Mirakee
You plucked me
With all your strength,
Your palm clenched into a fist.
But don't you know,
Wildflowers like us
Grow within the cracks of concrete,
Amongst jagged rocks,
Amidst shattered vases,
On the corners of your windowsill
And your broken heart.
©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion
#window
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spontaneous_flow_of_emotion
4d
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ashrin_safa
3w
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Hurry burry streets are my window sights,
and that flightless me always by its side.
Dusk to dawn ,I'll never miss any glimpse
Joyous faces are my preference
Sunny noon with drained faces
Golden evenings,filled with coffee aroma
Shimmering lights and glimmering stars,
Silvery moon watching the perching ones
Still my dearest is morning sights
Songs of birds,new hopes,
Fresh nature bathed
in flower fragrance
Students on their way to
merry classes and buddies.
Oh ,people moving dash
to their works and needs
All with a lot of aims,
enjoying their routined life,
And me here hanging over my window,
more to see ,more to know
@mirakee
@writersbay
@writersnetwork#flightless #morning #window
Pic credits:rightful owner*The Window*
©ashrin_safa -
incenseandmyrrh
4w
Read MoreFeeling sadness is all I know. #sad #soul #window #depression #bedside #heartbroken
Soul
They say that the eyes are the window
to our souls.
If that were true, then you would
still be laying next to me at my
bedside.
©incenseandmyrrh -
Nineteen
Could I hold you for a moment
As the time is running away
The sea dwelling in my heart
Hold me!
Our beautiful dusk has turned into a day.
The home is still there,
Dusty, but still there.
I could see my reflection
On the window we had,
One side my silhouette,
Other side yours, holding, Laying on my chest.
The image has gone blurry,
Slowly.. blurry
Let me whisper it in your ears,
For the last time.
This time..
Let us stay..
©ishhaanali -
sayaliparkar
7w
[Everything and Nothing]
I look out of my window/
And watch squirrels go
Up and down the trees/
A couple of glass-winged/
Butterflies encircling
Each other /I see so many
Things/but not the air/yet
I feel it/setting foot into
My being /keeping me alive/
I wonder how does it feel/
To be everything and nothing /
All at once
-Sayali Parkar -
abihnav
8w
दुनिया नाम की बस्ती मैं बहुत सी जिंदगी बस्ती है,
किसी की जिंदगी चलती है तो किसी की दौड़ती है।
जिंदगी किसी की सस्ती है मौत भी इनपर हंसती है,
बस्ती आज भी सस्ती है यहाँ जिंदगी मिट्टी से सस्ती है।
©abihnav -
mmbftd
9w
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Window
It was Christmas
As I saw my parents
Through their front porch window
Waving and blowing kisses
Through my mask
I had rarely missed a Christmas
With them in all my 51 years
I saw my father begin to cry
As this pain of being so close
Yet unable to hug each other
Set into us both.
My mother, always the strength
Bore a smile of resilience
As we spoke through our cell phones so we could hear each other.
We left humble gifts to be saturated by lysol and washed and rewashed
So no particle of sickness
Could get to them.
We all lived in fear. They are both in their late 70's.
I hadn't hugged my parents in a year. A whole year.
And last Christmas we all took togetherness for granted.
We had laughed and hugged and held hands and kissed and sat close on the warm couch in front of a red hot fire. We had made plans and spoke of dreams and goals and life...
But that was the last normal interaction we had.
Now Covid-19 ravaged our country and the world.
I had only left my home about 7times in this year of Covid-19.
I was agoraphobic before all this!
And I thought of my best friend, who's dear father had died a few months ago. How his Christmas is so different from any of his others. How the hole in his and his mom's heart would never be filled again.
And I looked at my dad through this window and wept because I was so grateful for having him still.
I'm so much more fortunate than most this year.
And I got to see my little brother too, as he was able to be with them. I hadn't seen him since last Christmas on that couch in there. They showed yummy food behind them on the table, homemade Cuban food from my mom's loving hands.
And I realized how important all these traditions are. How recipes handed down can never be learned too soon. How jokes made by siblings heal hearts. How singing with my father in a harmony only genetics can grant, is so valuable. To watch him play that ancient acoustic guitar and be happy singing all the songs he wrote in his Du-Wop days.
And mom giving the tour of the house and projects or improvements she had made recently. Or getting the gallery show of her watercolor paintings in all their detailed beauty.
These are memories now. I won't forget. I won't let them fade and I won't make the mistake of taking these moments through this window for granted. Not when I know how our world's can change so swiftly.
I live safely. I live in fear. It's not political. It's not because I'm a sheep. It's because I'm not sure enough of anything to bet their precious lives on a careless decision I make.
I can't be that selfish, when a hug I crave more than anything just might become the last one.
It was Christmas and I saw my parents through their front porch window...and I'm so damn grateful I could burst.
©mmbftd -
Game
If only life was a game,
where I could 'replay' things,
or had many life with me.
If only....
©slotha -
now where
There is a window between the font sets
There's a horizon between the poetry warehouses.
Disguised for the eye that looks
Tested for a head full of contents
Become a dish for the heart that understands
Behind that window will be what is real in the speech of the eyes
Behind that window will appear a mind painting of memories and dream flowers
And in that window will the truth dare to be true to him?
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All I see is clouds
floating in the gloomy sky,
freighters splitting the sea,
apathetic humanity.
I seem to have no plans for today,
because my heart and my brain
seem to cannot cooperate.
All I feel is the loneliness,
just like the empty roads.
It looks as if it is going to rain, but
even the rain cannot keep up with the pain,
thus it decides to break up with the clouds,
making them upset, and
creating these distressing shades.
©erlinay -
mute_my_mind
15w
No matter
How strong you make windows
The glass inside always breaks
©mute_my_mind -
bey5151
15w
Read More#window #moon #mirakee #writersnetwork #pod
Behind the night window there is a sun that hides the timid
All the roads were covered by fog
Then the vast valley was full of dreams
And the white bird whose feathers were full of stains flew back to the sky
After showering from cloudy water and hoping to be clean
Leave the cage damaged and getting worn out
I am the body of a withered flower
Fly away in the wings of the stars
Towards the moon this eye river dries up
My prayer is hidden in pain
I wrote the letters that show off the clouds
I read the story in the wind
Converse in cold and humid air
Then I saw the dust gathering in the air from the wild legs of the dead horse heading towards me
The waves contain the sky
And the foam that shows off the earth
Fish that drink from your hand
Birds chase all love in your gaze
Back all to the dust and then disappear
Butterflies come from nowhere and then just go away
Then the past dropped my hair sheet by sheetwindow eyes
I forget the moon when I felt comfortable behind the window
but.....!
The moon has never forgotten my soul that was tormented and isolated in this body
©bey5151 -
dhanushkaj
18w
Window of Light
Darkness drives
All the way to the horizon
Man made lamps
Shine upon my eyes
While I look into your heart
My window of light
My delight of sight
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ra_bh_h
19w
The door helps us to reach out to the world, get absorbed in it, participate in it.
It shows us how to contribute towards it, give & take from, and to; and how to share and jell.
It allows us to enter into a world that is moving, running and progressing.
The door opens the world to us and its fellow compatriots.
It brings the world like it is; unchanged and unhindered.
We can hold onto the door, ask for support, close it for a while, peek through it, listen to the noises outside, and be prepared.
We can stand behind the door, take a deep breath, and then pass through it.
When we are tired; it welcomes back and hugs us.
The door is our guide and supports us like a father.
The window provides you with the glimpses of the world.
It gives you choices of scenery; air and views.
It filters the heat, and the Sun, and the rain and gives you shade and coolness.
The window doesn't ask you to participate in the world but shows the moves of the world.
One can replenish their energies behind a window, the meek can train to be stronger.
The reluctant can learn the courage in the company of a window and the hermits practice the company.
The outcasts can get a little respite, the slow the speed, the hesitant the assertiveness.
You don't have to cross the window so you can lean on it, look outside, feel the world.
You can sleep on the window still, have a nap, go blank in the thoughts, and just be there not doing anything.
The window is always there. When we are out in the world - it looks at us and wishes us well.
The window is our mentor and loves us like a mother.
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zhilehhhayaam
19w
Love
In midnights, When the world sleeps,
Stars twinkle and moon Shines, The breeze from my open window, Fresh jasmine smell,
Burning fire in the room To heat,
My empty bed, Soft pillow,
Sad blanket, Hot coffee cup,
Dried rose, Torn diary,
Broken pen, Madly wants you,
To put me into Sleeping lands,
Make me love, Touch my heart,
Kiss my breath, Feel my hands,
And to say,
Oh! My darling,
©zhilehhhayaam -
wiredweirdly
20w
The walls which comforted me
are now cramping up on me
The window that brought
hope sunshine to my dull routine
are now shut closed
suffocating me
The ceiling filled with neon stars
staring down at me
now as if mocking
my pitiful self
When staying alone
turned into being lonely
I have no idea about that
Is it time for me to get up
and make way to outside?
But i don't remember
how to use that doorknob
I guess it got rusted
which could be repaired
only by my grit
to survive and breakfree
from my self-made prison.
©wiredweirdly -
Disudut yang sama
Langit masih hitam
Sekejap Rintik hilang
Tuk sejenak bertopang dagu
Apa yg kuharapkan?
©agmarthia -
©ratann
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mishrasupriya
26w
Read MoreThere are billion of things that can catch our eyes, to me the most fascinating of all is my window.��
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#writersnetwork @writersnetwork #mirakee #window #thoughts #feelgood #selfmusing ��
My window, my solace.
And with the window, my mother opens her heart every morning.
Painted with crimson, an attempt to stow away its years long rust.
Through my window, I watch my favourite show.
Of rain, of sunshine glory, of sunset tranquil, of stars and moon and randomness of people.
My easiest escape to adore the city with it's endless ambitions.
And all the ecstasies it gifts me,
Those sunlight kisses on my cheeks every morning to heart drenching zephyrs of rain to that sangfroid colour of sky in the dusk which rest in my eyes till I absorb the darkness.
It has the traces of those curious eyes.
What's the story going inside and what all is happening outside, my window stands negotiating the two.
Facilitating those peep of my innocent eyes which waits for the homecoming of its loved ones.
My window is my most favourite vacation and dine place where I sit with my bowl of happiness, some spaghetti and songs.
My window is not just any corner of my house, it's a place where my heart belongs!
-Supriya Mishra
Saturday, 7:00 pm
August, 08, 2020.My window
My window is not just any corner of my house, it's a place where my heart belongs!
©mishrasupriya20 5 3
- adejumoke Lovely view from your window.
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Looking beyond foggy windows,
I still hoped for a glimpse
of a standalone sunray
gazing back, melting
the frigidity of my perpsectives.....
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