____POLAROIDS____
I saw a thousand star in the sky lying on the prickly soft grass. While listening to the cricket's chorus, I gazed at the moon. Neither I was in a mellow mood nor in a melancholic one. I laid motionless on the ground humming an old song. My eyes trying to close as my body surrendering. I thought about the rusty memories which were like mere photographs. Tried to feel the warmth of that sunny day at the beach and some recognizable voices were echoing in my ears. My fingers impelled to feel the warm golden sand but to my dismay, I felt numb cold grass. The salty scent of the sea and the horizon where glee and grief meet was crystal clear in my imagination. The sound of the foaming waves and the seagulls catching their prey were soothing my innumerable agonies and leisurely made me smile and gradually my soul started to abandon my body to begin a voyage to that same beach which was preserved in my memory as an old, crumbly and yellowed polaroid.
©aesthete_novice
aesthete_novice
Computers are predictable, humans are not.
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____WHEN ALL GOES RIGHT____
When all goes right,
You got nothing to do.
No hustle, no worries,
No stress on you.
No setbacks just sit back,
On a lovely comfy couch;
Take a moment to think,
Where you've been and where you're now.
You see my friend,
You've come a long way,
Fighting the odds,
Willing to win someday.
Hopes were with you,
Even when you lost.
The fears that controlled you,
Are now the qualities that you boast.
A butterfly was a caterpillar once,
It gained it's beauty, being in a cocoon for months,
Don't suffer to be the best,
Just be better to outdo the rest.
At last you need to take a deep breath,
Steady yourself to face the next.
Challenges are like the waves of the sea,
To master them all, a stiff stone you have to be.
©aesthete_novice -
aesthete_novice 33w
____EARNEST____
Hardwork must help me win,
When talent cannot;
Like the legs of an antelope helps it to escape ,
When it's prideful antlers cannot.
Through the years I tried to fight,
But fought without the might I had;
Then learnt to leap and growl and roar,
And regained the confidence before ages I had.
Started the journey in a bumpy way ,
With trembling hands and shaky feet;
Today I am on the top of the hill,
With an intent mind filled more with dreams.
©aesthete_novice -
____THE DARK STAR EFFECT____
Heroes are praised, villains are not.Why?
Because they are condemned. Let's narrow it down to smaller aspects, good and bad folks. We are well versed with both types but feed our complex minds with the good deeds of a good man. Perhaps everyone wants to be a good person, then why the world is still like this? Now here comes the magnificent role of the villains. They were just like the good guys but something or the other changed them. The real thing with villains are that they have found the other way out to do good and they are even smarter than the superheroes. They try to do their job in a different way to bring a greater effect on the people. Villains are similar to the night sky, neither the stars nor the moon, jusr the dark sky. We might have seen the dark sky without moon and stars because they can hide behind the clouds but darkness doesn't. But surprisingly it would be weird if the stars or the moon is without the dark sky which signifies the significance of iniquity in our lives.
The most beautiful eyes have wept the most and the worst person was kindest before.
©aesthete_novice -
____THAT FACE____
I saw a bland and quiet face in the mirror;
Wonder who can it be?
I've seen that face crying often;
Wonder what she needs?
A chubby face with dark brown eyes with thin and less but beautiful hair,
But also could see the cracked lips and the darkness below her eyes.
So once I asked her, "What is it in your heart?".
"What is it which holds you to smile?".
"Tell me so I can help you,
And assist you to walk a mile."
She remained quiet and silent as dead,
Like she was thinking deep to answer,
Waiting for her answer I gazed at her lips pink but had numerous slits.
For once I forgot that I asked her questions,
She didn't spoke but raised her finger pointing at me,
I couldn't understand at first but, understood everything gradually.
The face was me and I was that face,
Lost in darkness but still had that grace;
Nothing to say now and nothing to hear,
As everything I saw on the mirror was crystal clear.
©aesthete_novice -
____WORLD THROUGH A KEYHOLE____
A keyhole can show the world's insanity,
From forbidden antiquities to modern profanity;
Several faces whose stories are painful;
Been cheated by people always being awful.
Peeping through the notch I see,
Such useful a keyhole can be.
Folks becoming pessimists,
Teens turning into narcissists;
Downfall of the nations are excessive;
As the society's mindset isn't much progressive.
Peeping through the notch I see,
Such useful a keyhole can be.
The poor is seeking redemption,
Their generations facing suppression;
Trying to heal so as to recover;
But still thr rich's misdeeds they're unable to uncover.
Peeping through the notch I see,
Such useful a keyhole can be.
Men without diligence gaining glory,
For achievement their soul is in a great hurry;
Since they know infinite shortcuts to succeed;
And reluctant to accept that their devastation is indeed.
Peeping through the notch I see,
Such useful a keyhole can be.
©aesthete_novice -
____SATISFIED WITH MYSELF____
Thought to make them the beginning of my poetry.....but ended up with writing for myself.
©aesthete_novice -
____A FRAIL YOUNG LADY____
She was the victim,
She felt the pain.
She wrote these words,
Over and over again.
Though she thought she was stronger,
Though she thought to be a warrior,
But little did she knew, she was a bird in a cage,
Staring at the twilight after every sunset.
She tried to escape the cold,
She tried to gather some warmth.
She tried to last as long,
In her battle against life.
Though she fought with all her might,
Though she sought to live again.
But little did she knew, she couldn't move,
As the realms of her past held her tight.
©aesthete_novice -
____ABSTRACT____
If feelings are regarded abstract nouns then why do people always struggle for what can't be seen or touched instead just felt?
©aesthete_novice -
aesthete_novice 93w
____KIDS IN LOVE____
We were the kids in love,
Holding hands forever.
Away from all the misconceptions,
When we were the young kids in love.
Time flew so swiftly,
That we didn't even realise we became grownups kids,
Holding hands wasn't enough now,
But instead trying to explore each other,
When we were the kids in love.
Our love seemed endless like the horizon. Never really over,
But now we were more pressurised to be something better,
Conversations became short and we started letting each other go,
But it was fun thinking about the things we did
When we were the kids in love.
Every story has an end, so does this,
Love turned into malice this time,
Pretending to be strangers.
Never thought something would happen so worse,
When we were the kids in love.
©aesthete_novice
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gbemileke 14w
Many times I try
with utmost moderation,
But when on those reins,
I just can't stop. -
toobakhan 25w
to all the ecstacies in my body
who have a place deep within
my soul aches for;
hey, buddy if you're really reading this,
I'm doing a kinda-sorta experiment,
I really wanna see how many people goes past a post
Without reading it, an leaves a like,
I know the answer is many,
But how many???
P.s the first three liines was just some start
If you've read it till here,
leave a dot (.) in the comment section
I really wanna check.
©toobakhan -
things I want to ask his girlfriend
1. do u love him?
2. did he ever tell you that he's afraid of heights? and he feels nauseous when he looks down from a tall building
3. what does his kiss tastes like to you? promises? love? affection? like what? tell me
4. which song is it that he makes you listen to over the call, when he misses you?
5. do you love him?
6. how many time does he tells you that he loves you in a day? does he writes on paper for you to read afterwards too?
7. do you know about the last time he cried?
8. do you love him? like I did?
©toobakhan -
Our World
I may live in this world where your existence is unknown
But I feel alive when I'm with you in our world
I may feel ephemeral content in this world with everybody
But I feel eternal happiness when it's just us in our world
I may feel that sometimes solitude is necessary in this world
But I feel like only your presence is sufficient for me in our world
I may feel like I'm loosing my grip on reality in this world
But I feel courageous as you always stand by me in our world
©the_confused_nerd -
And when I try to swallow whatever happiness life feeds me with,
the shards of my broken heart rip them into nothingness.
©cigarettesandstardust_ -
zokes16 19w
Unleash
My mind is a chaos
With nightmares and dreams within
Paintings my nightmares to smile
And dreams to silence
I walk a path with sheer regret
With what my fate brings in...
Though now I command it
Command it to reveal
The unrevealed beauty within
As no one knows the line between
Who I am and who I will be
So to the agony now I command
Unleash the porcelain and bleed....
©zokes16 -
ehmee_ 21w
Your name escapes my lips in solitude
as every dawn I wake up to dampen pillows
thinking of a world where our "happily ever after"
can live, so out of your remains
I created a universe, parallel and strong
where we meander about hand in hand till eternity.
Where I find you loving me in ways unseen
I feel you touching me in ways unknown,
Where I see you stick to me for
all dark days and terrible nights,
Where I can love you for lengths and
buy myself sometimes before kissed goodbye.
May be there you can just be mine
unlike all other times and for the longest time already I have been holding on to you.
and does it choke, that I keep you captive
In my mind ? May be it does.
Or is it just me?
Who looks for traces of you in places we went,
In things we did, in moments we had
And in all those memories that we shared.
And aren't goodbyes meant for closure?
Or we gotta save it for some other time?
So much you left for me for dwell upon,
So much you broke and never cared
But I dare not to tell you
how much it hurts that to watch you
leave feeling numb and weak on my knees.
In a world of make-believe
may be I wanted you to be all real.
I wanted my fairytale to last of all the things.
The price you made me pay
For choosing you over everything,
Was just not fair enough, I think days, Straight in a row rebuffed to love and care are the ones I long.
Things left undone and words unspoken,
are the most beautiful and
holds the magic of forever and ever.
In the other world where we meet,
Your touch so mild and mellow I seek,
That could linger on me long after you are gone.
Our lips packed under the brightest star gently,
You pull me close,
your hands all over my maiden lands.
You raided the territory I treasured for long.
winds in the back sending chills down my spin,
there we stand frozen in time like starry-eyed romantics and some old track on repeat.
There and then perceived only you can be the symphony to the humdrum of my life,
the calm to my soul, the sea to my thirst
and shall penetrate to my quintessence.
My body for the only time belonged to
where it should have and that is when,
my psyche couldn't refute no more your lips against mine as as one in millennium thing
and all I wanted to be my last first kiss.
©ehmee_
#selfmusing
@abhi_mishra_ @harish8588 @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworldMY LAST FIRST KISS
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Corpse taking flows.
Tired river
Sun's orange draped;
Your white eyes teary, flicker,
With red and green underneath.
Your waves become abstract
Perceptions of Sun's descent,
No space for the purple clouds
In their morphing flow transient.
Man's masonry in mossy form
Tampering your seaward norm,
Centuries of architecture dropping
Into your silt-clay heart unstopping.
Their metal nests pile onto your shores
And impose their boundaries and roads,
And undying priests bring their dead
To give to your choking, dying cares.
And their cutting boats split you so,
Their crumbling bricks resist you so;
Your happy marshlands now docks,
Your scenic hinterlands now gone.
Left to you only their imposing bridges,
Their dooming dams and their refuse;
And their cruel, unthinking, abusing love.
Too much they take, helpless children lost.
©trippy_potato -
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thousand_splendid_thoughts 26w
@raika put forward the question which has emerged and died a million times in the heart of many. I felt like putting this here in front of you all too.
'How to not feel you are replaceable'
(A raw one)
The thought of 'one being replaceable' is the one which has been bugging me a lot since the time I saw my close ones side me into the container of 'no more important'.
I have myself cried nights thinking that my place can be shifted. The importance one gives to me can be given similarly with the same intensity to someone else. But then I thought that you can never be replaced, it's your role in their life which gets diluted. Sometimes this line which I said doesn't occur like reality because when you see that particular person giving the same amount of importance and the same things they did for you, for someone else you will doubt the 'diluting point'.
First of all, you have to make peace with the fact that everyone in this universe has their links with it. For being replaceable someone has to be totally like you. But the point to understand is that no one can be 100% similar to you. From the way you drink your coffee to the way, you adjust your thoughts. The little things make you irreplaceable.
Second of all, the effect you have on someone or something can never be similar. I can have two important people in my life to whom I always listen to but the way I take in the effect their talks leave on me would still be different. Again little things matter.
Last, of all, take this upon you only. The important people you have in your life would build up a place in your heart where anyone else's presence would never fit. Even if you get to know people which appear similar to them but their presence or absence in you would be something which can't be filled up by someone else.
You are irreplaceable in this universe.
The mark you leave on something or someone could never fit with the mark someone else will leave on that particular thing or person.
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