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Píck me up or shall I fall again?
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So stunning was she!
Walking down her aisle on the paths of the streets.
Treading pass foretime along sides white and black.
Dance tapping in those black shoes of hers.
In a petite beau avalanche of a dress.
Stunning was she still, hopping.
I would like write to you in French.
But for this...I have no other way to express.
Past white and black.
Still in black and white.
Her steps forward led her to the unforeseen unknown.
A sharp pain in her chest.
Mild as it was.
It dug into her veins in her heart.
Striking what wasn't meant to be touched.
She couldn't call out for help.
Cos at that very moment, she lost her voice.
Her steps.
Her right foot.
To the rest part of her
The whole street stopped.
All activities were on hold.
As if time wanted to join in the furor,
Life itself paused.
Tears ran.
In drops yet in a stream.
Gushing fast and also slow.
Her right foot began.
Began its journey to the world's variable.
Bits by bits.
She went apart.
Like ashes after fire's afterwards.
Hmm...I still hear her pains in my head.
I still remembered that day I saw her last.
Stuck between time's idleness,
She still went apart.
Fading away.
Until it reached her bosom.
To her hair,
As pretty as it were,
Frozen in the wind which stopped due to time's joblessness
Shall I tell or say to you,
What was last of her?. It was her tears.
Still gushing like a tap.
Still in the wilderness of her becomeness.
Right there she began.
Right there she ended.
It began again.
Life continued again.
Time thought it was about time it left.
'Everything is boring'
'No life!'.
'Ouch' a woman in a snowy dress exclaimed.
'What's the matter, honey?' her husband asked her.
'Nothing but it feels like I have been struck by a person's sorrow'
'Eish, don't be silly'
The woman smiled.
Unknown to her, what she felt was really of sorrow.
A lament of a young lady.
In whose tears were her last moments.
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kjumai
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Read it backwards after the poem finishes. Was going through my journal and I found this.
#kjumai #mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakee_assistant #journal #writers #poets #writing #writersblock #mm #diaryI lost in an infinite war.
Though I'm in a belittled world.
I'm here as I've always been.
But not forever as I've always seen.
I am alive.
©kjumai -
kjumai
8w
THE SHADOW
Have you heard?
The shadow of a man scares even him?
An area where light rays from a point source can't reach?
According to science.
In this case, the point source's the moon.
The dawn moon.
He wakes.
From his deep sleep with shock and fear.
"O God , what's the time?".
He's phone's gone dead.
There's been a power outage since he remembers.
With the adrenaline in him,
He got up from his bed.
Dashing with swag to his backyard.
'hhh' he looked back.
Terrified.
Thinking he saw something move.
As he took a step forward,
He saw a figure beneath him.
Thinking that the person was above of him,
He looked up.
Didn't see a thing.
He did all of this, remaining in that same spot
As he advances forward,
The figure's moving in his same direction.
Exhibiting his every move.
'ttt, what a deceit!' He ended.
'Just another of the dawn's moon's trick'.
©kjumai -
kjumai
8w
AWAY
02:25...........
He looked again, to be sure he was reading well.
'Where am I?'
He asks, as he found himself by the seaside ashore. Waves roaring at him probably scolding him for the mess he's got himself in. He took a deep breath remembering what she last said, her very last words to him,
'and you'd be gone by the twinkle of an eye,... a payback'.
Wanting to get the bad omen out of his head, he shook his head as if to say
'No, I oppose it'.
He continued to walk on the never ending path. As he aced further, he saw a door afloat. He reached for the rusty handle, put his right leg in and BEHOLD!...caught off guard, he traveled back in time.
Back to the early years.
Back to the days where farewells were sorrows.
Back to the places where return was forbade.
'Enough is enough. I have seen the needed. I want back, now!. Take me back'
The all white bearded men looked at him with the craziest of looks.
'I think this one has lost his head o'er' said Jack with his old Scottish accent.
' Well include that one too' James added pointing to the youthful lassie squeaking under the table.
'She's possessed' Jacob joined in. 'Well, to hell with all of thy shenanigans, let's get to it' He said as they all cheered.
He continued but this time with sanity,
' Oi, please where is the lavatory?' He asks the chauffeur.
'Over there, to the slight left'.
'Thanks'.
Should I say, confusion was getting the best of him? cos he took the right!...the freaking RIGHT!
He entered into the room, the one on his RIGHT, only to see what was shocking. Something falls.
'Who's there? Is anyone there?'.
As he treads to find the noise he heard from across, his feet came to find a box of great design. One which was archaic and among the rarest, expensive. He picked it up, took a chair and sat with half his buttocks. He opened it with care, luckily no lock was attached. He found a wine bottle inside, one almost a hundred years old. He could tell the age cos he owned a winery. He took it out, a dark brown tinted glass bottle. He uncorked it. There was a scroll made of papyrus inside. He took the papyrus and opened it, loosening the knot on it.
'Oi,...to my dearest and only one, William Harvey Einstein'
He paused, shocked, cos that was his name. 'Maybe he's my descendant' he concluded.
'..., I write to you telling you of my pains and apologies. I had no other solution my dearest. I told her, Emile, about you, she's coming for you as she came for me. SAVE IT,... PROTECT IT! ...your DNA, cos you are of my precious creations. And
...lest I forget, LOOK BACK'
As he turned, before he could utter a word, he was silenced, hit on the head, dead. As were those before him laying on the floor, a HUNDRED of them!.
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A cry.
...
....
' I should start first with that.
Shouldn't I ?
Well to all my neighbours, I und love.
Will we meet again?...nope, I think so not.'
...
Saying my byes to my whilom home,
With open arms I welcome a novel umbworld.
As I greet the airs of the ward,
A kiss from the light rays redden my cheeks.
'Am I this welcomed?'
As I was entwined in my thoughts,
I became more oblivious of the rather four-shaped space.
I still was on the bed
So I thought, cos it was rather hard to lay upon.
The doctor, a fair-skinned, took the forceps, then put it back.
She mistook it for the scissors as she was trying to ascertain if I was alright.
Having cut the only thing which attached me to my erstwhile,
panic was then written all over her face.
'She isn't crying'
'She isn't crying'
'Nurse get me that,
NOW!'
My mother was worn out. She couldn't scream , she held it in but I could still see it all over her face that all wasn't well. Doctors scents were everywhere. They smelled different from my mumsy.
'Well all observations are enough. Time to let the world know I'm alive'.
As I opened my mouth to cry, I see tears run out of her eyes.
'Is she sad?'
Doctors made their chin go up, a line appeared from their jaw, a curvy one.
Well that was it before I begin to bore you all with how the new world seemed.
©kjumai
#kjumai #myqoute #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #2020 #layers #poets #poetry #writers #intothefirstlights #lady #old #diaries #qoutes #poems #writers #tobe #mothers #mumsies #stories #microtales #tales #salesINTO MY FIRST LIGHTS
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Saying my byes to my whilom home,
With open arms I welcome a novel umbworld.
As I greet the airs of the ward,
A kiss from the light rays redden my cheeks.
'Am I this welcomed?'
As I was entwined in my thoughts,
I became more oblivious of the rather four-shaped space.
©kjumai -
kjumai
9w
LAYERS
Have you once quivered?
Owing to the trepids of being shattered,
Broken.
There's a figure...I say
all the time but people
look at me with "what's this one saying" look.
It's a steep stairway below.
Darkened.
And deep down she goes.
Burrowing into my inner depths.
Shoving the "so called dusts".
Telling me my inside's "*rott'en*".
"So it needs *wash'in*".
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DREADED IN THE DEAD ME
I write with my heart.
To the pieces of *mon* heart.
Shattered like broken
pieces of glass in disarray
all over the place.
My red plump of flesh
has turned silicate.
Hardened like cement
and sand mixed.
As I plea to my
lying on
concrete
the floor,
A maple leaf
fell on my dreads
A scent followed.
A cherry s
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s precise.
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s to
My whole o
n awoke.
e
A tear came out of me.
Nothing to feel.
As I was dumbfounded
In my dilemma.
The concretes went apart.
It turned sand.
Then separated from the limestone.
My eyes were starting to deceive me.
So I thought.
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On mine.
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In red,
to b
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Mix d.
ing with plasma and
The rest of its constituents,
It started to coagulate.
Plump,...plump,...plump.
It became.
And once again,
it formed
a joyous being.
It flew with all of it
ATP
to within me.
And I,
Was alive again.
Not dreaded in the dead me.
©kjumai
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#kjumai #myqoute #mirakee #alove #alive #heart #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #ATP #blood #silicate #glass #2020 #dreads #dead #me #diaries #poetries #poems #poets #writers #writingcommunity #igwriters #wordpornDREADED IN THE DEAD ME
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Faceless
I stare into your eyes.
Wanting to see you smile.
But what I see is nothing but your nothingness.
I rock you.
To not hear your cries.
But oh lord my heart’s the one's crying.
I feel joyous that my months of carriage
Has come to an end.
I wait for your smiles,
Your laughs,
Your cries,
And all the smell of poops.
And to touch those tiny little feet.
But what I hold is a body full of mud.
Stuck with nothing but lifelessness.
I cry.
I laugh.
With all the sanity left in me.
I’m in a dilemma.
Stupefied.
All those months of patience.
Wanting to see God’s creation.
But…I saw nothing.
Still.
No laughs.
No smiles.
Can’t hear your midnight cries.
Oh my flesh!
I can’t see your any structures.
All I see is flatness.
A thin piece of clay.
Faceless.
©kjumai
#kjumai #writersnetwork #myqoute #lockdown #cries #faceless #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork #writers #poets #writingcommunity #poems #dilemma #patience #nolaughsFACELESS
I cry.
I laugh.
With all the sanity left in me.
I'm in a dilemma.
Stupefied.
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Our stolen memories
Have now turned memoria.
Our once covert freelancing
Is no more clandestine.
Is this it?
Our last bus stop?
You purloined my heart and
now you let it slither,
wrecked?
Beckoning the specters of the secret us.
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#kjumai #2020 #myqoute #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork #memories #poetry #poets #writers #heart #specters #secret #beckoning #stolenYou purloined my heart and
now you let it slither,
wrecked?
©kjumai
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harshtaa_
3w
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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redolent_smile
3w
Read MoreI sit on the viridescent grass
under the sky at night,
Illuminate just a little
By the constellations of stars
That I've deciphered
Onto the black canvas
That had held before
Tinges of black and blue only.
I've always craved to daub the sky,
With those colours that my heart
Chooses to bleed.
But all I could save was
Gyrates of silver, drops of pearl white
And shades of celestial blue.
I spun the star string
With uttermost elegance and delicacy
Fearing the chagrin of Athena.
As had Arachne,
Her shouts and terror played before my eyes,
But slowly they faded away.
Eclipsed by beauty,
I concocted my own essence.
My perishable hands failed to darn
The fabric of celestial bodies but
"We are celestial beings.",
Someone once told me this .
So I allowed my own stardust
Flow into it with ease.
Paradigm I wove
With softness that's not mine
And sprinkled into them life
With what was left of my whole.
Once I was done with it,
I wrapped the angelic veil,
Beaded with the string of Orion
Onto the black space of the cosmic sky.
And the universe discerned art
Oozing out of my veins.
But no single homosapien spared a glance.
Not a single praise tickled my ears
And the sonorous silence clawed at my heart.
But I wouldn't let that be.
The euphony my soul warbled
Cuddled deep in the milky way of my creation.
Too messy to make out
If all I did was disburse random symphonies.
Or my messed up tiny heart
Had pondered for aeons
To present the orchestra my eyes saw unfold.
But none of them mattered
Because the universe of my creation
Was silent no more.
- Sadrita
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Perhaps the last post of 2k20
Happy new year in advance to all of you ❤
@barasiya__ @the_poetic_soul you guys are the best thing that happened to me this year. Thankyou ❤
@love_whispererr @_sleepyhead_ you both are my favourite ❤
@someone_alive I feel so special when you specially tag me in your poems ��
Edit 1: @the_frozenn_heart I'm so happy to see you here again ��❤ welcome back!!!
Edit 2: @writersnetwork @mirakee someone pinch me please! ��❤ this can't be true. I'm so happy. So much!
Thankyou. You just made my last post of this year so special( my first pod and sixth wn repost ��)
Edit 3 : @the_poetic_soul can't thank you enough. ��❤ you were the one who compelled me to post this. You're the best ��
#sadri_writes #dulcetdecember"We are celestial beings.",
Someone once told me this .
So I allowed my own stardust
Flow into it with ease.
•Sadrita -
mirakee
3w
Read MoreThe stairway to heaven
Lies way beyond my soul,
Far-away from my heart,
And out of my control.
As I pass each second,
Of every single day,
I take steps to travel,
This far and distant way.
The stairway to heaven
Leads to a final goal,
When earthly life's absorbed
Via blending of the whole.
- Ernestine Northover
( Source: PoemHunter.com)
Write a short poem that includes the motion of going up or down a staircase.
Tag with #stairs and share.
#wodWrite a short poem that includes the motion of going up or down a staircase.
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mirakee
3w
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Tag your posts with: #talkingframes
PS: This is not a reference to the talking frames in Harry Potter ��"The frame on the wall speaks to me, in a language lost in memories..." complete this creative piece.
-
anetita
3w
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 -
eniim_allo
4w
Read More23/12/2020
#wishc #25words
@writersbay
#merrychristmas
#loveofgod
#loveofhumanity
@writersnetwork and @mirakee Thank you so much for your kind repost ��
No words for the first POD. Zillions of thanks from the bottom of my heart. ❤❤������������
Thank you to everyone����❤❤My Christmas wish is_
"May we grow
in loving and
serving God,
reaching out to all poor
and marginalized
without discrimination.
Love should be
the only goal among humanity."
©eniim_allo -
mirakee
4w
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I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of the hunger for life that gnaws in us all.
- Richard Wright
Write a poem, short story or quote using the word echo.
Tag with #echo and share.
#wodWrite a poem, short story or quote using the word echo.
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thewordplayer
4w
Read More2020 has been a rough year for most of us out here. It has been one of my toughest years and it taught me a lot. I have lost people, who are never coming back. I have been mentally disturbed too, and I wanted to write about it but I didn't know how to put it. All thanks to @sangfroid_soul , for her post really showed me that writing about 2020 is not as much of a bad idea as I thought.
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Twenty things that I will carry forward from 2020 :
1) People might leave and you might not get a chance to bid the final goodbye. So make sure you are always in some sort of touch with people who matter, else you will spend next years of yours drenched in regret.
(I have lost three very close people this year, I wasn't in talking terms with two of them and now when I think about it, I cuss myself in every way possible. I cannot even close my eyes at times.) So always choose your words carefully, so that you don't regret them because you never which of it could be your last conversation with someone.
2) Time spent with family is precious. You are growing older and so are your parents and grand parents. Talk with them whenever you have time, else you will never know when there will be this huge difference in perspective between yours and theirs, which will only make life difficult in coming times for either side. And trust me, you will get to learn something out of every conversation.. for no matter what, they have seen more world than you.
3) What you read and what you watch plays an important part in shaping up the kind of person you are to become. Make sure you choose your read list and watchlist carefully. (Try avoiding salman khan movies)
4) Don't be judgemental. Let people do whatever they want to do, wear whatever they want to wear, eat whatever they want to eat. As long as it is not hurting anyone, let it be. No one is ever completely right, or wrong. Neither are you or them, nor are the ones who preach about right and wrong. Try being empathetic.
5) All of us have our own therapy that helps us calm ourselves down. For me it is painting. It could be writing or cooking or reading or may be anything else for you. Make sure you figure out yours, because it helps a lot. Art can do wonders, it can take your mind and soul to places that you cannot even imagine. Art works better than any medicine.
6) Trust is an important thing. Make sure you don't regret where and on whom you place your trust. People are cruel, sometimes as cruel as you, sometimes even more. Be wise.
7) People might hear a lot, but they listen what they want to listen to, they believe what they want to believe and they see what they want to see. So make sure you tell your story to the right people. For you never know how the wrong ones are going to carry forward the story.
8) We all create stories in our head. We all are the heroes of our stories, but just know that not every story needs a villain. Don't forcefully defame someone and make him the villain just to glorify the hero. Because people love glorifying stories and and they love to hate and criticise. They will hate him more than they will love you.
9) World is a beautiful place, and love makes it more beautiful. Try understanding what love really is. It is not just romantic, it has lots of dimensions to it. Seek for the right kind of love in the right places, life will get easier.
10) Self love is important. Before you try loving somebody, make sure you love yourself in the proper way.
11) There is no perfect time to fall for love. So if love finds its way into your life, embrace it. If it really is love, it is meant to heal you. Don't let it go, you will regret way more than you can imagine.
12) Don't argue with someone who thinks supporting the government makes him a patriot. Just say those three magical words and walk away.
13) Religion plays an important role in our world (specially in my country). Just know that you can love and respect your religion without defaming somebody else's. Don't fall for a political propaganda.
14) What is right is right and what is wrong is wrong. Learn to accept the fact that you can be on the wrong side of things as well, and it is totally alright and you can always apologise.
15) Social media is a beautiful hoax. Never prioritise it. When you are in a moment, live it.. don't waste it by taking pictures after pictures. A picture in your heart is worth a million in your phone's gallery.
16) Stay away from people who make you believe that you cannot be loved. Stay away from those who LOVE TALKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. Not everyone deserves an explanation. Don't waste your words.
17) Mirakee is one amazing place. It has helped me, and surely to most of it's members in lots of ways. It has helped me get over lots of tough nights, it has helped me write in a way I never knew I could. It is a beautiful habit, but make sure it stays as a habit, try not making it an addiction.
18) After you get through your initial phase in mirakee, you slowly become a part of the family, and that is when the eminence steps in. Make sure you write for yourself, make sure you focus on what you want to write and not what people want to read. This place is like a home to you, and me and lots of others.. keep this place clean.
19) You will come across new people everyday. Just be wise and carefully choose the people who you decide to keep around you (not just in mirakee). Eight out of ten hands are for shaking, not for holding.
20) Covid-19 virus was a curse to the entire world. We all have lost people and time, and life hasn't been much kind in last eight-ten months. Make sure you never forget it or what it has taught you. So that ten years from now when you look back, you can thank 2020 for making you wise and showing you that even the darkest of nights end and life goes on, no matter who or what is left behind.
Take care
©thewordplayer.
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branthan
4w
Read MoreI wish I could write a poem.
one where words fall into a rhyme
to take your breath away.
it may not make sense to many
but I know you would understand.
like a starry night
I've been told that people are like poems.
I can write a letter then another
and a few more to a word
to a line to some metaphors
but I wonder if it ever
will look like you.
perhaps you aren't a poem that
fit so well on some white sheet
for a stranger to read.
you are stories of countless lives
that feels like one, the stories
wind carries on December nights.
aren't we all are some
mistakes that need some correction?
moving a little forward to
catch a little breath.
I cannot tell how many stars
have been died since
the last time I wrote to you
it looks so different
but you would understand.
do you ever miss the stars that
aren't there anymore,
or does it scares you that they
don't care about what you write about?
maybe people aren't poems,
but stars that
you write about from afar
you only miss the ones that
you write about.
maybe it is all our futile attempt
to find a meaning to an existence
that exists for a moment
then drift afar.
I wish I could write but
you would understand.
are words enough to tell what
you feel, or the flickering lights
up above are enough on a silent night?
how would you know when I die
if all you could hear is this familiar silence
that the wind carries,
would you feel the melancholy
when the wind caress your skin,
or would you look for warmth
and wonder about the stars?
I wonder what you would write
on a night like this, where
the wind is a little too cold.
but you always loved the snow
that fall a little late a little far.
if you could be anywhere
where would you go
one among the stars or
some lines on a white sheet?
I wish I could write, but I can't,
I know you would understand.
@mirakee @writersnetwork.
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sangfroid_soul
4w
Read MoreOkay. Happy New Year in Advance.
Wasn't really sure if the format made any sense but since Raika and Siddharth are there, no worries ��❤️
My original plan was after yesterday's post I'd post this directly. But chaheti wanted me to write a special post as 200th.
Note. Thank you. I'm grateful. ❤️ For everything. And everyone ❤️
Take care.
#obscure #writersnetwork #sangwn
@poeticgirl poetrify ��
@mirakee thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.
Although you'd already made my days to come with that hurricane of likes XD I have screen recorded it ��❤️
Thank you for the 4th one.Along life we die
Along death we livealong the lines,
being dots ourselves
we
all
fall
trip
and take a trip to the land
of the
unknown
unimaginable
corner of the mind.
along the pages,
being stories ourselves
we
fear
tear
and steal few words
from the
universes
made
of our worlds.
along the colours,
being a rainbow ourselves
we
plunder
murder;
others'
and our
lives
we paint silence and hurt.
along the emotions,
being baggages of expectations
we
envy
betray
show
hide
at the same time.
along the threads,
being crochet ourselves
we
sew
unsew
people and memories
words and love
hate and satires.
along the skies,
being sunsets ourselves
we
animate
poetrify
pain and suffering
we settle being the storms.
along the words,
being creations ourselves
we
create
destroy
poems, hearts
sonnets
and label them
heartbreaks.
along the breaths,
being sighs ourselves
we
inhale hope
and exhale tiredness
hoping to bring a change
in anything but ourselves
we await for a cataclysm.
along the lyrics,
being songs ourselves
we
sing
dance
fall
to the tunes of life
tumbling down
we write songs for others.
along the numbers,
being infinities ourselves
we
add
subtract
our wishes and dreams
we multiply and divide smiles.
along the tulip petals,
being dewdrops ourselves
we
play
hide
seek
with the sun and the moon
an endless cycle, we never fade away.
along the stars,
being specks of dust ourselves
we
collect
unify
reasons for
of our existence
come to the conclusion
we're free
yet constantly
controlled.
along the days
being time ourselves,
we
count
seconds
of the love that lasted
and cry for hours in the night
we love and break more often than moon itself.
along the obscure destiny,
being the path itself
we
doubt
break
ourselves chasing perfection
when perfection resides in imperfections.
©raika_
©a_wildflower
©sangfroid_soul
