least.
He ate every other fish
He was ever housed with-
Even his sisters.
A brother and a Chinese Algae
eater, a Plecostemus, an aquatic frog, assorted snails, two goldfish, and probably a few others I can no longer recall.
Trust me when I say, this fish wants to be alone!
He was so aggressive that once we thought we'd put him outside in our tiny pond to live free and have the chance to swim with bigger fish. Our once tiny goldfish, purchased as food for our Red-Eared Slider Turtle, had grown into 8 year old giant and beautiful want-to-be Koi.
When I gently set Coupe down into the pond so he could get adjusted to his new freedom, he would not swim away from me. He stayed at my side, me with my hand in the water for his comfort.
And he refused to go. In the end my heart was breaking that I had put him in the pond. I sat there petting this beautiful yellow bully of a fish and was in wonderment that he seemed to enjoy this.
I brought him back inside and returned him to his tank. That was years ago, and I can't remember how many years we have been together now? Seems like at least 5. I talk to him every day, sing to him, kiss him through the glass, wave from across the room, and feed him. I look forward to seeing him each morning and have grown accustomed to his splashy night sounds.
He builds elaborate nests of gravel, moving each pebble in his mouth and spitting it out with all the precision of an architect. There are vast hills and valleys in there, and ever few months he rearranges it all again. Recently he pulled part of the filter tube off ( it is about his size, 5inches) and pulled it to the bottom of the tank, into his nest, where he sleeps with it next to him. He confounds me. Is he lonely? Or not?
Well, I am lonely, and he makes me less lonely, so there's that.
I have such compassion for this fish. For all fish. I've always loved fish but he is the first I call my friend.
Ah, and now here is daylight in through my window. Night has gone, and I see the yellow flash of Coupe waking up. A gleam of quick -yellow zipping and zapping about. His day begins. I wave. He looks, straight on at me, staying still but for the gently wagging of his tail to suspend him. We aknowledge one and other.
And so it goes. An old woman and her solitary fish. A tale of two creatures co-existing. He is an African Cichlid fish, for those who got this far reading me random babblings on my precious Coupe. May you meet and befriend s fish someday. It can absolutely happen. I wish you well!
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All won I lost...
All sold, all lost ..
Everyone lost their lives ...
But still you are not happy ...
So everything was useless ...
All won i lost ....
But one day when you will think this… There is a shortage of life ...
A pain will arise in the chest ...
But then I will not be able to come ... Because then I will not be able to do so…
You should be happy with your friends ...
The world is inhabited by you ....
But now when it is decided to leave ...
So while leaving, I will definitely ask…
Was I really nothing?
© trulyyour7
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मैं हार गया...
सब बेच दिया सब हार गया ..
सब हार के सबको जिता गया ...
पर अब भी जो तुम खुश ही नहीं ...
तो सब करना बेकार गया ...
सब जीत गए मैं हार गया ....
पर एक दिन जब तुम ये सोचोगे ....
के कोई कमी है जीने में ...
एक दर्द उठेगा सीने में ...
पर तब न मैं आ पाऊंगा ...
क्यूंकि तब मैं हूँगा ही नहीं ...
तुम गैरों से ही खुश रहना ...
आबाद रहे दुनिया तेरी ....
पर अब जो जाना तय ही हुआ ...
तो चलते चलते पूछूंगा जरूर ...
क्या सच में मैं कुछ था ही नहीं ?
©trulyyour7
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Being in a solitary life is better than being phoney
©kokichan -
shilpagk
22w
A part of me buried in solitary
What is it like to miss someone
They ask me
What is it like losing anyone
They wonder..
And I always remember this story ...
The river born and brought up
In a hope to meet the ocean one day
Suddenly gets to know
The ocean has all dried
It's path all blocked
Now you ask this river
What it feels like?
And it will turn cold and crimson
And sob uncontrollably
Lost and abandoned
Desolate, devastated, broken
Life as it was is no more same
A part of you is taken away
And buried into solitary
For forever
Never waking up again!
©shilpagk -
Solitary reaper
Life is all about entry and exit,
In between we play roles a lot.
Many people join us on the way,
Some are just passer by and others may stay.
There is a lot of give and take,
Live, love, enjoy and even make a mistake.
There is enough of time to forgive and forget,
'Live and let live'- otherwise we may regret.
Whatever we do in the journey of life,
Let us make it memorable to ourself.
There are people around to share our good times,
We are the solitary reapers during the rainy days.
©beensN -
littlebrokenpieces
24w
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FOREST
However the sun shines
The depths of the forest
Is always cold. Dark. Far.
They say, demons reside
In the hot, fiery hell.
Why do mine, then
Leisure inside my brain-forest,
Craddled in my mind?
Cold, clumsy, cruel, captious.
Why do they keep
Killing me, but
Never let me die?
Never let me go?
Why does the sunshine always
Stop an inch away from me?
How deep have I lost myself?
Would I find my way out?
Or am I, the forest itself?©SusieWP
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littlebrokenpieces
24w
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You didn't turn even once.
But.......should you?
Good things
Come to an end.
And like autumn
They could leave
A cold blue tinge.
Good things
Come to an end.
The ending is, however,
All yours to decide.
Would you turn back
And see the ending
- autumn turning to winter?
Or would you create one
- hold on to your autumn
And walk on?
You didn't turn even once.
But.. Would you? ©SusieWP
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You didn't turn even once.
But.......should you?
©littlebrokenpieces -
rhyming_manu28
25w
Solitude
Be in solitude, to find oneself not to lose...
©rhyming_manu28 -
toxic_orange
25w
Solace
Lake dwelling- I run down to the shore
Smothered by lush cedar and oak ashore
Basking in sun and watch the day begin
As my solitary soul wander herein
O dear dandelion! Where do I seek solace?
Flowerless, yet aesthetically embellished
By meadows of metaphors well nourished
I played an old silver harmonica of blues
A hazy melody of countryside hues
O dear dandelion! Where do I seek solace?
My eyes glow bright and gay by midday
As I watch my canoe rock and sway
The wind chimes sing a fairytale song
Skims my face a scented zephyr so strong
O dear dandelion! In this autumn wind I take solace!
Veil of clouds set adrift, spraying a shimmer on the lake
Butterflies flutter, for I feel the beat- rhapsodic
Her alluring kindness, do I deeply admire
As she soothes my body and sets soul afire
