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  • alkamarottickal 11w

    Hey dear Mirakeans ��This is a modest entry piece for the amazing challenge hosted by Madam Carolyn���� @_luvnotz_outpost. Hope you will all give it a kind read�� @bluepuppy01 @whentherainfalls @tomorrow_is_amazing @writersnetwork #mirakee #cees_cw_chall #innervoice


    That intramural verve which goes unheeded,
    The vigour that sometimes spurs out,
    The holler coming deep from your cavernous pit,
    The marked smiles that adorn your face at times.

    The call from the wild is but a call from within,
    The frenzy and the reverie that haunts your day,
    Now that could be the whistle of a bamboo pole,
    Or the ink that drips down from your pen.

    Could be the zephyr on a laborious mountain top,
    Or the first squiz of a flower you newly reared,
    Or the echoes of your words resonating out,
    The waltz tracing your symphony and throb.

    Your call is your look-in to make a difference,
    The tiara on your self, the sparkle unique
    Decipher your call and heed to the Wild,
    Let down your tresses and make the World cheer.
    ©alkamarottickal

    Image credited to the rightful owner.

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    Your call is your look-in to make a difference,
    The tiara on your self, the sparkle unique
    Decipher your call and heed to the Wild,
    Let down your tresses and make the World cheer.
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 12w

    Hello everyone ��This is a very humble piece penned in happy response to the lovely challenge hosted by Carolyn ma'am ����. Hope you will all give it a kind read��. #cees_soj_chall @sumana_chakraborty @bluepuppy01 @whentherainfalls @tomorrow_is_amazing #sojourn #sojourner

    Thank you for that very kind repost❣️�� @writersnetwork I am so overwhelmed ����

    Before the daybreak and the adieu of the moon,
    While I snuggled cosy against my engirdled petals rosy,
    There came with a swish of fragrance,
    Some plump guest suddenly uninvited.

    I flinched as I discerned a presentiment anew,
    Of someone gliding upon my petal door,
    With eyes wide open and arms outstretched,
    I peeped out to check upon the bold intruder.

    There he was, a glistening bead sparkling,
    With a crystal head and perched calm upon my step.
    He smiled in glitters that enticed me outright,
    I stood stunned by his aura of perfection embodied.

    Then came the Sun with his newest morning rays,
    I looked at my bae now flaunting his rainbow hues,
    And my heart just skipped a beat or two,
    I made up my mind to trust in Love and its wont.

    Alas! As the Sun grew stronger and the day brighter,
    He waned bit by bit and all at once,
    Swoosh, he was gone leaving no mark behind,
    Sojourner? Was he just a Nomad?
    Oh Sun, tell me, where now is my Love hidden?
    ©alkamarottickal

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    Before the daybreak and the adieu of the moon,
    While I snuggled cosy against my engirdled petals rosy,
    There came with a swish of fragrance,
    Some plump guest suddenly uninvited.

    I flinched as I discerned a presentiment anew,
    Of someone gliding upon my petal door,
    With eyes wide open and arms outstretched,
    I peeped out to check upon the bold intruder.
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 20w

    That is a humble come back post I penned��. Thank you for your affection @cees_outpost ma'am �� @sumana_chakraborty @bluepuppy01 @tomorrow_is_amazing ����

    This is for the entry to the Flowers Challenge @mirakee �� I have chosen the Rose which symbolises love and passion when coloured Red❤️ and admiration and respect when hued pink����Hope you will all like it. Happy reading �� #writingcontest #creativearena


    Bustling sounded the backstage,
    Noise gobbling up the air,
    I wished I could sneak out,
    To join you by your chair.

    Restless my heart kept pumping,
    Aching I thought it would be jumping,
    Until I saw a flower with beauty resting,
    As if for me to grab it up smiling.

    The petals seemed soft like your lips fluffy,
    I touched them again with fingers quivering,
    Taking the pen out, on it did I spell my love,
    To offer you wholeheartedly life that I call mine.

    Startled was I to see you holding it,
    A rose all too pinky for the red that drops from mine,
    What else could couple with love but respect,
    What else for my red than your pink.
    ©alkamarottickal

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    The petals seemed soft like your lips fluffy,
    I touched them again with fingers quivering,
    Taking the pen out, on it did I spell my love,
    To offer you wholeheartedly life that I call mine.
    ©alkamarottickal

    (Please Read the Caption for the poem)

  • alkamarottickal 87w

    That was a beautiful word���� prompt #grass @mirakee and I totally loved penning it down��. Hope you will all give this humble piece here a read���� @iammusaafiir #laughing_soul #ceesreposts @love_poet @tomorrow_is_amazing @bluepuppy01 @whentherainfalls @sley_writes @sumana_chakraborty


    Your bare sole gets purified in the dew,
    Stuck around the edges of their stalks small,
    A few succumbing down with pleasure under pressure,
    And a few peeping out from between your toes.

    It tickles your skin into multiple sensations,
    Caressing you carefully with the 'natural' love,
    Readily sending notes of freshness from toe to top,
    It enthralls you into an emotion hitherto unknown.

    The foot remembers the intimacy for long,
    The comfort of its tight grip,
    The wetness of the soft kiss,
    And the sublimity of the nature's lap.
    ©alkamarottickal

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    Nature's Green Mat

    It tickles your skin into multiple sensations,
    Caressing you carefully with the 'natural' love,
    Readily sending notes of freshness from toe to top,
    It enthralls you into an emotion hitherto unknown.

    (Read Caption for Full Poem)
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 93w

    That was one great challenge from a very sweet mirakean #laughing_soul ����. Totally enjoyed penning this down. Hope you will all like this modest piece�� @bluepuppy01 @sumana_chakraborty @whentherainfalls @iammusaafiir @love_poet @tomorrow_is_amazing @shegram #ceesreposts #emergewriter_LS_ch @mirakee


    You will emerge as a writer,
    The day it dawns upon you like spring,
    That you are a different creed altogether,
    And a being with replaced realities and magic.

    You will know how people can become poetry,
    Or how daily settings become plots for a play,
    How imagery piles up like books or laundry,
    Waiting to be read or washed fresh, with a pen

    You will emerge as a writer,
    When you start hearing the animals' tongue,
    Or finding castles beneath the plant roots,
    And mapping parrots back to nests at dusk.

    You will emerge as a writer,
    The day words will flow out of your mind,
    Like honey out of combs or blood from cuts,
    Naturally and with strength,
    To relieve your sparkling self.
    ©alkamarottickal

    Image credited to the rightful owner��

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    You will emerge as a writer,
    The day words will flow out of your mind,
    Like honey out of combs or blood from cuts,
    Naturally and with strength,
    To relieve your sparkling self.
    ©alkamarottickal

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  • alkamarottickal 93w

    Hellooo mirakeans....!!

    The WINNER for the challenge is ��...any guesses???��
    Wuuhuu...let's see...

    The winner's medal��goes to that amazing writer @shegram whose words did carry magic��peppered with brilliance and originality�� which will haunt the readers for days��
    ������Enjoy the treat����

    Love and kudos to all the other participants���� @aivsairandhri
    @a_sentimental_being
    @a_raindrop
    @sapna
    @young_blood


    CHALLENGE CLOSED

    Heyy everyone��. Today I have come up with my very first image prompt challenge��. Please feel free to participate in this and may be I shall also pick out a few sparkling winners�� for the same��

    RULES ����
    ��Write a poem or a short story. (English / Malayalam)
    ��It MUST be related to the image given (for sure).
    ��One entry per person��
    ��Tag your entry using #alkaml_1
    ��Your deadline coincides with "1d" appearing on the right hand corner of the post��

    Now go on����and take your pen�� @whentherainfalls @bluepuppy01 @laughing_soul
    #ceesreposts #NoticeMeDaki

    Image credited to the respective owner����

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    Challenge Closed

    Read the caption to know the winner✌
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 93w

    Heyy everyone��. Today I have come up with my very first image prompt challenge��. Please feel free to participate in this and may be I shall also pick out a few sparkling winners�� for the same��

    RULES ����
    ��Write a poem or a short story. (English / Malayalam)
    ��It MUST be related to the image given (for sure).
    ��One entry per person��
    ��Tag your entry using #alkaml_1 or @alkamarottickal
    ��Your deadline coincides with "1d" appearing on the right hand corner of the post��

    Now go on����and take your pen�� @whentherainfalls @bluepuppy01 @sley_writes @sapna @laughing_soul @iammusaafiir @sumana_chakraborty @loafer @love_poet
    #ceesreposts #NoticeMeDaki

    Image credited to the respective owner����

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    CHALLENGE CLOSED
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 95w

    @writerstolli That was one lovely word��for the day. I enjoyed penning it down��. Hope you will all give this modest piece here, a read♥��. @iammusaafiir @laughing_soul @love_poet @tomorrow_is_amazing @bluepuppy01 @whentherainfalls @sumana_chakraborty #connoisseur_wt #ceesreposts #aduttaread


    The crests and troughs of her life,
    Hilly, huge and insurmountable at times,
    Deep and swing-like, easy to move otherwise,
    She had separate tools handy for both.

    Success didn't succumb her ego,
    Neither did the falls kill her spirit,
    She knew how to grasp rivalling emotions,
    She had separate tools handy for both.

    Never was she addicted to the sudden riches,
    Neither did a prolonged delay harass her ever,
    She had a mind composed and clear,
    She had separate tools handy for both.

    Yes, she was the connoisseur of life,
    She was an aesthete at the art of living,
    She balanced and handled people and things,
    Coz she had separate tools handy for both.
    ©alkamarottickal

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    Yes, she was the connoisseur of life,
    She was an aesthete at the art of living,
    She balanced and handled people and things,
    Coz she had separate tools handy for both.
    ©alkamarottickal

    (Read Caption for the poem please)

  • alkamarottickal 96w

    That was one great perspective challenge hosted by Miss Blue @cyan_rose. I thoroughly enjoyed writing this��. I hope you will all participate and give my humble piece here, a read��
    This is from the pov of a statue��, as you can see. I have driven myself a bit specific here, by choosing a garden fairy's statue��
    @laughing_soul @iammusaafiir @tomorrow_is_amazing @love_poet @whentherainfalls @bluepuppy01 @sley_writes #ceesreposts #blue_pov_27 #aduttaread #NoticeMeDaki


    Can you hear me, my love?
    For I keep playing for you-magical tunes,
    Through the love-perforated reed of mine,
    From dawn to dusk without labour.

    Do you quite know me?
    For your one glance my way,
    Makes me a crazy elated lover,
    Each day as you come merrily,
    To nurture my floral friends here-many.

    Can you really see me?
    My leafy ivory wings spread out,
    My frond-ed empyrean frock,
    And my freshly watered curls and lashes.

    Can you feel me breathing,
    Or am I just a cold stone gathering moss?
    Come closer, O' boy, leaving your sprinkler,
    Listen to my song and kiss me alive....!!
    ©alkamarottickal

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    Can you feel me breathing,
    Or am I just a cold stone gathering moss?
    Come closer, O' boy, leaving your sprinkler,
    Listen to my song and kiss me alive....!!
    ©alkamarottickal

  • alkamarottickal 96w

    #dreambandb @sapna @iammusaafiir @laughing_soul @bluepuppy01 @whentherainfalls @tomorrow_is_amazing @love_poet #ceesreposts @mirakee


    She grew for him a rose too lovely,
    In the garth of her heart enchanted,
    With it's crimson petals and velvety touch,
    It stood delightfully robust and lively.

    His vacuity could now be filled,
    With that blossom in her garden,
    Whose thorns could now crack open,
    His beastly existence revealing
    The mystic charm within.

    That's what love really is,
    You grow for his void- floret treasures,
    To rejuvenate his parched life,
    To tell him he's a prince,
    No matter what he looks like.
    ©alkamarottickal

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    That's what love really is,
    You grow for his void- floret treasures,
    To rejuvenate his parched life,
    To tell him he's a prince,
    No matter what he looks like.
    ©alkamarottickal