#fern

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  • jophin 44w

    Ferns on the broken wall
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    There stood a wall of old red bricks,
    sculpted as a fence that now lays in its ruins,
    around a beautiful paradise called home,
    where life once ticked like a metronome.

    While memories leaned on it for many ages,
    time stood still on it gazing muses,
    celebration planted next to it always bore fruit,
    flowers sprouted on it grew relations cute,
    sun, rain and wind tried their might,
    moon, stars, and streetlight lit it in the night,
    birds of every season sang on it for all,
    while tiny snails crawled on this damp wall.

    And as life, spent growing days into years,
    all promises and expectation slowly veers,
    and dreamers leave for another abode,
    while emptiness creeps in down the road,
    knocking over the wall of old red bricks,
    and covering it with ferns to hide all ruins.
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    ©jophinkulangara 13Dec2020

    #time #pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite
    #fern #ruins #broken #wall #life

    Disclaimer: Original pictures used in the background are not mine. All Credit goes to the respective owners. I do not claim any right over them.

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    Ferns on the broken wall

    ••••√°°°°°°••••√°°°°°°°°°°•••√°°°°°°°
    There stood a wall of old red bricks,
    sculpted as a fence that now lays in its ruins,
    around a beautiful paradise called home,
    where life once ticked like a metronome.

    While memories leaned on it for many ages,
    time stood still on it gazing muses,
    celebration planted next to it always bore fruit,
    flowers sprouted on it grew relations cute,
    sun, rain and wind tried their might,
    moon, stars, and streetlight lit it in the night,
    birds of every season sang on it for all,
    while tiny snails crawled on this damp wall.

    And as life, spent growing days into years,
    all promises and expectation slowly veers,
    and dreamers leave for another abode,
    while emptiness creeps in down the road,
    knocking over the wall of old red bricks,
    and covering it with ferns to hide all ruins.
    ••••√°°°°°°•••©jophinkulangara 13Dec2020

  • qaynaat 189w

    Wild Fern~•*

    It rained yesternight...
    I missed you...

    And the wild fern
    this morning,
    Did not wake up
    with the spring sun...

    She curled within
    her mouth of green,
    And hugging her heart
    of rainwater: leftover,
    went back to sleep...

    It rained yesternight...
    My Janaan,
    I missed you...


    ©qaaynaat

  • rito_amidst_abnegations 211w

    ZERO PERFORMANCE QUOTIENT

    Have you ever FELT chained down?
    Ordered around?
    Your MASK forced down?
    ... pressed hard ...
    till your skin burned?
    RED, is the colour of the devil - the heart burn.
    RED, is the hue,
    of the love you,
    never knew - a heart yearns.

    But she, oh she saunters in TEAL.
    Young ferns under naked heels.
    She embraces the perfect turquoise.
    Liquid; the Sun weaves on it like an arachnid,
    her wholesome musk - the only lead.

    Thick vanilla waddles through the comforting cool and... and holy elixir SWIRLS around her undulating mounds, filling up her pungent crevices, coursing her secret thermopylae.
    Her quivering navel... submerged, a plaything for the pisces.

    I drink after her.

    A ravishing amalgam of my SINS, constantly uncovering my purpose, perpetually feeding me desire to go on. The mast which leads me astray to astral meadows.

    Finity never could emanate GLORY, she DIDN'T BOTHER to, in all her haste prancing around in a state of eternal motion.
    Happy and free.
    Well, life itself WASN'T GLORIOUS, only a happy mistake, an accident.

    And after all that has been said and done,
    we are all really just silhouettes
    while the sun sets,
    MELANIZED
    and then, even our contrast dies.


    ©rito_amidst_abnegations