I was bound Not as a sinner But as a dog, Dog whose innocence Was a crime, Crime in misery Of heinous time, I remember, Shedding my tears , Over the dead bodies Of my friends, I was caught, It was when, In a dustbin I used to hide, I was the last one, In my family left , Last alone, I was crawled here, My owner sold me, For some money, They will kill me Tomorrow, Not as a sinner But as dog For Bosintang
/A DOG WHO WAS NEVER TREATED LIKE A DOG WAS KILLED AS A DOG/
On days when evening arrives a little earlier in my soul meanwhile I see the sky sunken in sun outside with clouds shielding the land which never knew the love of the cloud, and kept ignoring, living static, preserving roots of trees in it's heart, too deep. Too deep is the cut and the color of blood is colourless, and world paid zero justice to the cut and scars and pain of this unannounced war. Blood of the land was never blood but water. Maybe, maybe- the clouds knew this untold story of the land and was sure that the phase will pass and maybe this made them keep moving, shielding the land that never looked up to understand the shadow of its lover that has some appearance too.
On days when night arrives little earlier with the plans of staying longer for the day to get more time to sleep, to rest, to breathe. I feel the day within my heart burning, burning till I scream out to trace voice of agony and pain and hatred and what comes out is nothing but a pale, dead silence, which in air gets evaporated, and welcomes the unwanted arrival of the rainfall which falls on my paper in a sound of poetry and I swear I have heard my poems shouting. I wonder why people read other's poetry and find a home in it, to live in, meanwhile my own poems disowned me. So i dwell into poems of others that's not a home.. but who cares what a home looks like when the storm is within. Anyways a storm one day shall pass.
On days when nothing feels right and you don't know how to explain and understand and make others do the same, you forget to weigh the pain because the weight of carrying it on tongue, via words, from a dead throat to blow it into ears and hearts of others is way too difficult to think even, implementing is wholly a different story. So you decide, no, you assume it's just a phase and a phase too shall pass, even though you know it doesn't pass.. it just hides sometimes in your pseudo laughter, and words, and other actions. You named it a phase to lie, lie that - this too shall pass. this too shall pass. And with every passing day you saw it becoming your own part.
--"Shruti, what makes you write sad poems?" "sadness" "oh that's something-" "something that shall always pass."
After our brief meow a few weeks ago...we are penitently illuminating the nebulous sagacities that circumambient this rostrum of regurgitated rhymes and allegorical riff-raff....
Wait wait wait.....hold on to your dictionaries....this wasn’t meant to be Prost...this is just Toe show that we are back.
Welcome to the turd episode of Toe Cup Productions and here we are trying to focus while a British voice reads out the perks of being a Sapphflower . Today’s episode is titled “Will Bill Thrill “
Here in the VIP only access area of the jungle guarded by a polygonal fox , where Dr.Bill is prescribing BETA blockers for creatures of lost lands. For those who don’t know , they are medicines that will alleviate problems of the ❤️. It reduces the number of idjit digits that will fill the empty voids with artificial intelligence aiding them.
As Dr.Bill, the veteran veterinarian who studies creatures of the Mirassic period comes over to us...we dodged heaped piles of poseurs posing with poesies and finally met the Billanthropist himself.
“Good evening Sir, you don’t need any introduction but for our new viewers sake, can you please introduce yourself ? “
“Hello everyone, I’m Dr.Bill, a paleo veterinarian who dedicated past few weeks to observe the dinosaurs of the dictionary era. The Thesauruses.”
“Whoa something just flew over our heads and it smells like rain....” I said as our cameraman focused on a cliché set of lines.
“Well that’s the Petrisaurus... it smells like rain whenever it flies above you. Also supposedly it stays in hearts of heartbroken men and women. Let’s move on. We have so much to see but can’t do it all today. So we will focus on the 3 most cliché allegorical Thesauruses: The Petrisaur, The Dandelisaur and the most cliché of them all The Zephyrosaur”
“Are these the three most common Mirassic park Thesauruses? I heard Petworkosaurus is the one who heads these phantasmagorical beings. Is it true?”
“Well you know as much as I do, they supposedly are a huge fan of Japanese anime though.”
“What would you do Dr. Bill to improve Mirassic park ? “
Stroking his imaginary beard he sighs and says “Well I don’t think there’s much to do here, since very soon all the dinosaurs get fed up and leave”
“But Sir, what about the jewellery themed club memebership for exclusive access to Dinosaur battles and artificial intelligence guidance for boosting ❤️ digits”
“Hahah, an artificial intelligence can only be as intelligent as the one who created it. Well they should know the difference between Diary and Dairy before it shows up on the pamphlet wont they? “
“That was such a cool interview , Saur,(Sir). Just made a pun . Sorry. I think our viewers have had enough of you and me. How would you like to sign off this interview ?”
“Hahah I know not to knot myself up with these puns and whooo (a Zephyrosaur just flew by) ...so I will leave you all with the following advise
Write for the right reasons and for the right people Don’t go after digits It makes you look like an idjit No intelligence other than yours can teach you how to write. Practise and as I always say
“Where there’s a Bill, there’s a pay”
Before Dr.Bill could say ba dum tss we shut off our camera as Petworkosaurus charged at us and ate Dr.Bill and our cameraman.
So until next time. Sayonara sheeple.
PS: These are puns and jokes. They are different from homonyms and homophones.
PPS: If anyone got offended please go become a Sapphflower.
I joined Miraquill in February this year. A novice, an introvert scribbling scraps. In my journey of jotting till now this app has given me immense I can't thank that much but yeah!! More than anything I owe this app for blessing me with seraphic sisters
Many ups and downs came but my sisters never left me alone and that's the only reason this journey is still on
Thank you so much to all my sisters I adore you from my heart Tried to keep the Acrostic simple but still can't make it more easy Sorry @bhavya_6
Now let's introduce my sisters It's going to be a long funny post because I want to make you laugh not emotional this time. If you wish you can skip this but for my sisters it is compulsory to read it and comment otherwise bhai will get naraaz and ask for more sweets
So here comes my sisters:
My first sister here Since we met ,she never left me till date or never let me leave
Thank you so much behena
She is sweetest and serene If you bother her anyway She'll make your day halloween
I owe you behena for being with me always
My sweet and sour sister She's the one who is more mature than me
Thank you so much chhoti for being my sister
Her chuckles feels like a pleasant voyage She's splendidly fab in answering savage
Thank you Chhoti for existing
My mature and most caring Di She's a sister with a motherly concern for me
Thank you so much Di for existing
She is mature as metaphors simple as similes When I requested her to write love she was like it's not my cup of tea
My sweetest sweetie behena too much emotional She's the sweetest soul of the Universe
Thank you so much sweetie behena for sharing your lovely moon with me
Her love poems for moon are bewitching bliss By seeing my wishes she always says ishhhhh
Ye lo smbhalo apke ko behena
My mature poetess and kaviyitri behena She's never failed to sense my emotional state by reading my posts
Thank you so much behena for caring for me even in your busiest days
She scriblles sentiments like snow on a hill Her personifying narration is like jadui quill
I am waiting for your break to be over Please come back soon
My sweet and savage Di She's the one who scolded me when I left showing her ownness to me But she left Miraquill
She's queen of poetry hueing heaven with eureka When I returned after leaving she said thappad khayega kya
I wish one day you'll return Di
@/Aqstar or Im_star_in_my_life
My cute and star behena She's the one who kept me on wait for centuries for reading her poems bcoz she doesn't pen frequently
She's a magician of masterpieces in maze of miraquill Whenever I see you my antaratma says plz uthao quill ⭐
My supportive and generous behena She's the one who uplifted my soul when we were even strangers
She's is munificent mistress of melancholic posts For knowing my reality she turned to a nautankibaaz tv host
I miss you behena Come back soon
My sweet and selenophile Dorami behena She's the one who called me Doraemon and always keep a check on my wellbeing
She's a canister of cuteness with reflection of moon Reading my posts she asks ye gazette mere ko bhi do
My affectionate and talented behena She's the one who used to give me short nicknames
She's a princess of poetry with a magical pen I miss your cuteliners ab to chhod do apni den
I miss you so much POP behena Please come back soon
My most loving and dangerous behena She's the one who shares her soul with me in such a short span
Her post're magical mayhem of metaphors she choose Whenever I deny for gifts she calls me a bhai Kanjoos
Agr kabhi chhod ke gyi to chhota sa murder kar dunga meri Jagga jasoos Me loves you chhutku
My cutest and most mature behena She's the one who always waited for me at night to talk
She's a blossing cute captivating carnation's bud Everyday I asked her aaj kya kiya ulta pulta gadbad
I miss you Nita Please come back and if you read this please reply
My cute little shayra and masterpoet behena She's the one who is with me since my start of this journey
She's a little flower of this poetical garden with a chime I want to paka her with charcha about cricket and anime
My cute and bunny behena She's the one who always comes to my post when she lands on Miraquill from moon
She's a hopping bunny with mysteris of meluha I want to say her teher jao or kha lo gajar ka halua
Please aa jao jaldi se Behena I miss you
My sophisticated and peaceful behena She's the one who always reads me and inspires me and was missing but now is back
She's a fascinating fairy of cindrella's fable I want to request you plz rang do sare papel ♀️
My sweet buddy cum sister She's the one who constantly inspires me with her writings and keep a check on me
She's a the first rain of hope of miraquill's monsoon I want you to quill a post portraying poet as baboon
My sensitive and precious pearl behena She's the one who always applauds me and make me smile
She's a personification of pearl from metaphorical seas of moon I want you to laugh and interact more for my dil ka sukoon ⚪
My daring and nocturnal behena She's the one who always gave me proposal posts in truth and dare
She's a poetic pen infused with ink of love I will just ask truth and dare post krogi kab
@/shruti_25904 My cute and pyali pyali didu She's the one entitling me with a new name
She's a serene syllables of symphonic septolet I will still waiting for you to give me totlates ☺️
Behena I adore you please come back soon after your break
I tried to include all my sisters here but if my silly mind has missed someone then please I am your bhai/bhaiya please come and fight with me why I have missed your name
I love all my sisters more than my existence
It's a special bond of love and care that we share
Keep smiling and keep expressing always
Stay happy and stay blessed
PS: The order here is shuffled. My love for you all beyond any order or limitations
Notice: Today's evening I'll post a truth and dare. I request you all to please try to join I'll feel happy