Mirakee
Wounds got fractured,
pain got dropsical
fleshes nearly absorbed hue
graves stop offering smokes
broken heart pieces bleeds river
she drowning in those escapes
raive deaths heeds
bait of relief trapped her
she paid off all the love
with cries
that she had on lease
©manrup
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manrup
2h
Read More#escapec @writersbay ik I'm too late for this��
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@love_whispererr @_still_in_mess a read?
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@tengoku Happy Birthday dear♥️♥️
Ik this piece is not at all related to you but I want to wish you so ispe wish kr dia����♥️ -
manrup
1w
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@_still_in_mess a read?? And Thank you for the love you showered on my previous post����Creating poetries is not easy
You have to live those metaphors
And in sudden track when you end up losing words
You pour ink on paper and
try to nourish your past in those empty pleasures
©manrup -
I_Iworeyoulike..
I wore you like freed zephyr
But found myself caged,
A bird with wrecked wings
no sunset alarms to reach their world
I wore you like muse notes
But found no help kept on failing,
A shame whose tore sleeves chores
can't blind your eyes
I wore you like woven dreams
But found just dark nebula,
A cloak full of black
with each ruptured stratum unfolding secrets
I wore you like owned pride
But found my paths dead,
A sigh needing ink
but sucked unswallowed poetries
I wore you like raw words
But found beatings trapped,
A heart having blood
but no numbness of your metaphors
//I wore you like nobody else ever did//
©manrup -
manrup
3w
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idk how but you inspire me each time���� @tengoku
Inspired by your oneliner (posted 3days ago)
I hope I haven't ruined your piece with mine����
@writersbay @writersnetworkFilling those digged wounds
on my flesh with words
Healing my ruined poetries
with crushed rose kisses
Embracing with soft touch of zephyr
Making lifeless hair restless
Adoring the beauty of inking nights
And twinkling strands of stary rhymes
©manrup -
manrup
3w
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Trying to fit in those dark spaces
Hiding from those ugly faces
Sunbeams guarding her as armour
Stolen emptiness of life not there to harbour
Surviving those Orthodox shames
Of not raising voice instead got habitual of those claims
//Stand on her staggered feet she roared like a tigeress
Support was not on her side but her wounds were
Sword of arms killed those irritating flashes
Curing those marks with those evils ashes//
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Pic credit : @diyabedi [do tell me if you don't want me to use your pic as bg :))]
Inspired by @ikshitij .... Your recent piece on Child Molestation / Abuse was amazing ��
I have tried to portrait the girl to take a brave stand for herself in those //...// lines!!
#pod @writersnetwork @writersbay//Stand on her staggered feet she roared like a tigeress
Support was not on her side but her wounds were
Sword of arms killed those irritating flashes
Curing those marks with those evils ashes// -
manrup
4w
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This is for that 14 year old tree got cut by my neighbours today in my locality because it has harmed a car....Broken twigs broke just one glass and a whole tree, a life was murdered!!
Memories buried in me somewhere from 14 yrs make me realise of all the moments in one go and my ears felt numb with those last sighs!!
I could not help her (memories)����
@writersnetwork @writersbayMemoirs/Memories
She was breathing hard in me
Wanting to survive for some more lapse
Giving me short flashes of past
And departuring tears to my heavy eyes
Bids me a farewell leaving few utters
To be read by heart, knocked senses
【I was here for you, given birth by you
And if being murdered by you
I'm happy!!】
//Memories played with my head and
Perplexion overwhelmed by the scene
Smile lost me with no essence of regrets
Tears broke with those dying reminiscence//
©manrup -
manrup
4w
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#picturec @writersbay @writersnetwork
Edit: Omg Thank you so much @writersbay for the kind repost����♥️♥️ (3rd) #dgotrepostedHis eyes are already
seeking pleasure in hers
And it seems tears are
falling in love with cigars
©manrup -
manrup
4w
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@tengoku a read?
Inspired by your #oneliners each time ��
@writersbay @writersnetwork #podTime when lips asked for your smile
And words felt sucked ink
Wandering heart finds it's home
And disowned poetries found master
©manrup -
manrup
7w
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Do correct me if you find any mistakes specially @inara__ @avisha_suman ����
Idea of using cigarettes in this piece is highly inspired you @saya__
Fom your old composition "smokin' and cryin' " it touched me like anything thank you for sharing this amazing piece again ������
//You are alive or just existing// These are not my words ��
#midnightc
I hope I haven't messed up things and most important it's not rhyming yrr��(I'm so bad with rhymes��)
@writersbay plz rhyme nhi h fir bhi pd to lena����
@writetsnetwork #pod (inhe bhi kyu chodu��)00:00
Choking at 00:00 feelings set vines and cigarettes
Memories wore a cloak of regrets and tears
Sky seems gloomy inspite of being beauteous
Moon was illuminating with its sacred scars
All my words put up in silence questioned my existence
//You are alive or just existing//
Darkness shimmered stars on my wounds
Stabbed pieces found breathing within those smoked pauses
Night turned juicy and was no more inauspicious
//Crying is no more my business
I'm now high on packets of cigarettes//
©manrup -
manrup
8w
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I remember how you dipped my words in that bottle of ink and unrolled me on paper
I remember all those unwelcomed feelings accompanied with your one look
I remember all praises of your metaphors for a raw girl who has already fallen for you
I remember all your stubbornness for our meetings on those chill nights instead of your drooping health
I remember how you painted me on canvas by just portraying a heart which resides my name inside it
I remember each cringe line of yours to make me feel special but still how I found them funny
I remember those days when long drives on plain roads became your new hobby
I remember all your concerns about me but you neither cared for yourself nor about my words
I remember how a sudden turn closed our meetings, love and us into a dead past.
©manrup
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#rememberc #pod @writersnetwork @writersbay
Do correct me if you find any mistakes!! ♡
Specially @baby_groot like yesterday����
So, here it goes as di asked me to do ;) (@colourfulgreys ��)
And Thank you @avisha_suman for bearing my first-go raw pieces always ��
Pic credit: goes to the rightful owner
Pic collage credit: goes to me ��I remember how
I lost my heart
preserved within yours
©manrup
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scenic_lass
2h
Desire was to bleed, but blue
wanted to ink universe
with my hair quills
once got entangled in his hands
uncurled in his thoughts
wrote LOVE
©scenic_lass -
barefoot
6h
Read MoreB u t t e r f l y E f f e c t
In an alternate
Universe,
The soldier facing
The enemy soldier
dropped the gun.
He looked instead into the eyes of his enemy
and decided to not let the bullet in his
gun stop his
enemy's beating heart.
The enemy soldier who had
Until then believed only in war ,
Now believed in
That rare humanity that had made this
war suddenly seem futile.
The saved enemy soldier
Facing the war torn world
Taught his son to hold kindness in
his virgin heart instead of vengeance.
His heart he told his son had been
Saved by a man
who believed not in the different colour
Of the uniform he wore but in the human spirit they both had in common.
The kind-hearted son
walking thus the uncrowded
path of kindness and love
Created art. Art that spoke only
For humanity as a whole.
Eons hence
a little girl , the great great
Granddaughter of the
Artist whose father was saved by a droped gun
Entered a world
In which
war was not a reality,
In which
hatred was not an anthem
In which
humanity was upheld
And the sound of
Her heartbeat was not overshadowed
By guns and warfare ,
She would live without
Fear and only with
Faith
but
she would
Never know
That the seed of love
That had given birth to her
Was sown by a man the
World had labelled as her great great grandfather's enemy
Long long long ago.
Could this universe be ours?
I guess
Only the flutter of a butterfly's wing
Can
Tell.
#bes @writersbay @writersnetwork @mirakee©barefoot
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A Writer
Every night I see a breathing corpse,
sitting silently, piercing fingers in her own wounds.
Accompanied by silence and loneliness,
she immortalises deads in her lullabies and croons.
Then she dips her fingers in blue pot of hope,
and traces constellations of scars on her naked skin.
She barely moves her lips and tongue,
but touches souls through quill dancing on her finger tips.
People serve her love garnished with lies,
and stab knife in the middle to savour the taste of eternity.
When her wounds scream and cry at night,
she sings forever and rubs salt on them of memories.
She puts rags and wears scent of nostalgia,
polishes fantasies and dreams on the pupils of her eyes.
She sharps her quill and dips it in her blood,
then sets fire on paper between her single smile and sigh.
She is afraid of comfort and healing,
as she chooses bleeding over weeping through eyes.
She chokes herself with warm scarf dipped in past,
because a writer takes birth only when a human dies.
-Ananya -
inara__
12h
Read MoreShaking a leg, you hatched.
Pearly smiles covered their teary delight.
Raptures of flowers bloomed in their garden.
Impeccable nexus turned idyllic.
Nifty junctures became protuberant.
Giggles and grins were only heard around.
Sojourner of shrewd toddler to a novice juvenile you became.
Ubiquitous you flattered in a while.
Merrinent encrusted your tan,
Mirth became your favorite pill.
Eagerness to grow up was all you wanted, With
Radiant and rakish sunshine beside.
Altering your happiness, adult you became.
Unbidden responsibilities knocked your door.
Time left your home in slighter interval.
Unnatural swaping of esteem took palce,
Mincing the jouissance, crops you mowed.
Naive vexations ruled your head.
Wearing snowflakes at your head, carrying burden of dreams
In your flimsy and frothy heart.
Next day you became decrepit and suddenly
Taboo on puerile fantasies cropped up.
Etched with all the memories and reminiscences, there you laid
Right in front of your frame with a garland you made.
©chaheti_rathore
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There is a close corrrespondence between the seasons and the stages of life from birth to death. In this sense, Spring represents birth while summer represents youth, autumn adulthood and winter old age and death.
Source: google.
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Another piece of
TjsakwkrnnrjejwjwjRASH
#acrostic #cees_soj_chall
@poeticgirl here you go with a 5(-2) petal leaf. Sorry..
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spicy_sugar
10h
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-
inara__
5d
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Last night I visited your tombstone, my arcane latibule, with a nosegay of white lilacs. The same white lilacs you made garlands for me with your gentle tips. And embellished my cranium, just like a king surmounts his princess with a crown. But yesterday, the tree we sowed, the last token of your love, was lacerated along with our reminiscences. They dwindled and faded, just like your presence. They tried to outdo our velleities. Teardrops toppled from my eyes and dewdrops from the flowers, forging piquant tarns. Your orenda was a miracle for my cordolium. However, without you my sins and vices are turning wise inchmeal. They are trying to gulp this Minerva. But you can't sell dreams to someone who has walked through nightmares. So, at last, I just look upto the stars, shut my eyes and wish for your soul to live blithely in the the Elysian Fields.
©chaheti_rathore
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@jerry_21 @raika_ Thank you, guys!
4.00 AM,
Perfect time to post a tombstone. xD
Ps. A line in between is from a prompt. NOT WRITTEN BY ME.
#treec #sinc #tombstonec #dewdrops
Thank you, for the repost WB!(._.)~ Solus Velleity~
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last night I visi
ted y o u r tombstone,
my arcane latibule, with a
nosegay o f white lilacs. the
same white lilacs you made ga
rlands for me with your gentle ti
ps. and embellished my cranium,
just like a king surmounts his princ
ess with a crown. but yesterday, the
tree we sowed, the last token of you
r love, was lacerated along with our
our reminiscences. they dwindled and
faded, just like your presence. they tri
ed to outdo our velleities. teardrops to
ppled from my eyes and dewdrops fro
m t h e flowers, forging piquant tarns.
your orenda was a miracle for my cord
olium. however, without you, my sins and
vices a r e turning wise inchmeal. they a r e trying
to gulp this Minerva. but you can't sell d r e a m s to
someone who has walked through nightmares. so,at
last, I just look upto the s t a r s, shut my eyes and wi
sh for your s o u l to live blithely in the Elysian Fields.
©chaheti_rathore -
inara__
1w
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So much into playing with syllables today. Hehe. Sorry.
@sangfroid_soul @poeticgirl ♡♡
#tetractys~VIBGYOR~
Let
cupid
v i o l e t s
embrace you with
profuse ardour and escort you with glee.
Let
neutral
i n d i g o s
reflect savvy
in sanctities with your equity.
Let
calm and
sangfroid b l u e s
clinch arrant strength
with a tinge of grasp and allegiance.
Let
thriving
and hale g r e e n s
bring radiant
renewal to your envious conduct.
Let
plucky
y e l l o w s clasp
aptitudes and cataplut your spinelessness.
Let
joyful
o r a n g e s lave
your enthusiasm
with the fascinating determination.
Let
lively
r e d ' s rich rage
vigorously
brawl with your seethe and win with fervour.
©chaheti_rathore -
©inara__
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scenic_lass
1w
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SIN is
Painting me
As a matter of
concern or duty
SIN is
Throwing shits on me
The way I
Wear, talk or move
SIN is
Harbouring me
As a matter of
dignity or threat
SIN is
Putting me in blocks
As I can't
Fit or adjust myself
in your space
Actually SIN
Is society
Which loves to label
Wandering graves
not letting them
being or living
As a HUMAN
©scenic_lass
@writersnetwork #sinc @writersbay
@colourfulgreys di a read?.
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Breath(e)
Breathe,
Even if the spinning world
Makes you vomit your senses.
Even if you see
The dead man walking
on the streets,
Looking for his lost job,
Breath.
He has nothing to give you,
You can't rob him either,
Unless you become
the same.
There's no end
To this tunnel road.
The blue sky is only an illusion,
Black has absorbed all hues now,
But your retinas haven't
yet evolved.
November, December,
and your chills end,
But the icebergs on top,
Are melting still.
Liquidation has always been,
A feat so easy,
Be it of values or nature.
One breath in,
and you feel better already,
Meditation weeps like a lie in the corner,
That's 'coz saints have died,
And you're still breathing.
So breathe, again.
Until the winds sweep you clean,
Into a heap of bones without flesh.
Or else with a cranium intact,
What have you even done
as a sapiens?
©tamanna3
