Mirakee
The Death After Demise
When someone you love dies, & you're not expecting it, you don't lose them all at once; you lose their pieces over time - the calls & messages stop coming, & the voice fades, the touch disappears, the scent drifts into an unknown plain.
Gradually, you collect the feelings but don't feel them much. But one day, suddenly a particular memory or emotion erupts that overwhelms you with the realisations that they're gone, forever.
And then, there's another day, & another memory, another emotion.
©The_prabhashish
faulty_puppet
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faulty_puppet
2w
Read MoreThe Dark Side Of Life. The Side That Either Determines Or Demolishes.
@tinytraces @her_story @_still_in_mess @simmi01 @nivieeContrast - 1
So Many Of Us
Quietly Thinking
Going Through The Pain
Stubborn, Unflinching
A Fight With Life But
Ain't Retreating
Day After Day
Forward Inching
A Tussle With Responsibilities
But No One's Quitting
The Pain Always Increasing
Slowly Engulfing
Trying To Manage Time
Failing, Yet Accommodating
Thoughts Of Giving Up
Patiently Sinking
In The Pocket Book Of Debts
The Brain's Draining
Nights Of Soundless Crying And
Watch My Tears Drying
Tired Walk To Bed But
No One's Sleeping
Tossing From Side To Side
Quietly Thinking
A New Day Arrives But
Story's Repeating
Everyday A New Pain And
Little Bit Of Healing
Muddy Waters Of Negativity
Carefully Treading
Constant Plead Of Relief
Life's Unforgiving
Bad Days At Work
Yet Continuing
Slave To A Countless System
Anonymously Existing
Work And Daily Chores
Duties Fulfilling
Everyone's Curse Of Life
Helplessly Listening
The Time Will Come
Hopelessly Hoping
Tiny Glitters Of Joy
Slowly Drizzling
Every Now And Then
Ranting, Complaining
Between Two Dark Graves We Are
Robots Breathing
A Life Within The Life Spent
Quietly Thinking
©The_prabhashish -
Whispers In The Dark
I Have Spoken To You
Times, When I Didn't Even Want To
Somehow You Always Found Me
Even Alone, I Knew You Were Around Me
Forever It Has Been An Uncanny Banter
In The Silence, You Gave Me My Answers
I Searched You In Times Very Rare
Dark Clouds, Black Nights, You Were Always There
I Wished For You In Times Very Hard
And You Listened My Whispers In The Dark
I Have Asked Countless Questions
Through Sealed Lips You Read Vulnerable Obsessions
I Don't Know How Much Of Me Is Fake
But Real I Am Alone Beside The Lake
They See Me Laugh, Smile, Keep The Frown Down
Inside The Merry Walls, The Last Man In His Zombie Town
Awake I Fight Questions Like A Cancer
Asleep I'm Buried In The Silence Of Answers
Time Again Time Has Become So Hard
Time Again, Protect My Whispers In The Dark
©The_prabhashish -
Happy 2021
2020 has gone, leaving most of sad and less of happy to live with.
Time to start writing your story in the new book of 2021.
In the beginning of 2021 I wish that...
1️⃣ You start with all the lessons received in 2020.
2️⃣ You start were your dreams were stuck and build further.
3️⃣ You believe in yourself more and less on the naysayers.
4️⃣ You find the path where you are happy and content.
5️⃣ You hold on to the force that stops you giving up on your dreams a little stronger.
6️⃣ You love the loved ones and hold them a little more closer.
7️⃣ You find your path and run a bit more faster
8️⃣ You carry a little less of guilt and resentment and carry more of forgiveness and way forward
9️⃣ You smile a bit more and spread the happiness a bit more further
You shine a bit more brighter and make your shield a bit more stronger
Happy and safe 2021
Love
©The_prabhashish -
faulty_puppet
4w
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At the end of it all, you carry yourself to the other side. All that remains is little fragments of your masks which people remember and choose to love.
The PrabhashishNaqaab
Ye Zindagi Ki
Ek Ajeeb Maaya
Har Rishtein Mein Hain
Kai Naqaab Ka Saaya
Naqaab Ke Piche Sab
Bas Aadha Hi Paaya
Ankaheen Uljhanon Ki Deewar
Rishton Me Sabne Banaya
Thode Jhooth Ke Piche
Thoda Sach Sabne Chupaya
Bheed Me Banaavti Hasi Magar
Takiye Mein Aansu Sabne Bahaya
Hisaab To Har Us Waqt Ka Hain
Jab Kisi Ne Kaha Batao Pareshaniyan
Suna To Sabne Ekaant Mein
Sunkar Hasi Mein Udaa Diya
Itne Saalon Mein
Itna Zaroor Sikha
Tasalli Ke Lafz Aksar
Meetha Zehereela
Har Rishtein Ki Neev Mein
Naqaab Ka Atrangeen Qissa
Thoda Shwet Thoda Fareb
Yahan Har Rishtein Ka Hissa
Khokhle Waadon Mein
Maine Jhooth Paaya Hain
Unke Dogle Iraadon Mein
Apna Maqsad Paaya Hain
Naqaab Me Mera Inteqaam To
Naqaab Se Unki Inteha Hai
Pheekein Rishton Ke Naam Pe
Naqaab Ka Kitaab Hi Paaya Hain
Is Zindagi Ki Ek
Ajeeb Si Maaya Hain
Naqaab Ke Bheed Mein
Kuch Rooh Bhi Paaya Hain
Kai Naqaabon Se Guzri
Unki Apni Kahaaniyan Hain
Ek Duje Ki Adhoori Saadgi Mein
Har Droh Ko Thoda Bhulaya Hain
©the_prabhashish -
faulty_puppet
4w
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Sometimes A Canvas Doesn't Need The Colors, The White Say All You Need To Know. All About Love, Hurt, Friends, Love, Tears And Smiles.
Coping Mechanism
Nobody Knows, What I Think
Dusty Memories, When I Blink
Scary Nights, Gruesome Things
Dark Clouds, Painted In Forever Ink
Sit Here, In Thoughtful Thinking
The More I Think, The More
I Am My Own Shrink
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Think More With The Shrink
Talking Less Than I Think
Hoping For A Sky In Pink
Hopes Flushed In My Kitchen Sink
Sit Next To A Can Of Tin
Counting My Tears And Smiles
While I Dump Them In The Bin
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Leaving Me Alone
Sit Here Tossing, My Only Purpose
My Own Scars, Burn The Surface
Surrounded By Endless Curses
Nonsense Verses, All So Worthless
Jumbled Thoughts, Words So Wordless
Pain So Constant, It's Now Painless
My Words Now, Just Mean Hopeless
Left Me Alone
Left Me Alone
Left Me Alone
Left Me Alone
Past And Present, See How Merges
Future Watches, Tied To Crutches
My Wounds Now Slowly Nurses
Sit Here Lonely, Bit More Helpless
Let It Out, All That's Useless
Useless But, It's So Endless
In Endless Tears, Drown My Purpose
Don't Leave Me Alone
Don't Leave Me Alone
Don't Leave Me Alone
Don't Leave Me Alone
©The_Prabhashish -
faulty_puppet
5w
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I never said who you were to me
Throughout everything you kept your eye on me
Now that you sleep in peace forever
I shall be there for all you love just as you have been there for me.
Rest in peace Abhishek.
The Brother, The Friend, The Guide, The Savior, The Shoulder, The Fist,
The Last Keeper
You And Me, We've Grown Old
Traded Our Souls
Buried Too Many Ghosts
Guided By The Presence Of Another
This Bond Was Made Forever
We Have Stories Age Old
Times Many Some Were Told
And Some Turned To Ashes Untold
To One's Darkness Was Torch Another
Unspoken Pacts Were To Last Forever
Through A Lifetime To Live And Amend
With Borrowed Time In A Vessel On Rent
My Last Keeper, Your Road Comes To An Untimely End
Sleep Now, Wake Up In World Another
I Collect Our Shattered Forevers
Here Comes My Dreaded Cold Night
Claws Piercing My Weakend Will To Fight
I Sit Here Listening To My Silent Cries
To Gift Me New Wounds And Scars
Tied To A Celler With No Bars
I Go In Forsaking Everything I Hold
To Kill Words And Dreams I Foretold
And Make Room For The New Out Of The Mould
The New I Know Not If Heaven Or Hell
The Old Is Painful Stories I Won't Tell
A New Me Carved By The Ruthless Time
The Last Puppet Of Once A Happy Pantomime
My Last Keeper, Slept Forever At Seventeen Past Nine
You Will Live In This Broken Soul Of Mine
Sleep Now Brother, For This Is The End Of Your TimeThe Last Keeper
©faulty_puppet -
faulty_puppet
6w
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Money - Too much or too little, it kills you anyway.
#paisa #money #livelihood #kharchapaani #aishoaraam #lobh #greed #desire #rich #poor #guzara #jeenekazariya #hindipoets #hindiwriting #hindipoems #hindiwriters #theprabhashish
@_still_in_mess @niviee @writersnetwork @scarlette @her_storyPaisa
Seekha Tha
Bachpan Mein
Fizool Soch
Teri Chahat Ke
Aaj Mujhse Door To
Kal Meri Jeb Mein
Maidaan Ka Dhool
Har Khel Ke Anth Mein
Ghanto Mehnat Ke Baad
Jeb Mein Thoda Paisa Hai
Sukoon Ki Saas Le Na Paye
Zimmedari Puche Kaisa Hai
Mehlon Ke Deewar Mein
Lobh Ka Raang Hara Hai
Ek Waqt Ki Roti Nahi
Bhook Se Pait Bawla Hai
Jeb Mein Ho Tu To
Sab Yahaan Achcha Hai
Saath Jab Ho Tera
Zindagi Bhi Rangeela Hai
Tujhe Paana Hi Bas
Jeevan Ka Beshumar Dastaan Hai
Tu Hai To Hai Sab Thik
Kyunki Naam Tera Paisa Hai
Mehnat Ka Phal
Hare Patton Mein Aata Hai
Chhal Se Kamaya To Bas
Do Din Ka Mehmaan Hai
Humne Banaya Tujhe Par
Hume Tu Chalata Hai
Jo Lobh Se Chahe To
Jaan Bhi Tu Hi Leta Hai
Tu Hi To Hai
Prabandhak Is Daud Ka
Maidaan Chahe Koi Bhi
Par Hai Tere Piche Daudna
Shiddhat Se Bhage Jo
Tu Uska Hi Sachcha Hai
Patli Gali Wale Ka
Tu Hi To Hai Khaatma
Seekha Hai
Jeevan Mein
Tu Aaye Na Haath
Bas Pheeke Khwaabon Se
Khel Hai Yeh Tera
Khel Ke Qaide Bhi Tere
Main Hoon Bas Ek Bhaagidaar
Jeet Ya Haar Hai Teri Marzi Se
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faulty_puppet
7w
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Finding the little good things drifting through a horrible time, if not anything, will teach you to survive the tide.
The Prabhashish
#2020 #year2020 #covid19 #coronavirus #pandemic #lockdown #worldindisorder #death #restinpeace #thefallen #covidwarriors #humanity #world #life #thoughtprocess #bethechange #bringthechange #makethechange #introspect #lookwithin
@niviee @her_story @writersnetwork @_still_in_mess @justsneh__Saal
Do-Hazaar Bees
Main Baakiyon Se Khaas Hoon
Baaki Saalon Se Alag
Main Shuruat Se Anth Tak Ek Raaz Hoon
Har Koi Har Saal Soochi Banaye
Koi Kuch Naya Rachaye, Koi Purane Ko Haraye
Sankalp Har Saal Banaye Magar Aadhe Mein Hi Bhool Jaye
Kasrat Kar Do Mahine Mein Thak Jaate
Khud Se Kiye Waadein Bhool Jaate
Idhar Udhar Ki Bahano Mein Fir Se Bandh Kar Reh Jaate
Har Saal Thoda Sada Thoda Sunhera Guzre
Naukri, Shaadi, Pyaar, Parivaar Hai Bas Zindagi Ke Tukde
Thali Bhar Gham Aur Katore Mein Khushiyaan Padose
Mera Koi Irada Na Tha Aise Chalne Ka
Taur-Tarika Soch Raaton-Raat Badalne Ka
Aur Irada Bilkul Na Tha Aisi Jaanlewa Bimari Laane Ka
Aandhi Sa Aya, Sardi Khaasi Se Chaya Woh
Na Kiya Bhed Bhav Na Koi Tulana
Achanak Dedh Karod Logon Ko Kahi Door Le Gaya Woh
Bura To Hua Bohot, Shayad Achcha Bhi Thoda
Laparwah Insaanon Ko Kaabu Mein Laya Thoda
Ajeeb Hai Yeh Rog, Insaanon Ko Maar Jaanwaron Ko Choda
Yeh Saal Tha Insaano Ka Pinjde Mein Jeena
Ek Duje Se Kaha, Ghar Ke Bhitar Hi Rehna
Raho Sabse Door, Surakshit, Warna Ho Jayega Corona
Ummeed Hai Insaano Ne Samjha Hain
Rachnakar Ki Kalpana Ka Woh Mamuli Hissa Hain
Is Registaan Mein Tu Bas Dhool Ka Tinka Hain
Shayad Teri Dimaag Ne Ilaaj Dhund Nikala Hain
Shayad Tu Is Waqt Ko Badalne Ki Koshish Kar Raha Hain
Ghumle Sara Brahmaand, Aakhir Kudrat Ka Hi To Chamcha Hai
©the_prabhashish -
faulty_puppet
7w
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Change never comes divided. Change can only be welcomed with unity.
#wakeup #change #progress #better #tomorrow #future #savetheworld #protect #care #love #savethetrees #savetheanimals
@_still_in_mess @niviee @her_story @justsneh__ @revathychandrasekharWake Up
Something Choked Up
My Heart With Nothing
It's Been A While I Cried
Now That I'm Older
With Each Day, I'm Colder
Now I, Can See The Pantomime
Inside, I'm A Loner
To Myself I'm A Betrayer
Fighting With Everyone For The Rights And Wrongs Of No One,
But Nobody Cares
People, Wake Up
Own Your Mistakes Up
Before, Tomorrow Turns To Dust
If You Don't Wake Up
The Hopes Get Shred Up
And, The Future Will Just Die
While Your, Bodies Get Bigger
Your Brain Just, Gets Smaller
Little By Little In The Game Of Life You Give Up And Become,
A Heartless Player
Children, Wake Up
Tell Us, To Shut Up
Before, We Fill Your Home With Muck
Take Your Place Here
Change The Atmosphere
Care And Love And Protect It For This Is Your One And Only,
Last Paradise Sphere
©The_prabhashish
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lady_midnight
1w
Read MoreA. G. O. N. Y.
Agony wraps me tight
As air leaves my lungs,
Another disappointment,
Another heartache,
Achilies heel love has become;
Abandoned verses fade
And oblivion feeds on lovers.
B. E. L. O. V. E. D
But somewhere far,
Blissfully unaware,
Basks a heart
Bright with love,
Beneath a willow;
Bounty with beauty, lies,
Beloved of mine.
C. E. L. E. B. R. A. T. I. O. N.
Champagne tales,
Cloudy days,
Caress the skies,
Crying over dandelions
Choked by the winds,
Carrying love letters
Creating new beginnings.
D. A. N. D. E. L. I. O. N.
Dandelion whispers,
Drenched in despair,
Drink drowning verses,
Discerning the skies and
Dampening hopeful hearts;
Dandelion o' dandelion
Don't lose my heart.
E. V. E.
East the wind carries, and
Evening calls birds to rest.
Erstwhile promises
Empty themselves,
Earning rumors from afar;
Enthralled, night gazes upon
Evanscent hearts.
F. A. I. R. Y. T. A. L. E.
Forevers echo
Fairytales, of lovers
Forgotten in time;
Farewell bids the heart,
Facaded by the dark when
Flickering love is mistaken,
For fireflies dancing like the stars.
G. R. E. Y.
Grey becomes the sky, and
Gone are seasons
Glazing with warmth,
Giggles turn to desperate sighs
Grazing wounds of past;
Gallant die tired,
Galloping over time.
H. O. M. E.
Hypnotised, I watch
Hallucinations of a heartache,
Hovering by the horizon.
He, my beloved,
Hibernates,
Hiding under the willow.
Home is near.
©lady_midnight
----- Thank you @writersnetwork and @mirakee❤-----
#writersnetwork #mirakee #pleiadespoem©lady_midnight
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a_gentilischi
1w
Read MoreThis is my first POD. I'm dizzy with happiness.
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork and @mirakee . I'm honoured.
Also thanks to everyone, for their feedback and support.
A special shout out to @jerry_21 for unknowingly being an amazing inspiration
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This is a story of endings.
Death
Destruction
Dreadfull carnage
Dying flames embrace
Dessicated metropolis
Desolation rings, as the death bells toll
Damask of burnt dreams, amidst the knoll
Rage
Ruination, of a
Ravaged nation
Ruined to memories. Once
Ripe with greed and sin and hatred
Redolent with the stench of humanity
Ruminated in my firery embers till cleansed
Ash
All around
A darkened sky
Adorned with death.
A mindlessly cruel crusade's
Ascension to so-called glory
Abridged to a blood bath for all
Gore
Guzzled flesh
Greed, this is not
Great revenge, it should be
Gazing upon smoking wasteland
Gaunt pyres for the killers of my kin
Gone are they, bequeathing legacy of grief
Once
On river banks
Obscure among clouds
Overwhelming love, I knew
Open wings of a mate and brood
Orchestra of gentle grunts, affectionate purrs
Oblivious of the omens, of an impending oblivion
Now
No more killers.
None, except me.
Night embraces dawn
No more dragons roam
Nymphs of fire dance around me
Nuturing the flames that I bathe in. Breath in.
#dragons #pleiadespoem #wod #pod
#mirakee #writersnetwork
@writersnetwork
#thoughts #time #stories #life #deathThe last dragon
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©a_gentilischi -
barefoot
5d
Read Morel i f e.
Her mother
Opened the bottle of
Coconut oil effortlessly and
Pouring onto her palm a generous
Amount of the sticky golden
Oil rubbed it onto her scalp.
Her mother hummed songs while she weaned
The despair out her body like magic. Her hold soft , deliberate and fully alive.
Her father
Held her hand. The traffic light
glowed bright red. The road safe. She old enough to find this unnecessary . But he held on. As though
Holding onto her hand was a habit his heart had gotten used to. His hold strong , concerned and fully alive.
Her sister
Stood gaping at her. In her hand was
The last piece of chocolate cake from her birthday party. They had just fought over it. They had just decided to never forgive each other over it. She had hated that she had to finally give it up being the eldest. But here her sister stood. Holding the plate in her hand.
Her hold gentle , forgiving and fully alive.
Her lover
Sat next to her silently. Not a word filled
The space. Nothing to be declared. Her heart heavy , his heart willing to hold the heaviness . The day had been cruel. The light in her heart dimmed. The darkness overwhelming. He knew. And so he held onto her hand. His hold safe , compassionate and fully alive.
Life held her
In her many
many ways.
So many ways that
It almost seemed that the universe
That held her
did so because that was all
It was designed to do.
To hold and nurture .
And maybe that is all life is.
A gentle act of holding onto our
bodies and minds and spirits and each other.
Until
Even letting go
Becomes an act of holding onto
A greater hope for
Our lives.
#life @writersnetwork @mirakee Thank you dearly for this repost. You made my heart smile.©barefoot
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_aishu
2w
Trust me when I say- when it is right, everything that you love ruthlessly will love you back with the same conviction. Trust me when I say- when it is right , the things you reach for in life, the things you deeply hope for, they will reach back. And I promise you, when that happens you will understand that all of the things you ached for that did not work out, all of the hearts that failed to appreciate had the home you made for them inside of yourself, they were not the things that broke you, or ruined you, or made you less worthy. No, instead, you will see that they built you. They taught you about yourself. They led you to the person you were born to be, and they guided you to the person you were meant to be with. They shaped you! They challenged you! They grew you!
©_aishu -
adamantquill
3w
Read More#coloursspeak #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee
This is my first ever POD, I am numb right now������ thank you so much for appreciating it ��A sad soul understands monochrome.
The sunflower field
speaks in yellow hues
and the cherry blossoms
in pastels.
Those autumn leaves
dance in the shades of orange
as the new green leaves take birth.
White winter submerges
under the snow as it hibernates.
And a love like the deep blue ocean
is what everybody longs for
that is delightful like a red rose.
And despite the colours in this world,
all a sad soul understands is monochrome.
©adamantquill -
raika_
3w
Read MoreMonuments, centuries old
all tell tales of people,
kings, queens and slaves that lived
within majestic walls of
fame and torture;
the dungeons have seen
humans rot away alive
and those buried in beds
of white precious stone
have lived in gold pennies
and silver linings.
We walk on steps,
elephants laiden with royals
have walked upon!
Our heart races backwards in time,
mind runs into a pile of wonder
as fingers trace faded
art patterns on walls
and eyes gawk at portraits
of those who lived,
by those who lived.
When was art born?
Sometime, long before the lives
of those who painted, constructed and carved
stone into artifacts and hearts into stone.
Gardens extend as far as eyes reach
with harems on far ends of empires,
of all the empresses of one (great?) emperor.
History tells us a story,
wealth saw those,
who lived within castles
and not even health
saw those who
lived in mud houses
Pride brought down empires,
wars killed humanity and
selfishness ate up all the kings
and now we walk
amongst monuments,
that cry more than they speak,
tales of poisonous souls,
that even killed the snakes when bitten
and those with pure hearts
were murdered by swords.
And now we walk,
between worn out walls,
with a different poem in our head-
twisted and wrecked,
like our history.
-raika
@allbymyself @zohiii #rfav
@mirakee @writersnetwork @/everyonewhoreads as sang says, I'll consider this an early birthday present. Thankyou very much.
5/1/21©raika
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harshtaa_
4w
Read More@mirakee, @writersnetwork thank you for your kind reposts. I really haven't been writing for months and I don't know if this is really a dream. Thank you everyone for your very generous comments and reposts. This means a lot. ❤️��
I see mirrors,
A lot of them.
In the dead, the old, the decayed and the ones about to be deceased.
I see mirrors in poems I read about the little girl in the meadows in her little white frock, with golden locks hanging down her shoulders
The faint brown freckles on her face
Dancing with the wind on her toes
Like ballerinas she went to see last spring.
I see mirrors
In the old women I hear about,
Sleeping in her coffin, with her tranquility.
I walk past her huge door everyday
With the faded bijou letter plate, all brozed up with dust of mystery and the gold of love.
The wooden door to her tiny abode of remenisce, where she fondly slept on the couch in her last days.
For the king size bed her husband brought home
Has been lonely for 22 years of him bygone.
She swaps in the drapes and the sheets everyday, for him to sleep comfortably in her memories.
I see mirrors
In the old library where pretty faces
Take a bit of it with them in the photographs,
The old shelves with books of those whose bones might have been loamed soil by now,
Covered with webs of miniscule creatures and the shores they sank their feet in.
It's been just years they've espied sunlight and held hands
For those who come to read stand by the newspapers,
too old to remember and too weak to bend down for them.
I see mirrors,
In the houses near the shores
For it's walls have glimmered with french Margherita splashes on the fond nights
And have been scraped at times when the kids mastered to draw.
The gardens remember the young father teaching his baby boy how to peddle,
And now the birds pay their visit to the undomesticated feral grass.
The radio on the china table now, never announces victory
For the unrepaired gobs
Haven't touched a human since the boy wedded maturity.
I see mirrors,
In rocks and pebbles
In the old shoe on the road looking for it's lost mate and the forgetful maudlin owner.
The silver plates and the earthen pots,
The first line of the last page,
And the one you tore for a mistake.
Reflections everywhere.
Of owned and disowned of earned and Bribed.
Of yours and mine.
Of dead and dying,
Of everyday you wake up to near the last sunrise of this life
Maybe what comes from the origination, originate the origin
And you my friend would be earth one day, above it for a while.
©harshtaa_Of the dead and dying
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The frame on the wall speaks to me,
In a language lost in memories.
With words trailing off as solemnly it reflects,
Silence ascends the stairwell to haunt the annex.
And annexed it is to poetries never inked:
The lines are boundless, yet no less succinct
Than is the illusion of understanding time erects
When it gives us a pattern we think connects.
The frame on the wall speaks to me
Now in a language riddled with auguries.
Echos and whispers to clamor giving rise,
Silence descends the stairwell meeting her demise.
Memories frozen, bleeding, they're linked,
frame-by-frame cycling chaotic and unsynced.
These plaster walls; Lo! Their clever guise,
I'm lost and wandering the depths of my mind.
×× Caleb G. | Sunday, 27 December 2020 ×× -
atticoftheheart
4w
Read MoreNo rainbow can be more colourful than his words
No portrait can be more beautiful than his face
No song can be more beautiful than his voice
No sculpture can be more perfect than his entirety
No galaxy can be larger than his heart
The sun brings light to day
And the moon radiates the night
Whilst he illuminates my life
Some describe their beloved as beautiful heaven
I describe beauty by the name of my beloved
Some say their beloved is perfect
I say perfection is my beloved
I heard them say their beloved's smile twinkles like the stars
I say the stars twinkle as brightly as his smile
They say their beloved is as radiant as a gem
I say a gem is as radiant as my beloved
Many say praise is an exaggeration of one's excellence
I say praise is a belittlement of his excellence.
©atticoftheheartHe is the heaven
you would go to hell for.
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anetita
4w
Read More#poems #poetry #shelter #stillness #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
Thank you so much @writersnetwork and @mirakee for the repost! And to everyone for the comments! Very happy to spread love through writing! ��Be Still
Stillness is shelter in the chaos,
Tranquility in our frenzied minds,
Dying a thousand little deaths,
In the suspension of time.
Stillness is a meditative state,
Where life grinds to a halt.
In the absence of movement,
We find quietude of thought.
Stillness is serenity,
A "hush" from our hearts,
Providing mercy for our souls,
When our sanity falls apart.
©anetita
