vichus

Taking me to the death would you still purloin my lone breath? - squared 'I don't write anymore'

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  • vichus 1w

    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.


    #wod #pod


    PS : Second concrete, and sorry for the long one i had no choice ;-)

    Thank you for the repost @writersnetwork total 6 reposts '-'/~ thank you man


    @gj_elev @fromwitchpen du!? emojis? ��

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  • vichus 1w

    // 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...'-')/

    #ceesreposts #wod #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee

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  • vichus 1w

    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.


    Pic credit goes to the rightful owners & #pinterest

    @writersnetwork #ceesreposts #pod #wod #storyofaleaf

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  • vichus 1w

    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. //

    Ever been in library!?


    PS : Correct me if there's any mistakes.

    @writersnetwork #wod #ceesreposts

    // Tired af //

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  • vichus 2w

    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.

    ©vichus



    @writersnetwork #ceesreposts


    Trash af '-')/ it was in drafts tho.

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  • vichus 2w

    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.

    ©vichus




    @mirakee #ceesreposts @writersnetwork #wod

    it was raining tho..'-')

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  • vichus 2w

    short-term greed of humans harming long-term life,

    The climate crisis is the most consequential impact of this greed. It is not something that will happen in the future; it is happening in front of our eyes..

    #winds #wod #savetree @writersnetwork #climatechange #ceesreposts

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  • vichus 3w

    The very first collab with @fatema_sayyed00 an awesome writer.


    * 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.

    Thank you so much @fatema_sayyed00

    The lines in the *....* are mine


    #wod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork

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  • vichus 3w

    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.

    Advance happy new year friends & mirakee.


    #wod @writersnetwork #ceesreposts

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  • vichus 4w

    #subtle @writersnetwork @mirakee #wod #ceesreposts

    Merry Christmas �� Friends!!

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    Subtle feeling blooms
    through her tranquil gaze &
    my heart flicker crimson
    aurora in azure sky to glimpse
    depth of her beauty.

    waves of malicious zephyr
    concede tranquil calm
    an invisible gesture of nimbus
    purring joy in eyes -
    her subtle rhymes thriving
    as she dancing in her own melodies
    to melt my throbbing heart.



    ©vichus