Surely I will wait for you Till dark sky turns blue, Night comes to rest in drops of morning dew Your lips colour me pink in kiss saying adieu Above heights of heaven I run in your pursue Each passing moment turns amazingly new Soul starts singing songs without single clue
Being quite clueless mine Only desire remains you I Will wait for you dear Till dark sky turns blue
Our shadows speak as you sneak into my sight Your skin absorbs musical bliss of moonlight Silence of night sleeps in eyes quite bright Blissful blush ignites my flaming insights My eyes are painting your portray out of light Along rosy petals is your beauty infinite
You become my lovely angel Whenever I lonely mew I Will wait for you dear Till dark sky turns blue
I wander beneath wounds bleeding your name Restless memories feed upon each stifling stain Shackled at the shores of mind soaked in slain Fountain over eyes evolve blood bearing pain Barren lands of drained skin badly grudges gain Diluting dusky dreams thus rain engulfs vain Inscriptions of love slowly now turning plain Emotional rivers don't survive such divine drain
Over hustling hearts of us Once eternal emotions blew Telling you that I will wait Till this dark sky turns blue
All the day long your love holds my heart Setting into heavens pristine poems apart Lost in your love I miss that surreal start Running after you holding my poetic cart My life turns you into an eternal art You are universe and I'm smallest part
We may stay away but We rejoice our love's hue I Will wait for you dear Till dark sky turns blue
I miss your fingers woven to my hands Your soulful words wet my hearty lands I sensually crave for you to be back In your dress coloured in deep black To reach you there might be many ways But not a single one to find those lost days
Feeling your love upon This lonely Christmas eve I Will wait for you dear Till dark sky turns blue
I will wait for you dear Till you become my reality I will wait for you dear When sleeps the entire city I will wait for you dear Till our love finds eternity I will wait for you dear On steep edges of infinity I will wait for you dear To drown in poetic purity I will wait for you dear To sustain my surety I will wait for you dear To make my life again new I will wait for you dear Till dark sky turns blue
From the lovely gifts hidden between moving arms of clock, treasurer of time has bestowed you its loveliest gift today. Wrapped in alluring attire of love, making you sense your surreal beauty, which endures along the eternal time. Alike you are that special piece of cherry, placed on topmost layer of delicious cakes to beauty their looks. Even if you are small, you are the one who makes the biggest difference. Blissful vibes are evolving out in smallest amounts of air you exhale in your each breath.
This soothing air caresses your sweetest feelings and brings them in front of my nose when I am ready to inhale. Sensual sweetness dissolves in each bit of air to make me absorb it in tiniest droplets of my blood. Imparting my blood its sparkling colour you settle deep inside the core of my heart. So my dearest stranger we are amazingly connected in this way via the air quite aromatic. I was gazing along my heart to find this essence of affection connecting our distinctive souls. Then a tuneful voice from our bonnie writer's clan has made me realise the wonders of this wordy reverie which wonderfully connects us. Words formulate the lace connecting our souls.
You are the noblest person with a golden heart, which hides under your simple personality. Yet this personality upholds intuitive infinity in all of its caring shards. Twinkling in the darkest sky, you are the lone love of luna. But the normal mirrors inside your home, don't cast the righteous reflections of your truthful soul. So let me now place you, in front of a magical mirror which reflects your inner self. And today's your Birthday my dear, go and sink in this poetic mirror and find the reason why!
You are beautiful the way you are Shining like my surreal star, Your loveliness is bliss at par Blissful beauty your lovely scar. Sitting beneath our heavenly tree Words make an emotional sea, Daily diving in alluring glee For your soul to set it free, Like around any flower a bee Makes with petals a firm decree, Never away to anyway flee You are petal and poetry the bee, Love is what words want to see Let me be you and you be me, Diving deep in this divine sea With pens arousing loveliest plea, Let's sink in its positive glee.
Curbing uncured aura of fear Build immune out of falling tear, Run your life's car on fifth gear Making each ambition quite clear. Live this life for genuine sake For everyone to happy make, Respect and success all fake Truthful only the love's lake, To you destiny will try to shake But luckily you are now awake, Be ready now to lastly bake Your sorrows into delicious cake. Light up now these lovely lamps Life's entering into newest camps, Where still we are all champs Walking along our wordy ramps. Celebrate now this lovely day In each time you lovingly pray, Earlier were you an idol of clay Now it's your new birthday.
Love your writing as its yours No one else this right deserves, To judge your work in single glace Is right only your heart reserves. Don't they know about success stories Of Joan Keats and J. K. Rowling, Earlier them people laughed upon Now their words in each heart gone. Hold your writeups close to heart They resemble your emotional cart, From the end upto the start They set sorrows amazingly apart. Hold your pen gentle in hand Paper is your subtle land. Dear writer work hard now As if world will know you how? Imagine your words soaring in sky Colouring clouds turning dry, These clouds your canvas and Love is your single sigh.
Bestow world the best you can Let words flow under furious fan, Surrounding each soul your love Can make humanity an United clan. With pristine power of your pen Make this world a better place, Connecting all the human hearts Via strings of your wordy lace.
I believe in kindness and affection to be part of our lives without any special reason but just for the wellbeing of our emotional world. So share these tokens of kindness, as love you show towards others is reflected back to you. And yess, with a higher magnitude indeed. Believe that best will happen on the best time for you in the best way possible.
You are defining your destiny by the way you spend each second of your priceless life. My dear writer, your destiny is dripping down the nib of your pointed pen. Glide this nib in the best way and you will find the most beautiful painting of your destiny to be formed. Don't be afraid of anything, as the one who brought you here is the one who will lead your life always in future. Just please him with your deeds and he is all yours.
I am the one whom you can never feel, as I am diluted in your shadow to stay always connected and be always apart. Though we would never meet my dear, remember my existence in each breath you exhale. I am always there around you in form of air and in image of kindness.
From these words my soul reflects, This air which us amazingly connects, So now let me take your leave I am there do always believe.
When I entered my classroom yesterday, my eyes collided with something strange written on wooden bench I used to sit upon.
As in excitement I went closer to have a clear glance, and I saw a heart being pierced by the bow. On two lateral sides of bow, two different names were inscribed and unluckily my name was one of those two.
The other name was of the most beautiful girl in entire school. That goes without saying, rumours and murmurs filled the whole air around. Teachers were converted into unexperienced investigating cops, and culprits ( Artists of Bench painting ) were assured about credibility of these cops.
Two names were never against this crime, but it's itself a crime to accept this fact! Innocence in these interactions within the school premises, has its truthful place hidden in each heart here.
Let's revisit this soulful naivety and mischievous mania deeply embedded in our souls.
Exams are the rattling ramps, filled with the riots of mind and heart, with soul and senses. Paved for the knight of mews and mania...grooming along the gleams of success and frets of failures. Each step obliges the hearty barrow to get diminished into the oblivion of unrest and anxiety. Slowly the sleep is seduced and dreams are diluted in the mist of wordy muse. Ramp is decorated with the mirages of mean miracles...restricted to ones own self. The weary words revolve around the meadow of mind to elude the education in mere amounts of ink spilled on the paper. Exams made to test the memory and tease the truthful thoughts...who dare dreaming against the book.
From ages many stages have passed into the wordy pages. Yet the ramp of exam still continues to chuck the cheers of originality soaring against the bookish beliefs. Lost into the tradition of slavery, our insights are dimmed in droughts for new thoughts. We the wreck of words just...wanna be called educated. When still the life's exams are those who have their true existence..and we used to fail in them. Doesn't matters, as the ink spilled on paper determines the destination for us to drown in life. Drowning against the will of heart and for the selfish sake of mind. Heart being the slave of mind and dreams being the servants of seamless slavery...nothing more than a robot we are!
Nostalgic nudge of exams is evolving out the unemployed youth to shake in the showers of disrespect and crimson crimes. Rusted ramps of exams will never lead to the wonders we used to ponder about. Unless a new chapter opens beyond the bounds of books and ravages of perplexed pages. Boundless is our life...to succeed in its eternal exams, which designed by our only original master. Let's reverberate this ramp to take the rust away from its floors...and make our lives surreal beyond scores.
Hoar of this ramp needs to be reverberated once again...with blows of terrifically modern thoughts and hunger for the change. Beginning to be an ending for something which previously was meaningless. Exams must be infused with a new meaning which goes against the mean mirages of mystic miracles. Deaf is the one who dreams as per someone else's desires!
We are only responsible to the figure we see in the mirror in front of which we stand. Not exams, grades, degrees, certificates, reputation, status, and looks have the right to define us! 'Listen to the rules only created by your own heart'...This is the only truthful rule to exist in our life. Self love and satisfaction always comes first. Let's chirp for the change which is the choice of our youth.
If the exams and our integral education system is good enough then,
● Why most of the educated youth in our country is unemployed?
● Why millions of students commit suicide each year before and after exams?
● Why the most successful people in present world were never praised by the education system in past?
● Why the most creative minds don't belong to that highly qualified clan of toppers in academics?
Many more whys, and not a single rational answer. A change is must, this darkness surely needs to be diminished by the dawn of new thoughts and system for education!
☆Basically the incapable one is also defined as a capable and intellectual person due to these flaws in our education system. For an instance it happens like this in my nation-
1) Money given as bribes and donations, assures your admission in good institutes. 2) Phobia of your sociopolitical status paves your way to get good scores in each semester. 3) At last You achieve your degree by investing minimum amount of efforts. 4) And thus a simple stupid is transformed into a genius by truthful influences of our system.
And those who truly deserve the right of quality education, are deprived on basis of their poverty and mere sociopolitical status.☆
Why don't we kill our students instead of suffocating them in this hell of injustice and meaningless run for miseries? It's the question that, every teenager wants to ask this entire world of weird nature!
Make sure to share your thoughts with me...I love the people who correct my mistakes! This series is back again #_change_society
Have an insightful glance at the poetic piece below!
// Sin of slavery still exists in the deep drenches of our developing societies //
☆You are free to skip the caption, as the poetic piece below contains all of its juices☆
On this Children's Day,
It's my try to make the problem of child labour, human trafficking, and illegal business of human organs to come in limelight of highly creative artists and sensitive human beings on Mirakee.
This poem is written in Villanelle style of Poetry, by being inspired by 'One Art' poem of Elizabeth Bishop.
This poetry style follows the certainly strict rules of rhymes and repetation of words.
It is generally of 6 paragraphs
In which the following rhyme scheme as per every para is followed
ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABA, ABAA
☆Last word of first line is the last word of 2nd and 4th para ☆Last word of third line is the last word of 3rd and 5th para ☆In 6th para the last word of 1st and 3rd lines are used as last words in final 2 lines of the poem
It's quite complicated, but the flow which it imparts to the poem can easily oblige any poetic heart to fall In love with this fantastic style of poetry.
This poem depicts that, how a slave strives vigorously hard, everyday for the sake of sustaining the arrogant mark ( Pride ) of their Lords but in this work, their own mark ( existence ) is someday diminished into the oblivion of unseen scourge and regrets.
This children's day, let us strive to make this world a better place for the young and talented minds to live in! Free from Child labour and scourge of slavery.
( Caption contains some extra info about my name, you can directly read the main piece if you desire )
As you all know my name is ZAID and it's in Arabic which upholds a great meaning for us to reveal ahead.
This name was suggested by my beloved maternal uncle! Which was approved by my late grandfather and I was named by this wonderful word.
Itself this word is name of a great writer of all times, Hazrat Zaid-bin-thabith (R.A.) Who has wrote the best book of Arabic language, The Holy Quran!
Quran is the word of gracious Allah (God), which was scattered amongst many early followers of Prophet Muhammad (Peace be upon him). Harzat Zaid, was the writer who vigorously worked hard to compile the beautiful verses and chapters of Quran and wrote the first copy of this divine book.
Which contains 114 chapters and more than 6000 verses! All of them bestowed by Almighty to his beloved Prophet for guidance and welfare of entire humanity. And this book is completely identical to the modern printed Quran.
As well as 'Zaid' means 'to prosper' or 'to develop'
Along with this, 'Zaid' is the only name of any early followers of complete Islam, to be mentioned in Holy Quran. This shows the love of almighty for him and it was proclaimed by his Prophet when Hazrat Zaid was very young.
It is used for males.
So to describe in one line the meaning of my name is -
'A writer who is beloved of Almighty and blessed with prosperity for his entire life in this world and for the life after resurrection.'
My heartiest thanks to a divinely blessed soul, @carolyns_challenges_and_quotes for this amazingly blissful challenge, which made the laziest person on Mirakee to do some research on his own name! Your challenge made me discover the meaning of my life, Love you from the core Ma'am!
If you are reading till yet, don't miss the poetic piece below!
If you know more about my name, or wanna correct some mistakes in info, Please feel free to notify via comments!
Inspired by my beloved paa @iammusaafiir I would like to use an acronym here to define me shortly.
Z ephyr of truthful zion A cquired by a selfless soul I nfused by his bliss of D ove in angelic role
Enjoy reading the piece below!
☆ Glossary for the poem ☆
Substantive : A word/words functioning as noun Plethora : Extreme excess Absurd : Irrational condition Eonian : Everlasting/eternal Bonnie : Beautiful Oculus : Organ of sight (eyes) Revues : Entertaining show of varied arts.
Which gave me the opportunity to discover myself and find my own identity and fall in love with it. As I'm quite late, it was my luck to get another brilliant quote to participate in today's challenge as well! Love you Ma'am and this piece is just to express myself, IT'S ME AND JUST ME! ♡♥♡♥
I slept on the crimson floors Of mind's mewling heart, Blooming in my dreams Dying in caressing cart. Cart of this ruthless world Shards of its manic scream, Still pierce my blissful world In reminiscence of moaning gleam. How we were used to soar In shades of nostalgic nights, With hands glued hands and Lips upon our insights. Gloomy yet golden was The day when we met, Blessing was the only thing In disguise what I get. Pond was filled with Auric water of Astound, When we were used to sit Along its greenish ground. Seeing your restless reflection On waves of weary water, My heart eluded it's Love on this soulful slaughter. Relentless were seconds and Blissful were the hours, Crescendo of our love was Dancing with the flowers. Zephyr was arousing our Emotions upto heights, Flawless and feeble were Signals of our sights. Signs were enough to Read our hearty book, Luck was more dark than What it seemed to look.
At last you laid upon Your bed of bloodshed, Alluring in your memories All my poems you read. Destiny was defining our Love to be left incomplete, All of our prayers were Lynched by Godly deceit. You were my only bliss Will be my only love, In soil of your grave I Found my delightful dove. I was waiting for the day When I fearlessly kiss you, Yet in this weary world I will seamlessly miss you. You can't become mine Yet my soul is all yours, We will surely meet dear In our heavenly tours. In this fuss of flaws my Feelings are escalating, I know for me your soul Is yet eagerly waiting!
Mom, After you have gone, My wiring system has been completely changed.
I loved to talk but I wasn't talkative, But I have become talkative.
I was Introvert, talked as much required, But don't know why I have been talkative, Is it that I am lonely.
I love to be what I am, but still I hate myself, Because I don't have so called good looks, So called good standard of studying, So called average student.
After you left I have lost a huge part of me myself, Consuming anti depressants of 585 mg daily like peanuts. Gained a huge amount of weight, Food habit changed, Every stage I make mistakes, If I do good then also I get hurled with abuses and comments. Earlier I never used to apologise much, But now my every step seems to be a mistake, Earlier I never used to hold my mistakes or wrong deeds of past, Now everytime I genuinely say sorry, Try to solve the problem or fight that moment that place and finish off the things, I get to listen that I am very sticky or chipkoo.
Earlier If I request someone to see something, People happily see, and like that day I am least bothered of criticism.
But if I request someone, I have to request persistently that too whole heartedly and ask them for a small support as I believe them as a close friend, And people name it that I force them I am a beggar, begging for support this that.
Mom I just want to say one thing, If you would have been alive I won't have been so Dissappointed, so disheartened and so lonely.
I am feeling so hurt that the tears are coming out while typing this and I am feeling furious upon myself that how lame I have been,how poor I have been, how people hate me so badly as if I am a bad dream in their life.
Mom I just have a request, Either come to this universe and hug me or you bless me with immense power you can and make me mature so that no one will say he is doing idiotic drama, he is mad he is immatured than me.
Mom if possible please come and hug me, give me all your power, I want to be that old boy who loved to talk but was a bit Introvert, less outspoken, but friendly, less feel of guilt.
The amount of love I have for myself is almost the se amount of hate I have for myself, I hate myself too.
I Love You Mom, I Hate You Mom.
I Love You Barry, I Hate You Barry, I Am Pretty Much Concerned Barry, How Will You Change, Hate You Barry.
Miss you so badly mom, I can't control my tears and anger on you and on me also.
I stand over the hill, drilling my dreams, singing childhood rhymes. But so many times I hear an inner voice; echoing, deep drowning. Performs my soul then rituals for almighty, to ring me up on a fine sunny day, so my soul shines under the legacy of the serene ocean. I far sight my thoughts and their flight. They call for sublimation to the hands of death. Seeking for the curtains to fall in certainty engulfing hues of blue ocean. The ride of consumed thoughts, rise to wave to the albatross. Coral beds cushions my bewildering soul. Surmounting a halo, I muse ... and sail across the ocean, with my poetic bards. - Samiksha
Sorry my ARMY MY PEOPLE I'm so so inactive these days.. Some health issue threathed me This kinda sick me that I'm not active here And I promise you guys now on I'll do good here I LOVE YOU ALL ( this post dedicated to every single one of the person who miss me more than ever) I'll see all ur tags and tag me more in your lovely posts.
Baby I'm hellyah sorry that we're so in distance that we can't talk and treat good. First of all I'm bad at health these days and so I'm unable to get used of phone.. Rest is best to that I think so but always remember I love you more than u know doesn't matter the distance between us.. @jeelpatel And the surprise for you is I'm going to see you face to face like I'm coming to INDIA.