Miraquill
~| An antique typewriter |~
My heartbeats halted my motion
And found a companion
Who stole my heart at very
First sight in the fair.
This antique typewriter
Sings the retro songs
When my metaphors feel
Lonely in the night shades
Every 3 a.m.
An antique typewriter, which types poetry
When my breaths get chocked,
And my fingers paralyse
In the whirlpool of modern melancholies.
~| Dried withered rose petals shedding pearls |~
My scarlet gown fell in love
With those dried withered
Rose petals, shedding teary pearls
From a poet's tombstone,
Whose last wish was to see
His poetry playing the
Rhyming syllables to heal
The moon's scar,
When I placed them in my book
I saw blazing rays of sun
Arising from a tombstone cloud,
Instantly my heart started
Bleeding ode biding a peaceful goodbye.
~| Fossils smelling petrichor |~
As I moved inches ahead, my senses
Started feeling holy eternity,
When my fingers glided
Through constellation of fossils
Smelling petrichor;
Fossils mirroring ancient love
And smelling petrichor even today
When love rains from heaven,
Which was once murdered for
Committing the sin of loving
Someone truly with whole heart,
When the world was flooding blood
In the catastrophic world war.
~| A half burnt paper and ashes of sonnet |~
Pious fire still flaming and roaring high
The screams of rhymes and hope
Of a paper not to see her love; sonnet
Turning into ashes,
Alas, the paper is half burnt,
But the ashes of sonnet are phoenix
Embracing a true poet.
~| Broken rocks of moon, oozing poetries |~
My numb canvas of heart
Finally found an abode of
Blissful hues when the
Broken rocks of moon
Oozed out poetries
In my moonless life!
// A fair who rained fair treasure of gems
To my void black life,
Even blackness started
Ornamenting colourful shades
To again turn the blank pages
To poetic spring //
|| A fair who taught me
That the universe which holds
All magnificent gems is
Actually blank and transparent
Like the soul, but what adds
Colours like a fair
Is cascade of words
Fusing to poetries ||
// Exiting this fair
After riding through
Rollercoaster of emotions,
This sleepless soul slept
After ages in the melodious
Lullabies of typewriter //
©rhythmic_beats
#fossils
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rhythmic_beats
54w
Read MoreHmmm...again a failed attempt I guess��
#list #fair #poetry #fossils
#metaphors #sonnet #love #wod
#rhythmic_beats @mirakee @writersnetwork49 66 19
rhythmic_beats
63w
Give me your fossils of scar,
Lemme blossom your soul
Once again by the magic of
Poetry.
©rhythmic_beats44 13 13
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- _anaan__ Beautiful ❤
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- groovy_angel Yes the magic works
Fossils
Remnants of the past,
What stories might they reveal?
This is what we ask.
©dmalachai11 1
Breaking
We spent the afternoon breaking open pieces of slate. Hours spent looking for traces of fern or leaf fossils. You told me you'd always wanted to go fossil hunting, so I said let's go. You had no idea we could find them so close to home, ten minutes away. Silently breaking rocks together, searching for traces of the past.
Cutting our hands open to hope to see a glimpse of something that once was. That's a good explanation of how my experience of love has been. I hope this one is different.
©thelivingghost5 0
জানি না সবাই তোর মতন কি না...
অর্থাৎ তোর মতো হৃদয়হীনা
মাঝে মাঝে দুঃখ হয় ভেবে তুই মানুষ হলি না
নেশা আর পেশা এক হয়ে গেছে তোর
কালশিটে চোখে জেগে জেগে রাত ভোর
তোকে ভেবে আগে কাঁদতাম আজকাল ভাবতে পারি না6 0
spitfire_
212w
Carvings
Found in stone carvings
Story depicted as picture book
Myth fossils left by ancestors
Soil hidding secrets
We kept digging & they keeps revealing
India: Land of many Myths
©adyanta_niyanta
And thank you ♥️