Word Prompt: Write a 6 word short tale on Endure
He endured the sound of silence.
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word micro-tale on Triumph
Feel triumph even in shortest of your glory.
I embraced all of him, Just for moment, He was all mine, Then, Reality kicked up, Dreams got shattered.©munira53
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The charming night, Returned with flashes, Yesterdays hangovers ignited, I wrapped the cozy blanket, In perfect angles it covered my body, With inquisitive nerves of past, Leading a cold blockage in my heart, I sat stilled, trying to find comfort, Letting my soul coexist in past and present.©munira53
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A poem begins with a
A poem begins with a starving soul trying to quench words to heal all pains.©munira53
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"It's the last time, the goodbye", he said "Are you sure, you want to leave" I questioned. Believing that perhaps his decisions may change. "Yes I am sure than I was never before, I want to leave, I want to live" , his eyes sparkled imagining dreams he was to conquer. "Just one more night, couldnt you stay? The next morning will have the autumn leaves shedding, until then, couldnt you stay?" I said, weeping with all the love I had and all that I awaited to offer. "This night if I wait, I'll once again loose myself, I'll once again surrender my self to love and all its fake promises", he said in a soft tone of complexity. "Ok alright, leave.. just now.. but promise me that if not now but in some other lifetime, in some different kind of eternity, you wont run . You'll hold on to me. You'll stay till we grow old and die . Do you promise? ", I questioned. "I promise you love", he said while kissing my forehead. As he left, his feet stamped the road like the autumn leaves. I, reminding him screamed aloud, "dont you forget, you owe me an eternity"©munira53
Some blurred images are clearing, thoughts are becoming chaotic, Unknown travel routes we've imagined, times of rainy nights, cozy beds, trying to conquer peace with a cup of coffee in hand. We're growing old, with all the desires still packed up in heart. Life seeping out through the ends of our fingers, We, Celebrating birthdays,yet knowing were ageing. Relationship, love, dreams all collapsed under one blanket.And we sleep on.. believing "hope" .Perhaps the "hope" people talk about , will one morning turn in our favour, igniting itself as a blessing. Ah!Just, growing old things. The schedules, 9 to 5 .. Then 5 to 9 ... and the breaks . Held at the same old city beaches and restaurants, still dreaming of some better place you'll visit someday. Of some dreamy eve, when these stars, moon and universe is collaborating with your ever renewing..."hope". ©munira53
Souls that wander, Seeking abandoned routes, Rooting our heart with layers of fear, Are just trying to coexist, on the other side of the world.©munira53
Red flows the river
Red flows the river, Resembling my bleeding heart, To that very end of the bay, Turning my wounds apart, Red flows the river, My heart trying to let go, Of all the heavy flow, That the river and heart knows, Red flows the river, My body held at its bank, Soaking the tear drops, Which of love I once drank,Red flows the river, Holding my shattered mind, This river exists within me, Seeking answers I'll never find.©munira53
The first half of love.
We lack something, something that will complete ourselves as a whole.. no I am ain't talking about the other half of love to complete you, for that will eventually fill the spaces that it's meant to conquer ...I am talking about the half that you possess. That is in you ,that will born from you. Something I deeply believe is that the other half can never complete you, if the half that you possess is incomplete ...yeah the love thats within you for yourself , that you take for granted everytime. Yeah the half that loves you ...you loving yourself is the first half of love ...so I am just trying to say is that you need to love yourself enough ...enough that you fall for yourself first.©munira53
You may skip,this is all just gibberish.
December nights make me nostalgic for a dream you hadyou feel like magicwe were sipping sweet wineit was a cold night you made me a fire and i lent you my favourite kite.You asked me to run awaywith you I said let's wait, the rose isn't complete without its dewYou took my hand smiled a smile and somehow I just knew.Maybe aclichébut stillanewYou and meUsfeels likeHome.©eurus
Soul - emotional or intellectual energy or intensity, especially as revealed in a work of art or an artistic performance.One word many interpretations. Soul is not just a word, it is a feeling. A strong feeling of existence and life. Compose a write up using the word soul Tag with #soul and share.
Soul is not just a word, it is a feeling. A strong feeling of existence and life.