42 posts
  • themoonandthesun 1w

    #brave @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Hang on a day more. I know it seems tough but it's gonna get better soon. Be the brave self. Put on your courage and show them they can't pull you down, not today not tomorrow, you are stronger, you are brave.

    Thank you for EC �� #amru_ec

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    Hustling Bravado

    It's 9 am
    And I'm putting on my best smile

    Patting creases straight
    Brushing unsteady hair
    Staring at those dark circles
    that grew darker this morning
    Vaseline for lip balm
    I pout and smile

    Practising my resting smiley face
    I wish today to be a better day

    It's 9:15 am
    And I'm putting on my brave self

  • themoonandthesun 2w

    Britney Spears— Oops!.. I did it again.

    This song inspired my poems. Just pretend I did not say that.��

    I know I've not been writing these days. But I'll try and be regular again. Here.. That's my new resolution. I'm gonna write everyday be it bad or good. I will write again.

    Thank you so much for always being there you guys. Thank you for not forgetting me. (Damn I can be dramatic!��) ��

    #song @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you so much for EC �� #amru_ec

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    The Last Word— Hurling Insults and Pointing Fingers

    Hurling insults and pointing fingers
    Disagreement in every bone
    At times souls long for sass
    Be a displaced tea cup
    Or righting a wronged display
    A war of betrayal or silly pulling legs

    Good comebacks are necessity
    Survival technique that lacks fists

    Ask the "weak" and they'll tell you
    It's not about humongous body
    Or strong biceps,
    Rather a matter of tongue
    Words that hurt, carve the heart out
    Scars visible—forgotten,
    Scars hidden—lurking with revenge
    I fall into the latter category—
    "Strong" And the wrong

    Last day I pointed fingers
    Hurled insults and threw items
    Just because they named me rude
    I showed what "rude" is really like

    A slow dance of words
    That moved to and fro
    Some hit the forehead
    Others dodged with success
    Some lingered on the skin
    Others pierced the thick scales
    Tears sprung up with dug pasts
    Past that smelled of rotten hugs
    A terrifying dance of regrets

    With each word that they uttered
    With each word that I couldn't take back

    Out of the blue
    We both paused, thought, tried
    They stopped first then I tried..

    With a heavy sigh, I said "let's stop"
    They agreed with "yeah, let's"
    I affirmed "fine"
    "Well, alright" came a reply
    "Then just go" said my stubborn jaw
    They argued again, "why are you stubborn"

    An agreement forgotten
    Diverged from the topic
    We bantered a new
    Smile that left the lips
    Unchained, yet claimed
    A war for "the last word"

    Hurling insults and pointing fingers
    We laughed our eyes out with stupid words


  • themoonandthesun 2w

    #month #jan #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork #amru_ec @miraquill @writersnetwork a bit of abstract sprinkled with some craziness and stress

    I had this really bad need to write. Stress is consuming my soul. I've been busy with exms. Will be back soon �� I will read y'all soon��

    Take care and loads of love ��

    Thank you so much for EC ��

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    Agony just smiled at me?

    I never learned driving
    Was afraid, not lazy!
    Responsibilities of life a chore
    Life itself seemed tedious

    That's a slant in cheer—
    My escapism, hopeful dejection

    They call it hiding, cowardice
    And other names
    Accepting those with grace
    Tactic of life Indeed
    I survived a month more

    Jumping onto a crowded train
    I saw agony holding a spare seat
    Waiting for someone, a friend perhaps
    Tired and moving in sloth's pace
    Brushing past smelly workaholics
    Stumbling in the rush, moved—
    I sat next to her, avoiding eyes and lips

    But then, Was it a dream or did
    Agony just smiled at me?


  • themoonandthesun 6w

    #fix #high_on_emotion @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you for EC �� #amru_ec

    Thank you for featuring ❤

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    Even night cannot cage what's Broken

    Night sky camouflaged my broken dreams
    Yet, amidst those peeked a pale bleached shadow
    that painted loney night silvery mine.


  • themoonandthesun 7w

    ❄The Last Snowflake❄

    //Snowflakes never came with warning bells
    Neither did the last one announced its departure//

    Clustering in heaven my being trembled,
    Dew drops that dropped with temperature.
    Frozen icicles crinkled on nature's palate.
    I saw lads goofing around with snowballs,
    That painted their smiles toothless white.
    I saw breath of fluffy dogs running around
    In circles with gaping mouths, dreamy eyes.
    Then I saw an old couple holding hands
    Bidding another year a joyful farewell.
    A newly wed cuddled in their blanket
    Promising forever with whispers and kisses.
    //A Happy Heaven on Earth — White Christmas//

    Amidst all, I saw the homeless
    Frozen in fog with hopeful eyes,
    Waiting for me— The last snowflake
    As world rejoice moments of love,
    They wished for warmth and comfort.
    Food and shelter, without leaky roofs
    And chilly woosh of night sky raven.
    Melancholic hope for a bright year,
    A Christmas with cake and gifts.
    //Promising happiness on earth—White Christmas//

    With my departure,
    I announced joy
    And bid adieu.
    Kiss for love and hope alike
    A warm cuddle of brightness

    ~Last snowflake that glimmer summer winds


  • themoonandthesun 8w

    I wish to be a Cuckoo's Call__A whim called Song

    Nightingales are not common here
    But I adore Cuckoo's call
    Enchanted with its melody
    Often wished I were one,
    Free, awestrucking, beauty
    Like a beacon of light
    In the sea of darkness
    Soothing away tedious pain

    Living her life would bring me
    Fame, suitors and praise
    But would it ever bring me home?
    Left to fend by others,
    A parasite in disguise
    Leaving behind preciousness
    A beauty blessed with
    Leisurely adventure, without
    Home for tranquil recollection

    Not a poet nor a Nightingale
    I'm a lost bird in winds of life
    Simple without melody words
    Life; a barren field frozen with snow
    Unable to dance and skate
    I fly high, frigid and forlorn

    With wishful end
    To the Cuckoo's Call
    I'm not a seasonal song,
    But a doom called Chaotic Call


  • themoonandthesun 11w

    #love #amru_ec #amru_wn_repost

    Thank you for your kind repost @writersnetwork �� and thank you for EC �� means a lot.

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    And then it rained,
    Washing away the
    Mute silence.

    Yes, it rained
    In all it's glory
    Thunder and
    Lightning followed.
    Cuddling my blanket
    Of unwritten memories;
    Which I gathered
    From forgettable
    Whimperings smothered
    All that's left was an echo

    Hollowing howl of
    Echoing silence

    Oh, it rained
    Washing away what's left
    Puddling around forged splashes

    Never knowing
    Where it rained
    Outside my window
    Or within my soul
    Knocking away in silence

    When it rained,
    It poured


  • themoonandthesun 11w

    #start #wod @writersnetwork

    I just couldn't stay away longer. I miss being here. @murryben babe I missed you ��

    Thank you for EC ��


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    Wondering what withered along with winds

    I stand against the wind
    Shrinking away from touch
    I hug myself tight,
    A question indeed

    Never shaking hands
    I nod in acknowledgement
    A step or two backing away
    From familial embrace

    Wasting away in books
    I read of touch starved
    Those unlucky souls
    Who yearn comfort,
    A hug or two

    I escape
    Hide in my blanket
    Craving comfort; that I threw away
    Too little and a bit much

    An answer indeed
    I hug myself tight
    Shrinking away in hibernation

    Wondering what withered first
    My trust or the lack of it?

    ~trust issues


  • themoonandthesun 13w

    I thought I would share this with you guys. Shuffling through my picture gallery, I saw my old pictures: A broken sandcastle and my full smile. Time moved on. I grew up. But memories never left. Buried in a box that I dug up today. Pictures brought back what never left my smile.

    PS: what's that one memory which you thought you forgot but pictures brought them back regardless?

    #amru_gone_mad @writersnetwork @miraquill

    Thank you for EC ❤ and WN repost ❤
    Here y'all have these������

    #amru_ec #amru_wn_repost

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    Melodic Memories

    Building sand castle was never fun
    But breaking and remaking it always was

    Sea pulled me in
    Waves blushed me blue
    Foamless, form-filled
    Ocean made me whole
    Little hands taped the sand
    Held those water diamonds
    Like impossible made fortunate

    Things slipped
    Was my hold too tight
    It was never loose
    But time slipped,
    And so did the sand
    Oceanic giggles
    Echoed in my hollow soul

    Wiping off tears
    I painted myself sand
    With leftovers that stuck to my sleeve
    Tiny droplets,
    Evaporated crystals,
    Bucket that never got washed away

    A smile creeped in
    Irresistible, insatiable

    Time did left, but left behind
    Memories; Mute yet melodic

    ~what's left behind


  • themoonandthesun 15w

    A Poison Ivy grew in my Garden

    What does poison tastes like?
    I often wonder, curious cat.
    Knowing it would bring harm
    Yet I know it's harmonious touch

    A poison ivy grew in my garden
    An Eden without Adam
    Lacking flowers and fruits
    It hijacked what's true
    Beauteous in it's creepy way
    A crawler slithering through
    Godmother-like presence
    Looming over with obligation
    Resentment and foul
    Overgrown, out of control
    Creeping on what's left
    Free like the birds with roots intact
    Patiently drowning what's near
    Littering corners devoid of wild
    Eroding the walls, leeching on
    Sinking deep inside the fissures
    Vein that incarnates death
    A poison ivy grew in my garden

    Poison tastes like overwhelming senses
    The feeling of shame and broken heart
    Poison stings like the hateful words
    Even in death it brings pain, not harmony


  • themoonandthesun 15w

    #wild #wod @miraquill
    Raise your hand if you feel guilty for existing. Well I do. We did establish that I'm a weirdo. So another reason adds to the list.

    Thank you for EC ��
    @writersnetwork you guys are love ❤ thank you for the kind repost ��

    #amru_wn_repost #amru_ec

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    Isn't it W I L D ?

    Isn't it wild that,
    People often proclaim feelings
    Could not only overwhelm
    But, often drown souls.
    The feelings in question
    Were usually the one from
    "Passionate" Category:
    Love, hate and the in betweens

    I never knew I would experience
    The miraculous too.
    Not the regular cliche
    But, the emotion that had no right
    Neither did it left.(/leave)
    One that not only drowned
    But decapitated my soul
    I call it the resultant negation
    "G U I L T"

    I love how my being struggles
    It fights the lost battle of justifications,
    Procrastination and fear that tags along
    Terrified of future, consequences of a
    Something called "if I would have"
    Of Guilts.

    An angel guilty of goodness
    A demon guilty of evil,
    And I, a human, guilty of nothing
    Yet everything that turns.
    Yes, it is wild indeed


  • themoonandthesun 16w

    What did a "lost father" expect from kids, when he returned with gifts and gems? Was it a smile, a kiss or a hug?
    What did the child expect from a lost father when he returned with gifts or gems? Was it a smile, a kiss or a hug?

    I guess I would never know. Or may be I know better.
    #end @writersnetwork @miraquill

    It's just something. And I'll read y'all soon ��

    Thank you for EC ��


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    The Homecoming?

    //My house was
    A Savannah
    On an iceberg,
    It used to be joy
    And comfy

    I came home,
    The Champion
    Who conquered
    The earth!
    With jewels and
    Wealth and
    Gold and gems
    And.. 'nd

    I came home,
    With smile
    Pasted on tired
    Face, waving hand
    With gifts for
    My babies
    But.. It changed

    Not them.
    They did grow
    A bit taller and
    Wider and..
    They did change
    What changed
    Was my smile

    When they hugged
    The gifts and kissed
    The toys, without
    Saying, "Hi" To
    The bearer of scars
    In the warmth
    Of a house
    That was once
    My home
    All I could feel
    And touch and
    See and.. 'nd

    It's just so cold

  • themoonandthesun 17w

    #once @writersnetwork

    I'll try something better. ��
    @miraquill thank you so much for EC ��


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    Once you calculated my Worth

    You once told me
    To fly high and touch the sky
    Said, I'll rot like stagnant water
    My dreams should be bright like sun
    You said I'm worth more.

    Not once I negated you
    Save this one time.
    I said, I wanted roots like the trees
    I'll touch the sky with roots intact
    My dreams are like the lake
    Changing its course every time
    I know my worth, just it's different
    From what you calculated once


  • themoonandthesun 17w

    #enso #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill I'll try something better later.

    Inspiration: @ivy___
    @murryben hehe

    PS: perfection is overrated.

    Thank you for EC ��


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    ō ~

    Gathering petals of once full bloom she etched,
    Stitched the flowing river into her gown
    In a ballroom with men, she danced her tunes
    Broken steps to match or follow none
    Offbeat the beauteous melody thumps
    The blue heaven reflected on her neck
    Ember sun embellished her eyes,
    Raven painted her curls crow
    Lush lips likes rubies on sand
    In the memory of what's left she sketched

    Awakened from a dream night
    A damsel not in distress, disgusted
    With the feminine in her, roused the
    Tomboy, asked a worthy question,
    "Why do I dream of angels in the world so real?"
    What's wrong with the angel or demons
    A position held for succession of the other
    Complementing each other for survival.
    What's worth a perfect, without imperfection?

    Satisfied with a soulful answer
    The tomboy in distress, undid
    The sketch, with a brush called Flawless.
    And paints named Ideal Faultless
    What's left incomplete is perfection, like
    The crescent moon on a beloved's face

    But sometimes what's complete brings peace
    Like the glory of a full moon, on a cloudy night.

    ~a faceless beauty


  • themoonandthesun 18w

    #nostalgic #wod

    @murryben I genuinely wanted to make it light and happy �� @rimi_ojha I wrote ��

    @writersnetwork thank you for the repost team ❤ you guys are love ����

    @miraquill thank you for EC ����

    #amru_wn_repost #amru_ec

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    Nostalgic Poet abandoned a Present called Life

    A being oriented backwards in time
    Looks for the past references in present.
    Glittering sunshine on a beloved's face,
    Who is long dead and buried.
    Fresh dew drops on daisies,
    Which are dried and stinking.
    Incomplete poetry on a journal,
    Who's caged with emotions, forgotten.

    A peripheral being who looks back
    At the shadows that defined existence
    The corners that framed the past
    Portrait of another, where the being stood,
    As a blurred image, adding to the
    Pale bleached backdrop.

    Like the nocturnal selenophiles
    Screeching around the
    Washed photocopy of a Bright paradise.
    Nostalgic of what used to be ecstatic
    And is now a dagger to the heart.
    Like bees and flowers seperated by
    A ruthless cycle called season.

    A poet lost poesy with experience,
    Lament and melancholy..
    Like a Monarch nostalgic of her
    Greeny-wormy days, careless of
    The bright wings and flight at bay

    Nostalgic of thoughts called memories
    A poet abandoned the beautiful
    Present called L I F E .


  • themoonandthesun 18w

    Thank you so much for EC ❤

    When you're dead, you're dead. That's it.~ Marlene Dietrich
    A poem is never finished, only abandoned.~ Paul Valery

    #argument #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

    @murryben for you ❤


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    Dead Poet is Alive in the Abandoned Poesy of Melancholy

    //When you're dead, you're dead. That's it//~NOT

    When I die, I'll be alive. That's not it.
    Cold carcass, once a warm prison,
    Held captive an eccentric maverick.
    The one crushed under the boulder
    Of responsibility, real and expectations.
    A soul who died long before death
    Desperate to live again, to drown in
    Poppy fields, dance amidst daffodils.
    Trapped in a cadaver, obstructing agency.
    Last Call missed! A voice mail from
    My lover, DEATH, chiming my insides
    I crave nothingness—meaningless
    A Sisyphus of choice, who won the bet
    A tryst with serendipity and life itself
    Renouncing culmination of happiness
    I chose DEATH—dejection and my freewill.
    Even after death, I'm alive..
    I live anew in my poetry.

    //A poem is never finished, only abandoned//~NOT

    Dying soul proscrastates death
    To finalise the eventful last lines
    To edit the craft just a last time.
    My quill ache to complete the unfinished
    To live betwixt the blanks of my ink
    And gaps of what's left untold
    The one's lost in translation.
    Angered, my poetry abandoned me
    Unfinished, lacking a concrete self
    Free from authorship, my signature
    Broken yet perfect, a soul that lacks none
    Poem is never abandoned, It abandons
    To fly high, unbound, woke
    Free from chains on pages.

    _A cosmic being alive after death
    In a void of consciousness, I live
    As an unfinished poem of melancholy_


  • themoonandthesun 19w

    I know I write dark stuff and about dejection. But if you are suffering and are in pain..remember things will change..they always do! (A reminder to self)
    @murryben I wrote ��

    #beauty #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Thank you for EC ❤��


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    At Times, Broken is Anything but Beautiful

    Beauty is upon you like the dandelion
    Blooming near a year old grave
    Like a final goodbye with a brave smile

    What died before death was my joy,
    Trust in a facade called,
    "F O R E V E R"
    A lie spun to lure the artless,
    Like the ball of gas called Stars,
    I named a glitter ball, Mine.
    Naive enough to believe it'll shine.
    Burdened with my wishes, It broke,
    [G A V E U P]
    So did my soul, that night,
    "Stay! Just a second more"
    Bypassing arrogance, I begged,
    Holding your arms, I wailed..

    //"Just an eternity more!"//

    I loom around the graveyard
    In quest for a string called,
    "H O P E"
    To stitch back my burned soul
    With a broken playlist and white noise,
    I gather cicadas, from the endless
    Hills, in a basket of my mind,
    I shove them, to shun the deafening
    Silence. The metallic mutant screech.
    The North Star is useless, un-guiding,
    Misleading, on a journey called,
    "D E S T I N A T I O N"
    Happiness left me without goodbyes
    Sorrow and pain never followed..
    Just a void of lack etched,
    Latched on leeching my soul dry.
    Time ticked by, with change that
    Surrounded me, touched and kissed
    Everything, except me. Illusion or perception,
    Unable of decrypt, imprisoned in time,
    A memory of joy. I materialize...

    Beauty is upon you like the dandelion
    Withering near the grave of my broken lips
    Like an unsaid goodbye with a brave smile


  • themoonandthesun 19w

    Thank you for EC ❤ means a lot ��
    WN thank you for the like ❤��

    #dewdrop #wod #apologizec
    @writersnetwork @miraquill @writersbay


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    Rainbow Crystal that You called "Dewdrop"

    When the night sky
    Wailed along with me
    Showered broken stars
    And concealed the moon
    Clouds darker than ever
    Hiding the orbs of glitter
    Showered pale gems
    Worthless selenophile
    Dance on the naked lawn
    A tango commemorating
    The dead love between you and I

    Awoken under the pale sky
    Glaring at the piercing sun
    One who loved me nevertheless
    Oceanic melancholy drowned
    In the gallons of timeless
    Lush of glowing hues
    That stretched on my skin
    Bathing me rainbow.
    Mirroring the dewdrop,
    Hanging loose on spidey grass
    Sinking deep in the lawn
    Apologizing to the dead love
    Between you and I

    Was it real?
    when you called the dewdrop,
    rainbow crystal
    Or a lie?
    When you called my arms
    Your home


  • themoonandthesun 22w

    "Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man's heart, and the fall through the air of the true, wise friend called Piggy."~ William Golding

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Thank you for EC and WN repost. You guys know that I love you right! ❤��

    #amru_ec #amru_wn_repost

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    Levitating Aura of White,
    White that Conceals the Innocent Darkness

    Levitating in the aura of white
    White smog of innocence that rules the heart
    Heart guilty of s(even)ins and regret
    Regret(ing) the punishment and tears
    Tears that stitch the backdrop of happiness

    Happiness, joy synonyms of the emotion unknown
    Unknown for the decimal statistic figure
    Figure of the flowery torn, that take no heed
    No heed to the bonds of blood and promise
    Promise(s) long broken with a knife

    Knife that carved Pride, Greed, Lust, Envy,
    Gluttony, Wrath, and Sloth on the spine.
    The spine: a canvas of nightmarish demons
    Demons that paint the broken smile
    Smile that stabbed the charcoal heart jammed with

    Diamonds that buy a promise of heavenly forgiveness
    Forgiveness and more, for an innocent greedy soul

    Soul that abandoned childhood gaiety
    Gaiety sold for euphoric ecstasy and "happiness"
    Happiness a fantastic facade of hallucinating dreams
    Dreams that rots with the cadaver of innocence

    Innocence levitating in the aura of white
    White smog that shrouds the coal bleeding heart.
    Heart that misconstrue amber for gold


  • themoonandthesun 22w

    What you see is solitude in tranquility,
    Beneath the fabricated facade
    Is a lipless child
    Under the lonely tree

    #perspective #wod

    @writersnetwork you guys are love ❤�� thank you for the repost. ���������� rula diya yaar tum logone

    @miraquill thank you team for the EC �� you guys are love ❤�� kyu rulate ho tum log ������

    #amru_wn_repost #amru_ec

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    The Solitary Solitude

    Solitude in tranquility
    The "Alone time" of a feline temptress
    Purring tigress in her haven of woods
    Deep green and bright brown
    Fuming eyes with tranquil peace
    "She" The Lone Wolf

    Cage of seclusion
    The "Abandoned" feral
    Teary cat in her wet wasteland
    Shadowed black and desolate gray
    Frozen eyes with hidden pain
    "She" The Outcaste