You're in love when a single gaze shiver down your spine and the goosebumps on your skin gets written in braille, that none is sought to understand but your blind heart does and a single touch freeze your soul & lets your heart melt.
You're in love when you start drinking promises in a wine glass and your teary eyes start dreaming about lighting warmth in winters that keeps love aflame, you both lick each others wounds with chapped lips to put healing in a winsome frame.
You're in love when the beats on your heart flows like rivers along valleys which are afraid to kiss the ocean yet, there's a longing for the language from which two tongues are set apart like the scriptures of destiny engraved on our palms and foreheads.
You're in love when you don't pluck roses but grow them in between your smiles so that each time you both press lips a rose could bloom making you chant a prayer for your beloved, and you walk like an incomplete poetry awaiting for a perfect end to grasp those fingers while tracing back lovelorn sonnets of Shakespeare.
I'm afraid to put #love in words because it has no bounds.
I have been growing hope in your backyard, to raise unsaid fantasies from your invisible cloak, not to let them wither into hallucinating nightmares this time, but to bloom them into clovers of freshly scented dreams flourishing betwixt eyes impregnated of sateen.
I have been painting hope on the sky, for days when our hearts like paper planes crash and sink into another caramel mead. So that clouds draw wings on them of each fallen leaf to let our love fly as the splintered scarlet dewdrops settle over some bosky weeds.
At fussed morning when dawn breaks, a bird flies, flutters its wings and by evening a flight she takes. At the end of night when dawn breaks, no rooster flaps treason, maybe patriarchy is yet to lay its feet on sky. Soon a flight she takes and another dawn breaks.
When the years blow and the folklores are pinned under dense canopy, traditions are drifting yet kept for singing songs of revolutionary melody. On the trapped streets, she ignites reigning and freed bars for a change. On the caged horizons, she keeps flying and break limits for another change.
It's my nineteenth October an epoch spent over aeons by me: a teenage girl who may look ordinary but in the most rational way, a vintage soul mismatched with this colourful world, rejuvenating overseas.
Thousand times in a mirror, thousand times on azure lake, I've convoluted chaos and insanity that lurks to storm up.
A child of June - I am, no the flora of all seasons, but deep within I'm raining ephemeral tears unlike the cascade dripping eternally, every year.
Autumn may live, trees may stand but I was the maple leaf odd one out always, I'm still, which won't resurrect unlike the drowning sun over horizon.
Moon, being naked, will prevail but I'll be scratched to reality even if I'm layered with synthetic of enduring and pragmatic wars.
From pristine bliss of childhood to hardcore pastels of adulthood, from one season to another, there's a beauty in change that smells for one more decade.
Our lives are transient like those wretched minds falsifying faith in poets while abandoning the epiphany of poetries but our existence is abstract the way nature transpire it's virtues and significance for centuries.
Society never fails to abuse pretty reckless behaviour of her heels, never fails to deliver advices—longer than the length of her kurti but certainly fails to hold discussions over the front page article about her success story.
Silence is peaceful and harmful. Some days, it cleans the filthy mindset and some days, forms a noose 'round successive frustrations, bringing the best out of one, digging the worst out of another.
A PEN TO PEN TALK (Writersblock+Journey) -------------------------------------------------------------------- (Here presenting the 2nd part of ptpt) Heyya Miraquilleans, Hope you all are doing well. A warm round of applause to these benignant souls for mizzling their acumen acuity of sagacity on us. •-•-• @/soulfulstirrings "No journey begins without a reason there's a path that unfolds right infront of our eyes in each phase of our lives and that's what decides who we eventually become." Writing is a journey to self discovery like any other form of art one may choose to pursue.I have always felt that there's not a medium stronger than words for they can reach the darkest of depths and illuminate one's mind. My journey here on mirakee has been one of the most enriching experi ences of my life. I started out shakily two and a half years ago, apprehensive about my words and my poems but thanks to the constant support, encouragement from my fellow writers I learnt so much my vocabulary improved and soon I found my niche in the way I wrote my poems. A big thank you to all the wonderful talented writers of Mirakee.To all the newcomers, please don't get disheartened incase you feel your work isn't reaching more people just keep inking consistently. If you tag other writers do be kind enough to read their work too.We all should work together towards making mirakee a beautiful place.Gratitude goes a long way concentrate on reading as well as writing. It will help you improve your vocab and if ever you feel you need help reach out. I have witnessed such amazing poets always being hands on to help others here.Writers block is just a phase we all go through.. let it not hinder you from picking up your pen to write. I take a break when I feel that my words are waning and then get back to writing after a while.Mirakee is home to amazing talent under one roof. I feel proud to be a part of a place that has helped me evolve. Lots of love and blessings to all. Keep inking and shining. ••• @/love_whispererr 1- Vocabulary is important, your rich vocabulary gives a different dimension to your write-up but trying to increase the toughness, sometimes write-up becomes direction less. Sometimes simplicity gives the poetry a new and refreshing look. Try to understand the direction of your words where you want them to go and you should live with those words to turn them into metaphors. 2- Don't push yourself so hard. A post which is your best that you think and it comes from your heart, may get a few likes or reposts. But it doesn't mean that the post is not good or anything or you have to delete it. Leave it as they're. Feel happy to read the poem again and again. Don't delete or don't feel bad. ••• @/kin_jo , @/lovethatneverfades There is an incessant suffocation running through the mind, the character you want to write about are hungrily awaiting to get unfurl in your plots and subplots but the words seems short to sort out the actual chaos inside you and you feel numb, frustrated to write down the intricate details, meticulously describe the beautiful chaos. This is what we decribe as writers block, a lump in a throat. But patience let time pass , let the characters play a havoc in your head. I would say wait till the time they start to dance happily and play along with your mind tunes. Every writing shouldn't be just to appeal others . Writing should be for self. Be it two lines or couple words they should be to enchant our own mind. An art should be your own therapy and not just to glorify your worth. Pen down short stuff, take time, sit back and relax. For a writer words flows on its own. It cannot be borrowed or exchanged, forced or subdued. It's a creation never be created before, A masterpiece of your own. ••• @/shaiz_fs Miraquill, formerly mirakee is a writing paradise for many amazing writers. Everybody here have their own style of writing. Miraquill daily gives challenges and reading the participants is a real joy. We come across many unique posts on a single word, writers take the challenge in their own style. This is how I started writing here. I remember it was in Feb 2019, I first wrote on mirakee. I met many friends and some foes too. I am grateful for both. Yes, I accept the app has flaws which the owners need to think about. We, the mirakeeans are a family. When any member of the family is being troubled by miscreants, we all should take stand. No one should be left alone.There have been instances where good writers left mirakee due to no readers and no wn or mirakee reposts. Never write for appreciation, write for your satisfaction. You will get the repost one day surely. And if any of us come across a post which is really well written but has less readers, you can tag your friends there. Never fake a read. Never repost for a repost and like for a like. Give your genuine feedback. We own our words, but not the language or format of the way we write. If someone has used our vocabulary or format of writing, it doesn't mean they plagiarized. This is what learning is all about. Always give credits to the rightful owner. People plagiarise content from other social apps and think that they acted very smart. These people are not only deceiving mirakeeans but also their own self. When you come across plagiarized posts, do report it to the respective authority. Coming to me, I don't count myself in the list of some of the amazing writers here. I am more of a reader than a writer who randomly scribbles without a specific genre. My heartful thanks to every individual who supported and encouraged me and also to the one who strive keep the title of this place "paradise" intact. . A special thanks to Carolyn madam for handling her responsibility amazingly well . ••• @/heartsease , @/the_frozen_heart I've seen many people asking about tips for writing, to be honest I never had any, I was just a messed up mind who wandered here and discovered a way to express myself. For me every person is a writer just the way of organising words differ from one mind to another. The only thing I could ask is NEVER GIVE UP SO EASILY, whether it's writing or crossing arduous situation, think that you're a butterfly and a butterfly shall always know how to fly high after breaking a tough cocoon. The most important thing is to not to stop your inspiration and reading habit. They say lohe ko loha katata hai same way I feel writer's block can be overcome by writing or it can be along observations plus imaginations. Observing nature specifically and absorbing peace do help me some times. Sometimes taking break is okay or feeling writers block just spend some time with your own self for they say, "a moon can wait whole day to be illuminated in the darkness of night, without realising about the power of light it holds throughout". When life build walls around you and leave you to wither, Miraquill is a home for salvation and hope to mend your crashed feathers. ••• @/ak_anjali_daydreamzz 1. Read as much genres as I can. Variety is the spice that lets me stay in touch with different types of writings. 2. I like to explore and hate repetition, so in writing also, I don't stick to something for long. I alternate different methods, at least I try. 3. I only write when I feel like writing, no forced writes. If I feel bored, I read more and if not I do other crafts. 4. Even though I read lots of books, and in here Mirakee too I read many writers here - i get inspired by themes and topics but I try to present it in my own way. 5. I am still not sure what my type of writing is, I just write what I feel, and it varies from time to time. ••• @/_astitva_ For me mostly I felt writer's block whenever I'm high on negative emotions it happens mostly either we feel depressed, lack of inspiration, something personal trauma or anything and it happens but what I did everytime is: 1. I never stopped reading even though I couldn't scribble. When you read different emotions you relate to them and it worked Everytime for me as a catalyst for relieving from the writer's block and put my emotions into words. 2. Expressing is first and foremost rather than thinking about how it will be when you put the last full stop. Let your heart ooze whatever it's holding and I'm sure we have oceans of emotions every second to paint the whole sky with different colours. 3. Writing is just like a stream of emotions like that of water it takes the shape of wherever it gets its path even the rocks can't stop it over a period of time it makes its passage so don't bind yourself into shackles of genres, figures of speeches ( Which I have done unknowingly ) or anything, just let yourself bloom in all dimensions of this paradise and you'll yourself see the magic hidden inside you. •••
Exploring derivations in cosmic ways Elation found in parallel frolic eyes, They yearning, tracing slight light sighs Beguiling bedsheets covered caresses, As they lay siege on blissful redolence Reiterating rosey vehemence over lips, Lush in blush mixed with tangerine twilight, Tonight fall deeper, profounder, longer Straight into branches of lovelorn peach tree, Reciting rapture once lived in first sight When her fingertip dipped into tickles, Moved across marigold gleaming cheeks Tantalising eye lashes capturing heaven, Wings twitching with tongue savouring serene Our allegations came when we felt love, They blamed alleviation from falling feelings, Often deceptive into perpetual affection Goosebumps, heartbeats, racing veins Raining reigns, rolling clouds reckon Rumination fades, alcoholic reverbs came Her embrace into galactic arms of mine Benevolence from fate felt felicity in time Come tangle our paths in winter nights, Too cosy all concurrent desires for a while Frost full foliage freely fetching some gaze, From November sunshine as we kiss Forgetting laws of time it seems Let universe explode into bouquet of hurts, I'll still bear blushing smile if i am with you Fables falsely accused pages of heartbreaks, Chaos deviated when our touch reverberates Bolide exploded, soul's sky filled in colours Skin sacrosanct, saving my sanity in hers Insanity runs, ferociously circling promises Fervent demon solicit ardent angel, As they Synchronise on bridge of truth Built with bricks to break dogmatic words Exploring derivations in cosmic ways Elation is found while love is felt
Doleful daydreams drenched in deeds Didactic phrases phenomenally placid Pale victors vehemently vying veracity Verdant marshes mostly mollifying Miraculous sapling survived severe seasons Soulful sparrow knows kindling knowledge, Kneeling in front, forbearance of love Lenity luminous enough for benevolence Edges of hurt, caressing heart's corners So cold, oh moon being magnanimous to us While fingers tangle over lips crush Warmth ignited betwixt two burning soul Concealed within mist of endearments Daydreams doleful for palms are lone, Albeit they bear navigation to your home Holding heartfelt time frames so frowned, Frail breeze bothers wanderer nightmares, For they behold blueprints of distraught Didactic phrases are placid for justice is done Amidst torrential downpour
Lexicon of your initials reverberate as one While thunder flashes shimmer my veins Replicating the rush our arousing destiny had, For stormy weather has spoken about tears As it crafts pages for another pagan Heeding warnings only almighty forbids Hear my vibrations they entwine like kiss Sweater threads wrapping memories, All unwind under unbridled revelations, Protecting her blushes In cocoon care And broken smile of mine straightens, By the bare frost freely falling on our coat Yet our oak beams bloom crimson petals Flowing along brook, bringing aromas Here i am, pitch black madness of words But when interpreted its a melodious song Sang for loveliest muse a manic poet beholds