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kin_jo
2w
Read MoreI know I'm late but nevertheless wanted to attempt Yesterday's prompts. @mirakee @writersnetwork you hold a very special place in my ❤️ #microblog
#theclouds #writersnetwork #pod #ceesreposts
Thank you for the heart Wn :)
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Thinking clouds:
High and afar, a paradise of love
Friendly thinking clouds found their ground
So pure, so great, a place so profound
Majestic and Infinite, an imperial palace
Imprisoned clouds unveil their noiseless dreams
Soaking spectral mass with their unseen realms
Bright and dazzling, a heart shaped orb
With morning dawn, scorching prompts,
Breaks night long spell, setting thoughtful clouds on fire
Enkindling the unconquered embers of desire
Breathing and blooming, a new born star
Conquering his space betwixt his lines
Painting words in coverlets of blue,
Unfurling his enraptured soul
Seeking relief in soul shaped nest
For a place of tranquility and rest
Mysterious and resolute, an inspecting cloud
Whose coming is welcomed with besotted eyes
Tracing the glories with repost in the skies
A naming prodigy in the upper sky
A feeling so divine, sublime. -
kin_jo
4w
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Tonight I sit here
Writing without a purpose
Pouring out my heart
After being overshadowed for years
No stanza structure
Not following any rhyme scheme
Just words, plain words
One after the another
Forming vague sentences
Like disrupted or unkempt syntax
Typed without hitting a backspace
wiping out my piercing screams
Without any mute button
My words flows out like raindrops
Falling on the lake
Like diamonds scattered
From an aeroplane
Sailing in the air
Like a seed once sown
Which never have grown
Tonight I sit here
Ejecting out voices
Out of my blue veins
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#writersnetwork #wod #raindrops #writersbay #pod #bksc #readthisj #ceesreposts
Thanks for the ❤️ @writersnetwork
Lines in // is a poem 'caged bird' by Maya Angelou©
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kin_jo
6w
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From 36/9 down and being 0-1 to winning it 2-1! Incredibly proud of this team. What they have achieved is beyond extraordinary❤️
Best test series ever witnessed.
Start of on era of Indian cricket team!
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#writersbay I could only think of this topic to write about using this prompt #mmvc
Mini-monoverse
Each mini- monoverse is written in two stanza of five lines. 3 syllables per line and the rhyming scheme is a-a-a-a-a and b-b-b-b-b
Tried my best to stick to three syllable per line count. Please feel free to correct
Gaaba, Brisbane - place in Australia
Blue men, blue - Team India ��.
After 32 years of unbeaten record, India won test series on the oz soil
#writersnetwork©kin_jo
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kin_jo
7w
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Let me tell you a story
Of one broken bowl
Now two half empty bowls
Trying to absorb
D E S O L A T I O N
with whatever they can
Let me tell you a story
Of A dying heart
With four dark rooms
Filled with
D I S T O R T E D
Mirage of broken promises
Let me tell you a story
Of an unkempt room
Fragmented memories lingered
Framed upon the fading walls
E C H O E S
out the shards of shattered dreams
Let me tell you a story
Of a poet in love
Love Concealed in vaque poems
Lay airless, like orphans, forlorn
L A C K I N G
the author, unburied and unbound.
@kini
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Thank you for the ❤️ @writersnetwork #pod
I scribbled after longThat day when you left
the sweet kisses you once planted on my body, turned into scars, a faded memory.
©kin_jo -
kin_jo
10w
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Thank you for the ❤️@writersnetwork #pod #readthisj #ceesreposts
Old drafts. Since I have nothing new to write at this moment.Rainy nights
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I like the town on rainy nights
Sky Covered in the botches of cloud
Losing itself in the abyss of grey
Yet retaining its moon kissed shade
I like the town on rainy nights
Street lamps on the roadside maintaining its glow
Shining bright like firey flies
Each ray of light dispersing through the drop
Exploding in a shattering beam
Just like my broken dreams
I like the town on rainy nights
my eyes downpour
Mix with the soothing drops trickling down my face
Forcing me to think about the life I lead
My soul wandering aimlessly around the long lost path
Seeking its way through the puddly bed
Making me question about the decisions once I made
I like the town on rainy nights
The blurred vision through the dark
Makes me meet my brand new self
Washing away my pain and grief
Smell of the petrichor permeates through the air
Liberating me from my very dark self
I like the town on rainy nights
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kin_jo
11w
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Words!
All my life I've looked at words as though squeezed out little inkdrops of my chafing heart. Letter by letter, unveiling my fragmented thoughts, clawed and united to form words. They are my voice to my impulsive mind. Capturing my feelings and intensity all in a line.The interplay of words and rhythm , of verses and poesy gives life to my ethereal imagination.
Even on my loneliest day, the little words scrawls all over the dull paper accompanying me with sheer grace Like moonlight splattered over my barren floor, Illuminating me with iridescent light.
On days I'm broken, they shine on my broken melody like beheaded tulips glistens under rain.
The squeezed out inkdrops looks perfect like a sage even when they are spewed out with tongue of flames , like burning tongs. They escape my mind like soap bubbles fluttering with the wind, giving a face to my unreal dreams.
Words are My armies, My heroes, My front line soldiers, My tiny pawns strongly ranged to guard my Kingdom of darkness.
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Thanks for the ❤️ @writersnetwork #Pod #readthisj
#writingcontest #creativearena©kin_jo
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kin_jo
18w
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Writing for my brother in the light of how he was one of a kind. Collab with my sisters @colourfulgreys and @sunenasharma
Your kind nature, a very gracious heart
Your bliss conceals our pain bearing part
Your constant uplifting spree, to subside the cloud and fog
clustering in our mind
Your silliest efforts to restore our natural kind
A brother, a friend, a person with brilliant mind
A state of ephiphany, you redefined
Though the tale is now lost
under the perpetual labyrinth of time
Yet, your words now supplants, showering us with light.
Like kaleidoscopic rainbows cascading the sky
Thanks to your memories, I now, live in thy.
@kin_jo
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Few lines of his poem 'goodbye old friend'
Goodbye old friend
It's time for me to go
But our story won't end
As I get back on the road
You'll hold onto your place
Is what you say is my heart
I'll build a memory palace
Where we will never fall apart
@kehta_hai_joker
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For other parts please check #writer_bro_joker
Words in bg are his.
My brother, love you loads.
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Don't you ever feel lonely
Even if the stars around you disappears
Because I am going to be by your side
Until my last tiny breathe inside
©kin_jo -
kin_jo
18w
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HOPE
Self-doubt which you once harvested is now out of control.
He sticks inside you like a leech
Sucking your blood, surviving on your fragile thoughts.
Feeding off on the remnants of your sanity.
Crippling you down everytime you try to rise up
But, like beneath the dark clouds lies the silver lining,
Behind every gloomy dark day, lies the unsolicited rays of the sun,
Behind every despair,
I, the Hope too prevails.
I know how ugly he makes you feel
Despite, you being so bright.
He blinds you, obscuring your vision, from any kind of sun.
But peel off the scab your mind is surrounded with,
Fight back!
Scoop to the bottom of the ocean,
Get rid of the extra layers until you reach the dried rusk,
Revive a new beginning, a new day.
Exactly how after every rainy day, we say, this too shall pass, with the shining sun.
Let the seed of Me sprout, let Me blossom into a beautiful flower.
Be resilient, cope up, do not let the parasites of my step-brother despair, in any of its forms win and take you to the rope
I know I do fail you many times and makes you look like a stranger in a fools' paradise but hold onto me tightly,
I will shine when everything, everyone else, fails you.
Even a small firefly, a tiny light in the dark
Will remind you of me.
I am present in every nook and every cranny.
Your healing hand when your wings are broken,
Your star, your neon light in the dark, your rain, your sunshine.
All you'll need is a vision to see me.
Be resilient. Be you.
Let me reside inside happy you.
The year 2020 brought us many reasons to whine about. Lost some dear ones and made us realise about our weak self.
But we still hope for 2021.
we are still here fighting with our strength to fight against all the odds.
That is exactly what I am...a HOPE
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#writersbay #writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #daadigotyourback #genuine_readers
@drag_on thank you
#readthisj @sunenasharma @the_speccy_outsider
Joker❤️Ironically Despair cannot exist without HOPE
©kin_jo -
kin_jo
19w
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Miss you brother @kehta_hai_joker
KinJo (Kini+joker )
Look I changed my name for you ❤️
Initiated by @my_cup_of_poetry.
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Unsaids of dead
And soon I'm going to weave wings to my soul,
when I would be a poem, and they call me dead.
No, don't look at this body, this clay of sin with grace
just wrap me with a cloth made up of my unsaids.
My eyes seem close but I could see through my soul,
so don't shed fake tears, don't weep sympathy on me.
I have always been the slave of bitter truths so,
don't make shelter of your sweet lies in my eulogy.
My naked skin is alive yet, let it recite my story,
don't decorate me with those fake lilies and stars.
Sprinkle peace instead of holy water on me and put
dandelions I've made, from my bruises and scars.
Leave my corpse alone in my castle called coffin,
don't cage even a single bit of me in bottle of memory.
Dig six pages instead of digging six feet in soil so,
I'd be still alive in some line, in some unwritten poetry.
Make your heavy guilt sleep beside my hollow chest,
fill all the empty space with my mistakes and sins.
Don't leave anything to remember with sigh later,
just think I don't exist anymore, like I've never been.
-Ananya -
amsterdam
2h
Read MoreWhen I die like a flickering summer,
lay my sins on a bed of mercy
sprinkled with rose water flowing
from the angels' garden,
the nightingale shall sing
no sad hymns,
no soul shall weep,
for my departure
isn't a death sentence
nor a dead-end.
In a grave where daisies and petunias
touch the amber skies and
play hide & seek with the lemon sun
I wish to seek eternal rest,
Wrap my flesh in silk forgiveness,
in my grave
plant prayers & lavenders
together with anecdotes and poems,
pin a profound epitaph,
engrave a Chronicle
of this spectacular journey,
my pilgrimage
from Womb to Tomb.
©amsterdam
03.04.21
#afterlife #wod.
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lady_midnight
3h
Read MoreSmiles are costly and I'm not much of a bargainer, so I pay with blood for the happiness you see plastered on my face, because pretence is the new reality these days.
Words come cheap to those who dwell in bars with a broken heart spilled on their clothes, like the permanent ink of sorrows, tattooed on their skin.
Kindness echoes fiction, many say a fairytale of our time, for children to believe that poverty is a monster which can be defeated.
Hope is a graveyard kept alive with the flowers, stranded strangers leave behind, perfumed with guilt and amnesia as they forget everything but the scriptures of faith
Life, a beautiful lie and death, a hurtful truth they say, so when I've lived my lies as truth, bury me with the smiles I held dear, nail them to my coffin, so that whenever they pass me by, they will know pretences are opaque promises not meant to enter afterlife.
Bury me with words, immortal in an honest love lost, so their story may live in my epitaph, for the stranger kissing goodbye can believe love is the strongest force of all.
Bury me with kindness in the way you lay down my body, for your faintest touch of warmth may keep me warm, if my soul finds solace in the broken hut you walk by daily, but never stopped to spare a morsel or a penny.
Bury me with hope to forgive yourself if you forget, the moles on my body or how my lips were bow shaped, for eyes are but illusions and faith is in the love, in your heartbeats that rage.
For the uncertainty and certainty meet like old friends in the aftelife, bury me with both, a taste for life fulfilled and an adventure yet to take.
©lady_midnight
#writersnetwork #mirakee #afterlife
@pen_and_paper @raika_
I'm not sure if it makes sense though.AFTERLIFE
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the_world_is_unknown
3h
Read MoreWhen my breathless corpse will shed the last tear to live, bury it with the perpetual memories that I embedded on someone else's sky. The monochrome of my life that faded infront of the melancholic curtains will soon end.
Bury the letters that lie is wrapped and kept in a corner where the darkness of new moon has not reached yet. The letters are still white and my soul will embrace it's letters one day when it will start to live in solitude with the warmth of the soil.
Bury the pages that I picked up from the storm in my heart. The pages are yet to be inked with emotions when my soul will ink some treasures with the invisible tears of death.
Bury the eternal pure love that was used to paint someone else's canvas leaving that of mine blank. The love that still opens some dilapidated windows of the heart that keeps changing its colour.
Bury some thorns from my bed that I felt as the blessing of God while being half dead in my nightmares. The thorns that I dropped down intentionally on the deplorable albums of sorrow.
Bury my ancient innocence which is trapped in the edifice of my sorrow.
The serenity that flies in the skies full of fantasies aimless, homeless just flying and going away from the dreams that were once mine.
Bury the emollient touch of my mom which will keep collecting my tears from the bloodless soul and will help my soul to cease one day.
~the_world_is_unknown(Udita)
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#afterlife #ancientc #wod #pod #writersbay #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork
@tamanna3 @the_frozenn_heart @fromwitchpenBury the perpetual memories
That I embedded on someone else's sky.
Bury the letters whose words
Will be embraced by my soul one day.
Bury the pages that I picked up
From the storm of my heart.
Bury the eternal pure love of mine
That was used to paint someone else's canvas.
Bury the emollient touch of my mother
Which will help my soul to cease away one day.
©the_world_is_unknown -
thenixwrites
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haruisuzu
3h
Read MoreFondest hopes
Mind inundated by society's facade of decrees
Always caged & caging the soul & its eluding sprees
It's fine if I'm to be buried without a penny
But I hope I'll be buried free from mind's tyranny
Heart entranced by all things affable & gentle
Hoping to reimburse every soul with kindness as a rental
It's fine if I'm to be buried as a redemption for my sins
But I hope I'll be buried with my heart's heart-filling grins
Boredom always seeking warmth of the books
Thoughts affected by their words as rooks
It's fine if I don't have an eulogy written in a monograph
But I hope I'll be buried with a poem as an epitaph
Love chasing at your footprints on time's vast expanse
Defying all odds against us with love as a stance
Dear, its fine if you don't visit me ever again
I'll be glad to be buried knowing that your heart was a precious thing that I could attain
Indisputably, I'll die with remorseful incredulities
But until the end I hope to transcend beyond my capabilities
I'll try to stick to my words until the end of my life
But when I'm buried I hope to be buried as a human worthy of being humane about in the afterlife
#afterlife#wodFondest hopes
©haruisuzu
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gunjit_jain
19h
Read More@hindiwriters @hindinama #hindiwriters #hindinama
आप क्या कुछ खोने की बात करते हो मियाँ
बड़े होने की जद्दोजहद में, बचपना छोड़ा है हमने!पता ही न लगा, दिमाग की इस दलदल में हम कब खड़े हो गए
बड़ा होने की ख़्वाहिश तो नहीं थीं, पर न जाने कब बड़े हो गए
- गुंजित जैन -
sangfroid_soul
5h
Read MoreAfterlife,
after life
The clouds were a bouquet of black roses
Whose petals withered like lyrics off lips
Chants of strength and might; a chapter closes,
as the sky ripples against the eclipse
With pride, father, I hope you hold your head,
I offered this world everything I had
With a smile over empyrean bed
Among the garden of stars and moon clad
To be buried with few my remaining
Parts in your heart, with memories and love
Read my final letters while it's raining
I'll continue to live in skies above
The sky will be clear; is never the same
Our days are waning and waxing moon phase
© sangfroid_soul
Inspiration: @surefire
Though I can never write like you '-'
#sonnet #afterlife #writersnetworkThe clouds were a black rose presented
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iamgroot_
3w
Read MoreYou in my imagination
My imagination turned wild
I made you true in my head
You were beautiful and kind
So perfectly defined
Physically so similar
But in fantasy, you were divine
One of the kind.
I like my mind's craft
Not you, you are too human
When I see you in contrast
You don't hold a flame
You are not the same
You are not who I crave.
You never hurt me with words,
Actions are very just,
And you care about me,
Not you, but the one in the head
You are not even a shadow
In her bright light,
But she makes me sad too
By not existing in this world
© Gautam
@writersnetwork.
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barefoot
6h
Read MoreIn my drawer, my mother
finds irrational things
And
calls it
a graveyard and I
just look away .
The concert ticket I stayed
back till after twelve just
to hear my
friend sing like it really was
The end of the world.
The neon clips that my sister
gifted me on the day I cut off
my long hair after a boy declared
rather firmly that a woman is
defined by her long tresses.
The poem on overwhelming
Grief torn off from my
diary which I had written
to god after she took
my grandpa away from me
Without notice
The ticket from a bus ride
When I had a conversation with
A stranger who told me almost matter of
factly that
crowded buses reminds
her of her own mind
The crumpled wrapper of
the strawberry candy that
I dared to buy after the
boy sitting behind me in class
told me about an app
That counted calories.
The pebble I picked up from
The shore when I strayed
Too far near the ocean and my
father had pulled me back
yelling lovingly
The ink stained pencil sharpenings
That my friend had desperately tried to
make into art the day I told her
I felt too gloomy for life.
The diary after diary after diary
That I filled with thoughts that
made no sense and didn't
Have to either.
The tissue from a restaurant
When I had picked up a fallen
butterfly from the table and
The color from its wing stained
my fingers and I had wondered if
I could fly now.
The postcard written in spanish
I found within
A second hand book written
By a stranger who suddenly
felt like a lover from another time.
The rakhi I never tied because
my wise friend told me that it
is not necessary really to use
Thread to keep a boy from
Wandering too close to our hearts.
The red ballpoint pen I used to
Underline lines from Gitanjali
When Tagore effortlessly blurred the line
Between longing and reality .
The badge from my second
Standard on which I had drawn
a blue bird on the back and called
It my invisible angel .
You see these things
are alive and throbbing with
The spirit of the meaning they
have given my life but when
I die would
they even matter?
A badge and a wrapper and a postcard and
A ticket?
Just like my breathless body they
Would be just plain
Ordinary things with no soul.
Or meaning hence.
So
when you bury me, dear world
remember just to take
the meaning
my life offered you for a
brief little while
And bury it within your
heart kindly for I believe
within your heart
I
Would
remain
Eternal.
Just like the
badge with the blue bird
Or the tissue with the butterfly wing stain
Or the neon clips
Hidden in my
drawer that my mother
despite her tantrums
Never really
Threw away.
@writersnetwork @mirakee #afterlife©barefoot
