I love you in crazy ways Too full of selfish intentions With the posessive touch of love and inexplicable feelings. Intense and intoxicating with unsatiable appetite and burning desire. The love with no fear or hasitation, Just undiminished affection amidst tribulations. Persistent, unfailing love with unfading dedications. Not giving up nor turning around, Wracking doubts - savoring madness with chaotic passion. Beneath the surreal gentleness into unexpected miracle I surrender in devotion Believing blindly and unquestionably, This love is infinite and true...
Will you too love me fearlessly with no reasons till the end of your life ???
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The background :
World Poetry Day is held year on March 21 each year after UN body Unesco adopted the date after an agreement in Paris in 1999. In the proclamation, Unesco agreed that poetry can meet a social role as it “arouses and expresses awareness” of a range of issues. Poetry reaffirms our common humanity by revealing to us that individuals, everywhere in the world, share the same questions and feelings. Poetry is the mainstay of oral tradition and, over centuries, can communicate the innermost values of diverse cultures. UNESCO also recognizes the unique ability of poetry to capture the creative spirit of the human mind.
This poetry is dedicated for : all my Mirakeeans Friends, the writers and poets that put more meaning of life in their inspiring words On this special day - THE WORLD POETRY DAY. I personally can't let the day pass just like that without passing my gratitude to you all my fellow poets and writers for all your contributions in making the world more beautiful place to live in with your every inspiring words. Big tight hugs to you all. Thank you for inspiring us - Thank you for being there for each other.
Poets and Writers
There is a piece of poetry within us, for the person who is patient enough to look through our messy facade, and to pick up the pen and write a sonnet across the tattered heart. Trust me! Weaving the words into a song of despair isn't as easy as you'd like to believe. For us - the poets and the writers We romanticize our problems until they are colored in pink and purple hues. Heartbreaks become our muse, And lover’s betrayal becomes our passions. We romanticize pain like it’s the only lover who will ever understand us, And turned them into poetry. Honestly, our poetry has always been written in blood, sweat, and tears. That's the thing about us - poets and writers, We'd rather be miserable and have something to write about than be happy but have nothing to write about. We are a complicated cosmo of chaos and dreams. There is a constant urge for us to write, even if there is no muse. So, Darling, Please don't burden your pretty little mind Your mere existence is the reason as to why we sign. We, poets and writers are a shape-shifter just like the cloud, Painting angels and demons to enlighten the crowd. Hoping they’ll listen to our joy and our pain Wishing they’ll get the lesson of our every rain. We are always in love with love, and always reeling from the loss.
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I am a canvas of bliss painted in a vibrant hues. Creating vivid displays of emotion and art. With love on my palette, I shall mix all the colors and make everything alright. I shall paint my sky of tangerine, saffron and an illuminated green hue against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is along with all the other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky. My crimson wings shall spread to greet the green evening air, As shades of the blushing orange cheeks pass by when laughing with all of my friends. I wear these hues at different times, and drench myself in the life they give, painting canvases and promises for others, and living in a world of my own colors. Accenting pain, sorrow, and sadness. Punctuating love, joy, and living . I let them radiate with light and explode with vibrance. Hoping it may reflect the beauty within. These colorful drugs course through my thoughts, and leave me with a love for life and an honest smile. Life is beautiful, and never flat. Life is full of colours...
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Isn't it sad, how the waves in the ocean build themselves up to crash against one another and then subside. How they meet only for a second and then die? As tragic as my love story is He stole my heart and It's essence and drifted away, leaving a hollow heart that constantly echoes his name. I guess his absence is nothing but my penance. Something that I must suffer silently and all alone. I no longer wish upon those shooting stars, Yet, I refuse to give up on these feelings that he had stirred in my heart. The hopeful rays of the sun, that cast a shadow upon him and me, Are the things that I wish remain here for eternity.
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She made him with intrinsic detail and rawness to show him the life that he may never have. Control is always illusion Betrayal is always an insult to intelligence. And that is why He can't look at her in the face now.
She bids her last goodbye to that cold permanent expression on his face. One last time, and whispers to herself, “If I can't have you, my dearest, No one else can!! All roads lead to the sky but I will not seek to understand you..."
She smiled as his body is lying in the dirt. And blood seeps into his shirt, coloring the earth. His purpose has been confirmed. Now, she'll draw a smile from his blood then mourn for the loss...
She has lost all her words. Holding her hand over her heart, Hearing it slowly beating his name Till it doesn't. Smiling she eases herself, saying "Darlin..., broken hearts cannot utter!"
Spread like moondust across a damaged surface, You departed into the unknown of the night, disappearing within layers of darkness. Memories turned into ashes and flew away with the wind, Treacherous betrayal often hurts more than the sharp end of a knife. Words spoken in darkness Proclaimed from the hilltops Obscure sentiments Treasures to share as tear drops Shimmering light engulfed me Prying open my stubborn eyes in the onyx darkness. My glassy heart has long turned to stone, And so the only sound of shattering I am able to hear is my bones. In this vagrant silence, The sick moon breathes, A scrape across the night And dice roll down the spine. My eyes are wide open And misery I still see, But when I close them, I am home. While the warm winds drift along with the stars, I climb up the sky, And blend into the night. Wrapped myself in stillness, Embracing freedom, While soothing my aching soul. This darkness will be my mantle...
We all have those secrets buried deep inside Things that we’d do almost anything to hide, We try to cover with makeup - clothes and that certain grace, But when we look in the mirror it’s staring back to us in the face.
"Get up little girl!!" For life is just this beautiful mess. Your mind is what you seem to see. And this life is more then just existing, There is power over what's in front, what's behind, cannot be vouched for.
The mirror on the wall would just show you and I what we are afraid to see.
O' Sweetheart, If you don’t love yourself then who will?
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A complexity which no one can solve, the two person who gamble the days all along. One clear evening I was totally amazed to see the voice peeping from clock. The voice was of the two friends Mr. Minute and Mr. Hour all along. They had just meet now. As the time is now 12 O'clock
Mr. hour said "Hello Minute".
Mr. Minute replied " Hello hour".
Mr. Hour asked how was the day?
Mr. Minute replied as usual.
The conversation went on... but the time has arrived for these two friends to set apart. They parted with the lovely song.
Mr hour sang " Time is always less when we meet. Meeting is often a treat." Mr. minute smiled and sang "Oh! Hour Well said. Long loss shower. Instead our duties always moves ahead."
This friends only meet for a short seconds but always left with lot to say. Duties deliver their lifes purpose at every bay.
I was flabbergasted by the conversation went all along and understood that vary day wheather we come across a mortal or immortal world. Every thing offers a greatest lesson to turn the ordinary life cycle with the unknown surprises.
It feels like home to be back here and doing what I love to do. Sorry guys for missing out for so long. My exams were just a huge pain in butt as always so I'd disconnected myself from social media. But now here I am and here it goes! I hope you all like it.
One of my favourite teachers, and one of my favourite human beings, he always told us in class, when we had class monitors to quiet children up, and mind the class, he used to say, "no one needs to mind each other. Mind yourself and the whole class would be quiet". So that had remained stuck up in my head so why not make something out of it?