Mirakee
cast-a-way
abandoning,
habitual walls and dome,
complaining,
wrecked roofs and monochrome,
hoping,
to find familiarity,in places unknown,
i have been,
wandering,
far across from home.
i saw,
walls,
offenders staining them,
with striking grafitti,
and ones that display neon signs,
screaming 'cheapest booze in city'.
walls that echoed angelic hymns,
and ones that bottle up sins full upto brims.
walls that sing of doom's grandeur
and ones that cage evils and wrong-doers.
walls where new lives were birthed,
and walls that were burned,
along with humans,on grounds of revenge.
i saw,
roads,
that lead to highways,
and to places claimed as heaven's stairways.
roads that diverged in two,
and ones that converged travellers,
to savour good ol' home brew.
roads that were shunned in silence,
and ones where people marched,
against violence.
roads that promise a great future,
and ones haunted with grey pasts.
i saw
strangers,
exchanging postcards,
and psychedelics licitly barred,
strangers stealing kisses,
behind breath-fogged windows,
tasting lover's blisses,
and strangers stealing riches,
thanking luck for every bullet he misses.
strangers distributing free food,
and some hogging more than,
it could be chewed.
children,
dressed in uniforms,
who walked to school with frown,
and ones dressed in worn out gowns,
who walked to workplace, missing fun of playgrounds.
nomads,
who made catchy tunes,
lyrics that glorified fortunes,
gloom of detachment,
analogizing lovers to stars and moon,
and asking fellow wanderers,
to join them in their songs,
in chilly afternoons.
i saw,
castaways,
wishing to go back, to their homes,
back to habitual monochrome,and domes,
and wanderers,
like me running,
away from home,
to find grounds,
that abide no contrast,
of everything moral,
to find grounds,
where peace,kindness and love everlast.
©wallfl0wer
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wallfl0wer
4w
Read Moreread this slowwwwly.
ps: an outcome of failed dark writeup and my constant mood of 'yrrr mujhe ghumne jana hai'.
and im done for this year. -
wicked tracks and saintly trance
i have kept safe,
the mixed tape,
R&B that soothed your blues,
jazz that our heart danced to,
wicked tracks with saintly trance,
and pious ones with sinned lyrics.
i have kept safe,
the polaroids,
that caught me,
stealing glances at you,
and the ones that seize,
your annoyance,
for random clicks.
i have kept safe,
our essence in,
my verses
and your letters,
envelopes,
postal stamps,
also,those rusty flickering lamps,
that have witnessed,
our illicit silhouettes on the wall.
i have kept safe,
your leftover charm,
in my vain exsistence,
your tokens,
as most blissful reminiscence.
©wallfl0wer -
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तेरे वजूद से चिंगारी हर रात चुराते हैं,
तो लिख पाते हैं
मेरे मकानों की ज़ुल्मत सिर्फ चिरागो से नहीं हटती.
©wallfl0wer -
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तराज़ू के एक ओर रखे ख्वाब,
दूसरी तरफ हकीक़त,
मोल रखा दूरियों का,
और सौदा हो गया नींद का.
©wallfl0wer -
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कोशिश की थी तेरे रंगों से ज़िन्दगी के किरमिच रंगने की,
पर देखो मेरे हिस्से सिर्फ स्याही ही आई,
तो बिखर रही है,
स्याही तुम्हारे किस्से लिखने में
और ज़िन्दगी खुद को समेटने में
©wallfl0wer -
∆
draw a veil over and conceal,
isolated spiel of 'me' and 'you',
expose some bits,
and those stories of 'us'
the ones rotting as scrap,
spitting tinge of you,
venting fumes of me,
embellish the rubble,
with elfin words,
festoon it into verses,
bare the beauty,
hide the hideous,
chain it in poetries,
while everyone lauds,
let it hang at my collum,
untill it breaks my spine,
and finally,
tie the ends into wreath,
and lay it on my coffin.
©wallfl0wer -
∆
i plucked my bits,
polished them,
with passion,warmth and kiss,
amassed them into a pebble,
gave it your name,
threw it aiming for stars,
and never heard it land.
©wallfl0wer -
wallfl0wer
7w
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the bruises that are sewn to suppress,
tears,wails and emotional mess,
leave scars that bleed till death.
©wallfl0wer -
wallfl0wer
7w
puppet
cut out all ropes of the ragged doll,
the puppet that leaps and crawl,
on your grip and command,
and perhaps,
i may wish to dance again.
©wallfl0wer -
wallfl0wer
7w
roots
i try to weed out
the roots of my agony,
the ones that crush my rosy canopy,
and i end up splitting them in
you,me,love and some verses.
©wallfl0wer
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veloc1ty_
16w
*TRIGGER WARNING*
bad language
Okay this is about the time of the end semester exams of my third year. My college was 40mins away from my home, and i had 2 consecutive exams, coz one of them was a KT paper. So i had no option left but to stay over at a friends place. The friend's place wasnt exactly his own house, it was a rented flat. it was on the second floor. building was of 4 floors. it was shared by 4 students if i recall correctly. The town my college is in is a small village. So the building was mostly empty. I think there were only 4 families residing in that building of 16 flats.
Now the flat which was adjacent to the ones i was staying at, had a dark history. The family had commited suicide, the wife's body was found in the bathroom. which was easily visible from the window of our bathroom. The flat of that family had a huge lock on it, with lots of red threads wrapped around, just like the one you can see in the movie bhool bhulaiya. (woh dekh ke fat gayi thi meri xd) ill just continue in hindi, its more fun
so mera exam hogaya aur mai flat pe gya. sirf mere akela ka KT paper tha one day ago, toh we gathered chaaro log, 2 log were from different batch btw. i studied with the 2 other friends of mine. raat ho gayi. fir bc unko chul mach gayi. bc darawani kahani sunani hai. kal paper hai aur ye log bhoot ki kahani batana chalu kar diye. it was around 8, this is when they told me about the suicide story. 10 baj gaye and everyone went to sleep. i was sleeping in the bedroom with a friend. that time i used to get nightmares aur upar se un ch*tiyo ne bhoot ki story sunai thi, bekaar wala sapna aagay xdd. i wake up, out of breath and theres darkness in the room. i use the flashlight of my phone to wake up my friend. bhench*d woh banda gayab xdddd AAAARGHH I RAN OUT OF the room chilla ke xdd and i see them doing revision xddd.
then they asked me to not get scared and sleep peacefully but since i was already tired from an exam. im like," #$@%%#$ kya jarurat thi bhoot ki kahani sunane ki. me nahi jaa sone. ill revise." fir revision karte karte i fall asleep....
firse sapna aatay and i wake up. Bhench*d wapis yelog gayab xddd
i somehow gather some courage and check the bedroom. udhar bhi nahi. sab ke sab mc gayab xd i start sweating a lot. bc ghar ke bahar bhi nahi jaa sakta waha woh manhuss lock dekh ke aur phategi. so i call one of them and thanfully the picks up the phone. i ask him, itna raat ko kidhar gayab ho gaye sabke sab. fir pta chala sab log terrace pe baithne gaye hawaa khane -.-
mene call karke bulaya meko bhi upar leke jane xddd woh raat apun bilkul soya nahi xdddd
true story.
moral of the story: colg ke friends kamine hote hai -
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4d
My heart is willing
To every lil' thing the world has to offer
The heart is willing
To every lil' thing my world has to offer
My mind is dominant on me
While submissive to all else
I am in the safest warmest arms
And somehow I still have to
Whinge about how it hurts
I thought I loved words
Now they feel dumb to me
Maybe I was infatuated with poetry
And the faux validation it brings
How funny
When people go all awed
At one's personal shit
Yes Sir your pain is beautiful
So what
You're desperate for ugly happiness
Just like me
What's the point of devices and justice ;
When all of 'em are used to extol failure of devices and exaggeration of injustice
Hello .
I , 19 y/o , am a conditional being
And
The world's brutal on me
So , don't expect me to be poetic about it . -
lady_midnight
1w
Read MoreI have a devil's spawn scratching in my head, whispering murders. This one doesn't wear prada, no. He parades in cloaked darkness. His footsteps match the ticking of the clock, as I wait for another possession.
He plucks verses, like weeds, making bed for more gruesome intentions. It's midnight and he craves nightmares. As if on cue, I find myself tangled in a web of memories I've tried to get rid of.
He never sins, rather bejewels mine. He has never been to hell, so he crowns himself king of my darkness. He isn't a fallen angel, rather a manifestation knocking on my door.
Humming catastrophe, he waits for my weakest moments and gifts me nyctophilia wrapped like a candy, which I devour on days the sky turns sombre. He calls it an aphrodisiac kiss.
On nights when he let's me breathe I ask him how long he wishes to stay. His face lights up with a boyish charm and a devilish glint in his eyes. He strokes my hair softly, and murmurs, 'as long as you keep coming back to this hell. '
#writersnetwork #mirakee
Definitely temporary.I've Found Hell
Caption.
©lady_midnight -
samarlexis
1w
Read MoreA lot of people have been wondering after reading my poems about my Sexuality.
Well here it is.
I'm not gay, bi or straight.
I'm me. I am attracted to people.
And that can be anyone.
It is that simple.
I'm the guy who looks at the menu and says, "Everything please. "
If that bothers you, please leave. Mirakee has MANY other writers.
This is something I had written a while back, following a mental breakdown I've been on a rest phase....
@dusky_dawn thank you for still sticking up with me.
@writersnetwork @mirakee #pod @divokost @wallfl0werHungry Earth
And when my letter returns with sweaty fingerprints,
When I have found my love,
I'll take his hand and into the space,
And I'll point with a shivering finger,
"See there, this is the hungry earth,
This is the living proof of everything that has ever been,
This is where children grow up to be stories or storytellers,
This is the battlefield where mothers sing,
That is where women bleed, where men weep,
Where a child asks to be held,
That is where lovesick youths fuck in dark libraries,
This is the hungry earth,
This is every kiss, every bed, every drop of sweat and seed,
This is the birthright of the unborn,
And the legacy of the undead,
That is the home of music,
This is concrete, blood and hope,
And look how damn well it stands,
This is the hungry earth,
Home of gold and girls, of boys and marble,
Of bleeding legs and torn lips,
Of pearl leaf crowns and gutter dust,
This is my storm ridden cradle,
And this is where I grew up,
And this is where I have had my heart spat on.
where my friends lifted me on their shoulders,
This is the hungry earth,
The home to every living song,
Brink of all known history,
My mother's dowry,
The patrimony in my lap,
And I've decided to share it with You.
Of all who live and all who will,
I have chosen You.
This is where the sirens shut up,
This is where the searchlights go to sleep,
This is the hungry earth,
And honey,
We are home."
©samarlexis -
©inara__
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inara__
1w
Read More“Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without.”
#perfection
A rant, bleh. ��~Perfectly Imperfect~
Carrying the farcical smile,
walking in pessimistic quarters,
Miles of question marks surround your intellect. No?
Your mind craves for gratification
and perfection. Ain't it?
Do you find anything perfect?
Do you find tranquillity? No?
Cause anything as such doesn't even exists.
Are you perfect? You can be the best but "perfect"?
No, not in grades, looks or race.
Are you a perfect human with humanity? Eh
Oh wait. Are you even perfect at your sins?
©chaheti_rathore -
inara__
1w
Read More
Used both of your lines and wrote some- TsjebxsbsbwoabvzbdrRASH.
Eh! Thank you.
@wallfl0wer @jerry_21
#question~A Vagabond Paradox~
Walking on the vacant road
solely, I looked up,
up at the sky,
the night sky looked like
tapestry of diamonds,
fireflies all around,
It felt like selcouth heaven.
A deemed opulent urge to
screech out every abstraction
in the ether transpired.
But what if anyone
heard my secrets?
What if they tried to
ascertain my hassles?
Even my timid shadow
was enough to petrify the vivacity.
I clammed up to the demurred night skies,
and went to my abode.
Abode which was just
having a-bod that was,
solivagant me.
After disguising the sleep,
I went to the arms of dawn.
The melancholic aurora implored me
to whisper the skeleton in the closet.
But my psyche knew,
you live in a world in which
you can buy bottled emotions.
So again, I just clammed up
with the morn sky and continued
strolling like a lone wolf.
Cause what if the living corpses
cast an evil sight at my
dead fortes?
©chaheti_rathore -
felix__anima
1w
Read MoreAn Unusual Bird
(a misfit)
I ain't a wayfarer
I carry wings on my back,
not of a kind you'd see around
I am an unusual bird.
I am an elysian creation of god
painted in sanguine pearl white,
with my head held high
I wear a blond crystal crown.
I am a misfit
in a croud with groups of alikes,
few remain in their lost essence
few leave a lacuna behind.
I practice alone,
at times I break my bones,
I stitch my own wounds
I heal to be better than the one you've known.
Sluggishly I raise my hands
as If I were casting spells,
Sketching figures in clouds
spread wide in cerulean sky.
Gathering lost courage
and moving a step ahead,
widely stretching my wings
covered in feathers big and small
I fly I fly
I fly high in sky
far away from chaos
fluttering my wings I fly.
Touching the sky far beyond
fluttering my wings I fly
I am an unusual bird
I fly high in sky.
©Aayushi
Idk If this makes much sense, scribbling after a long time (._.)
picture credits to the rightful owner #picturec @writersbay #writersbay.
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दिल ना'शाद पड़ा है तुर्बत में, ज़ंग कामिल ख़राब कर'के
तलवारें जो कट चुकीं हैं, साकी उन्हें म्यान में रक्खा जाए!
- वंदिता
