Miraquill
Many birds in that place never flew even though they could. They believed that they were inside the cage too, as the shadows of the cages of other birds fell on them.
- Akshay Vasu
#cage
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Home and Cage.
Make a home for your loved ones staying in a cage is punishment for even birds.
©90s_beardbunnyPhoto By Rowan Heuvel on Unsplash10 0
itsssiya
2w
Thinking about you
This morning I woke up
First thing I thought of
Was you
How you make me feel
You make my life seem so real
But I know im living in a fairy tale
Cause things don't usually go my way
That's okay
But I sense this is my fairytale
Cause how can this be real
How can I feel butterflies
When you come near
Since I saw you
I can't stop my self from
Thinking about you
From the first thing in the morning to the last at night
You make my life so bright
That's why I think about you
This afternoon I saw you face
My heart started racing
I can't control the pace
I got all nervous an tried to hide
But what I feel for you is something I can't ignore
Should I let my heart out of it's cage and soar
As long as the clock still goes tiktok
I'll never stop
thinking about you
©itsssiya13 0
You have been locked in a cage.
Your hands have been handcuffed.
Your legs have been chained.
And then there is that flogging stick ,
Ready to flog you if you try to free yourself...
You are just a puppet...
A mere puppet...
Can you imagine yourself in this situation? No , right ?
What if I tell you, you have been like this for most part of your life...
Cage = Societal expectations
Hand cuffs = Emotional taunts
Chains = Demotivators
Flogging stick = Toxic people
Feeling relatable ? Ehh??
Now , it's your turn to decide.
Make a worthy decision...
©sreerams9 0
Gussa or nafrat
Dil gusse ki janzeer se bndha h
Isko khbar bhi ni
Jana kaha h
sukoon ki talash m ye bhatak rha h
Kbhi to ye hr cheez chahta h
Pr kbhi khud se bhi ruth jata h
Pta nahi ye pyr chahta h
Ya nafrat ka sahara chahta h
Pr jo bhi chata h wo behisab chahta h...
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the_finger_quill
5w
Read MoreMidnight mumblings..
01:17AM ; July 7, 2021
#memories #rain #metaphors #kaleidoscope #cageKaleidoscope
Forgotten memories come back as clouds
Rains of regrets drench me and go
Will I ever see a sun or rainbow?
Or my vision is too lost in the brain fog?
I try to reach you somewhere in the air
You keep changing forms like
a broken piece of glass
caged in my kaleidoscope!
Will we ever relaize
that
it's us
if we meet again?
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raman_writes
6w
पिंजरे
पिंजरे में क़ैद है वो तू ये मत समझ ।
बस वो तुझे थोड़ा ज्यादा चाहता है ।।
©raman_writes5 0
Trapped
A cage within a cage
They say "smile and don't rage"
Lost the key, turn the page
Pretend it's not a cage
Or maybe wait till the metal bars age
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crazy_cuckoo
7w
Read More//Empty Cage//
She is caged with the memories
Which are sweet and sour
She is caged inside her own heart
She can't swin and can't talk
She is caged in a room
Inside four walls
No rescue, no light in the dark
She is dying to tell everyone
To make her free
With their rules and bylaws
No chums? Not even a dear one!
Who can give a hi-fi
She is caged for years and years
With the loneliness
Within herself
She once was a girl with a cute smile
She is caged inside her own self
Though she can't fight back
She is caged in a room with a fluffy bed
Where she can cry out loud
Wrapping her hands to the pillow so tight
She is caged and caged again
With her anxiety for 12 months long
She is caged and caged again
Within the walls where no one cares
If she died
She caged herself loving the ones
Who never loved her back
She caged within herself
Where she also cared
The one who stabbed her back
She hate herself and her life
She is living like a dead man
She can't find a beam of light
She is caged with her tears
Ahh! A broken soul's deadly life.
©aaish
#cage #emptycageEmpty Cage
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Cage
Fallen into the trap!
Your name flowing inside my veins..
Trying to free myself from the iron cage!
Breaking away from the shackles and chains.
Starting life on a brand new page.
Running away from the past!
Bursting out into golden flames.
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Happiness
एक पंछी खरीदा मैंने
और फिर पिंजरे को खोल दिया
चन्द रुपयो के बदले
मैने ढेर सारी खुशीयों को तोल लिया
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Cage
I kept wondering what makes it so hard me to let it go. Then I realised my heart is in a rib cage, always clinging to stay even when you go
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raman_writes
9w
फ़िज़ूल
वो उसे क़ैद कर के बैठे है जिसकी किस्मत में उड़ना लिखा है ।
लोग कितनी फ़िज़ूल कोशिशें करते है और फिर हार जाते है ।।
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jelly_hub
9w
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इन पाबन्दियों को,
अपने प्यार का नाम मत दो,
प्यार खुला आसमान देता है
उड़ने के लिए,
यूँ पाबन्दियों के पिंजरे में
क़ैद नहीं करता..
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poetrycity
9w
Storms in me settled deep down the core of my hungry stomach
when I sat near dry(inked)page of a poet, lying over his grave,
and my quill met his bruises still waiting for someone.
I heard, his words had a dream to see the one for whom he was writing even during bleeding of his thirsty throat.
They want(ed)to dance with proper rhymes gainst the law of separation.
But the voids between his true verses made them to shed grief for his mortality buried under the depth of his adored yet silhouetted emotions.
Was he soiled or he's caged?
wrinkles from my face started disappearing, slow moving wind felt like taking my tragic chest within
when my lips uttered a few of his unfelt hidden metaphors.
Why his heart was left to bleed till the end?
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Confinement did feed the stomach,
but in it, mindfulness was buried.
My heart is full of life now,
cage has been emptied.
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poetrycity
18w
Read More#mirakee@pandichitra_r @fromwitchpen
@writersnetwork @mirakee #wod #painter #love#cage #pod #decay
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Some step ahead his house.
There's a home of a writer far from the spark of peace and comforts .
A man went there,just to ponder over a silly grouse
And review those pious syllables of a philosopher.
He went to a room ,locked for centuries
found a shadow of an incredible but hidden art
He saw, bulky walls of sands giving birth to a mason
And dead flower refraining from the ultimate lesson
Unaided ivory from dripping ink getting blushed
A little klutz art remembering it's renowned philosopher.
And his memories scented the bounded world of brilliance
Also,frantic vibes get riched for his craziness
And the fragile piece of hands gave a
slow high five.
But unfortunately, gravity died
Artist's face xenialed his own art
Also, a sweet echo collide with the opposite wall
A feeling of euphoria prompted made it to lie
Also,the toed hide behind the door
And,livid colors hesitanted down the core
Madness felt to be jocular.
And silent lips yelling for his died popularity
And,anarchy around his life aroused for majesty
Garrulous momentum slipping upon his sincerity.
And darkness haunting it's historical royalty
Living spirit tinctured with the decays
And zealous philosophy evaded.
And his creations are perished off.
Memories also going to be fermented off.
He locked the door,and return back
as usual he broke into a strange regret.
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I walked over a pavement of people
Fulfilling wishes of everyone.
Involved in the minings of joy
Embedded in the customs on illogics.
Climbing on the rope made of azars,
Lost in the faddism of ecstasies.
Inomplete to be crashed,
Mute but whispering aweful voices.
While returning back of the world of assumes.
I found someone,
At the outskirts of reality
Around the sharp flows of winds
On the sandy desert of adelaide rides
Perhaps,it was a girl
In a poor outfit
Wearing a dirty mourning
Over a thin and lean skin.
She was trembled of losing something
Trying for the circulation of blood clots
Crying for the upshots
Searching for the lost larks
Senty for the missing spots
Her soul was quiverd too
Lash down of contritions
desisted of acceptance
Burnt in the hearths of sunshine
That girl seems to be a known one
An acquaintance of someone.
I went near to her
Closer to her unheard sound
But, I collide with influences of her
I couldn't stop myself to broke for,
yelled murmerings with the unknown
Wailed flints..
I went deeper to her
Nearer to her houl
Want to talk to her,
I asked her,"Why're you crying my dear"?
In the midst of her hearing
Before the nudge of my words.
She opened her fists
Disappeared.
She flee flew off
I ran,
To meet her.
I found her nowhere.
But when I look at myself
The crying girl was me ,herself.
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poetrycity
21w
Gathered corpses
She passed by my tomb and by
my ashen therapies,
Lost memories.
He ignored my weeping slumps.
And his ignorance
left me in the horrifying house of ghosts,
Killed my breath.
Proved me dead
For a while.
And the poor gathered corpses
Snucked at mine
Later on,they
Laughed on me,
Talked to each other
Ruined my cursing heart .
Bestow me haunted.
Tried me to be tired.
My hailed body
eaten by the worms
I was the bulkier one,
Now turned into the light
Sand that's too light
My lips had rushed into his bedside
And world has grilled me deep inside
Covered me into a white
Ohh!My dark
My dead ribs caught in a sludge
On a rainy day.
They want to be dry enough
To prioritize the world
running on tough
Lead me steeper down the earth
I was washed with the warm water
Coming from my mother's ocean of love
Her rumpled skin.
But you know,
Since I grow up,
I left her lap of shelter
I come to explore the world of neuro
All my feelings were on a rent
On a glance of scents
Drafting the heart shakes
Swirled into the bleeding lakes
Coming to the reality,
Corpses are still busy,
Talking to their soils
History of their spoils,
And now demons arrived carrying
Their hairs of plastics
Wide smile ,seemed to be sarcastic
Only the moonlight knows,
How I felt this night
When drunken wind reminds
That bottle of wine
I used to drink in the room of deep silence
Ironically,I too leave the universe
Gone to the brisk of adventures
But my love was immortal
my corpse will tell him one day.
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Coming out of severe aches
Coming out of that dark after years
she had an attitude
She would step out very soon
She was killed by the people,not by herself.
she can't walk but can run in her imaginatives
She love writing
She is writing sitting beside moon
Stars are falling their light
To outshine her pen
All sorts of pains got filter
Now,she can see storm,the thunder
She write and write
Not going to sleep ,
Sky is getting more bright
Seems appreciating her.
Writing,why she used to weep?
How everything touched her so abnormal and deep?
She didn't need anyone
Just her miserable days
Burst into soft tears
Thinking,how killer silence surrounds her
Where there weren't sunlight,no rays.
Her thoughts are like waves,
She is sitting on the shore .
Remembering how,
In those four walls of a room
Chirping of sparrows and,
Sound of children's playing could be heard
All this increased the warmness of tears
Door to see them
Was very very far,
Tonight,
Every word coming from her heart
Expressing her extreme suffering
Surely,this paper gonna cry
With her, remembering that dark
But,
Whole night passed off
Writing of her own,
It's morning now,
She can see,
Air is colorful
Nature is more green
Birds are flying too far
Fog has lifted
Love has shifted
Papers, those torn apart
Having a shiny beam
She felt like,
Everything was waiting for her.
World become beautiful
Coz she was beautiful.
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