Mirakee
Laid numb beside perceptual strains of sin
Dripping love, regardless of flaws.
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game_of_life
1w
Read MoreBeneath those crumpled sheets
Clasping trust as a Blunt weapon
Escastic heart was slitted into numerous pieces
Excruciating pain piercing skin veiled in innocence
Laid numb beside perceptual strains of sin
Drriping love, regardless of flaws.
Filching those tainted hue of your guise
Senses snatched my life and
Painted my existence, outlined with splattered feelings
Listening to those bleak hymns
I began to live putting on a facade.
#sinc
#melody
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A fragmented piece of my heart
Drowned in pain, wandering along the lonely street
Beneath blinking lights of love
Searching for a kind soul dressed with tattered pieces of life,
Busy painting his scars with the dripping hues of melancholy.
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game_of_life
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A book designed Alluring, marvellous laughter craft and small oval eyes right larger than left - A bright sunny yellow logo depicting smile. Word portrayed book mark hanging, text depicted - "life & death both are magical" emphasized.
Gazing hazy sunshine, I stood on frost covered terrace, clenching book closer to my heart. Pinkish clouds lurked those golden rays and painted sky with scattered shades of light.
Puff of wind wafted faint odour blew my hair around, riffled through those pages of book soaked in past. words over folded edges fluttered in the sky, plethora of moments sketched began to fly.
Those Blotted Verses dripping melancholy, deckled edges, Tattered pieces fallen apart, ripped off and rippled through spilled emotional hurricane, Reclined on curled edges of reminiscences, the space betwixt words began to sing lullaby.
Splattered feelings and a whiff of pain gathered smirking pearls of past ; A silver lining to pourout heart and decorate flatten pages of future with tranquility.
©game_of_life
#pastpearlsc
@writersnetworkThose verses dripping melancholy; space betwixt words began to sing lullaby.
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Behind orange hues, dawn of darkness emitting light, like a hurricane lamp in dusky sky.
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Life dances to the music of heart.
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game_of_life
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I remember my school days, I was a 8year old kid with curly hair, innocent smile and naughty behaviour. After enjoying weekend with my family, I just didn't want to go school. I used to think every Monday morning how to escape but my dad never believed my silly lies, he used to drop me at the school gate, with no other option carrying lunch box in one hand, school bag on shoulders, with a gloomy face I used to enter the class room.
Days went on and It was saturday again - left this world for happiness along with my family. But, hours ran like minutes.
I was back home, looking at the calender,
Tommorow is going to be Monday, I had decided I'm not going to step out.
It was a Monday morning, I was not on my bed. My dad was searching for me everywhere, but that time "Table" in the corner joined hands with me.
On the day, I looked at the table, old books were placed on it and covered by a cloth. Opposite to the table a clock was hanging on a wall, I just climbed the table, placed the cloth on books over me, for every minute i used to look at the clock expecting it to move fast. But, oops! It couldn't help.
I was hidden for 10 minutes,but I started to sneeze, this gave a clue to my parents who were searching.
Being allergic to dust, doctor advised me to stay home for a week. I was very happy staying home.
From that day, table has became a part of my routine, I used to write homework by placing book on it, run around while playing, climb and sit on it.
Eventually, old books were replaced with the pc. Table is one of the thing I approach more oftenly, brings back the smile reminding childhood memories.
Holding my coffee mugs, anger hittings, fingers tapping. A part of busy life.
#childhood
#daadigotyourbackChildhood
Hiding under the table, an escape from going to school.
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game_of_life
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Then came the really cold temperature into November, with leaves still on trees
Evening breeze caressed branches, gentle sweet singing of leaves. Enjoying dull sunshine, pleasent whisper of birds
imminent harsh weather, indicating the journey. Along with time, color started to fade, began to detach from stem.
Sheeding leaves, Gifted bareness to the branches, Fluttering on ground, looked at tree once they used to paint green.
Blown away by the wind, floating on the river, stuck to the boat, heading to combine with rest.
On my way, one of them picked to place between pages, While the other, crushed driving the car. Some captured as their memory.
Travelled too long, but stranded until I turn brown.
©game_of_life
#leaf
#genuine_readersEven human faces autumn.
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The Night fell upon me, like a curtain,
While gazing orange hues of sun.
Reminiscence of memories,
Brings the smile, sprinkled with stardust.
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cologne of words,
Spread fragrance of hope,
Uniting people together,
to make a garden of life.
standing up for difficulties,
wearing the humanity,
let Aroma of goodness,
touch every heart,
before it gets
evaporated..!!
©game_of_life -
game_of_life
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Wings of my dream are broken, while trying to fly above the mountain of perception; across the sea of stereotype,thoughts like thread tangled my wings.
How can I fly? I felt like the day I had missed my fortune flight, fear of failure formed like dark clouds that hide shine on a rainy day.
Heading with an intension that I'm going to build the nest on blossom tree, Surrounded by garden, with a hope of fallen flowers would attend my arrival;eager to enjoy pleasent aroma , chriup music, view of lake beside.
Flapping my wings to move up but seemed impossible, decided to rest in the boat of confidence, it could be easy to sail hurdles lake, washing the bleed with courage, fixing broken wing with tape of passion around the body, of course! It took time.
Now, I'm ready to fly like a falcon into sky, without flapping,
Nature stood Gazing at me with clapping..!!
#unforeseenThe day I missed my dream flight.
©game_of_life
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ckfilvan
1w
Read MoreHope you get it.
***in memory of Malcolm Muggeridge***
THE LEPERS
The tiring sun tinged red the western sky,
Clouds drifted like lovers waving goodbye;
As I watched the lake lain in rosy bed
A lovely silhouette had me arrested.
Bathing on the other side of the lake
On her own, I could tell her perfect shape;
The lake, me and her alone--my eyes danced
To a perfect day for a short romance!
I tore my shirt off and swam straight to her;
I cleared my throat just when I got closer,
My jaw fell to my chest as she turned round--
A young girl--half her lips and nose were gone.
I pulled back shaken by the ugly thing,
She cowered in fear like a cornered beast,
A mirror infront; my conscience did ring--
She cringed 'fore a leper in flawless skin.
©ckfilvan
@writersnetwork @mirakee
#julietscorner #tanzread #yamini #writersnetwork #ceesreposts
0211801The lepers
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siddhant_scribbles
1w
Read MoreHow do I put it? Let us say I was ignorant of the fact (it is a fact for me, my own reality, and I think reality has different versions) that nothing happens in this world without a reason. There is a sequence of events that lead us to play our part in this enormous journey our souls have embarked on. Endless lives are lived, memories created and then erased as sand is washed away with receding waters.
Talking of time, it has been such a powerful illusion. For us humans, time is always running out because for us a lifetime is all that we think we possess. But is it only a journey of finite years that makes us an enlightened being? Or we are merely playing our infinitesimally minuscule part in this prodigious journey that shall help our spirit fulfil its destiny in the truest form.
Then why do we feel attached to materials, both dead and alive. Above all, this reality that we so vividly separate from fantasy is so elusive that we never seem to comprehend the triviality of our existence. That is the only reason behind us fearing death so much, because we think that it is real. Whereas, our soul just changes its form and moves ahead on the inevitable journey. What would happen if our soul develops attachment to this world and refuses to move ahead? Shall it not wander into the abyss and fail to fulfil its destiny? What is the purpose of behaving in a certain way, loving others, respecting their emotions, maintaining relations and leading an ideal life then? Isn’t is all a waste? Isn’t it a form of felony?
Maybe, or maybe not! Because then you shall be derailing your soul off its path while your purpose is exactly the opposite. It is to give an impetus to this cosmic odyssey because you, as a human, possess the ability to mend and amend the path more than any other life form. Vedas have it that there are around 8.4 million life forms and a soul wanders from one form to another with a sole purpose of meeting its fate which is ideally to lose all forms and merge with the universal energy.
I am still ignorant of reasons for most of what is happening in my life. One thing is for sure though, there is a higher force working out there. I am bound by my karma in the same way as we all are and we have to fulfil our destiny in this limited time we have got so that we reach the final destination and rest in peace.
If not anything else, this realization makes me a fearless doer!
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#mirakee #pod #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
Something that I wrote long back, as part of a manuscript that still bites dust in dark... Somewhere under the busy present, lurking behind a hopeful tomorrow!Fearless!
There is a sequence of events that lead us to play our part in this enormous journey our souls have embarked on. Endless lives are lived, memories created and then erased as sand is washed away with receding waters...
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hafzikr
1w
Read MoreBecause HER brother is never YOURS.
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Monday at 1.12 a.m
I reminisced how he took her cold hand to say it's okay for the loss her heart weighed.
And I felt mine did float over the tears I shed on last quarter of that morning.
So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Tuesday at 1.43 a.m
The way her fists opened like a withered flower bloomed against a magical dew drop , when his fingers softly tangled around hers and the way my hand got smashed against those thug hands.
So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Wednesday at 2.23 a.m
Me and my self searched for the essence of brotherly love as she and her self wore all days and nights , and met so called brothers who wanted red sheets to be worn around my physique.
So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Thursday at 2.53 a.m
I wondered how her first menstruation charged his nerves with a raced responsibility.
And how he waited till mine to be exploded , for his brutal feast.
So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Friday at 3.12 a.m
On the second week of february , she got a Disney shower on her Instagram wall with tiny wishes laced as "I did that for you my sis". And I got a rain of erotics on mine stamped with "I can do this to you girl ". So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Saturday at 3.29 a.m
On a summer morning she was warned for her fabric fashions by him with a serene kiss on her forehead , and on an autumn night I was threatened to take mine off scowling twice on my wearied eyes. So I felt brotherly echoes on my empty space.
Sunday at 4.00 a.m
Intertwining the whole sequence into a tremendous order , I realized that him I admired as her brother was the same person who kept her safe in her house and called me out of mine.
So this time I felt godly echoes on my empty space.
©hafzikr
16.01.2021
@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod
@fromwitchpen Because this cup cake wanted me to write ��.
Thank you for the like @writersnetworkTo my brother in dreams ,
Did you get birth in my blood ? Or did you get death in my breath ?
Because my blood has clots embossed over my skin and my eyes look upon them with a brotherly eye. Shorter my breath grips , those sighs I leave fill the empty nerves with a brotherly cry.
Did you ever know how my love for you sang songs over the horizon ?
Did you ever notice my verses had spaces for us to play hide and seek ?
You probably might not , because if you ever had heard my feeble moans when they preyed on my softened flesh you would have appeared piercing particles of dust.
©hafzikr -
moon_child01
2w
Read MoreMasquerade Ball
Shades of emotions, colours washed out;
Invisible sides of your are hidden for reasons.
Hey! Under your loose mask you are burnt out;
Although mask is an essential comodity nowadays!
The party is organized, the known is unknown
And the unknown is known in many cases.
The Organizer Himself hide above the horizon;
Random people enter with colourful faces and dresses.
All enjoy the dance with their choosen partners;
The one night will turn into thousand memories and flaws.
The eyes with questions try to peep into the souls
Amidst the symphony of happiness,suspensions,sorrows.
Everyone is a talented participant but with mask,
Food, drinks and formalities are just to accomplish a purpose.
Only a few true couples win each other's trust;
Others ask themselves— Will there be a chance?
The loneliness lies silently, nobody reveals
Layers under layers make a face's inside ruin.
The cloud of feelings pull above certain intentions.
Alas! Still all are hidden behind the masks' celebration.
Inside there the handcuffs of insecurities
Playing chase in a reliable manner in the darkness
We just put on the masks and make busy ourselves
To avoid this madness of sadness which stays unexpressed.
@mirakee @writersnetworkMasquerade Ball
©moon_child01
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YOU'RE A SONG
You're like a song which cradles my dreams catching dense flights with the nook of your wings
You're like a song on which my life dances along the tunes of your kind heart
You're like a song which lullabies the Black wells of my life I saw them turning to jasmines
You're like a song my deep robe wears to scarf your love conquering the myriad cages of cosmos
You're are like a song that every mosque enchants to worship the tulips of only almighty
You're like a song that is played beside an oasis to calm the heavy breeze
You're like a song a poor poet sings to make
balladries of pensive verses
απd I am that~~~
βrahmleen
`(she ~ my~ song ~my~creator)` -
pallavips
2w
works when a mistake is made,
but not when trust is broken.
so in life, make mistakes but never
break a trust . because forgiving
is easy , but forgetting and trusting
again is sometimes impossible .
@nayan Ranjan Sinha -
antheia_
1w
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LOVE swathed my sin,
in layers of compassion.
Thenceforth, my soul,
healed and redeemed
to salvation.
©carrie09 -
antheia_
1w
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#melody #sinc #dewdrops
A sin called ᴄʀɪᴍsʏɴ
You are like a song
a mellifluously melancholic ����������ℯ
the ebony mirk
sings for his beloved dawn
afore he departs..
Bidding adieu to the slumberous
beauty he sins of kissing her ᴄʀɪᴍsʏɴ
with roscid pearly drops
of dew lining her cheeks;
he vows to meet her every night ������ ������.
©antheia_
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Glossary :
Aubade~ A song or poem greeting or evoking the dawn/ a morning love song; a song of lovers parting in the morning.
Crimsyn~ Deep red colour.
For aye~ Forever/eternally..
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We're all trapped in the wheel of time
Fading away bit by bit
Leaving traces of us in others and the ground
To one day live again
As memories and roses
©freedomwriteswm
