#imagination

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  • wafflesantos 46m

    #musings #wov5 #adventure #sijo #childishmusings #childishadventures #imagination #soar #voyage @writersbay #writersbay

    it breathes out some rattles of stories past and present whims
    hums the childish adventures to pirate bays and island coves
    coaxes wind to kiss the sails that starts the voyage to distant shores

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    Electric Fan Musings

    it breathes out some rattles of stories past and present whims
    hums the childish adventures to pirate bays and island coves
    coaxes wind to kiss the sails that starts the voyage to distant shores

    ©wafflesantos

  • ms_spring 13h

    Unreal Reality

    I love imagining myself in a different world

    In someone else's story

    I found that watching those stories I forget all my worries.

    Its just so simple to move out of this real world with unreal people.

    And imagine a world of your own which maybe unreal but have people who are much more real than the real world.

    The vibe, aura, personality of the people in that world can make me feel happy because I have created them with the abilities or qualities I like and I also can control their behaviours.

    Whether they are cruel or kind hearted, good or bad, happy or sad they still are better than the people of the real world.

    I know that its just my imagination but its really beautiful than my reality.

    The unreal world that I create in my mind is far better than this real world.

    ©ms_spring

  • khushi_07 15h

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  • kri_k_sni 1d

    #multiverse #wod #kri_k_sni #imagination
    @mirakee
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    And thxx @mirakee for Editor's choice ��
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    I linger, in this mundane agglomerate of chaos,
    in the pursuit of my identity.
    And I've come to realize that the longer the years pass by, the brighter and more immense are the possibilities
    Even when my mind wanders in faraway places

    I find bits of myself in movies, paintings, in people
    I find intriguing, in a poem scribbled in someone's drafts with lousy handwriting and coffee stains

    I am everywhere.
    I am a multitude of art forms and
    brilliant minds behind them.
    I soon realize I can't afford to be distracted.
    It's like my identity is in constant metamorphosis and it unfolds through endless possibilities lying within this multiverse.
    Too many possibilities for such a short life.

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    When i look at you, i feel a sense of deja vu
    i get this strange feeling that this isn’t our first time
    together as if we’ve already met before

    how the sound of your voice and the feel of your skin against mine is something so familiar to me
    the way your eyes flicker towards mine,
    gives me a sense of home
    or the way you hold me,
    gives me a feeling that i’ve been in your arms
    a thousand times

    even though it’s impossible
    but maybe, just maybe there’s a possibility that
    we’ve been through this scenario
    a thousand other times

    maybe we were something beautiful and magical in another lifetime, a different place, some other universe.
    ©kri_k_sni

  • nitsuj 1d

    Multiverse

    In my own universe, I've managed to climb up the hills of dysfunction and misunderstanding, while in another universe I'm the type of guy knows what he wants and willing to take any trial that comes his way. Always willing to take risks. With a sole ambition of finding a solution to all the world's problems.
    ©nitsuj

  • tryambak 1d

    In the end.....

    Loving her was a beautiful journey,it felt like my life is filled with the rainbow colours , being apart was like a water cycle that never ends. Her memory was like oxygen which was needed to be alive.

    ©tryambak

  • feelings_never_fade 2d

    Sometimes it's better to leave everything to move!


    ©feelings_never_fade

  • thebhavnasaxena 2d

    Announce - Renounce- Renaissance

    Oh my heart,
    Be as a petal,
    Let's float away
    To happier times
    Where there are
    Berries on the grass,
    And swings on mango trees.

    Oh my heart,
    Be not the cold graveyard,
    Of moments I shudder to
    Look back upon,
    Let's light a bonfire,
    Borrowing some fire
    From the sun, and plunge
    Into it all the skeletons
    Weighing you down.

    Oh my heart,
    Will you be my guiding star,
    Let your spark ignite my soul.
    Oh my heart,
    Won't you be my marching drum,
    Let your beats announce to the universe,
    Here she comes, reborn in the sea of time,
    Descending upon a world in chaos,
    Like a spell from eons ago,
    There's an enchantment in her touch,
    Revolution is its name.
    ©thebhavnasaxena

  • pratae 2d

    Everyone have there favourite star
    Who lives somewhere very afar
    We imagine what if we meet
    How will we even greet ?

    I feel the same when I see Bangtan boys
    Who becomes happy even when they get toys
    Those who teach us how to live
    With there songs and dance indeed
    Who have struggled and enjoyed.

    Seven members, simply the best
    No one is less than rest.
    Every member taught us how to love ourself.

    I hope I can meet you all
    Sooner or later
    If not here than
    May be in a Parallel Universe




    I hope to meet you some day.
    Bts army #BTS life #myboi #bts #mirakee #words #imagination #random #Nepal

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    BTS

    Everyone have their favourite star
    Who lives somewhere very afar
    We imagine what if we meet
    How will we even greet ?

    I feel the same when I see Bangtan boys
    Who becomes happy even when they get toys
    Those who teach us how to live
    With there songs and dance indeed
    Who have struggled and enjoyed.

    Seven members, simply the best
    No one is less than rest.
    Every member taught us how to love ourself.

    I hope I can meet you all
    Sooner or later
    If not here than
    May be in a Parallel Universe

  • _ikraar_ 3d

    "You were never there but still live in my memories"

    ©_ikraar_

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 3d

    DEAR YESTERDAY.

    My dear yesterday, I do not curse you or bear any sort of regret,
    As I couldn't dance on the beats you played, my feet were not aptly set.

    I ceased to gain control over my self, slipped over the greasy roads of emotions,
    I diffused scents of trust blindly even after being pricked with the cacti of betrayal and dejections.

    I would rather consider you as a bunch of pebbles I innocently stumbled upon,
    An institution where I had learnt to fall and rise by myself, dance with bleeding innocence stamping upon each pricking thorn.

    If you weren't an enormous ocean dark, deep, scary and full of challenges,
    I wouldn't have been able to dive deepest and emerge out as the strongest with adventurous experiences.

    You are a part of my life, I can't rewind, edit or delete but I'd cherish you as a bundle of precious life - stories,
    Dark segment of yours noted as life - lessons and silky one safely secured in the diary of beautiful memories.

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquil #writerscommunity #imagination #reality
    #past

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    PAST.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 4d

    PLAGIARISM.

    Writers are like dense canopies,
    Shading from the scorching rays of life,
    Aims a stone at a pond's heart who copies,
    Forming wide ripples of negativity and strife.

    A writer should write only when his feelings accumulate like silt,
    Ideas and emotions, all gushing out and set to be gracefully spilt,
    Stealing contents just to compete or make money is utter nuisance,
    It should indeed be a source of income ,not mere game of business.

    Writer's block is not a disease to be afraid of or sob,
    In fact it's a sign that a writer has done too much of his job,
    But plagiarism is never a solution to the perplexities,
    Rather it's a parasite decaying writing profession and communities.

    Take a deep dive in your thoughts, hibernate longer,
    Come out like a giant whale, bounce back higher and stronger,
    Owning others work illicitly, sooner or later, is bound to make you repent,
    That might give a temporary fame, surely not inner content.

    Readers are like birds who quench their thirst through what they read,
    Plagiarism paralyses their trust, their interest might be caused to bleed,
    Let's not contaminate the pious puddle of writing, let something remain unadulterated,
    A true writer is the only one who strives to keep the garth of literature evergreen, healthily saturated.

    #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquil #writerscommunity #imagination #reality
    #plagiarism #writers #readers.

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    PLAGIARISM.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • jaizspeaks 4d

    When I Look at You

    Every time I look at You,
    I Feel My Heart Beats for You;
    And when My Heart Beats,
    I Dream My Desires for You;
    And when My Dream Comes True;
    I know You are with Me Forever and Ever.

    Everytime I look at You,
    My Day becomes Bright as the Sun.
    And when I see Your Sweet Smile,
    I feel My Heart -
    in the Peaceful Flow of a Brook.

    Each Word sounding in Your Voice,
    Gifts me Pleasure, to Forget My Troubles.
    Your Beauty makes me think,
    of the Angels in Heaven!

    Oh! My Dear Heart
    I Long and I Live;
    Just for You, For You and You Alone.
    ©jaizspeaks

  • sadhnaojha 5d

    Chalo nahi milte tumse ab
    Par Tumhare yado ki sanduk ka
    Kya kru
    Chalo bhul jate hai chehra tumhara
    PAr dil me basi hai jo
    Wo tumhari tasvir ka kya kru
    Aur chalo nii milna nasib me hmare
    Par jis kismat ne hme milaya kisi mod pr
    Us takdeer ka kya kru
    Aur suna hai bandh rhe ho koi nya bandhan
    Jo tumne toda mera bilieve
    Btao na us bilieve ka kya kru

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 5d

    IMAGINATION V/S REALITY.

    He always imagined himself to be one of the most famous and best foot-ballers,
    All his efforts drowned in vain, the platform was stolen by the powerful and nepotism took over.

    She merged days and nights of her youth to absorb her books, herself as a doctor she predicted,
    In the flames of forceful marriage her books got burnt, her wings got clipped off, flight restricted.

    He imagined himself as a prince of a fairy tale ,as he was good-hearted and handsome,
    Her princess never appeared though until the days of joblessness ended, troublesome.

    Bore his child before marriage, forewent her dignity for his happiness, imagining herself with him forever in her life,
    He left his pregnant lady mid - way to struggle alone seeking a virgin lass as his better half, his wife.

    She was listening to her mother's lullaby, whilst on her laps she peacefully rested her head,
    The screams and taunts of step - mom got her out of the thoughts of her real mother, long -back dead.

    She imagined him to be his best friend forever, beyond the blood - bonds she had,
    But he molested her along with his gang, squeezed her dignity, her trust profusely bled.

    She always wanted to do the most pious charity, organ donation that'd remain even after she's gone,
    But she was destined to be hit by a deadly virus and none of the organs fit to be donated, she borne.

    Every year he imagines his farms to be blessed with greenery and grains, plates full of food,
    Rain always ditches him, sometimes wearing the cloak of flood other times draught, reality is indeed rude.

    They raised their babies with utmost care, with the broken twigs of their dreams, they built their nest,
    But once the babies learnt to soar high, they never turned back to visit until their parents fetched eternal rest.

    Reality is the carpet of thorns, put on your attitude and walk with your bleeding soul stylishly,
    Imagination is indeed the bed of roses, let this garth stay evergreen and dulcify your life endlessly.
    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen



    #writersnetwork #mirakee #miraquil #writerscommunity #imagination #reality

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    IMAGINATION
    V/S
    REALITY.


    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • inkandfable670 5d

    Sun shines ,sky stands still
    Scribbler sitting on seashore
    Scribbling scenery of snow.
    ©inkandfable670

  • ekansh_original 1w

    When I was blind for a moment, I noticed the world in a way I never did before.
    I could hear the sounds of steps, pretty usual, yet different. Like they had the tongue of their own and we just never listened.

    When I was blind for a moment, I could hear a man breathing slowly beside me,
    I could hear the wave of emotions hitting against his heart's wall, beat after beat, yet he was still.

    When I was blind for a moment, I felt someone touching my arms, holding it to get me up,
    And that very moment my mind was filled with thousand questions,
    Will I have to be dependent on someone?
    Will I be able to feel the world, like before? Or the sense of it will be different from what I always saw it to be?

    But I was blind for a moment and then I opened my eyes,
    Real world lying in front of my very eyes,
    Or was it?
    I never feel it, like I feel the winds....

    To my dismay, it leads me to a thought or perhaps conclusion, that how we are living in this world with open eyes yet closed,
    For we are always seeing this world, this surrounding changing but we never sensed it.

    While writing this poem, I have evolved as an artist. Hope the readers feel the same...
    #poem#imagination#poetic#mirakee#writersnetwork#original#pod

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    When I was Blind For A Moment

    When I was blind for a moment, I could hear a man breathing slowly beside me,
    I could hear the wave of emotions hitting against his heart's wall, beat after beat, yet he was still...

    ©ekansh

  • sadhnaojha 1w

    Hmare mohabbat ki
    kuchh aisi kahani ho
    Usse mohabbat ka ezhar tbhi ho
    Jb hmare ghrwale raazi ho

  • debbanibose 1w

    Oceans set ablaze.

    Deep within the oceans,
    Two souls set ablaze.
    The roaring tides kept them hidden
    From the chaos of the mortal's maze.

    Tons of water around them,
    Failed to quiet down the doom;
    The glowing ember almost as if
    Arrogantly mocking the fierce Neptune.

    Why do you think the seas cry?
    What is it, that make the oceans divine?
    Is it the lies floating on the surface,
    Or the truths they are forced to hide?

    - Debbani Bose ✍️
    ©debbanibose

  • maknhr 1w

    Desire
    Not strong enough to swim this endless ocean
    Yet not afraid to cross every ocean
    The sun disappeared yet there's moon
    Countless little stars are twinkling
    Yet I can see the brightest one
    At this yonder, I will be there
    ©maknhr