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  • u_star 57w

    Heya everyone! I hope everyone is doing well and keeping up with their studies and health . I thought over posting it and I always thought that I shouldn't because this is utterly absurd thing to even write about .But again I thought of giving this little piece a chance ... ; )

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    She was with me when I stepped into adolescence ;
    With a heavy heart I accepted the one who had a capacious core .
    I still remember the grade I was in and the commencement wasn't an allure ;
    Was too young to comprehend the altruistic sense of an inanimate being , I was so unsure.


    She was maybe the lady luck in my life, at that passing moment ;
    I was too late to realise this and I loathed her for a long time which now has no possibility of amendment.
    She cheered me up when I failed in things I had great connoisseur in ;
    Besides the moon in solitude she kept count of all my tears that abandoned me when vulnerable I have been.

    Days mingled with Years and Years dwindled into forgotten moments ,
    I cognized too late that she'd accompany me only for four years ;
    Yet she stood by my side at times when I betrayed myself ;
    To my pale and lifeless life she adhered her pulchritudinous self.


    While departing from her today she looked me in my melanoid eyes and I beheld things to us that belong ;
    Her tranquil gaze played me memories of times she celebrated me and also of times she had made me stand strong .
    Many of those atrocious times as of when my someone dearest forever journeyed to heaven , she unleashed from her authentic form and I felt like to me she was hugging ,
    This was a little tale of a novice writer who wrote about the medley of emotions she shared for the most inconceivable friendship of Herself and Her Ring.


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    23:55
    10th Dec'20
    ©u_star

    #writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #daadisbae
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  • u_star 59w

    This was literally a tough topic to write on in my consideration, yes you might think its contradictory for you coz you all are word jeweled writers. I didn't do a great job in expressing my emotions but I've been rusty these days come on y'all know how it goes. So here it is me trying to decipher feelings for us all.

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    Another meaningless day mingles with sleepless night , I lay awake as I whisper a question which reaches my mind with the zephyr . I ask , "What is it that we really await? " The moon gleams , assuring to bring tranquility to my restless mind. "What does really make us happy? " yet another query is pumped in my veins by my untamed core....

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    When you pour all of your love to everyone dear to you 'cos they do the same,
    It leaves a roseate blush on your cheeks,
    But why do you feel that tiny bit of melancholy in
    in your heart?
    You don't know for to know you are out of techniques .


    When The Winters is your beloved time of the year,
    And you feel delightful about it,
    But why does its wind carry the gist of despondency?
    You don't know because you didn't try a bit.


    When the sun sets and spills navy hues onto the sky,
    Being a Nyctophile your eyes gleam brighter than the stars,
    But why the moon appears sad to you and the shimmer of the stars effortless?
    You don't know for you believe that to comprehend it you should be one of the czars .


    After cogitating for a long time what I comprehend is,
    It is not loving or being loved that we really long for,
    It is the �������������� of being loved that we really await,
    It is not the winters that we really long for,
    It is the �������������� of warmth in cold days that we really await,
    It is not the night that we really long for ,
    It is the �������������� of being in light of the moon and stars in such darkness that we really await.

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    13:28
    28th November 20
    ©u_star

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  • waitaminute 63w

    Beauty these days has somewhat different meaning. Flaunting pictures on Instagram and facebook to being hard on yourself for looks. I don't deny that fact that beauty is in body but no one can deny that fact it lies in optimism. In our anatomy classes we are told about beauty that every human body has its own organisation, we all have same bodies, do we?

    Okay here comes my views, when someone have positive vibes, you feel attracted towads them.Many writers here they write positive they have a power that can hold you even without having them in reality.
    Their words ,their feelings, their love and optimism makes me believe that they are beautiful.
    Once my mom was telling me a story ,
    I just want to tell you a few lines.there was a competition for miss beautiful and the judge was blind and deaf. Girls were not told that he is judge. They were asked to live in a house and take care of him. Two of them had totally different personalities and they took care of him in own ways. To begin with they were patient with him but as time passed, one was getting negative and saying ,are we here to take care of him? She soon begin to avoid him and was getting restless and losing her temper over small things.
    Well other one was too facing same thing , she was also getting impatient but she never said any bad words for that man and rather consoling him that someday they will be out.
    So, their wait come to an end and blind and deaf man can't see or hear but he can feel. He can feel warmth, optimism, who gave him meds on time, who sat with him, who talked to him even when he could not listen.
    Results were clear.
    So, it's becoming important in this world, this modern world, internet world that we don't forget what real beauty is.
    How many of us are still optimistic that we will get through this bad phase of corona virus?
    And I am damn sure many of us are optimistic and here lies beauty in positivity.
    ©shinchan_says
    #daadisbae
    @zoya_charmz
    Submission for fun task

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    Beauty of optimism in world are keeping us alive.
    ©shinchan_says

  • the_frozenn_heart 63w

    It's long back I've seen my heart go under a heart eclipse wandering in the sky of rehabilitation, prevailing the laurels of moon eclipse to elucidate its frequent positions.

    //Flourishing in the universe of blood my neon crimson heart aligned on right angle under the shadow of auriferous love towards the hypotenuse of proliferous heartbreak making an acute angle of syzgy.//

    What is syzgy?
    Astronomically the alignment of three celestial objects, especially sun, earth and moon or any other planet. But in the panorama of my story the only celestial object was my torment heart aligned in between the transits of heartbreak and occulations of love.

    Why was love occultant and heartbreak transit?

    //because the strokes of love
    infills the ink of courage, belief and faith,
    on the stardust pages of hue less soul;
    securing its beauty in between
    the paradox of two magnetic lips,
    entwining two mellow hearts
    to beat one as a whole.//

    // because the shades of heartbreak
    try to revolve the galaxy of retrospect
    on the axis of memories,
    and rotates the planet of reminiscence
    around the sun of poetries.//

    Now, the shadow of love no more gives me peace as it used to wrap me inside infinite emotions but the blackout lining of heartbreak removes the crust of fake promises rejuvenating my self serving amour.

    On every night of moon eclipse
    I see the sun shining inside my solitude
    engrossed in prevailing poetries,
    and the earth rotating inside my psyche
    removes the strands of half-sewed memories.
    ~the_frozenn_heart

    Prompt: write a piece from the POV of moon that is eclipsing.
    Thank you so much @eclipsed_sun for this lovely prompt.

    Won't delete this ��

    #daadisbae
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    When the moon seeps out of clouds
    amidst the peachy twilight universe,
    the shadow of earth beholds its beauty,
    and the sun aligns in the same horizon
    to sign a peaceful treaty.
    ©the_frozenn_heart

  • suranjana__ 63w

    @redolent_smile The prompt was so beautiful and I loved it. Really sorry if I destroyed your prompt. But my writing skills are reserved. Hope you understand love ಥ‿ಥ

    @writersnetwork @mirakee #pod#daadisbae #letter

    Starting my #norturingnovember

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    A Letter To My Old Self

    Date: 1.11.2020
    Time: 8: 15 pm

    Dear lil soul of mine,
    I am so pleased to write this letter to you and you know what it's so close to my heart. And on behalf of my dead feelings I am scribbling the idioms from different segments of my mind and heart to arrange it down.

    You really seemed to be a childish infant when I entered my phase of being a MATURE one. I remember that moment when you were busy in jotting down your pony tails so tight that the rubber fragmented into 2 pieces. And I just couldn't stop calling you dumb and useless. But I just feel like I was so immersed in the cave of a teenager that I just lost to imagine about fantasies. Birds sleeping in clouds, frogs having pool party and I being the eternal queen while wearing my favourite pinkish gown. I just forgot to tell you girl. You do collect the pipes of mango juice and icecream sticks right? How can I just forget?And those chocolate papers.

    And now I am here a 16 year old girl realising that it was so awesome being a kid. Rather than catching pessimistic thoughts I would have catched the bygone dragonflies. Hiding in abditory while playing blind man's buff was better than concealing myself from my own fears. The essence of new crayons, new standard books, markers, barbie doll, bonfires, baby lotion, lunchbox was far more better than receiving essence of dead epitome, torn folios, shattered pieces of hope, dreary nights and cute but aching smiles with unbalanced mind. The aroma of each artefact now seems to be all dead in middle of my existence in this chaotic life.

    I know you aren't getting anything. This is just a flash to your upcoming future days. And you need to be strong enough to fight it with cute smiles as you produce it now.

    Now, Bye !!! I have so much stress all kept aside in my table and few will be coming after some o'clocks. But don't you worry. Just enjoy your bygone days. Yeah I am jealous, volcanoes are erupting inside my mind but you carry-on with your fairytales from granny.

    But I pledge to my mind, my epitome, my physique even though I forget some memories in the past, I won't forget who I used to be I won't let the bygone epitome go away from me as it is the only strength to forbid gloominess of mine, a soul desperately waiting to let its core get built with sapling producing endearing flowers.

    And if mumma asks who delivered the letter just tell her that it was an undefined soul who threw it from the heaven. And shh!!! Don't you dare to show it to mumma. She would worry. And YOU!!! Just read and burn it down. No excuses otherwise you know the result I would come and snatch away all those chocolate papers, crayons, barbie books and your favourite choco chips.

    With love
    Yours upcoming version

    ©suranjana__

  • oceansandgraveyards 63w

    I always had this fear of losing people.
    Especially, the one whom I love and care about.
    Right from my childhood, I always worried of losing things, people and whatnot.

    "If a loved one has died, or someone you loved and trusted left or betrayed you, you can develop a strong fear of having the same thing happen again."

    I've thantophobia, it's nothing but fear of losing someone you love.

    When I was in my 2nd grade, I lost my best friend.
    Who was so close to my heart, who has become so close to me within a short spam of time. Even though, it's not like she betrayed me or something but she got transferred to another state.
    We were just kids, couldn't do anything but saying a goodbye to each other.
    From then, I got this fear of losing friends.

    When I was in my 4th grade, I lost my grandmother.
    Who was more like my mother, than a grandmother.
    I used to love to eat, only if the food was cooked by her.
    If my mom wasn't home for days, I didn't cared much.
    If my grandparents wasn't home even if it's for one night, I started missing her so badly.
    One night, I had a nightmare of my grandmother. I saw her dying in my dream, and I was literally praying hope it won't come true. But unfortunately, it came true.
    Even though she wasn't died as she died in my nightmare, but she died because if her asthama.
    I still remember, that day when she got hospitalized on my birthday, and i didn't wanted to cut the cake just because she weren't with me.
    I must say "she's my everything."
    From then, I got this fear of losing someone through death.

    When I was in my 7th grade, I lost my beloved father.
    I guess, there's no need of explaining what a father means to a girl. He suffered from brain cancer and died.
    We came to know about his cancer at his final stage.
    Wish we could've known it earlier stage itself, anyway, there's no point if talking about it now.
    From then, this phobia of losing someone you love grew.

    There are several more things, but I don't want to mention them so I would just end up here with these few lines.

    Whenever, I hear about someone's death or something like that it gives me goosebumps and makes me feel so uneasy. And the fact that, my father died in front my eyes, just a few feet away. It always makes me hurt and feel so numb.
    Even though, I can't change the past and I don't wanna change it even if I get a chance.
    But, all I want is to overcome this fear. This fear of losing someone I love, who are close to my heart.

    Hopefully, one day I will overcome through it and I want to tell myself that "I did it."

    - Bhargavi aka Dolly | November 1st, 10:47 AM
    ©orotund


    Ps: it's okay even if this doesn't make sense, but I'm feeling good after writing this and that's what all matters for now.

    Prompt "write about your phobia" by @redolent_smile thank you Sadrita ❤️
    Thank you for this challenge @mirakee_ki_naanima <3

    #musingsofB
    #daadisbae #mirakee #writersnetwork #genuine_readers #readthisJ #thantophobia #fear #phobia

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    Thantophobia

    (n.) the phobia of losing someone you love.

  • love_whispererr 63w

    EACH TIME A WOMAN STANDS UP WITHOUT KNOWING IT POSSIBLY, WITHOUT CLAIMING IT,
    SHE STANDS UP FOR ALL WOMEN.

    -MAYA ANGELOU

    #daadisbae

    Thank you so much Radhika for the prompt @sereiin

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    S H E : AN UNCHARTED ELF

    She's the disparate panorama connects the falls,
    a lampshade of featureless darkness, peels off brawls.

    The winter breezes and autumn leaves amuse her hair,
    moon vines adhere on her anklet & she crackle the star.

    //Choked her womb is
    wants some rest
    yet holds your existence
    shrieks upon her fate//

    Collecting the seashells, she scribbles sonnets in rain,
    and with pot marigolds, she zizzs with coverlets of pain.

    She embroiders the limpid smocks of stained hues,
    with her touch, dozens of scathed peanuts turn into muse.

    //Wandering her thoughts are
    singe with scathed paper
    yet she stables love
    while stabbing her pink gown//

    She locks her dreams inside the unscented cupboard,
    freakish her soul is, and the heart is unexplored.

    Yet she rises while butchering tenebrous nights,
    piercing the curtains of blackness, she steps with sunshine.

    //Shattered her dreams are
    breaks the room lamp
    yet she rises and rises
    while caging her bleached vehemences//

    She twirls with the sumptuous dewdrops of winter night,
    and the city turns into red, with her soul's dazzling light.

    Standing inside a knavish cum ill-famed schooner,
    she embraces the redolent smile of paralyzed crooner.

    //Aurelia her heart is
    holds some bitter ballads
    yet she cuddles you
    with her empty stomach//


    b i d y a

  • fleeing_fossil 63w

    Dear Amor,

    I remember how you made my rebirth much glorious than the other dead souls. While they are stuck to this sombre sky as stars, pouring your love and finest stardust, you molded me into the moon and clothed me with a cloak of your shimmery scars. But once a fortnight you snatch those scars and drill deeper dents on your severed soul or as you like to call: eliciting your essence in me. Though I couldn't watch you do it I know I couldn't live without it. On those nights, I hide, behind the cimmerian curtains of the sky while you cut yourself to adorn me with your bloody blemishes for the umpteenth time. Drowning in your sullied screams all I can give you in return are sluggish silhouettes of my lambency and a mysterious mangata by the shadowy shores. I couldn't look at you like I used to stare into the tired brown of your days in your hazel eyes eons ago. Your tears are ambiguous for my beams with these clouds obscuring them. My embrace isn't warm enough since these cotton-cold currents cool them before I reach you. My scent isn't pristine since some primal primroses lace their odor with it, just so you couldn't have a sniff of mine. And the air goes awry to carry your cataclysmic cries when the violent howls of wild wolves adulterate them.


    Still, I plead you,

    //to not dwell your moon-hearted eyes
    in viridescent wetlands but glaucous graveyards;
    not let a sanguine sunflower to bloom in your blonde braids instead of a malefic moonflower;
    not hire honey hues for your yards as you did pastels' phantasm;
    not move on to the sun's scintilla from my lambent lanterns//

    since only I would promise to protect you in my querencia on dingy dusks.

    Forever yours
    Moon






    #daadisbae #moon #creativearena #writingcontest
    @writersnetwork

    You see, most of the times, I'm high on alliteration :D

    @inked_selenophile @jerry_21 ❤ aapki madad chaiye!! ��

    @eclipsed_sun I'm sorry since I have no idea if I ruined your prompt just a little or made it a total disaster. I would take it down immediately if you say so.

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  • daphnae 63w

    The blue ocean, engulfing the lap of the sand, was all my eyes craved to bide on. They induced in me, through the agile dyad of pupils, the sense of belonging to the greater world. The vastness of the sky when I look up, the sea when down; inspired every hair on my skin to be a part of their bourn-less extant. The pristine green on the first day of summer, had always besieged me with their freshness amidst the oldest leaves of the evergreen banyan. The serene sensation of existing among the nature had always left chills on my skin, I touch to feel the same ecstasy once more and they never find an end. The sanguine shade with the tint of yellow, which my heart captured during the dusk and dawn, had baked me sweet of dreams and fantasies, pouring the honey of hopes in my soul.

    I continued the hunt for colours, for I needed to release each of their drop on my metaphors to rhyme. I stored every shade in the same vessel, my ink, waiting for the rainbow to emerge after I add every hue to it. On the day I dipped the last colour white, from the most beautiful dream of mine, the ink of mine started shaking, terribly. For a moment, it looked like a rainbow but soon my hallucination passed. The blue skies with crumbled clouds rumbled the darkest of greys, the oceans ebbed leaving the shore of black sand. The leaves started wilting on their own dark hue, the eclipsed sun shone brighter than any sunny day. I started bleeding black, of every colour. Since that day, my ink has known darkness and kind. And the first thing my paper felt on them was : Darkness is the excess of light.
    ©saya__

    @raika Know that I love you. Thanks a lot.
    @titanium_butterfly Thank you so much for staying. Love you.
    @the_frozenn_heart I love the prompt so much.❤ The prompt was to write about anything I want to redefine. I redefined DARKNESS.

    @writersnetwork
    #mirakee #wn #pod #octoberodyssey #daadisbae #cloudc

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    Darkness

    (n.) The excess of light and colours

  • pallavi4 63w

    Destiny

    It is believed that every human
    Being represents a singular ball
    Of energy
    Those who have similarities get
    Attracted to one another just
    Like gravity
    This leads to a deeper connection,
    Love and soulmates being found
    It feels as though fate and destiny
    Have conspired to see these two
    Souls to each other bound
    Ancient lore says that an invisible
    Red thread through space and
    Time binds two souls
    That eventually meet each other
    And feel like two halves of
    A whole
    They may be separated but are
    Sure to eventually meet
    And become soulmates forever
    Like fate intended them to be
    It is believed that when two souls
    Genuinely love and care for
    Each other
    All the energies in the universe
    Conspire towards making them
    Meet one another
    Call it destiny , call it fate when
    Coincidences happen frequently
    You realise our lives are not
    A series of random incidences
    But predetermined paths of destiny
    Who we meet, who we don’t is all
    A part of a predestined program
    The invisible red thread that binds
    Two souls brings them together
    Like part of a much greater plan
    It is believed that two people
    Genuinely in love will eventually
    Discover
    That the universe indeed does
    Work towards bringing them
    Together, to each other

    @pallavi4

    30th of October, 2020

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Illustrations of the moment I realised I had to stop searching for love” by Maria Uve

    #daadisbae @mirakee_ki_daadima #destiny #fate #predestination #the _red_thread_theory #brian_weiss_theory @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee @say_me_krish #say_me_krish

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  • rekhuu 63w

    Dear Muse,
    I still remember our first rendezvous at an unlikely spot. When we had looked at eachother, an electrifying moment followed. The little voice in my head screaming with joy "wow, he's the one!."

    Your friendly banter making me feel at ease and your mellifluous syllables oozing with love, finding their way into my heart and soon enough "we" happened. I surrendered myself and my dreams to you, imagining our very own little fairytale.

    Albeit, you were a mere farce and were all prepped up for your part. You lead me to an abysmal abyss with your charm, claiming it was the path to the moon and stars. Eating my peace of mind and splintering my soul for the worse. You always hid behind the facade of your unbridled charm.

    You are my muse, the ignitor of my art. If it hadn't been for your syllables, I wouldn't have found my hidden talent. Thanks to you, I now stitch all our tales of love and deceit into an intricate fabric of poetries with my new found love for metaphors and verses.

    From,
    The one who loves and hates you the most

    ©rekhuu

    #meeting #wod

    #daadisbae #daadigotyourback
    @mirakee_ki_daadima @mirakee_ki_naanima

    Writing prompt - Write an Open Letter to your favourite Muse (the one who/which inspires you to write) given by @saya__ ☺️

    I soooooo wanted this prompt �� Hope you like it ��

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    O Muse,

    Thanks to you
    now I can see
    the silver lining
    in every situation

    ©rekhuu

  • anshika_winks 63w

    June 20,2018. 12 am

    Hey Kissie,
    I had to work hard to bring you out of the closed attic, where all my old stuff was chocked to rust. But you still smell the same, only a little sweeter...

    You know the time now is 12 am, the first time I'm writing this late. Mom and Dad, downstairs, think I am asleep but it's just you and me who know what's happening...

    I never imagined that I would be awake at this time of the night and think restlessly about something, or someone...

    Ok I know I must have built enough suspense in you by now. But believe me it's worth it.
    So here we go...

    Today was our first day at the school after the long summer vacations and everyone was super - excited about new session , new teachers and new friends except me who was bothered about the new textbooks and the huge syllabus in front of me.

    Everyone was in corridors walking, giggling and laughing out loud with their old and new friends. But I ,as you know, was in the class , alone and restless.

    The bell rang and the whole gang roared back into their classes waiting for the teacher.

    She arrived and we all greeted her. We sat and she started with the boring attendence ( I don't see any point in taking attendence as if it has ever bothered anyone, just wasting time for nothing)

    But this attendence was something special because when she was about to take my name, a boy plunged in disturbing. Everyone's eyes turned towards him and I was irritated of how he disturb my attendance.

    A tall boy with all ragged uniform, no tuck, no tie, untied shoelaces and uncombed hairs said, " May I come in ?"

    I would have said 'No' but our Mam didn't agree with me. And she asked him to get in and take a place somewhere. He chose to take the last bench which was far away from mine because I was the first bencher. Yes only and only one common thing , I was sitting alone and he too.

    I ignored him. The class started. I was very concentrated from the first class itself because the syllabus frightened me again.

    A bell rang and it was our break. It didn't matter much to me because I still had books in front of me. But I heard some noises behind and turned to see what was that.

    I was flabbergasted to see my classmates group around the fresher as if he had been an old accustom. They were laughing and enjoying. He had made friends with everyone so quickly.

    I felt alone.

    But I ignored again.

    Another bell rang and another teacher arrived and I again concentrated.

    And the next thing happened was the last bell. Everyone has already packed their bags to leave. And they left as soon as the bell rang.

    I , overburdened by stress, started packing by bag with less strength. I was about to get up but then.

    The fresher had spill his complete water bottle on me...

    [ Flashback]

    When the last bell rang , it was me and him left in the classroom. He was going out of class drinking water but accidentally toppled over the edge of the bench and...

    [Flashback Ends]

    Ugh... I was shocked by this incident.

    He too was shocked of this accident.

    My school uniform, my bag , my books , everything was a complete mess... I had never been so angry. I shouted at him at the top of my voice. I was in tears.

    He, on the other hand trying to help me out, worsen the situation and tore my notebook.

    "Gosh! You are just unbelievable", I shouted.

    I asked him to get out of there. He went outside. I packed everything and the damp feeling sucked. I was all wet and unsteady.

    I staggered out of the class and saw him still waiting for me. 'Sorry' was the first thing he said. And this time it was the 10th or 11th time. I shot an ignorant look and started walking away.

    He followed me and asked if he could help. Yes I said and handed him the moist school bag. It was heavy but he agreed and carried it through the empty corridors of school till the empty streets of my house.

    We didn't talk to each other in the journey.

    In front of my house, I took my bag. He whispered sorry again but this time I replied back to him saying It's ok. We exchanged a smile.

    And then , it all started with a simple Sorry...
    ~Anshika��
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    My submission for Fun Task #13 #daadisbae

    #pod #mirakee #wn #readthisJ #writersnetwork

    This is #fiction + #nonfiction ����

    Thank you for such a beautiful prompt��
    @unloved_poetries

    And also a big thank you to all those who will completely read it. I love genuine readers.

    PS : yeh lamba nahi bahut lamba h����

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  • crushed_popcorn 63w

    @suranjana__ I felt like I can share my POV about a blind man falling in love rather than his.
    #daadisbae @mirakee_ki_naanima

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    When a blind man loves you!

    He doesn't know if you are pretty.
    But he does recognizes your inner beauty.
    He is better than those men who chases the naked curves of woman.
    He is blind but at least he isn't necrophilic.
    Because the skin and flesh without soul is nothing other than a corpse.

  • artist_without_art 64w

    Happiness

    Maybe happiness is a myth
    We keep chasing
    Does it actually exist?
    What is it really?
    Is it a utopia we can never reach ?
    A brief respite
    from daily misery?
    A form of escape from
    The dilemma we face daily?

    Or is it serenity
    That comes from acceptance,
    From letting go of
    What is not meant to be?
    Does it lie in a baby's first cry ?
    Is in nature's beauty?
    A song that captures your
    Bittersweet feelings?

    What is it really?
    ©artist_without_art

  • the_frozenn_heart 66w

    //•Foreshadowing the day's end,
    moonlight smells like
    fathomless echoes of the
    screams of her soul from the grave.

    There she stays obscured
    In the parterre of dead roses.
    Diurnal, she would swallow
    the melancholies that her
    inamorato gifted her and
    would spew wilted hopes.//

    As I walk from the megalomania of my desires to the memoirs of your reality,
    the hush of mellow zephyr shivers my clavicle and an instant clutch of thoughts rolls down my throat through an ooze of sanity.
    And I live in the world where imaginations are beautiful and reality isn't that lovely,
    where curve of my lips no more elaborates the vibes of ecstasy.

    //She paints those moments
    with the sanguine stains
    of her body.
    The dancing droplets of rain
    lands on her lifeless body
    and drenches her with
    reminiscence of those beguiling
    moments with him.
    Those bijou luminous fireflies
    no more ignites her soul with zest.
    The croons of those katydids
    no more sounds dulcets to her.//

    Now stages of my life turned into immortal stories evoking the thunders of retrospect,
    where the aurora of flashback plays a vintage radio flickering storms of my intellect.

    //A blanket of serenity
    covers the whole necropolis
    Everytime she sits on
    the bridge of heartbreak
    And stitches poem with
    those metaphors that she
    Purloined from him once.//

    Fake love, broken trust, dead hopes, unravelled promises,
    withered the walls of my heart
    dearranged the statistics of my heart beats
    and turned my pale fair skin crimson brown,
    where adjectives laugh at me,
    metaphors ignore my existence,
    maybe because I'm no more a noun.

    //She is a debilitated soul who is waiting
    since aeons for her beau to take her back
    With him from where he jilted her//

    Entangled in forbidden thoughts,
    •words and scars collapsed into a pale and obscure desolation of unwrapped memories,
    where the allusion of my mortal soul took shelter on the horizon of poetries.

    Autumn leaves fell and my heart failed too,
    but I'll live for myself
    because I've got a beautiful life too.
    And I'll fly with the wings of my dreams and swim with the gills of my ambitions,
    and prove to the world
    that I'm the persona of my own reflection.

    ©the_frozenn_heart and @redolent_smile

    Challenge by @mirakee_ki_naanima
    Lines 1 and 4 are used.

    Team name: Coherent Astrix

    #daadisbae #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @mirakee_ki_daadima @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    ~Sadrita
    ~Purva

  • redolent_smile 66w

    sᴏᴘʜʀᴏsʏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴀs
    __________________________

    //•Foreshadowing the day's end,
    moonlight smells like fathomless
    echoes of •the screams of her
    soul from the grave.

    There she stays obscured
    In the parterre of dead roses.
    Diurnal, she would swallow
    the melancholies that her
    inamorato gifted her and
    would spew wilted hopes.//

    As I walk from the megalomania of my desires to the memoirs of your reality,
    the hush of mellow zephyr shivers my clavicle and an instant clutch of thoughts rolls down my throat through an ooze of sanity.
    And I live in the world where imaginations are beautiful and reality isn't that lovely,
    where curve of my lips no more elaborates the vibes of ecstasy.

    //She paints those moments
    with the sanguine stains
    that are lingering on her
    faded skin since aeons.
    The dancing droplets of rain
    lands on her lifeless body
    and drenches her with the
    reminiscence of those beguiling
    moments with him.
    Those bijou luminous fireflies
    no more ignites her soul with zest.
    The croons of those katydids
    no more sounds dulcet to her.//

    Now stages of my life turned into immortal stories evoking the thunders of retrospect,
    where the aurora of flashback plays a vintage radio flickering storms of my intellect.

    //A blanket of serenity
    covers the whole necropolis
    Everytime she sits on
    the bridge of heartbreak
    And stitches poem with
    those metaphors that she
    Purloined from him once.//

    Fake love, broken trust, dead hopes, unravelled promises,
    withered the walls of my heart
    dearranged the statistics of my heart beats
    and turned my pale fair skin crimson brown,
    where adjectives laugh at me,
    metaphors ignore my existence,
    maybe because I'm no more a noun.

    //She is a debilitated soul who is waiting
    since aeons for her beau to take her back
    With him from where he jilted her//

    Entangled in forbidden thoughts,
    •words and scars collapsed into a pale and obscure desolation of• unwrapped memories,
    where the allusion of my mortal soul took shelter on the horizon of poetries.

    Autumn leaves fell and my heart failed too,
    but I'll live for myself
    because I've got a beautiful life too.
    And I'll fly with the wings of my dreams and swim with the gills of my ambitions,
    and prove to the world
    that I'm the persona of my own reflection.

    ©Sadrita and @the_frozenn_heart
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    Challenge by @mirakee_ki_naanima

    Team name : COHERENT ASTRIX

    This (•_________ •) indicates the lines we used from the given lines for the challenge.


    #daadigotyourback #daadisbae #pod #sadri_writes #optimisticoctober #bluethemeofsadri
    @mirakee_ki_daadima @writersnetwork @mirakee

    @writersnetwork silent treatment chal rha hain kya? ;_;

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  • the_speccy_outsider 66w

    So this is the submission of #team_buddies for the collaboration challenge.
    Writing credits are as follows:-
    First part: Optimistically profound @sunenasharma
    Last part: Me


    Molded by the memories that plucked the blazing moments of my twinkling eyes. Child-like perspective nurtured by cartoons make the childish world seem so wise. Hearty laughs was a boon given by the cartoon shows which cannot be felt even by looking at emojis that smile.

    In today's time, we search on how to self love and care while we forgot the days when we would be our own royalties and superheroes at a tender age. Singing and dancing to the theme songs of cartoon shows would make us transport to a Fantasyland where the innovative minds were not perplexed by the traction of rat race.

    The naive in us still look for animated tales of inspiration, courage, unconditional love and pure emotions for painting our canvas with different vibrant colours. As black and white is no longer recognised as an golden era for living a life as an adult with missing colorful shades.

    ......................................................................................
    It was written in the stars that
    One fine day I'd miss that child in me
    That was once lost amidst the chaos
    During the epoch of Growing up
    And this is the time when
    Those Cartoons called me out
    How I craved for a 'To be continued'
    Or a Happy Ending, due to scarcity of it

    Why did I entangle myself with fallacy
    Envisaging a serene adulthood
    For those animated beings gave me false hope
    To create humour out of discombobulation
    A nostalgic evocative melody of
    Some familiar verse always brings me a
    Mirror of reality, where we don't deal with humans
    Rather manipulative mechanical beings

    Callous prerogative it was to evolve
    Why is it that we can't stay as kids for eternity
    Is the almighty so harsh
    Or are us living beings the true devils
    We build dreams and crush them
    Believing in a better next episode
    But is there really one though
    Or are we nearing what boldly signifies as The End

    ......................................................................................
    ©the_speccy_outsider

    #daadisbae #writingcontest #creativearena

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    Missing the Lost Child

  • say_me_krish 66w

    | REBIRTH OF TORNADOES |

    Tonight, the night sky is drunk on Plath's rhymes with silence, encased in a state of immobile free fall. Foreshadowing the day's end, moonlight smells like the fathomless echoes of the purple-lily scented wind, that makes my windowpane stutter and rattle against my blue coloured-walls, that accompany him as he makes his way towards my tepid cottage with smattering foundations and a strikingly finite number of bricks consisting it. As his blue-eyed face examines this terrain, a hundred blackbirds begin to sing a wayward symphony he composed and recited to another innocent lass a few warm afternoons awash with a plethora of cherry blossoms and swirling dandelions ago. he flashes a crooked smile painted with the colour of discolouration and the smile the shadows of the skeletons in his closet have.

    He met me last winter, and I thought I saw serendipity all around me as he traced the spaces between the words of my favourite sonnet with fingers dipped in yellow paint. I ran away from him in the summer, when I found a knife in the backseat of his car with an autumn leaf lying in a corner, painted in dulcet. He came back to visit in autumn, and the autumn sky turned from yellow to a green that day with a hurricane screeching somewhere in the corner. They called him love, I called him a saboteur of the heavens, who broke hearts at the break of dawn, proved that love was but maroon, and made the glimmer of a July night weak by choking it with rain, fade away into the apocalypse forevermore, to hide, to fear, and to wonder where it all went wrong. I call him death.
    ©_aesthete_

    And death never comes with a knock. It has got alternate keys too; the ones which were stole from cloak-and-daggers when emotions aeriformed from my mouth to his. Tornadoes came in disguise of kissing zephyrs, and I couldn't thwart falling. The fall to the abyss whose walls are painted in black, with a witch giving strange smiles lingering on with guilty pleasures is making me frightened. The autumn leaves are caterwauling for renascence, but their coffins made of forlorn hopes are ready for burial. They who say "Love needs a second chance" haven't met maple leaves till date. I was just applying medicaments of Branded hope to my heart's wounds, and some unordered ones are already ready to stay on; heartaches are my destiny, at the end.

    When lemans come with roses, he came in holding a bouquet of aconites and orange lilies. His teeth which beamed of treachery and misery were covered with stronger enamels. He took my journal and put it to the fires. I saw my epochs being charred into slate shades. I never knew that my graves were kept ready in my garden of dandelions and sunflowers. I just wore a black cloth on my eyes and walked on fire. My legs are burning up my hopes again, they are bleeding misery, but it seems that the crimson-hues flow incessant. Again, he took me yonders away from my bed of survival, his cyanide smiles made it all clear. The pantomime show I made has destroyed me myself.

    I am molded by the memories that plucked the blazing moments of my life; molded into mere bones in choking coffins. The wild sunflowers have wilted upon my graves, and I'm still breathing poetries in my ashened diaries, with a hope, that somebody will come and rebirth my poetries with real metaphors. Will HE come for me?
    /No, it is dusk already/
    ©say_me_krish
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    A collab with the legendary @_aesthete_ as
    TEAM ENIGMA for #daadisbae (Lines 1,2)
    @writersnetwork @writersbay @laus_deo @sunsets #skp_writes #epochc

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  • wild_aish 66w

    First ever collab with the bubbly @bouncy
    #mirakee #funtask12 #daadisbae
    Team: @midnight_wildfires

    The faded scents, of your blazer
    And the persian blue ties. The-
    Platinum cufflinks
    Linen whites and sapphire adorned fingers
    Jack Daneils spilled
    All over those parched lips-
    Magenta lips stitched in pride
    A rose, maddling it's own aroma
    And a nightsky,
    Busy counting it's own stars.
    And then there's a You
    A figurine lover
    And a me- your admirer
    Gladiators and stockings,
    A-line black backless velvet fishtail
    One knee half split,
    Emancipating my shyness
    Our silhouettes, perfectly congruent
    Making love behind the sheer white curtains
    While the winter winds, embrace your warmth and Sends shivers down my spine
    And I dig my nails, deeper,
    Into your coffers, where resides
    All of your darkest desires...

    ©wild_aish

    I wish that you were here to hold me in your arms tonight. Your love is the only thing that keeps me going. I miss looking into your sultry eyes when we’re alone together. Come here, I'll whisper something painful that is //molded by the memories that plucked the blazing moments// of our insatiable carnal urges.
    I remember, your green eyes looking deep into the ocean of my blue ones, lips interlocked, tongues entwined, fingers laced together. I think of our interchanging uncontrollable breaths and your wine tasted tongue in my mouth.
    I wish to have your face in my hairs, your perfume in my breaths. And if only you could get into my body, will you realise how badly I miss you each night, how the thought of you alone makes me intoxicated and the way I feel, what I feel for you, on seeing your tough body, smell the essence of your hairs, hearing, seeing, feeling you living in the edges and corners of my body, only gives me a reason, to live, yet another night...

    ©bouncy

    PS: Lines selected- 1 & 2
    (between double slashes)
    PSS: Daadi-Naani, ankhon mei gangajal daal lena padhne ke baad*janhit mei jaari

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    //Foreshadowing the day's end
    Moonlight smells like the
    Fathomless echoes of
    My moans that sing your name.... //

    ~Aish

  • zeee_zephyrs 66w

    This is my submission for the challege by @mirakee_ki_naanima (using line 6).

    Sorry I was not able to collaborate. You need not consider my post for the challenge but it would very kind of you if you just have a look at this.��

    @mirakee_ki_naanima @mirakee_ki_daadima
    By your पोती/नातिन ( @zaalima_2002 )������

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    The waves show their curve in fleeting breeze
    And the feeble rays of the sun guarantee,
    The water smoothly touching the feet promises to unfreeze
    All my hardships and sufferings with their squeeze.

    The blue sky above and the white clouds
    Are very soothing as away from crowd.
    Where I have the aptitude to laugh and cry aloud
    From tranquility to ataraxy all endowed.

    With glass of juice in one hand and mobile in other,
    The nature as the whole scene choreographer
    Only me, sea, sand, waves and no another
    All gather to provide peace and pleasure.

    Towards the sea I make my way,
    To make a memorable moment, coz I have only today.
    Away from the worldly chaos, lonely stay,
    Relishing the droplets that the tides spray.

    But now it's time for the dusk to arrive
    Go back home and again start the customary life,
    To rejoin work, so as to survive.
    Or I will be thrown, as droplets by water tides.......
    ____________________________________________
    @Zaalima_2002

    #daadisbae #writersbay #ReadthisJ #zeeCollection #zeee_fav
    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    ME AND SEASIDE





    Read Caption..!!
    ©zaalima_2002