monikakapur

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author of Melange-the potpourri of emotions, a painter, a mom

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  • monikakapur 3h

    He cleared a patch of land
    And built a home,
    His life became heavenly,
    there was no need to roam
    There were no space hassles.
    But his greed was more,
    He wanted more for him,
    Now he built a castle .
    For his selfish whim
    He cleared and cleared
    The greenest land
    Nothing he feared.
    The forest were gone
    The concrete jungle took place
    But his greed never subsided
    He looked out for more space
    He felt like a king
    10 feel tall and bulletproof
    He owned the world
    His ego touched the roof
    The world was barren
    Swept off its charm
    The ice started melting
    The earth was unbelievably warm
    No shades to sit
    No birds to tweet
    The ailing land,
    Rain falling in pits.
    “Oh monstrous human you will get it back”
    Announced the grieving Mother Earth
    “Building your graveyard with your own hand”
    “Is it worth, is it worth?”
    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 4h

    Abandoned humanity searching it’s home
    Aimless destruction all around
    All emotions diluted
    Amour drowned
    Apocalypse

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  • monikakapur 16h

    A caged bird
    Oblivious of her own fortitude
    Sang the sweetest song
    In calm of her solitude
    The symphony reached the sky
    Enticing the passers by
    The cage became inconsequential
    The Phoenix was ready to fly
    Her courage unbound
    Her resilience unrestrained
    Her vibes unrestricted
    Her valiance unchained
    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 1d

    कभी बिना बुलाए ही आ जाना
    जून की तपती गरमी में पुरवाई बन के।

    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 2d

    A supine poetry
    A dormant verse
    A blank paper
    Ink is cursed
    A path less journey
    A sleepless night
    A moonless sky
    The stars without light
    A perturbed poet
    In search of words
    Wishing for the azure
    Like a wingless bird


    Would this poem find a home ?



    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 3d

    #lune
    #pod
    @writersnetwork

    Fetching broken dreams
    With bare hands
    Making masterpiece

    The art piece by a little princess Aditi❤️

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    Lune

    Fetching broken dreams
    With bare hands
    Making masterpiece
    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 4d

    Zhearchial - Adjective

    relating to or denoting a system of society or government controlled by neutral gender, neither lead by men nor by women.

    I wish to bloom in a zhearchial garden where sun rays fall equally on all the flowers, giving equal warmth, rain falls evenly and the soul caressses all the roots equally.
    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 4d

    Lanturne

    Hope
    Whispers
    In silence
    Taking away
    Gloom

  • monikakapur 5d

    #book_ls_chal
    @laughing_soul
    ♥️And the mountains echoed
    ♥️A thousand splendid suns by Khaled hosseini

    ♥️Shadow of the crescent moon by Fathima Bhutto

    ❤️The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho

    ❤️The sands of time by Sidney Sheldon

    ❤️The secret
    ❤️The Magic by Rhonda Byrne

    ❤️The god of small things
    ♥️The ministry of utmost happiness by Arundhati Roy

    ❤️Melange the potpourri of emotions by me 🙈

    ❤️The crimson kisses- an anthology 😊😊, close to heart

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    Kissed by A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS,
    Caressed by THE SHADOW OF THE CRESCENT MOON
    I recited a poetry AND THE MOUNTAINS ECHOED
    A SECRET in the most mellifluous tune
    My heart became MELANGE-THE POTPOURRI OF EMOTIONS
    The sky turned golden, sun being it’s ALCHEMIST
    The soul satiated, feeling like GOD OF SMALL THINGS
    The night’s sky holding THE MINISTRY OF UTMOST HAPPINESS.
    THE MAGIC seeped inside my veins,
    Sending THE CRIMSON KISSES to cheer me up
    My ecstatic being walking barefoot on THE SANDS OF TIME.
    I sip the sweet concoction of dreams from the brimming life’s cup

    ©monikakapur

  • monikakapur 1w

    कितनी दफ़ा टूटता है रूठता है , फिर मान जाता है
    दिल से मासूम बच्चा भी है कोई ?
    ©monikakapur