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  • _firefly 2h

    #bleh #simile @writersnetwork a ❤ for you too. Very grateful i am.

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    And just like poet's jasmine, your presence is the sweetest scent my heart yearns for.

    ©_firefly

  • _firefly 1d

    This is not a love poem but a poem about love.

    My naive, young heart,
    walked on the path of love,
    and the sun shone brighter,
    upon the chrysanthemums growing
    betwixt our proximate souls.
    My first autumn in love,
    was like an enchanting poetry,
    your head rested upon my shoulder,
    I baked joy filled cakes for you,
    and you chased me in the woods.
    I wrote poems adorning your name,
    you recited sonnets honouring our love,
    we spoke to the moon, and it's stars,
    to let our lover know how much
    we miss them while apart.
    But as the day ends at the dusk
    and night at the dawn, our love
    got smudged in those twilight shades
    roughly painted over horizon.
    The ink in my quill dried and formed
    a sedimentary stone in my throat,
    Your voice kept echoing in my ears,
    as my all my gardenias withered,
    and butterflies found a new abode,
    leaving me alone on the grave of
    fireflies flowered with all the unsent
    letters I wrote in your name.

    ~ When hearts get shattered
    and hopes don't matter,
    Everyone becomes a poet.

    _firefly

    Title inspired from a poem called this is not a love poem.

    #end #cliche @writersnetwork thank you ji ^~^ #fireflywn

    Mujhe pehle jaise likhna hai ye kya krri hu mai ;-;

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  • _firefly 2d

    Wo(Hu)man.

    /In the battlefield of households,
    She is the bravest warrior./

    Born as a daughter,
    she carries the burdens
    of outdoing her brother,
    of being obedient and gentle,
    to hold the prestige of her father's name,
    before her own self-respect and aspirations.

    Married to an unknown man,
    she hides behind the crimson veils
    of a wife's responsibility,
    her forhead embossed with sindoor,
    her wrists bound with duty of being
    a perfect housemaker.

    And soon she becomes a carrier,
    of her own daughter,
    whom she teaches to shoulder the legacy
    of womanhood, as she does,
    till her hearse arrives at the doorstep
    of her unheard dreams crushed under
    the heaviness of society's conventions.

    /A woman, is never her own self,
    She is always a man's daughter, wife or mother. /


    _firefly


    ~ But men, they never value her virtues and sacrifices. They always treat her like an object according to their own convenience.

    #metaphor #womanhood @writersnetwork

    @mellow_wings because you're the last person I talked to xD

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  • _firefly 3d

    #haynaku #wod @writersnetwork thank you so much��❤ #fireflywn

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    Poetry
    flows in
    my rumbling veins.

    Serenity
    filled sunsets
    take me home.

    Love
    lost among
    my journal's pages.

    Ink
    fading away
    into bleak abyss.

    Autumn
    smells like
    your withering smile.

    Melancholic
    melodies bring
    back painful promises.

    _firefly

  • _firefly 3d

    To badi,

    Since the day you've stepped in my life, it's completely filled with such a calm. No matter how rough my days go, talking to you makes me feel so much better. I love you di. Thank you so much (kinjal xD) for touching my life in ways you may never know. Your beauty is impeccable. Here's a futile attempt from my quill to describe your pious heart ~

    L ike the full moon, she rises in the
    O verdarkened nights, head held high.
    V eritably wise, her thoughts clear as
    E vening rain, pattering against my
    T etherd feathers, renewing them with
    H opeful bright shades drawn from
    A lluring sunsets and enchanting rainbows.
    T ightly she holds me against the storms,
    N avigating ways with the constellations
    E mbedded deep in her hazel eyes holding
    V intage scents of Shakespeare's poems
    E ngulfing poets in her aesthetic beauty.
    R avishing aura, brimming with metaphors
    F illing the seer's eyes, with serenity
    A nd their hearts with joyful peace,
    D illuting their misery and melancholia,
    E mbellishing faith in everyone's temple
    S oothingly carving tranquility in their hearts.

    _firefly

    Many more years of togetherness to come.
    Yours lovingly
    Chhoti

    @lovethatneverfades @kin_jo HAPPY BIRTHDAY ❤

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  • _firefly 4d

    To the midnight blue festooned with s(c)tars,

    Most people are prisoners of their own thoughts but whenever I look at you with a frown upon my forehead, your dim lights whoosh metaphors in my temple and I find myself floating among your greyish clouds. The poetic scents enchant my wandering heart with peace you pour upon me. You adore your bruises with a head, held higher than every atom this surface carries upon itself.

    You teach me love in its purest form ~ Patience.

    Yours admirer,
    _firefly



    #postcard #mostpeoplec #lettersbyfirefly @writersnetwork

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  • _firefly 5d

    A place bit smudged at every corner,
    as I can see through the creatures
    with flamboyant skins and symmetrical
    figures, with two eyes, ears, hands
    and legs, with one brain and heart
    filled with joys and sorrows all alike.
    The hard floors here, break every thing
    into a million pieces instead of
    bouncing it back as it happens at my home.
    Travel here happens in big bird like or
    fish like metals, sometimes also in
    a tin with four circular moving rubbers,
    emitting black vapours of smoke and
    robbing breaths from all their lungs.
    Carelessness runs along the footsteps
    walking on the black and white strips.
    And the yellow fireball shines brighter here,
    taking turns with the silver one who drags
    along itself many tiny sparks of light.
    Beauty lies hidden here, among small
    things that are ignored, like early dawn
    and the vast expanse of blue above,
    which holds us together, as the living.

    ~ they call it 'Mother' Earth and yet harm it in all the ways possible.

    _firefly // An Alien on Earth

  • _firefly 5d

    And today the record got stuck on 'likhe jo khat tujhe' again. It was exact 11:11. But no matter how many wishes I make, your footsteps will never echo in my house again. It shall always remain haunted with the shadow of your absence running around, freely, painfully, excruciatingly. Nights are overflowing with peaceful memories of our little infinity, sang down upon me by the low lit stars who watched us fall along and then fall apart. And they still watch me, trying to forget you, trying to step out of false hopes I keep weaving, trying to close my eyes as a fragile attempt to sleep. October is almost over, four years ago, I loved you for the first time and back then I didn't know what it was supposed to be and now I do, what a tragically wonderful experience it is. Love is like sinking and breathing at the same time. Love is like flying but with a high probability to fall at all times. Love is like an enchanting sunset, which eventually ends. Love is like an honour.

    ~why do my eyes always try to find your face imprinted somewhere around me, just like it is in my heart.

    _firefly

    /don't want no other shade of blue but you,
    no other sadness in the world would do
    ~hoax, T. Swift /

    #cliche @inntezaar

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  • _firefly 1w

    // A poetic mind lies on a broken couch
    emanating scents of charismatic
    metaphors and refrains, undoing all
    the sour ink spilled upon the
    walls of his weary journal. //

    The sleepless night sky lined with the
    undying stars and a faint chandelier,
    which hang in the dark void surrounded
    by the air filled with screaming silence.
    Presence of fireflies replaced with the
    amber glow of streetlights below
    the oak carved window sill.
    A few banyan trees that remain
    are to be soon replaced with
    a dozen skyscrapers inhabiting
    more human brains filled with artificiality,
    by abandoning the sweet melodies
    that nightingales and cuckoos sing
    in the holy honour of artists and
    poets, who died of starvation.
    Mortal footsteps run against the
    perennial nature and race
    against the sprinting time with
    a fragile wish to defeat them.

    // A poetic mind lies on a broken couch
    devoid of materiality and fresh oxygen
    with scarred neck and slitted wrists
    to end his painful endurance, full of
    lies and false beauty, that a metro
    city brought over his doorstep. //

    ~ Everytime a new metro track is laid, death beds of poets and artists are dug along.

    _firefly // Life in a metro city.

    @writersnetwork #wod

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  • _firefly 1w

    Her soil is pursed with the
    brightness of the dazzling
    moon and it's stars, who
    danced joyfully in darkness.

    Her soil is pursed with the
    sanctified souls, running free
    under the vast azure compiled
    with serenity and hope.

    Her soil is pursed with the
    scents of fireflies singing
    beguiling aubades of beauty
    when sun kissed the ocean.

    Her soil is pursed with the
    metaphors drawn out from
    Shakespeare's sonnets, now
    inspiring newborn poets.

    Her soil is pursed with the
    beauteous tranquility stolen from
    the sunflowers and butterflies
    who reside beneath saffron sunset.

    _firefly // An imaginary city.


    #refrain #wod @writersnetwork thank you for❤

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