Esthetic waves of wind gusting away withered tears as it - cushions throbbing heart from miserable trance. flitted between love & misery branches of tree squeezed wings - of monarch with covetous leaves.
With a hollow gaze she Melted into nothingness by the wicked flames of darkness but, from the blazing flames her melodies rise as her charming hues luminate rainbow rays in metaphors, under the livid sky lessons of past her wings wave glittering aroma & burning vicious thoughts, as it dilated for another storm.
One drop of honey gives satiety as she start whirling around the joyous earth, a wide garden of tellus blossom hills of four leaf clover to symbolize luck, faith, love & hope. to kiss the petal of stars she coupled her heart & soul in loving tenderness, her infinite journey to touch the ether disperse in the world of wickedness,
but the colours of her wings embellished every demon eyes to taste their abandon happiness. with the wind’s gusty breath she rise her rainbow wings to whirl around the sky where her flittering melodies flattered nimbus to - shed tears in ecstasy.
Her aura enchanting every broken soul' to find a way to lead their rhythm of life in bliss, symbol of hope dances in the breeze & whisper every chaos it self is a another hope.
// I will go far beyond through the humming zephyr where every beat climb heavens to luminous aesthetic pleasure in azure sky.
The waves crash into nimbus & portrait serenity for once i feel life is bliss on occasions my heart fell in tear but then i look out over the sun where it luminate rays of hope.
Every twilight embellished my aureate wings thus i abandon few feathers that contain sorrow, I could close my eyes and fly over to the edge of misery but the equanimity i endured control every emotional berserk.
Everything remains exactly as it was over the emotional gestures i caged my wings and cursed the world a constant battle between my twisted self I struggled through the days to save a little pride & courage to find my twinkling wings of blissfulness.//
PS : My first concrete post took whole night tho, if you're not getting it well it just a bird...'-')/
When the moon rises red and rests upon the corn i lay deep down & stay there tight, from worried whispers i ignited a fire of strength yet when reality looks like a fantasy; wretched heart and illiberal mind screaming to harden the waves of thoughts
Every time the mother tree shook itself and stirred up all its shining leaves, i whisper in silence it just we were a burden!?
it rustled all over like a thunderstorm but ' I'm just a leaf ' i could never expect her mercy I'm just one of millions, i had my bliss i should let the new borns blossom memories to rise from the waves of life
in the solemn night wind swirls through the sky i stare at glittering stars,as it dropped more of us gently under the edge of the fence; each waves evanesces & sang adieu.
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one of the biggest damaging factors for books is dust. as it accumulates, it will eventually cause damage to paper and covers because of harmful acidic elements but it doesn't matter anymore as we live in a world where we get everything online.. which eventually destroys our precious treasures, we never understand the importance of library. because we are blinded by our own people(s) greed.
// These steps withered a small amount of wind was enough to blow dusts into air, fragrance of books hits the nostrils to inhale a deep pleasure, and the flimsy wooden tables flicker as the sun rays hits through the tall windows which tranquilise our restless eyes. those stacks It contain knowledge of death, desire, happiness, blood & many more fictions to warm our brain, it can indeed twist our braincells to luminate mood swings, the pin drop silence which helps to open another dimension through reading it can be a bliss nor melancholy but isn't it great to be the character in our own way!? you can be a Sherlock Holmes / Fitzwilliam Darcy or whoever you read on it let you wander around the universe you made. Each words lit our heart it whisper in silence as if it helps you find out the difference between reading & learning. It could help you to communicate with people around that lend you more ideas for your own growth. //
Chikari strings distorted - just as its rhythmic heart amid atrocious verses of thee - fluids in my neglected soul an audacious acquisition once - again to blaze my peace a fusion of sonata reveal bleeding melodies to illustrate fading love. invisible gestures of symphony portrait eternal ache, shattered dreams played vicious chorus - as i crawl back into reality to - sang never-ending misery.
Nostalgic of infinity dreams debilitating heartache as it creates puddle of emptiness a streak of touch blurred my vision & tranquil restless musings,
silver droplets plummeted from pale - sky with wandering waves, scarlet lilies are flourishing to symbolic reincarnation of ecstasy - once i buried within my soul.
dark clouds swirling as the breezing wind kisses wounds to annihilate sinister rage, daisies in the garden appreciating - subtle rhymes of mizzles as it twinkle my eyes to see amaranthine colours of hope.
* lay down in the bed tried to close my eyes to listen those whisper & howls inside my bod, eyes that sees beauty in everything sheding tears & burning in vain, like the lonely winter tree without leaves, none sees beauty in it but a void, maybe who carries darkness within, i did not die, but mentally i died more than thousand times, i dig my own graveyard for no reasons, i've been stabbed million times by my own thoughts in the nights, fierce tears rolling down in the cheeks to reminiscence everything like a projector, the depth of tears melting my emotions into a rage that cast a spell of my own destruction, my anguish flows from the rift of unremembered stars of hope. *
I lay down on the grass, closing my eyes, tryna listen those phrases my heart whisper with the tint of cool zephyr into my ears, the way the leaves bid their farewell from the branches, falling on the ground, with the allure finnesse one could ever witness, it feels as if nature's being born again, yet with the exact fresh essence which reminds me of the cologne, bringing a smile on my face, shine in the eyes & glitter in the soul, as if i've returned back to those golden days, back down the memory lane, as if I'm still on grass barefoot, as i really am, as if my hearts still warm & yet cold, as if I'm still singing with the choir of canaries, as if I'm still alive within those delusional promising world of yours.
2020 first two digits match the second two digits this happens only once in a hundred years, this number signifies the huge potential that our life holds, but our life in a stage of destruction because of a pandemic covid-19 we all had some surprises didn't we !? many tend say, this year cursed & we are suffering, let the year end everything will be alright, but how it possible just because a year ends everything turning out fine!? I don't understand that, for example, it wasn't new isnt it!? we were suffering in many ways, many years passed, yet eventually we end up in a place where we cast a spell of our own destruction, so how could you blame 2020!? because of lockdown & the virus?
Maybe in 2019 you may missed these events :
* Ethiopian Plane Crash
* Kaduna State massacre, 141 people were killed in the kajuru LGA of the nigerian state of Kaduna
* Alberta wildfires, there were a total of 803,393.32 hectares (1,985,228 acres),
* Cyclone Idai 1300 people dead & many more were missing.
* Halifax canada hurricane
* Surat Fire Tragedy; 22 Deaths and 17 Non-fatal injuries,
And many more, is it because of 2019!? that year were cursed!? no it because we need something to blame, infact half of these events occurred because of humans,
2020, major issue were covid-19 & lockdown, didnt we understood something!? our life can end anytime, we learnt to live, we spent time with our families, which we rarely do because of social medias, we were in a illusion, where we thought we were immortals,
For me 2020 a year that let me to realise my worth of living, a year that help me to achieve my dreams, a year where i find friends, lockdown teach me that nothing is permanent, anything can happen anytime,
But for many of us it just a year like the last one, they keep hurting their beautiful soul, we don't learn yet we learn we forced ourselves to be in a illusion to let us down for some events, which maybe a joke in future.. we hide our lesson to hurt our peace, we live a life where we all have some precious memories of someone & some events, we hurt ourselves by that instead seeing the bright side we forced to be in darkness, it just happens maybe even in the new beginning of another year.
Every year a lesson to bright our future, another chance to start our lives anew with past memories..
the ending of year is also a time when serious people want real changes in their lives, never erase events that taught you to learn things, let the new start offer all of us happiness. there's nothing such a thing ' cursed ' we live in a world where we are our own killers, we are suffering because of our own deeds, blame ourselves, because it just us.
The natural art of Zeus's Hippolyta A wonder woman gifted by the Amazon. The moon serves chariot, night charioteer Moon's shield red at the dawn and the dusk, Turns seraphic white when she is at verge. Over moon she seats near the cypress tree Guarding the angels in kiddies blooming. The dewy mist of woodland picking hunt She drives the chariot through the wild woods. For the cosplay in slavering the demons The blood moon escorts her to the dark To defeat the cultist kalista "The oathbreaker". On the blue moon she pulls off successful hunt Dropping with the nights to waning Widening with the nights to the crescent. The maiden of silver bow and quiver, Leto's lass femine in labour summons, Forever the chaste and eternally virginal. My ode to her as is chaste as she is Worshipping the wild and the domestic Picking and Hunting the ferocious dogs. My calling to her is as fierce as hers, Embellishing her Throne at the cypress, To once again defeat kalista The Demon. ~Inktrovert
Nature chants hymns when the rosary of gelid beads thaws neath the wintry emerald sun rousing the transpicuous dozy dewy dollops as they breath the rufous dawn; reposing on the dainty bracts of the lone ℯ bloom.
I voice against judging people by their profession.I voice against molestation ,children trafficking,rape. I little change in the mindset of people can give rise to all such answers which these women have,who are conditioned to these adversities.