Mirakee
Happiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.
— Ruskin Bond
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lonethinker
1w
Read MoreThe Night is something
I wait eagerly every day,
Not just for the moon or the stars,
But for the kind of connection I have.
In the night I feel so easy,
I forget all my problems
Either I sit or lie down on the terrace
Gazing at the gleaming stars
That is far far away.
The night has a calming effect on me,
Where the flow of thoughts,
Either slow down or get halt.
We speak with each other,
In a language, neither of us understand,
Yet we talk and talk and talk.
I want to know,
If their days are different than mine,
I want to read their mind,
What are they thinking
In this very moment of time.
©lonethinker
#mirakee #thenight #freeverse
#DarkSky #NightSky #poem
#NightLover #thoughtWhy I love the Night Time
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lonethinker
1w
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This is the kind of road
I prefer to walk upon,
Through the woods,
Greenery on both sides,
Amidst there I am, trailing.
Sauntering through them
I listen to nothing
But the sounds of nature.
Miles away from the concrete jungle,
And its chaos.
I find peace, solace from the monotony,
and get mesmerized by its beauty.
I think of nothing, just feel free,
Enjoying to the symphony of
Many tiny creatures for free.
#woods #escape
#trail #peace
#mirakeeTrailing through the Woods
©lonethinker -
lonethinker
2w
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It's almost impossible to get through my day without admitting that there is someone that loves me as much you do.
I want you to know that I too love you so much.
Thank you for always being there for me, my sister and brother. We are nothing without you. From taking care to nurture us so well.
We are proud to have you as our mother.
Your strict guidance and discipline taught us to be patient, helpful and be responsible.
No matter how much we learn, there are many more left to learn from.
So, please take care of yourself and our father, because you both are our treasure. Life has so much more to offer.
There are so many things to see, so stay healthy.
My wishes and prayers are for you maa,
For you to stay healthy, live longer and more blessings to come.����
#mothersday
#mirakee©lonethinker
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lonethinker
3w
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The stale air in the room,
and the seemingly blank space,
makes me think,
I belong to somewhere else.
I believe I'm meant for something else,
I just wish I knew that what and where else.
©lonethinker
#blank #thought #something&somewhere
#mirakeeThe Stale air in the room
©lonethinker -
Before solace there has to be some pain.
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lonethinker
5w
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Dear Mother Earth,
We are grateful to you for always taking care of us. You have always been nurturing us like a mother, Now it's our responsibility to keep you clean and green and take care of you in the best possible way.
©lonethinker
#Earth #MotherEarth #mirakee
#EarthDay�� #EarthDay2020Earth Day
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lonethinker
5w
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The Emptiness Still Exists
I have done it again
Managed to pass another,
Ten years of my life, a decade,
With fewer ups and more downfall.
At some points, some miracle happened,
That knocked me out,
filling me with a different kind of charge,
That is extensively large.
Nevertheless, I am the same
The indistinguishable I was before.
I did change a lot,
Keeping something intact.
On some days I honestly wish,
I would fall into the ocean,
With a gigantic rock fastened to me,
And feel it drawing me in.
I would let the saltwater into my body,
That fills my lungs and make me feel complete,
Until my mind and soul feel nothing,
I'll be dead by then.
Only there I will be full of something,
Unlike now, I'm just alive,
But there's an emptiness everywhere,
Just everywhere.
Debabrata Tarai®
#ConfessionalPoem
#TheEmptinessExistEverywhere
#mirakee
#writersnetworkThe Emptiness Still Exists
I have done it again
Managed to pass another
Ten years of my life, a decade
With fewer ups and more downfall.
//See the caption//
©lonethinker -
Blooming In the Dark
Blooming in the dark
Is the hardest part.
Yet she has found her companion
As moon and stars.
She has found comfort in the dark
There she blooms happily in the dark,
Proudly leaving her distinguished mark.
©lonethinker -
lonethinker
8w
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I love to
travel
to the city
where I have never been to.
I love to
walk
down those beautiful streets
and the cafes
learning how they
relish their lives.
I love to
feel everything deeply into,
see what is new and
appreciate it truly.
I love to
create memories and
cherish every moment.
All I know is my dreams,
city and urge to travel
till the very end.
©lonethinker
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sahoosmruti
2w
ବିକଟାଳ ଚିତ୍କାରରେ
ଫାଟିପଡୁଛି ଜଙ୍ଗଲ
ଝିଂକାରୀ ର ଝିଁ ଝିଁ ଶବ୍ଦକୁ
ଶୃଗାଳର କାନଫଟା ରଡି
ନିଶବ୍ଦ ଅନ୍ଧାରୀ ଗହିରୀ ର
କୋଳରେ
ମୁଣ୍ଡଥାପି ଶୋଇଛି
ଶୈତାନୀ ଶକ୍ତି .....
ନା ମ
ଆଉ ଆସୁନି
କବିତା କଣ ଘଟାଯାଏ
କବିତା ତ ଆପେ ଆପେ ଘଟେ
ଠିକ୍ ପ୍ରେମ ପରି
ଶବ୍ଦବୁଣିବା... ଆଉ
ସେକସପିଅର୍ ଙ୍କ ଉଇଚ୍ ର
ମେଟାମରଫିକାଲ୍ ବର୍ଣନା ପାଇଁ
ସାହସକରିବା
ଦୁଇଟାଯାକ
ଦୁଃସାହସିକତା ସ୍ୱୀକାରୋକ୍ତି ର
ମାଧ୍ୟମ
ଗୋଟେ ଅସମ୍ଭବ ଚେଷ୍ଟା
ତାହାଲେ ଆଉ କେବେ
ଲେଖିବି
ସବୁ ଅସମ୍ଭାବ୍ୟତାର
ସମ୍ଭାବତାମାନେ ଯେବେ ରାଜିହେବେ
କବିତା ଯେବେ ହଁ ଭରିବ ...
©sahoosmruti -
angelsubu
3w
Read MoreTurning the corner in the dark night,
She was adoring the loneliness,
Moving all around she did sleight,
To the looming darkness!!
With her slow and collected gait,
She approached the lonesome night,
Finding none but something did bait,
Presence of that felt her light!!
The slow wind was touching her soul,
Like a soft cushion,
The twinkling stars as a whole,
Stilled her motion!!
Her watery eyes were slowly parching,
Listening to the silent words and feelings,
She found something what she was imagining ,
Which was full of trillings!!A FORLORN LASS....
©angelsubu
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soulfulstirrings
19w
Read MoreInfo content : Courtesy Google
Elegies : sad poems
Ballads : A kind of narrative poem, adapted for recitation or singing; especially, a sentimental or romantic poem in short stanzas.
Pastorals : One of the poetic favorites is pastoral poetry because it elicits such wonderful senses of peace and harmony. Like the haiku, nature is often at the center of these types of poems as well. In general, pastoral poetry will focus on describing a rural place, but the terms will be peaceful and endearing. You will feel at ease after reading these types of poems.
Imagery : These types of poems work to draw a picture in the mind of the reader, in order to give an extremely powerful image of what the writer is talking about. They work to intensify the senses of the reader.
#random #writersnetwork #mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty
Image credit to the rightful owner . #poetryPoetry is
A healer .
All she asks ..
Is for you
To just write .
//Elegies lament whilst ballads whisper love songs
Pastorals soaked in serenity , imagery is a burst of emotions//
©soulfulstirrings -
sahoosmruti
19w
//I broke the cage
and
life happened .//
The euphoria in my sleeves winked at me. It seemed as if one deactivated my sleeping sickness after an eternity.
I went to my backyard. And for the first time I felt like the sunflower smiled at me like a newly born infant .The grasses under my bare feet were dancing in joy and there was something cheerful in the air that was enough to enhance the mood .
I looked up. And it didn't seem like the sky was weeping blue .Rather I felt like the blues in sky are nothing but the bunch of hopes floating freely just to cheer up the gloominess around .
I ruffled a few dark strands back my ears with so much affection.The chirping sound of birds were so soothing that they rejuvenated life in my veins .
I was completely lost in those magical moments . The tears of regret touched my chin for disparaging my life , for taking my eyes off from the beauty of kindness and love .
The heaviness that my heart carried for so long become lighter. I breath out the air of relief .I broke the cage around me .Unchained my feet and flapped my wings .I was ready to fly.I was ready to fall and to dare again
©sahoosmruti -
I see ancient queens,
as old as soil
who wear trees as crowns,
wield the wind as sceptres,
and sit on elevated thrones
sculpted by the Earth,
when I see an old Mountain range.
©artemiswrites -
And the milestones keep shifting
What's hope?
All the words unread, the pages unturned,
the mysteries unravelled, their world undiscovered,
the faces of earth unexplored, the heights unscaled,
the canopies unembraced,
the architectures unadmired, the histories untouched,
the people unthanked and their stories unheard-of,
the innumerable plans we have for the days we have in our hands.
Well, it's about giving a tiny room for the desires of the heart expecting it to be unlocked someday.
The milestones keep shifting, responsibilities imbibing, the lock corroding and we...sinking happily in the dreams of our hoping.
©voiceless_brine -
The sky blushes like a red rose
touched by the first rays
of an April dawn
when the Sun writes its
declaration of undying love
for the blue sky on
the clouds for the whole
world to read.
©artemiswrites -
sumana_chakraborty
26w
Read More#FridayFun#pod#mirakee@mirakee#writersnetwork
@writersnetwork
Solitude
In this wondrous monotony
Amidst Wood's verdant rhapsody
And Wind's hush psithurism
Where solitude breaks silence
Prevailing mine umpteen serendipity and realm.
Wanderlust mind never mesmerized so much
As in this serene bucolic nature's lap
Trees meditating for rain and lux
Their words echoing in sanctuary of trust.
When my words deceive me
Killing me from within
Starry nights lead me
To these lush green paths of pine
Dawn to dusk I bask with them
in this blessings of blissful pulchritude haven
Where thickets of lilies and rose
Sal , teak , deodar and spruce whisper me beautiful words
Dew laden ferns then glisten
I revive my poetries again
Beneath that colossal welkin
Wrapped within calmness of evergreen
Far away from city's mayhem.
©sumana_chakrabortySolitude
In this wondrous monotony
Amidst Wood's verdant rhapsody
And Wind's hush psithurism
Where solitude breaks silence
Prevailing mine umpteen serendipity and realm.
Wanderlust mind never mesmerized so much
As in this serene bucolic nature's lap
Trees meditating for rain and lux
Their words echoing in sanctuary of trust.
©sumana_chakraborty ( please read the caption ) -
aniket_das
27w
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lunaeclipsed
28w
Read More#cees_sayit #poem #poetry #loneliness
Super short, but it's something I've been telling myself all day.Not the Omen It Claims to Be
This sense of loneliness,
That replaced touch,
Is a warning, not
An omen: listen
To your own fear,
But know
It cannot predict tomorrow,
Unless you let it decide
There will not be one.
©lunaeclipsed
