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  • narrador 7w

    ERASE MY MEMORIES

    Oh Could you please
    Erase my memory
    For it is
    Hurting me terribly

    I feel having no worth
    I'm cursing my own birth
    I'm knocking at your door
    To escape my fate
    I'm asking my grave
    How longer should I wait
    Oh Could you please
    Erase my memory
    For it is
    Hurting me terribly

    There is light in front of me
    I am unable to see
    I'm looking for a road
    Where I could set my feet
    I'm groping in the dark
    Where no body could meet
    Oh Could you please
    Erase my memory
    For it is
    Hurting me terribly

    There are shadows abound
    Agony knows no bound
    It's like burning in the hell
    Deliver me from pain
    Deep down the memory lane
    I meet someone insane
    Oh Could you please
    Erase my memory
    For it is
    Hurting me terribly

    #mirakee @mirakee #mirakeeworld @mirakeeworld #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #pod #sad #poetry #poets #poem

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  • narrador 51w

    A wicked power inside me
    always triumphs.
    It stashes my tears
    and lets the soul weeps
    concealing from the world
    the lachrymose tale
    entombed in the
    annals of my memories.

    Lips decline to beam.
    Happiness remains tapped
    and lingers somewhere
    in the chasmic gap
    between heart and expression.

    The visage of cheerfulness
    plummets the moment
    the bogeys of past
    crop up in the mind.

    The will to survive
    turns down the entreaties
    of air to pass through
    the faculty of lungs.
    The wicked power materialises
    and shoves the oxygen
    down the tubes.

    Both the hands pretend
    to clap in jubilation
    as the palms protested
    as if they are north and
    south pole of a magnet.
    But the wicked power prevails.

    All the aspirations are
    shattered into fragments
    of spectral nightmares.
    Phantasmagorical dreams
    still refuse to diminish away.

    Reality confronts with imagination.
    Truth is a facade.
    Yet the mind concedes and
    accept it as a gospel.

    Ears encounter the scattered
    voices of redemption.
    Eyes behold the faint
    portrayal of the saviours.
    Light at the end of the tunnel
    is, however, obsecured by
    an abstract credo.
    It pains, it pains a lot.
    But a defiant belief
    hegemonises the agony.
    Courtesy: the Wicked Power.

    Sleep is maneuvered
    as a tactic of remission.
    Every morning is new
    but I flounder to identify
    the pristine rays emanating
    from a blissful horizon.

    Despite all the knock-backs,
    I am alive with
    a mirage of pleasures.

    #mirakee @mirakee

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    A WICKED POWER

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  • narrador 52w

    I wish to hold you
    In my hand forever
    I won't let you go
    Never Whatever

    Dont say that I am a liar
    I am just sharing my desire
    I wish you could feal my heartbeat
    It follows you in every street
    You keep me awake all night
    Day is dark and eve is bright
    What did you do to my heart
    Your smile is crushing my world

    My heart is dancing
    Your smile is clever
    I won't let you go
    Never Whatever

    I think of you all hours
    You blossom my world like flowers
    Not seeing you is a lot of pain
    I pray God for the rain
    Shower makes me feel of you
    World is liar, you are true
    My heart has a song of love
    You would hear on every curve

    Come and sing with me
    Dance in the shower
    I won't let you go
    Never Whatever

    Have you ever asked you heart
    Does it not like to flirt
    Why do you keep this mystery
    I don't care what's your history
    I just wanna hold you close
    & tell you what nobody knows
    Let us merge into each other
    and leave this world together

    I will then take you
    In the land of flower
    I won't let you go
    Never Whatever

    #mirakee #love #poetry @mirakee

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    NEVER WHATEVER

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  • narrador 53w

    I understand
    but don't feel
    I do not commit it
    but I am sin
    I feel guilty
    but no regret
    I want to cry
    my tears object
    I slumber
    but have never woken
    I am alive
    the life has rotten
    I love
    but I resist
    I am no one
    yet I exist

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    No One

    No One

  • narrador 54w

    Although I am always thinking of you
    I could not ask you out
    I am always asking God
    What this is all about
    Moon is hiding behind the cloud
    There are mysteries abound
    The rain is falling
    There's gloom all around

    In the darkest of the hour
    When rain is falling down
    I wish you could see me
    I wish you just hold me
    I wish you admire
    the feeing of my heart

    The storm is delving into the hush
    There is silence again
    I ask the Nature
    Deliver me from pain
    Soon sky is going to be clear
    And the moon will appear
    Stars will be shining
    There is nothing to fear

    Then the night will be singing
    The song of my love
    I wish you could hear
    I wish you could feel it
    I wish you admire
    The feeling of my heart

    Just after first light of the sun
    Visit me anytime
    Do not be shy
    Just tell you are mine
    I have been waiting for my demise
    What are you waiting for
    Break all the chains
    I want nothing more

    No matter what's rhe place
    No matter what's the time
    I wish you could call me
    I wish you could talk
    I wish you admire
    The feeling of my heart

    #mirakee @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #love #poetry #poems

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    I
    WISH


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  • narrador 54w

    NO ONE

    I understand
    but don't feel
    I do not commit it
    but I am a sin
    I am guilty
    without any regret
    I want to cry
    my tears object
    I slumber
    but have never woken
    I am alive
    the life has rotten
    I love
    but I resist
    I am no one
    yet I exist

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  • narrador 54w

    I saw her walking
    setting path on fire
    I met a damsel
    in the main square

    The sky was bluish
    so were her eyes
    And I was drowning
    leaving me mesmerised

    A teasing aroma
    wafting in the air
    I was attracted
    to her blonde hair

    She was a Goddess
    having heavenly power
    I met a damsel
    in the main square

    When she was smiling
    I fallen for her lips
    It was alluring
    I was heading for eclipse

    The voluptuous body
    was driving me crazy
    it was intoxicating
    making me dazy

    She had me dreaming
    a sleep quagmire
    I met a damsel
    in the main square

    Exposing her beauty
    the scrumptious attire
    the tempting exposure
    arousing my desire

    When she was talking
    It was music to ear
    I lost my focus
    Where did she disappear

    I want to hold her
    before my funeral pyre
    I met a damsel
    in the main square.

    #mirakee @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork #love #poetry

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    I MET A DAMSEL

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  • narrador 55w

    EACH NEW YEAR
    is a vacant canvas,
    which waits
    with baited breathe,
    for an invader
    to fill its inanimate landscape
    with an eclectic hue of bliss
    that would capture the
    imagination of every vagabond,
    and mesmerise the onlookers,
    that would inebriate
    a habitual boozehound
    more than the hookers.
    that would end the
    aeons of gloom and darkness
    that has long engulfed its vicinity,
    that would offer a
    cornucopia of pleasure
    with a smidgen of insanity.

    #newyear #poem
    Happy New Year to all.
    #mirakee @mirakee

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  • narrador 56w

    You would have already defeated yourself, if you were to raise your expectations to an unmitigated level of imagination that is beyond the control of your natural prowesses.

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  • narrador 56w

    This world is not your enemy. It is your expectation from the world. If you always expect world to be kind to you, you will always be defeated.

    ©narrador_pbt