Miraquill
चासनि
तुम एसे ही मीठी बोल बोलते रहो,
हम जिंदगि भर सुनते रहेंगे,
तुम ऐसे ही प्यार कि चासनि घोलते रहो,
हम जलेबी की तरह तलते रहेंगे ।
©lapis_lazuli
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lapis_lazuli
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Art
You are a work of art,a magnificent one at that and the world awaits your exhibition
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Heart
आज उसने रुलाया है,
जिसने मुस्कुराना सिखाया था
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HYPOCHONDRIAC
It's a curse to sense every blood cells
streaming in my body,
because I can't keep calm!
And I feel it as unique as
lunatics are always idiosyncratic
and are full of conditions and terms.
I try to control my dwelling mind
that keeps on roaming inside my body,
that never allow me to rest but
show me endless possibilities
of the non-existent nobody.
Pains are like breaks in the pathways
of my gallivanting mind that
lure me to rest and go deep…
So deep that I can't return back
and fear and can only weep.
It's peculiar how illusion affect minds
forever trapping them inside
a hollow well..
Unknowingly after that I give the sanity
and serenity inside my head a farewell!
I cannot explain the tingling sensation
I feel everyday!
The constant fear that looms.
I'm scared of that feeling too that has
make all my moments full of gloom!
They named me a hypochondriac,
they means the crowd
inside my mind but I…
I call myself the
unmarried Kafka's daughter,
and ask them where's the lie?
As father, I daughter offend my body
with these thoughts and
Oh!! am caged...
The things I feel might not exist as
very few accept it to be true,
But here I am swimming in the lifelong
cursed pond filled with water
of colour deep dull blue!
I am petrified!
I am petrified!
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word_rain
1d
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Today
While walking home from work, I could feel a sense of accomplishment and good vibes surrounding me. I smelled Biryani being made in a nearby house. I was talking to myself, "You are made for more, Let's Rock it! " Today was just the begining many more to come.
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_soul_talk_
1d
❤
I was tired and all I needed was a bath to distress.
Warm water filled the tub as I turned the tap on...
You were there, lighting the midnight rose candles
You looked at me as I took off my robe,
You gave me that smile which completed the cosiness
My eyes lingered on your body
You were gorgeous and naked and
Your glossy curves sparkled in the light
I slowly got into the bubbled water and
warmth crawled its way up my body...
And just when I was relaxing with my eyes closed,
I felt a nice soft touch moving along my chest to my hair.
I opened my eyes, I found you
Sitting opposite me, ready to bust my stress
©_soul_talk_8 0 2
i aim to please
that is my problem
i aim to please but not to be happy
i strive to fit in
but that is a template
i strive to fit in but not to express
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in_fragments
3d
The Muses of Merfolk Cove
The diver
had heard rumors,
of more gold and jewels and treasure
than man could measure in one place
off all maps
called Merfolk Cove- murderous merfolk;
every man
who ever ventured in
never made it out of the water-
but incredulous and desperate,
and in want of a rare diamond
for his sweetheart
and a grand proposal of marriage,
the man enters a greedy,
frivolous competition
with his even more avaricious peers,
donning their diving helmets
and atmospheric suits,
submerging into the expanding unknown
to see who can swim the deepest
and find the treasure first.
In the beginning, there was only teal,
seaweed and eternity.
And then, just barely out of focus,
on the ocean floor, glowing red-
the treasure he had sought for so long.
He swims further down, as far as he can,
and the glowing red orbs
reveal themselves to be gems,
stones of great advantage and expense, incredible and crystalline,
unlike anything
his weary eyes had ever seen.
He reaches an arm out to swipe some
when he spots a bioluminescent figure
emerging from the dark blue margins.
As it slithers closer,
the figure appears to seem like that
of a mystifying, alien-like woman;
hair long and splaying out for miles
like a thousand sleek jellyfish tentacles;
a chest completely flat,
neck and arms uncannily similar to ours
but a sexless and translucent body
curving down
seamlessly into a green, pellucid tail
and two distinct, enormous fins.
Simply floating there, mesmerized,
he suddenly forgot
about the glories in his hands,
he didn't care as they fell back
into the sand.
The strange and sensual mermaid
made her way closer to him,
staring at him, emotionless, through
halo-white eyes with no pupils,
and yet the diver was still
not uneasy. Her upper body,
somehow a mix of sea bed and stardust,
pressed up tightly against his bulky suit,
and soon they were face to face
through the hole in his helmet.
She was so hypnotic in her movements,
his eyes were locked onto hers;
he didn't even notice her
gently removing the helmet from
his head- and suddenly he realized
she cut him off, miles away, from oxygen.
The diver shudders
from his sudden death jolts
as the water overflows in his lungs,
and the last thing he sees is
the alluring mermaid staring, smiling,
stroking his stiffening face like a lover-
and then, one final kiss
when the convulsions finish,
during that brief moment of peace
as life smoothly departs from body
and swims away into the indifferent abyss.
The life leaving through his mouth,
it is red.
She pulls it from his lips
into her own, like swapped gum-
it hardens into diamond form,
and she places it methodically
amongst her pile of other red ornaments-
her art piece in progress,
made of other men, other innocent lives,
ripped away in the name
of becoming an addition
to a lovely design.
All they know in Merfolk Cove is,
destruction creates masterpieces-
masterpieces that will live on,
at the bottom of the ocean, forever.
Full of sadness, anger, and vengeance
towards those stealing from
and murdering her home,
but still brimming with creativity,
she wanted to channel it all
into something beautiful
that would last even after she passed-
even if it meant causing harm to others
or sustaining trauma herself.
It was all in the name
of spawning magnificent art,
with no mention of the souls
forced into ruin to make it. Destruction was her Muse, and she knew she'd be absolutely nothing
without it.
But was she ever really an artist,
if all she left behind was brilliant
and blazing destruction?
What of all the souls she stole
who will never get to see the beauty?
Is it still beautiful to them,
those poor beings, stuck inside
her glittery debris,
resting uncomfortably
somewhere in between
alive, dead, and artistic idol?
I ask you this, dear listener of my tale-
is a muse ever worth it?
If you require a subject
of human obsession
to spur your dramatic finesse,
if you can't walk away
without destroying them first,
are you really a true artist?
The spellbinding mermaid
has blood on her hands, and in
her red diamonds, in the very whites
of her eyes- she forces others
to become her unwilling participants
just because she has enough power
to do it.
She is not any being's inspiration,
she only became like all the men
who had oppressed her for centuries-
was she ever really
the artist she believed she was?
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What is love ❤️
Love is an art
Love is a very strong feeling
Love is when you are reminded of
Someone in everything and anything you do
Love is when you have no particular reason why you
Are attracted to that person,you smile unconsciously when they are around
Love between two people is the greatest art work in life
❤️❤️❤️
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sounakpatra
4d
Man
Not much before, I was just a small boy!
But before I could even understand my life,
I grew up into a man!
Wandering around to find the utopian world!
Wondering if the sufferings and struggles were over!
Then realising, that it's all a part of life!
I grew up into a man.
When I saw that a bunch of men were teasing a lonely girl, and it actually bothered me! And I stood up!
I realised, I became a man.
Sitting on the terrace, looking at the beautiful sky, I knew that the world beneath it isn't that beautiful for everyone.
I grew up into a man.
I grew up into a man when I saw my nephew crying, because his teacher didn't let him choose the colour of his sky, they said it's blue, but he painted it pink.
When on a rainy day, I looked outside, and saw a dog running helter-skelter to find a safe place for her babies!
And realised that life is all about struggling to survive.
I grew up into a man.
When the love of my life said she can't be with me forever, and married someone else. And, I was actually fine with it, because her happiness is all that mattered.
I grew up into a man.
When I realized that the future isn't as beautiful as it seems inside my head, and that nothing lasts forever.
I grew up into a man.
When I saw the news about a small girl getting rap*d, tears rolled down from my eyes. Felt so helpless but it fired me up to the core to make the world a better place for everyone.
I felt I was growing up into a man.
When I lost people from my life one by one, but still kept myself together and learnt to accept the reality.
I grew up into a man.
When I realized there's nothing called failure, because atleast I tried, and realized it was a lesson to do better in the future . Failure is just a way to success.
I grew up into a man.
So many experiences, so many lessons. Knowing that what I have today, won't be there tomorrow. And, that changes are constant.
Knowing that the time gone will never come back.
The small boy inside me said it's time, I shall move on.
Fire inside my heart and confidence is all I gained, now I'm standing tall.
Yes, now I'm a Man.
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pinkpanther
Hi,
I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology
'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will be charged a minimal amount for it.
poetry_hub1
4d
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_soul_talk_
4d
Looking into nature,
I realised I was mature, and
Loving the earth is important than
Loving the world we depend on.
I spread my arms to welcome the wind
The cold breeze made me skinned
I closed my eyes, yet drank the view.
It sealed my heart with a blow.
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sabbyk
4d
Killer In My Room
You think it's over,
And yet in an ordinary midnight;
I see armed men outside,
Out of their mind.
Guns intact;
Smile with pride.
No, you cannot save me now;
You can't heal my wound;
Your heart is doomed,
The killer's in my room.
Open your eyes;
Vision is blurred.
Tongue tied;
Don't say a word.
I am bribing you;
But guess they give you more;
You surrendered to them?
Sold yourself to the core?
The grave's already dug,
You had to protect me;
Holding my head under water, you call it security?
But you couldn't save me,
as I presumed;
'Cause;
The killer's in my room.
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Hope
I could say that it's fine if you weren't the one
Cz the one is a hope in a dream
I could say that two is not better than one
Cz two is a hope for a broken team
But the world would never get it,
The world is a made up story,
The world is a faith to those losing hope
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We are all artists of a lost generation.
Sewn deep in our bones, lives a distant tribal past. We are of the earth as much as we are on it. A confluence of influential snippets through our collective time. We are all artists, crafting and feeding; sewing and seeding, creating and needing. Just as that background music plays in a child's soundtrack.
The rythym in language, the melody of suffering in survival, a hunger to hear and be heard. While that inner song fades of young childhood when we go gray ourselves; another already woven ancestral tapestry creates the future chapters. That which is oldest and purest will be newest and old again, only to be shelved and resurface infinitum. .
We are painting the major chords and writing the drum beats as if isolated and insulated away. Our undercurrents of past fragments steady rising and falling with the breaking tides of time. We are connected and tethered to those same mortal struggles; knowing we will all die. Such pangs, yet we play on to create something new; to soothe the teething of another lost generation.
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snehhaaaa
Hey
You are doing really well
Wanna publish your writerups in an anthology
If interested thn
Dm
Whatsapp (7014230989)
Instagram (@___poemera_) - innovative_writer Amazing write
mr_stellar
5d
Read MoreA deeply felt #poetry writing by me, after a short gap. But, I can assure you that this one is filled with #Rage. I've not written it with full-fledged anger. Rather, I just tried tap into my naturally residing rage, which is quite intense and much more meaningful; thus evident that it is higher & #Classy, than some nonsensical anger. I hope you will enjoy reading it.
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I ain't a saint.
Sometimes, even blood looks like a paint.
If it's my own, it's my proud creation of art.
If the fallen blood is anyone else's;
then its Karma's way of playing its part.
Rage is in-built.
Those who can't find it,
should incur their own guilt.
Rage is good for right reasons.
Wage a war for morality.
I wage a war, diurnally.
My rage is built, nocturnally.
If I go out for hunting, I don't prey just one;
I am a whatchamacallit anomaly.
Rage is a cage.
Catch & collect, like a sage.
Life ain't just a single page.
If deeds are justified, resilience has no age..
Rage is also a finesse.
Rage is also an orgasmic release.
Rage like a cold-blooded creature.
Rage is good, for and with the right reasons.
Karma will stand by you.
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thepinetrail
5d
Slowly all our truths became lies
and the fears became reality...
As we just watch our dreams die....
And our fragile hearts in silence
Wispers to innocence goodbye
Little parts of lives lost in time
are scattered on the horizon
in nostalgic colours across the sunset sky.....
In this twilight
we pick pieces of our hopes
And specks of our dreams ,
We fade into the long night and hide
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heart_scribes
Hello Writer ♥️
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes.
Hoping for a positive response.
Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.
Stay safe, Take care❤️
unsaid_lamhe
5d
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It will hurt, and hurt, and hurt, and then one day it won't...
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aaleemrm
5d
Enter heaven's gated,
Seeing father playing
With my nephew (Myles) away
In God's refuge I will lay
Find my heart upon a page
With the blood I gotta pay
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pinkpanther
Hi,
I really liked your way of writing and would love to have u as the co-author of my upcoming anthology
'The Broken wings'. If interested do connect with me at @yuktibhatiaaa on insta. You will charged a minimal amount for it.
word_rain
9h
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Believer
Yes I believe it, I will make it happen if you're there or not. Your silence confirmed me, so I started believing in myself!
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