I left my home few months ago, the home which was definition to my lexicon, which was shelter to my freezing tears, POETRY. I had picked up my scattered thoughts at a time when I was too immature to describe a rainbow as an Aristotle's art. But I met some souls, who showed me how beautiful poetry was, how beautiful it felt to reflect yourself with those words. My hands started to write again, but this time it was for this delicate heart, for this rigid mind. Admirers of poetry supplied ink to this mind, which just wandered for some doses of vitamins of emotions. Not too long ago, these hands felt tired of the chaos all around. This mind was not able to portray the anxiety within. This heart was throbbing in those sleepless nights when even the ink felt shy to reflect the emotions of this heart. To make my heart and mind free from this shame, I left my home. The souls made my heart feel stronger and now it was throbbing with a new hope. But, the hands weren't free enough to just embrace again the rusting lexicon. But when the world went down worshipping goddesses, the hands wrote four lines of poetry. My mind was calm, my heart wanted to feel the rainbow again. But for short did it last, uncertainties made this heart again uneasy. Fear of losing someone, made this mind colourless and again with the world coming on track, I had to leave again.
Those scented papers, the rusted lexicon, the monochromatic ink and that pulmonary poetry ; all lie in silence in the room where once this heart used to giggle at the mind's misery and the mind used to shut it up by blocking some arteries.
Something that I loved is left chocking in the vapours of isolation.
the_world_is_unknown@daffodilpearlzz@heartsease all your words mean a lot bhavya di and purva di ❤️ I am absolutely fine but I won't be active here anymore because of my studies. I just want to dedicate these two years to my preparation so that there will be no circumstances anymore where I will say bye to miraquill... I had holiday that's why I joined miraquill again and now it has come to an end so I need to get back to work again. I wasn't much active here because of the situation in house but I love you both a lot and your posts are something I adore... Will see you all again. Bye . Take care
mellow_wingsYou are going? Haven't talked to you but :/ .. Chalo take care.. And come back soon. Waise, in which class you are studying udita?
Everybody has something to say, yet we’re all quiet. We just sit on our phones. Trapped. Never looking up. Every day we miss the most important things. Us. We all pray blindly. Put faith in something unknown. We only look up at tragedy. Sadness. Regret.
And this is now the way it will be.
Humans are becoming something other than natural. Every fibre, every atom is screaming at us to change. We, as a society, unknowingly fight back on them. All of us are going back in time to uncultured. We are a society, no longer a community.
Friends. Strangers. Regret. Repeat.
Virtually fighting for change. Stay still. Do nothing. Petitions and posts and polls and pictures. Barely alive. People are rallying against each other. Protests. We are drowning in the virtual world. Blue light. Stay still, don’t move, and you’re still overreacting.
Click. Like. Follow. Repost. Repeat.
People wish and hope for any miracle. They are lost. Suspended in mid air. Misguided beliefs. Cloudy. Everyone speaks of peace. Long ago, time passed. Gone are the days of past hardships. But not quite. Technology embraces us like we embrace it. Hugs.
Hug. Lost. Peace. Gone.
We miss the beauty of nature. Pass by without glance. The lush green trees and grass and blue sky. Gone. We don’t notice the simple luxuries. Simple life. Gone.