When I was a kid I always wished To get the box my grandma has She always kept it hidden in the attic And only in the night She used to peek Something inside I thought it was something cool that adults did The curiosity in me always ticked About what could be in the box Is it some jewel or key Or the map to unknow sea? It could be her favourite toy Or something that makes her feel joy? There were so many options to trace But It only raised the question to break That secret it holds for which she has to walk an extra mile To get that peek As I grew up the curiosity was gone And I forgot about all that But now as years have passed I remembered and asked granny about that box She laughed at all the failed attempts I made to find it back And told me It was a letter she first wrote Which was consisting of many loopholes But as she started to write All those mistakes were left behind But to remember that we shouldn't take pride in every delight She always checked of her beginning as guide I was heartbroken to not get a map to the sea But happy enough to learn a life lesson in this So I am thinking I should get a box And put a piece of my feelings in that...
And that quest of my childhood the secret I thought was too big to knew has this end of life lesson.
They just taunted and told me to sit Saying that - "You have to fix!! " I don't know what are they talking about But something mundane it must be I observe how funny this time is Once when they broke The dreams and wings of me Are now having hard time to keep About my fleet They quest wondering "How I did it?" I smile profoundly With my wings That were broken, shattered and tored apart But now have all the charm Which takes me to the higher places I remember now When they were broken first Something in me changed It made me resistant to The hate I was pondering with Little by little I fixed It wasn't easy at all But worth if you may ask Was more than what I could live for... -Vaishnavi Tiwari
Something in us is broken but as time passes on we learn to heal by ourselves without anyone and that is power something we hold in us and that is some great strength which you have.
Who are you!? This single question Flushed memories of lifetime in front of me.
How do I define what I am?
Should I boast about all my wins, Or should I grieve for the lost sins.
Should I tell the Dreams of mine, Or just limit myself to the real coin.
Should there be a long list of what I like, Or a few different types of my dislikes.
Should I tell you about the person I love, Or just keep mum about the ones I don't.
There are so many things that define one, How can I just answer this question That who am I-
Am I a mixture of stardust, a cosmos Or universe of my own, Or just a lost cause leaping in the darkness across. Well, no one really knows who they are? Until they define all there scars and inner wars, Cause that's the best way to realise Who you really are?
Well whenever struck by this question I get blank about what really i am and I don't know what to answer but I hope to find myself along the way in life and maybe one day I will be able to really define who am I? @theburbly Thank you so much for giving me this opportunity to write about myself.
They laughed at me cause I was an unpainted sketch And I cried cause I wanted to get coloured. My mother took me in embrace and told- "Baby, if you are going to get colored promise me a thing that you will never be influenced by what other have cause there are so many colors inside you which you just need to feel to get yourself honored "
At first I didn't understand what was she talking about but once I stepped into this real world I knew it right about what mother was telling. It is all about copying the colors different people hold and not having any originality of yours. All in the hurry of getting the things done which are discovered and not finding yourself in this chaos and fake world. I really thought being black and white was a boon cause I was still untouched by all this fake tunes but then they dragged me to the canvas and painted me red and blue, tried to impose the burden of not being new but I smiled cause I had my wild card I had the superior feelings one needs to change The colors back to black and white By mixing all of them I became the ruling Knight Having my own views and arts Not fearing by change of colors Of this longing cast.. -Vaishnavi Tiwari
I stood there In front of the machine Which told in the Big bold letters Out of order The red shades of fate Made me forget For the moment That i was in this world In my subconscious mind It began to swirl That how my emotions are also turning Out of order There is no specific answer About why I feel this way But there is no more charm In this life's hay The rainbow isn't lovely I love the darkness The brightness kills me I want to rule the back way Being with myself is Now what I love the most Than blabbering with All those Fake hosts I have caged my emotions so well That now no one will sail On the roller coaster Of this hell Snapped back into the reality I understood the void And smiled at the Out of order sign -Vaishnavi Tiwari What do you think of out of order sign? #littlemorality#wordsuntangled#poem#mirakeewriters#scribbledstories#poetryonmymind#writersnetwork#mirakee @alxita@writeforjoy@mystic_aahana@ishiita@tamanna3
I still remember The joy in my heart When I got my first Harry Potter series books When other kids were Playing in the noon I was in my cacoon Reading the adventures Of alibaba and 40 goons
But I noticed a thing That i forget the stories easily So to let them live in my life I started to write
I remember the little book I had In which there were all those Tree maps and traps The author has laid To get me snapped In the world of His fantasy cracks It had all my favourite characters from books And special bravery quotes they hoot That's how I think I started to write Sprinkling drops of words On This deserted life I have grown forest of mine In which your entry is prohibited And only I have rights
There lies kingdom of my dreams And I wish It grows and grows Cause there is no limit To what I read And how much I scribe
I believe you all have one Of the kingdom Where you have rights To change the perspectives of Villain in the fights. -Vaishnavi Tiwari
To the cabin in woods Where there lies mystery, Something good or something bad, There was some history. There are fairytales crafted on the walls, Something fierce something cold, It has evidences of old, And has alot to hold. It has rooftop of sky, And protection of woods, Where one can find, Solace and truth. The moon stays there, Being a torch bearer, And sunlight shines, Getting rid of the dark terrors. There flows the river, Having clearer water, Where one can see, The self reflections better. The long tree of pines, Have the haunting grief, And the tulips have, The heavenly grip. So,i plead the cabin to do me a favour And keep me aware Of all this distrust and hate Which lies our there Cause in it's solace There is only love and faith Which I can't bring myself to forget -Vaishnavi Tiwari I wish to have my own such cabin in the woods aways from people where I can self reflect and find my solace.
To the truth that lies there In the square with the decorating frames to cover But how do I say this to the world You don't see me Like my mirror
It knows all the dreams, pain and efforts And makes me feel like I deserve better A companion who is just my reflection Talking about the stargazing Making plans to see the world Unfolding my secret disasters Same me but different perspections And with all emotional collections It knows all my faces From crying mess to ruling dressed traces From my smile of all different shades It perfectly knows how to cage All that hate in my heart And makes me beautify all my scars We all hold so much in ourselves That it is just in the mirror we release that stress And just like that life goes on But let me tell you that -
"Be like mirror Although shattered into pieces Always reflecting on its own and showing the real shades Not fearing any change."
"The stars are not wanted now: put out every one Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood."
Sometimes I think about this lines And try to find the truth Was the writer lonely or It was his fierce agony Was he lost or He lost someone I won't know until I reread the lines again They have the pain of efforts Which have gone in vain The words show the wish Of a survivor with no reign It is of warriors Who won the war, But lost so much That they don't want all this scars And of a dreamer Who wishes to see the world in different dimensions There were so many perspectives Which I found But I wasn't satisfied with anyone till now So I decided to give it a rest And enjoy the brilliant lines Cause every lines hold different meanings One might not be able to see The perspective of other being. -Vaishnavi Tiwari
You are the addiction I can't live without How should I tell you what it is all about, That if I don't have you in my day It feels like killing myself You are so fresh That all my memory retrace To the streets of childhood where we first met All the elders told me To not touch you Or else I will be darkened dew But what they don't know that You brighten up my day With that smell of yours I just can't stand away Whether you are of street, cafes or home I will always yearn for a cup of yours. Now that the secret is out Let me tell you This isn't about the man I love But about the tea cup Which I can't afford to cope up. -Vaishnavi Tiwari @alxita@writeforjoy@hidden_sunshine@__aurora __ @mystic_aahana
Day by day older we get and We also learn what is our life's main aspect From toddling to running Everything we learn
We spend times with our lovely ones Never ever get depressed 'Cause it can sometimes lower your confidence
Let the world talk at your back 'Cause of them don't make yourself stressed Remember that everything has an end Real allurement is when you lived laughed and enjoyed but didn't get depressed❤....... _________________________________________ #Ravleen_26
Fireflies swaying and dancing like waves, The city been cursed to a deep sleep until now, Or maybe booned to have a tranquil rest, But the fortunately unfortunate me still awake.
Sitting on my window pane, thinking ways to rest, Sipping a cup of ambrosial coffee, Looking at the vista of citylights at the darkest caligo, Listens to the music of the deathly silence of the night.
Suddenly is an epiphany is build within, Velleity of escape the jayus moira of mine, So from the flacula of sprezzatura vandals, Hoping to elude to a sanguine querencia of all time.
Wants to abscond into a collateral macrosom, Where I could ink numinous verselets in an anthenaeum, Respiring in the air aromatized with vellichore and, The couteau holding inks the meticulous thoughts of mine.
Where I can truly enjoy the anodyne sirmiri, Rather getting bathed in the shower, To whelve the cloud-brust of paroxysm residing within, Where the drops fondles me everytime we have touch.
Run to a place where I no more bimble like a preta, Rather enjoy the zeypher of living and breathing, And hear the brontide of my laugh and cachinnate, Dwaaled with the thoughts of escape the coffee spilled.
Still coming back doesn't erect a barmecide in core of me, Escaped temporarily from the pains and hardships I have, While the air serenading a melancholic lullaby for all, Sprouting the bizarre desire to sleep and rest within.
I realise the whereabouts of the aligned universe, Within my journey back to the my solitary bed, The mystique cosmos is within me not now, since always The beatific happiness castes a the sleep spell on me.
The cake full of their inane, ripped-apart souls While the kettle whistles, it achieves what's a goal Aggrandizing their power for which they defy Abusing for what's called greed, equality's denied
The cake, settling down from sojourning in the oven Cooling down the temperatures as hope descends Now, for time calls the end of quieting the innocents Since they've settled as well, sugarcoating will extend
Now, putting the icing so later people won't know Of what was a debacle in which trusts have gone low So, they won't judge, and continue on unnoticed Wondering as to what it is, behind is the malice
The icing of the cake, palliating a long history Now it remains hidden, cutting its transparency Since the latter society will not notice ever again Will the cycle repeat as well? Hopes may descend
A clique of five, sustained for more than a decade, Together from primary, were promoted to high school Still back then, waited for summer to arrive, Season of frondescence of love among bezzies.
Kids of then turned bel-esprits of time, Still waited, for summer to be welcomed, To again enjoy the aubade till nine, Oblivion of benthic odium sprouting within us.
Once studied pentagon in class, how the points, Knackered yet tried but never lived together, Never thought the dolent of those five points, Will experienced by each one of us.
The epochal too lead annulments and feuds, In the hearts of agape, repugnance filled within, Atrate for the only treasure lying aflame, Still inside were waiting for the summer to come.
Time flew with the floks of migratory birds, The long awaited summer too did arrive, Hygge and amity of friendship was cruror, That effulgent summer was the coldest for us.
Never knew the alpenglow apricity we all waited for, Was a dead summer exicuted by us earlier, Still we all are the points of pentagon, Together in heart yet apart by a distance.
Now that I think about our past, Did somewhere our friendship friable or Abluvion into the pelagic while playing at costa, Maybe didnt see the moonbroch in the azure of us.
Those fueds we had but what we won, Now faking lucelence or the sturmefri we owe, Only breathing with the delusion of happiness, Velliety they must be reminiscing those vad dates too.
Bank Of Words ******************** Clique : a group of people Frondescence : when plant unfolds its leaves Bezzies : friends Bel-esprits : a person with wit Aubade : love song sung at dawn Oblivion : unaware Benthic : ocean's depth Odium : hate Knackered : tired Dolent : full of sorrow Epochal : beginning of new era or year Annulments and feuds : fights Repugnance : intense disgust Atrate : mourner Aflame : in flames Hygge : warmth bcoz enjoying the small pleasures of life Amity : warmth of friendship Cruror : murdered Effulgent : bright Alpenglow : rosy glow at snow covered mountain peaks Apricity : warmth of sun at summer Friable : broken into pieces Abluvion : washed by easily Pelagic(here) : ocean Costa : beach Moonbroch : a halo around moon which presages an approching storm Azure : sky Lucelence : state of being fine or happy Sturmefri : being alone Vad(here) : with no restrictions
Everyday, flashing colors irradiating its passion Flamboyance recognized, all in a competition From the darkest of them all, to cyber neons so bright All constellate into a fiesta for the night
Though, at some point, eyes tend to strain from stress Seeing all them at once will put into pain more or less Without having a rest, we still go on by the party Without losing our brains, we still do so endlessly
At some point, I withstand from the puissant moods Turning back to the naturalism I hide beyond the hood A pastel room for which it treats with conciliation A room for solitary peace without interruption
Turning back from flamboyance to a simpler display Of what is minimalist, having less to really say Keeping and reserving the harmony once in a while For it preserves our sanity, as we reconcile
Summoned under all the tackling chaos of aliveness. I find myself amidst a land of retaining. Where lies a river that withers wallowing. The lucid water scatter drops of satisfaction all over. Oblivion beams of grief volatile the birms. Each night, the river croon to the forgiving moon. Brisk halo of validation allow shallow passage of vain. In the morning, the river strangle for a new aspiration. Clenched weeps of hopelessness recite a tale of reincarnation. Away from the fable land, I sit and mourn. Resembling the same dried cries shattered by the river. Chanting a name, sighting for empathy alike the mystical moon.