Along the birds that i want to join,
With the saudade of joy inside,
giveaway the pain infinitely,
As i breathe from the top,
With the surrounded magical air,
To make my heart feel all fair,
And Fly down again with them,
Peacefully and patiently,
Them to the world of trees,
And me to the world of dreams.
©raeema
raeema
www.instagram.com/the_confused_thinker/
21 take life as it comes, afterall its all almighty's plan
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raeema 13w
not again that i want to fall,
even if its all good feel that gives,
like the petrichor thats left behind,
And i beg my heart,
not to do so again,
as it still doest get the point,
nothing has ever worked,
even if the same came,
it was just the mind overstrained,
thinking all over again and again,
i want it to smoothly lay,
to get tied all tight,
to not do it again,
of all this repetition,
nothing goes in or out,
i wish it all hard,
if heart was not fond of love!
©raeema -
raeema 13w
why do the hands of happiness hesitate to embrace her for a longer period?
©raeema -
so much welling up inside,
yet not so identifiable,
why is it so hard to find the weeds,
from the bundle of these budded seeds.
a battle goes on within,
a team of my own plays,
the very two dears- mind and heart,
just fighting for some untraceable
the tears are in so queue,
but not yet ready to flow,
as it cant find the reason,
and so i cant find the solution
the whole is of black covered,
maybe the absence of colours,
even some ligt shades are all fine,
for the survival of this soul.
©raeema -
In a misty early morning,
I walk with the charming,
These pure droplets in the air,
Thats all caught like me,
Between the pine woods,
That stood line by line,
The whole of the scene scented,
As the heat inside slowly flew,
Got trapped with the mist
And i slowly felt light.
©raeema -
A Bad Memory
She was a child,
When a memory got stuck in so wild,
Little she had no idea,
What a bad man looked like.
He came closer to her,
Talking a language unknown to her,
Little she had no idea,
How fake words sounded like.
He came more closer to her,
Her body turned cold with shiver,
He held her mouth tightly,
Making her feel breathlessly.
She couldn't shout,
As no sound came so loud,
She prayed inside,
For someone to rescue her out.
A good man just came away,
He just ran away,
But not from her mind,
Will remain a bad memory so wild.
©raeema -
raeema 17w
You stare at me morning and night,
Of this eternal in blue and white,
Thinking the paradise resides above me,
to meet the Lord and have a talk,
pluck some favourites and jump down,
From the garden of infinity above.
i envy the way you wonder,
seeing me as a point of hope,
making me a part of you,
uttering'sky is the limit' and just moving on.
i look down to you,
through my balls of sun and moon,
splashing some light on you,
As your mood swings down,
to make you see me and the world.
you stare at me with your heart,
wanting to steal my twinkles at night,
store it in your previous box of gems,
but i see your shimmering eyes,
with the reflection of mine.
I sense your thoughts to fly,
With these flock of birds in aloft,
Enjoying the cold wind flow,
And I want you to fly too,
Put on the wings and come to me,
With the good thoughts of yours.
-raeema
#skyc @writersbay @writersnetwork @mirakeePersonified sky
©raeema -
raeema 18w
Its aching so terribly oh humans,
Called mankind but no so kind,
The selfish and corruption minds,
Why are your looks so dirty,
Glancing this poor and innocent eyes,
With bricks on head and in heart,
Why do you treat the way so bad,
When i have not done so back,
Why do you look down on me,
When i have only looked up to you,
In hope to get a hand in help,
Why do you curse me worse,
When i havenot even uttered a single word to oppose,
Why dont you understand the dilemma i am in,
Yearning for friends but no one wants to be one,
Want to read fantasies but nothing known,
Why dont you really understand,
Its not my mistake the way i was born,
With no penny in my pocket,
With no respect seeking point in my shoulders,
With no beauty outside that catches your greedy eyes,
Nothing do i own than my tears and misfortunes ,
The well of tears might be emptied soon,
As its been flowing since the beginning,
All these i say to you violently in silence,
As its all zipped and given a tag,
The suppressed need not talk,but only listen.
©raeema -
raeema 18w
Sometimes it feels so empty
Like the last air has been vacuumed out of the atmosphere
©raeema -
She is sitting and knitting,
Trying to make a heart,
To bring in a beautiful piece,
With a thread in blood red,
Adding some rainbow beads,
To make it look decorative,
She is just all trying,
To beautify whats broken inside.
©raeema
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colourfulgreys 16w
My skin should be white
For me to be a desirable bride
My cheeks should be red
Deserving of my husband's peck
My hair should be black
Long enough to pull after a smack
My veil should be grey
As I kneel five times to pray
My womb should be green
Fertile to produce harbingers of family esteem
My mood should never be blue
Forgetting myself for the whims of you
In yellow of good fortune I should be draped
Marital or otherwise I am fated to be raped
Crimson of my sindoor and bangles
Shattered my dreams in your thirsty tangles
Gold of my dowry jewellery
Always less enough to attract your mockery
Thank you so much! For all these shades you forcefully painted on me
So altered is my soul that I can't recall who I used to be...
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Copyright Jaya Harfkaar 30-9-20
For the concerned initiative by the sensitive @kehta_hai_joker #MirakeeForHathras
#justiceformanishavalmiki
#colourc @writersbay
#poetrywednesday #pod #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback.
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raika_ 16w
And when you'll hear the wind chimes
on a piece of paper you'll form rhymes
perhaps it's where the pain climbs
but to feel love, you need to be hurt sometimes
come, take a sip of this vintage dandelion wine
and toss in the well of words, a penny, nickel and a dime
-raika
#poetrywednesday #senseless.
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She is the metaphor
Increasing the worth
Of his poetry!
She is the rhyme
Bringing rhythm
In his poetry!
She is the reason
Of his love towards
The poetry!
©fatema153 -
smriti_koul 31w
:-)
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mirakee 17w
A single poem, alone
can turn tides
scatter galaxies
and burst forth with rivers
from paradise.
-Sanober Khan -
raziqu 17w
ശ്രദ്ധിക്കുക.....
സൂർത്തുക്കളെ......
ഞാൻ ഒരു കളി കളിക്കാൻ നിങ്ങളെ ക്ഷണിക്കുകയാണ്.
ചെറിയ കളി, കവിത രചന.
മത്സരനിയമങ്ങൾ:
മുഖ്യ വിഷയം പ്രണയം തന്നെ ആണ്.
തൊട്ടുമുകളിലെ വരികൾക്ക് തുടർച്ച ഉണ്ടാകുന്നത് ആവണം ഓരോ വരികളും.
ഒരാൾ ഒരു സമയം നാലു വരിയിൽ കൂടുതൽ എഴുതാൻ പാടില്ല.
കവിത അല്ലാത്ത മറ്റു കമന്റുകൾ നിരോധിച്ചിരിക്കുന്നു.
മാക്സിമം repost ചെയ്തു എല്ലാവരിലും എത്തിക്കുക.
ആകെ നോക്കുമ്പോൾ കവിതക്ക് ആശയത്തോട് ബന്ധമുണ്ടാവണം.
ഒരാൾക്ക് എത്ര കവിത വേണമെങ്കിലും ടൈപ്പ് ചെയ്യാം.
എല്ലാവരുടെയും വരികൾ പരസ്പരം ബന്ധമുള്ളത് ആവണം.
വ്യക്തികളെ മെൻഷൻ ചെയ്യാൻ അനുവാദം ഉണ്ട്. കവിതക്ക് ശേഷം2 ലൈൻ സ്പേസ് വിട്ട് മെൻഷൻ ചെയ്യാവുന്നതാണ്.
നിയമലംഘനം നടത്തുന്ന, വ്യക്തിഹത്യകളോ, പരിഹാസങ്ങളോ ഉള്ള കമന്റുകൾ ഡിലേറ് ചെയ്യാൻ പോസ്റ്റ് മുതലാളിക്ക് അധികാരം ഉണ്ടായിരിക്കുന്നതാണ്.ഈ ആഴിമുഴുവനൂറ്റി മഷിയാക്കിയാലും,
വാനം നിവർത്തിയൊരു കടലാസാക്കുകിലും
നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചെഴുതിതീരില്ല പ്രണയമേ
സർവം നിന്നിലുണർന്നു പൊഴിയുമല്ലോ..
©raziqu -
ബുദ്ധിയുള്ളവർക്ക് അറിയുമോ
ഒരു മണ്ടനായിരിക്കുന്നതിലെ സ്വാതന്ത്രവും സമാധാനവും...
©raziqu -
mithumarkose 18w
When you find the last drop of honey in the jar.
#malayalam #varikal #ezhutu #malayalammirakee
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നിശാപൂവിൽ ഒരു മധുകണമായി,
തെളിഞ്ഞു നീ.
പൂമ്പാറ്റകൾ തൻ,
വർണച്ചിറകിൻ രഹസ്യം നീ.
കരിവണ്ടിൻ,
ജീവാമൃതം നീ.
എൻ ജീവോദ്യാനത്തിൻ,
പുതുവരമായി
ഈ പുലരൊളിയിൽ
വന്നണഞ്ഞ ലാവണ്യമേ.
എൻ ആത്മാവിൽ,
പുതുസ്വാദേകിയ ചെറുകണമേ.
എൻ കനവുകൾക്ക്,
മാധുര്യമേകിയ കൃപാവരമേ.
അരുതേ വിടചൊല്ലരുതേ.
എൻ നിശ്വാസമേ,
എൻ ജീവാംശമേ.
മിത്തു മർക്കോസ് I 18-09-2020
©mithumarkose -
thewordplayer 18w
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raika_ 18w
@writersnetwork #soul #misfitc (words in ".." not mine.)
@allbymyself @pen_and_paper #rfav
//my dark soul is a misfit for this bright world, but fits perfectly in between my poems and rhymes along with my heart//
-r
TO(W/R)N
September 17, 2020. Thursday
Edit: Thankyou everyone, replying to all these comments will take forever *-* love you guys. ❤️Town
My soul is a deep, dark and narrow tunnel leading to an abandoned train station where air smells like dust, wind and nostalgia while the tracks feel cold, sharp and naive.
There is an old post office by the empty station, with the letters that were written but never found their way to the other end. It was decorated with wooden furniture where people who loved once long ago sat, while the pictures hanging on the walls portrayed incomplete smiles and hidden lies.
An elegant dutch coffee shop stood tall on the opposite side which serves cakes sprinkled with hope and coffee mixed in guilt while happiness was buried in the wooden floor. The menu said they were out of 'love and light latte' leaving no reason behind for hopeless people to come.
An aesthetic bookstore was located far away from the train station yet close to the tunnel's ending. The dusty rug in the middle was imprinted with dull flowers which looked elegant and reeked of a writers footsteps. Cash register was small, broken and empty except for bookmarks on the shelf labeled with "find the old books with dust undisturbed and worn off covers for these clothe true treasures." The room was small yet walls managed to welcome a full heart overflowing with pain. An old couch and a strong table, have held readers and writers who came in to make their own little infinities and the pile of half read books on the table along with a piece of paper with an incomplete poem gives hope and a reason to come back down here, to visit the depths of my soul and to feel alive.
-in your soul, lies the darkness and the light-
-raika
