silk_tales

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  • silk_tales 10w

    Just when everyone walks away
    And darkness overtook the day
    He comes out seeking light
    Fighting everyday hunger and humanity rights
    He sneaks every night
    Under cloudless clime and stary skies
    Who could be he?
    A boy, little one or a rag picker!
    Or a innocent child with no care!
    Waiting for food us to bring down
    Hunger, proverty and what's not
    Exchanged his smile for a frown!
    His search never ends
    Everyday for a little food
    And a warm coat.
    A little breadcrumbs and loaf crusts
    Was enough to decorate his face with a smile
    His stiff bones without breath
    Spoke untold stories of his fate
    He walked back through footpath
    To overcome darkness with lights
    His wide eyes left nothing to blink
    Empty stomach and broken wings.


    #footpath #mirakee #writersnetwork

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  • silk_tales 10w

    Her wild-eyes witness
    Every cruel second of life
    Infinite inscrutable of incidents
    Blended betwixt crimes and victims
    Yes, she was a princess of father
    And queen of her soul
    Yet, destiny took her breath
    Before her castle was build.
    She read stories of demon
    The darkness shiver her soul
    Her nights was darker than those demons
    Scattered in life, before she could know
    All she could remembered
    A couple of men coming near
    Lust longing between their teeth
    Coating their rotten heart beneath
    She couldn't break the sticky grip
    Of their masculine power and bravery
    She retaliate to break down her fear
    But she was unknown of five more there.

    No words to express
    the depth of her pain
    It left her hurt, hollowed and lost
    With bruises, scars and much more.
    They snatch her voice
    Her safety
    Her privacy
    Her pride
    Her worth
    And at last her life.
    She never thought after that night
    The sun would be forever lost.
    Under the gleaming moonlight
    She embraced eternity
    forever lost.

    And now she is empty
    Blown away by the wind
    Her soul wandering around
    Gleaming between thousands of candle lights
    Are now meant for her, after she was gone.
    She now, rest in almighty's shelter
    Far more stronger than them
    Waiting for the day...
    The world to address her as fighter
    The day to come soon
    Darkness will be gone
    And the sun will rise again.
    She is waiting for the day
    To meet all of them again
    But this time, in heavenly door
    The queen will be rise again
    There shall be no mercy.
    The day, all world will know
    What they did in private
    Millions of innocent steps
    Will come to know
    Even in the darkest nights
    They will never stand alone
    "World would address her as fighter"


    She will be born again
    This time with a greater destiny!

    -I.sha



    In the loving memory of those fighters, may your innocent soul rest in peace ❤️


    #hollow #mirakee #writersnetwork

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  • silk_tales 11w

    SILK_TALES

    In the kenopsia of life
    I laid down still
    Tightening, swelling and stretching
    Breaking, bending core of me.

    In the darkness of waxy coating
    I wrapt myself unknowingly
    In a chrysalis isolation
    Once woven only for me.

    My heart yearns for deep meaning
    Under the burdens of pain and grief
    Into the cocoon of words
    weeping everyday
    a steady rhythm of tears

    I was unknown of
    the real essence of life
    To be called beautiful
    You have to be a butterfly
    While I was still a moth
    With a sowllen body
    And a shriveled wings
    As weird I could be.

    The silence in me now
    Yells in chrysalis of metaphors
    Woven into satin fibres
    Slowly turning into verses
    As soft as "SILK TALES"



    #rhythm
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork
    #pod

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  • silk_tales 11w

    I choose to be lost, away from the chaotic world. A world where everyone is busy hiding their untold scars, and at the same time reminding of others. I am healing, scars in me aren't ugly anymore, they are much known, they laid me lap, and I choosed to cocoon within them, that's how I was born, That's how I wrote my first poem.
    ❤️Lost soul❤️

    #lost
    #pod

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  • silk_tales 12w

    I lift up my brushes
    Unleashing trapped hues
    Let my fantasy
    Smear colours
    In tapestry of white canvas
    Filling all possible voids
    Hoping it to turn blue.
    But my tears endure
    The midst of storm
    And cascaded down to
    Desiccated canvas.
    Drenching souls of colour
    in salty tears of mine
    Blended on betwixt
    Every tint of hue I lived
    Into a resplendent rainbow
    Adorned with all shades of me.

    "And I still don't know what shade I am in"


    #colour #rainbow
    #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • silk_tales 13w

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    The last leaf

    I sat by the window pane
    Looking at last leaf of tree
    Painted in dry gray tint
    Twisting, twirling clinging on it.
    I wonder, how does it feels
    Wanting to hold on
    One more day before death

    A soothing wind touched me in
    Awakening deepest desires
    That remained trembling
    Yet so long, is pronounced now
    More in a profound way.
    I wonder, why I felt that way
    He felt like the leaf
    Clinged in me as the tree
    The pain of not letting go
    When time seems ticked
    And days grow old.

    The wind arrives gusting
    Through each swaying tree
    Tumbling the leaf down to ground
    Whirling, falling without a sound.

    I learnt now
    the art of letting go
    Forever I suppose
    Do not last anymore
    One to come
    One must go
    As the tree do not mourn
    For each falling leaves
    I now learnt lonely isn't bad
    The tree and me waiting now
    For past to go
    And new to come.

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    ©I.sha


    #writersnetwork
    #mirakee
    #writerstolli

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  • silk_tales 13w

    A peaceful war

    The cracks in my heart
    Coiled in the shell of loneliness
    Now is visible in the mirror
    Isn't any more flawless
    My heart wasn't fragile
    Neither broken or weak
    Those cracks allowed to let me in
    Just to see what was inside


    I didn't have any black wings
    Or the type of evils we see in movies
    Neither was blessed with a pure soul
    No wonder how bad I was to hold
    All I could see something shiny
    In the flush of love's light
    A part of me thought was mould
    Untill I realised, it was made of gold.


    My heart was home to her
    Someone who had
    Face of an angel
    And wings of the dark
    Her eyes could unleash enemies
    with the wildness inside her heart
    Yet she pretend to be blind
    because some angels are born
    just to make sure
    the goodness in you
    Remain safe inside.


    A part of me thought
    The real essence of life
    Was just to be human
    Now tame both pure and dark
    Healing me from vurnerable scars
    In the castle I built
    They remain together
    Waiting to rise again
    Angels who are
    Just good versons of devils.

    @I.sha