Etymology in homo sapiens world ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Words are the most powerful criteria in human world.They have ability to destroy and to develop ones life.Words spread Faster than the Speed of light .words are combine in pessimistic and optimistic streams as follows: taunts, backbiting ,wise words, motivational speeches etc.But the most Crucial form is : when one criticise others decision in a negative way without understanding the situation of the person. We human share different life different situations different phobias but we all are well and good partners in criticism. What made me to write about this? Okay C'mon the trending issues in our society such as racism,suicides, murders, issues about rape victims, gender bias,egos , trust issues, depression etc aren't you think is the result of negative words evoke in peoples mind.It is at some point, But it is.We write long jottings and quotes about positivity and empowerment of human relations but we fail to contrive it in our lifes. In the world of Homo sapiens words are spells ,use it to maintain the peace not to arouse war of negativity in one's mind.we haste to explain ourselves to others but when likewise situation occurs with people We miscalculate them.Moonlight and sunlight are perpendicular Components of universe they never occur Contemperaneous, correspondingly the pessimism and wisdom too.
A thread of words is woven from my mind to my heart to stabilize the emotions that gashed my soul. And hewn fabric is printed with Kaleidoscopic scars . Each thread well tangled with each other as if my scars are playing rhythms of blue and menacing my soul. The artwork of thread Weaved the fabric likewise the scars deep dyed my soul idyllic form.
. CLEPSYDRA ********************************************************* *******Drop by drop water limping from tap. ******* Tik tik tik seconds turning into minutes. The eyes blinking 10 times per minute , the heart beating 60 to 100's of time by a minute, Every minutes succumbed equivalent to droplets of water from the tap.Now,minutes turned into days ,the leaves Moulting, 36500 nuovo human beings advent on the earth, The one who readin' this will laugh 15 times to each day.The days clenching in calendars is glided away.Days turned into months,moon revamp its four phases , seasons altering ,seed weaking as trees and so on , the cessation of 365 days turns different years with every hope of earth revolving around the sun. Wait! What did you do ? in every Second, every single minute, each day that was wheeled out,every year that dragged you closer to death? sand in hand tumbling down per minute, sunrise and sunset airing it's glamours per day ,The song of tranquility sung every year yet blood of forlorn plummet on land of time. Time is stalwart and beyond human control. Once you lose it,you losed it.Take a trip down memory lane of day when you Hatched on this Earth, from that day,from that breathe of you to now, how many opportunities you got to ameliorate your self, to lend a helping hand, to procure peace with your little actions, to love your dearest? Life is a clepsydra,it flows, you have no control over it,on the flip side the only control you got is to make *********the worth count single second of life.*********** ********************************************************
Altitudanarian(adj)-aspiring to great heights, a person who has lofty ambitions @writersnetwork@mirakee Image credits to the rightful owner. ________________________________________________________ Altitudanarian ~~~~~~~~~
Sowed me underneath the soil, " Ah! It's unlighted , I feel someone is Smothering me ". ( Sobbing) Rain drops cascading down On the ground , and travels to me Through minuscule particles Of soil and left me feeble In the dark . Occasionally , sunrays hike From the layers of soil and Made me wilt . "I need to (tensed) Reorient myself , I must Survive , but how? A L A T E ? To fly high and tear Apart everything Whelved me ". I burst out my Roots deep And D E E P It took me long period Of time and then a shoot , Sprout out of the soil , " Oh , this is the WORLD, Am I noticable here?" (Frightened) On and off people Take note of me Considered me frail And withered . Zephrs tries to plug me out of the soil . As days passes, inchmeal I Turned out to be a flower , A flower that every eye here Contemplates. "Rainfalls sunrays gales ? (Excited) You made me vigorous, You strengthen my roots, I was a seed whelve by them beneath their foot , and now they Cleped me after the lofty sun " I gaze sun everyday and Leaves silhouette behind. I'm a sunflower, An A l t i t u d a n a r i a n
I was Standin' on a mountain peak, Gazing pinkish-blue sky, Zephyr adjoining with me.
I was deserted , couldn't discover anything besides my memories.I Slam my eyes , and vivid evacation Was floating in my mind. Alike string I wore ,
I was Sewing akoya and aloha in a thread. Some times flash of remorse stab my heart, Nonetheless remembrance of my loved one's divine brings alate to my heart.One Behind the other, analogous to pearls in the string ,
I was recollecting bewitching days of my life,
I was Smiling from ear to ear.Concurrently , beam of forlorn crossing my mind, but yet I wasn't woeful. Cause , the most delightful Edge of been a human is Flair of holding Memories ,
Memories of that grining faces, Memories of Songs, sung in Melancholy.I ajar my eyes and perceive Reminiscence is the Colossal string,a human can Put on. __________________________________________________________
// Eccedentesiast-one who fakes a smile Orenda-a mystical force present in every people that empowers them to effect the world. Equanimous-calm Tacenda-things better Left unsaid. Selcouth-unfamiliar rare yet marvelous. Occhiolism-the awareness of smallness of your perspective. Sonder-realization of every human has their own complex life. Apanthropinization-resignation from human concern, withdrawal from the World and it's problem.// ****************************************** A short tale of one's life as tale of a Train @writersnetwork@mirakee Image credits to the rightful owner. __________________________________________________________
Tale of a Train ----------------------- ------------------------ ------------------------- --------------------------- ----------------------------- -------------------------------- --------------------------------- ----------------------------------- ------------------------------------- It was a halcyon morning, Sunlight tumbling from one window to another Window of the train. The glass of the train Flatter into lozenge The berth of tain Fluctuate with every flow of day. Each undefined face Here, grin when eyes Glitches . Was it art of Eccedentesiast ? Want to assist Want to babble But resisted with Agowilt. I feel orenda in each and every Person in the train. But yet, I could discern No one is equanimous. Was it art of tacenda? And when train Accelerated, Pause at terminus We all woke up From hallucinations For a while, Some vacate and Some conjoin. Anew faces with Clashing stories. Was it art of selcouth? With clashing stories, With contrary psyche, And Afresh journey. Escastic ,tedious Travelling Parallel Journey. Accompanying Ruptured pieces of them. I don't know the grinning Faces and wretched Stories behind them. Yet, we yoked . Was it art of occhiolism? Kicking the heels for Destination. And reverie About Cravings, we All travelled the Same alley. Was it art of sonder? And train halt At the Terminus. I scoot with my Traps. The grinning Faces peek at me, in turn I smiled. And flit the journey Was it art of apanthropinization?
PEACE °°°°°°°°° And when the clock overturned The nelipot foot walks the trail of every lost, Loss of dignity , Loss of entity. The souls abditories into a hallow noosphere. The noosphere is a point to point variation of beings on the earth. Commencing from skin coloring , the black people and the white; dress length, rapes of underaged ; gender bias ; moneyed and beggarly ; vernacular bias ; redundant and recurit and on and on undeniably there isn't end to it. The soul abandoned into Mulligrub. When the world clamouring for peace, the abandoned-souls will howling of prejudice in their sepulchre. Amass of voice hitting together: "I can't breathe" "please! Let me go to my home" "I'm capable of it please don't dumb me" "I work for my family please don't take my job away" "I can't speak your tongue but I know my tongue very well" . When zoilist of earth shut their murky mind And eunoia is raised all over in minds . Biases trampled and plummet on the ground. Haply the aboandoned soul perceive the peace.
2am , one of Winter night in her 15 year of life . She woke up from fascination Azure walls of rooms A bedsheet of dotted scars And a pillowcase of devastation Moon peeping From the balcony Lighting the room till dome Curtains swaying on the melody of winds Red and yellow curtains of the society Silver dream catcher tingling around A tree of saucer magnolia Leaning towards the balcony Leaving the whole room odourize with it. Shadow of tree set foot in the room, Biasing the room Black and white She put her amber feet on ground Everyone was in deep sleep of hallucination Hush descended over the room She can only hear melody of winds She trudge herself towards balcony. As she came closer Moved the muzzled curtains slowly
N O U V E A U
Moved the muzzled curtains slowly Her beady eyes contemplate It was mesmerizing view. An angel from the moon appeared Showering bloom and barb all over the houses She can hear howl and shriek simultaneously She Bolt from the blue when angel came to her , And handed her a letter, without uttering a word She took it , and read out loud :
" Granted you 15 years of life To Learn and teach To love and peace For chortle and sob For triumph and defeat From day to night From land to water From non human species To trees, stars , sun and the moon But greater of all is the time, But the time collapsed. No time for ciao And au revoir to your dearest No time for apols and assists."
She saw the angel and the colourful ship with him, She sat without reluctance Her hands was trembling But she was ready to taste the fruit Of the seed she bowed in her room.
//Comparison Room: world Balcony:final moment of one's Life Bloom and Barb:good and bad deeds Walls:sky Curtains: memories Red and yellow: symbolize fire and peace Saucer magnolia flowers: Stars Odour of Flowers: Stars light *** Death have no reason no time no age .It doesn't spare a single second to give farewell to our loved ones. All we can do is to live for the moments we have now. Image credits to the rightful owner. @mirakee@writersnetwork
Why do you think everything I write is fictional, ughh I don't care. maybe I do kindly skip, this is toooo looongggggg
Dear, crush Do you remember the welcome program? how can you forget? That day changed my life. It was the last performance of the day. Students were in a hurry to go home. Most of the people were out already very few people were there ready to listen to you. Mostly girls who were fangirling your looks. I was there bored already cause I remember your performance was messy someone was missing there on your group. Some girl's who were drooling on your looks left. I was still there with some of my friends cause I heard you guys planned on singing one direction. I was a huge fan back then.
After like eternity you finally showed off with some others guys on the stage holding mic with your left hand. I was glued on your eyes you were much more than a rumour I heard about you. Rumours didn't do justice to your face. You didn't see me disappointment smacks roughly. I heard the claps of people which bought me out of my god damn thoughts. When you finally start singing I was dumbstruck not because of your voice but the song (best song ever) title suits my conditions flawlessly. I screamed so freaking loud due to less crowd I snatched your attention anyway. You smiled at me. gosh, Ignorant freak, Greek God of our school was looking at me. You whisper thank you. I was half-dead already. I have heard about you a lot before. My friend said you were an arrogant jerk who doesn't give a damn about girls. I never really cared but I was so freaking curious wanted to see how you look at least for once. If only I knew I would have this argue to look you again and again after that incidents .
Do you remember the day when you sent me a friend request? To say I was surprised was big underestimate.I literally fell down from the sofa screaming your name. My mom came in a hurry what happened to you written all over her scared face clearly. She yelled at me for crying out so loudly but for the first time, I was enjoying her lecture. I remember your first text after seeing it I thrashed my phone God knows why. 'Your smile kills' I imagined you saying it like thousand times with your perfect lips. that day I saw mirrors for so long. I could see your smiling face reflecting on mine .Mirror lies. Facebook happens to be my favourite app at that time cause you were there waiting for me. It was not just an app but a feeling and emotion. Now, it's like a toxic liquor ready to succumb me.
Do you still listen to November rain? The day you asked me to listen to guns n roses. I start liking you, even more, cause their song resemble your presence. Now, I don't listen to them it reminds me of you, the amount of grief it stunned the hell out of me I can't evn endure.
Do you remember the exam hall? Hell, you must, I never liked the exam but that day it was different. I was about to see you from close. Luckily, We were in the same class. I was already so freaking nervous and then you came out of the blue saying hi. I repeated that hi many times inside my head but I was out of utterance abruptly. My shyness won. Half of my face was covered with my hair. I don't wanna show you my blushing cheeks. I could see the embarrassment on your beautiful face and your friend teasing you shamelessly that gave me some kinda satisfaction.
Do you remember the corridor? It was our place where we used to glance at each other until the canteen bells ring. No one willing to lose the staring competition but most of the time you won. That lost was the lost of amusement. You were too good perfectly perfect at everything.
Do you still remember me? I remember everything it gives me chills every time I think of it. The day you left school breaking my heart without actually giving it. I cried a thousand times chanting, why? I didn't talk with anyone for days. After some days you texted me it was worst than you leaving school. It was too difficult for me to even to handle things. No amount of guts could make me ask you. You eventually left Facebook, insta, twitter and all the social media. I never asked anything about you to anyone. I heard from my friends you lost contact with everyone. Even tho we studied the same school for a year, your house is only 20km away from mine. I literally know nothing about you. Where in the world are you? Why do all the special people disappear from my life like it's mandatory, why?
crop tops harm nobody.
~not my responsibility by queen billie eillish~
you have opinions
about my opinions
about my clothes
about my body
some people hate what I wear
some people praise it
some people use it to shame others
some people use it to shame me
but I feel you watching
and nothing I do goes unseen
so while I feel your stares
or your sigh of relief
if I lived by them
I’d never be able to move
would you like me to be smaller?
would you like me to be quiet?
do my shoulders provoke you?
does my chest?
am I my stomach?
the body I was born with
is it not what you wanted?
if I wear what is comfortable
I am not a woman
if I shed the layers
I’m a slut
though you’ve never seen my body
you still judge it
and judge me for it
we make assumptions about people
based on their size
we decide who they are
we decide what they’re worth
if I wear more
if I wear less
who decides what that makes me?
what that means?
is my value based only on your perception?
or is your opinion of me
not my responsibility
[thought that this fits perfectly (= ]
L O V E
was just like all other words stacked up in the dictionary of my 'least used' words. Yeah it was a foreigner in my land of pale, black dreams where
P A I N , S T I N G , A G O N Y and A C H E;
reigned in all good humor.
But that December night, when the zephyr crossed by me and I tried a glance at the rainbow;
I SAW YOU; yes you...! 'Feelings' took a little flight over the heinous cloud formation over my rotten conscience. I've never dealt with an an emotional change so profound. I was a psychopath but that twilight with its gentle breeze plucked out my plumes of death and dark.
Oh!! Girl, you unchained those tiny lights in me. And that's when I knew you would be defining those "8 LETTERS" for me.
Thankyou @_rainfrost_ for this challenge. I hope I did justice to your beautiful line. I know this is weird but bear with this :)
If love were a moor, I can tell ours would have homed wildest of the weeds. Finding the bleak solitude in the moor that is hidden within those mourning weeds. Some secrets. Some mysteries. It is so vast and barren that even sanguine showers couldn't bring the coy spring.
The plants of love that I had sown never sprouted, except those useless weeds that pricked me for staying in that smiling moor for so long. The plants appeared languishing, maybe because they were dormant enough to grow. I was the only person to care about that heath waiting for the elixir that would come along with the love that I yearned for years.
The horizon hides you and night sings to me. The moon lied to me and stars sprinkled their dust as last hopes. I created a mosiac of your picture using the weeds just to feel your presence around. I never cried because the blanket of stars promised me with shy hopes. Maybe he is not vulnerable to express and transform those dull and dank weeds to colourful and scented flowers.
Those amorphous metaphors had already decided the direction and the destiny. The nightmarishly, russet weeds will turn to the pure ambrosial dandelions that will sore the cotton clouds with the passion of love. The barren and weary moors will be smiling in tangerine hue and shining with amaranth that include love-lies-bleeding. The trail to this moorland will be all calamine indicating the confession of love.
Lost among those royal purple weeds, securing the emerald weeds into a bouquet, I wait for his smile.