#joyfuljune

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  • inked_selenophile 23w

    Alone and she fell from the sky (combination)

    #combination @writersnetwork

    Thank you for Ec��❤️
    End of #joyfuljune

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    Alone she fell from the sky
    to get dipped in the
    painting letters of the poetry
    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 23w

    Surma- It is an Indian traditional eye cosmetic.

    #story @writersnetwork @miraquill

    #joyfuljune (97)

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    For advanced studies,
    I was away from my family,
    living in another city,
    and today is the day I'm returning home.

    I missed my train and
    I was walking back alone,
    thinking I'd book the train again.
    Then, on my way,
    I saw a truck with
    a group of people in it,
    and I persuaded them to join me
    because the destination
    was close to my town.

    My pleading was accepted,
    and I was seated with
    more than 15 other people.

    A little boy next to me
    had layers of Surma beneath
    his eyes and I smiled at him
    because it reminded me of my father
    who always told me to put it on
    whenever I went out to protect myself
    from evil people's gaze.

    The little boy ran to her mother
    and glimpsing that moment
    I remembered my mother
    I recalled her saree core with which
    I used to wipe my sorrows
    My heart was racing with
    the want to tell my parents
    all of the secrets I had
    kept hidden and buried
    in my heart alone.

    Reminiscing about it all
    brought tears to my eyes,
    and when the woman asked
    if I was okay,
    I hesitated to speak with her
    since I didn't feel like expressing
    my emotions with her.

    But, my heart was insisting
    me to lighten its burden

    Still, I smiled fakely and
    said I am okay

    Later, the members were engaged
    in sharing secrets
    And It was my turn,
    I took a diary from my bag
    and recited a poem

    "I often say I am a poet
    And I often heard that
    they pour pain to heal

    I daily sketch my life
    on a blank page
    And I often heard
    that when we write on papers
    they fade the essence of loneliness

    I often play with rhymes
    and metaphors
    And I often heard that
    they hide and wipe our emotions

    I daily live with darkness
    And I often heard that the moon
    is alone in the sky

    Though I heard all this often
    I no more find hope
    in poetry and moon
    I no more breathe
    I am no more alive"

    The people around
    occupied a moment of silence
    and I realized I had arrived at my destination.

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 24w

    Covering
    every
    inch
    of
    pain


    Framing
    letters
    of
    rhythmic
    chain

    Verses
    create
    a
    poetic
    lane

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 24w

    *Ghalib Shayaris- poems of Ghalib

    Mirza Asadullah Baig Khan,
    also known by the pen names of Ghalib and Asad, was an Indian poet.

    I am a night lover and writing about the blue sky was quite difficult!

    @poeticgirl -
    The sky reminds me of you ����"

    #joyfuljune #prose

    @writersnetwork

    Thank you for EC ❤"

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    I borrowed a handful of blue sky
    from my last lover and I moved on
    by molding my fancy pain
    I am no longer the broken person now

    The blue sky gave me a pocket of
    pink clouds with apricot-stained kisses
    which had a thick silver layer around it.

    The clouds and I often talked about
    the heaviness we both carried
    and with each look at my broken heart,
    the scars hidden behind their blush
    compelled them
    to pour a gentle kiss (rain).

    And oftentimes the rain drizzled
    the soothing rhythm calming my soul
    pouring hope in my withered heart

    and the wind
    covering every inch of my struggle
    leaving the scent of morning meadow
    whispering the secret of strength
    made me cherish to love myself

    The blue sky also gifted me
    mild golden sun,
    I remember my last love while
    offering me the shelter of his coat
    warned me about the heat that it
    drips from the layer of the sky.

    Anxiously keeping his memories aside,
    I sighed and gazed at the sun.
    It peeled orange hues
    promising to gift me the moon
    in the night.

    The blue sky blessed me
    with morning stars
    which had a thin silk lining
    that resembled the cuts of
    his nail marks I had around my neck

    Hiding behind the doors of
    clouds and sunshine,
    the stars and I regularly talked
    about Ghalib Shayaris
    grasping the tune and
    essence of poetry

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 24w

    A R T O F S M I L E

    There is an old woman on the road
    Who has cut the ties
    from the art of smile
    as she was left abandoned

    Her eyes search for home
    and she tries to find
    the rhythm of her existence
    in the crumbled dried
    leaves on the road.


    A R T OF E X P R E S S I N G

    There is a man (a father)
    who has cut the ties
    from the art of expressing.

    He holds up patience,
    hiding tears of pain and
    tries to find peace in the family


    A R T O F S A C R I F I C I N G

    There is a woman (a mother)
    Who has cut the ties
    from the art of settling

    She hugs everything
    which comes in her way,
    accepting even the sacrifices.
    She makes an effort
    and finds serenity in adjustment


    A R T O F L O V E

    There is a young lady
    Who has cut the ties
    from the art of love

    She was betrayed
    at a young age,
    that now she fears
    accepting affection.
    She tries to build
    an abode in the hatred


    A R T O F P O E T R Y

    There is a poet
    Who has cut the ties
    from the art of fiction

    The poet was daydreaming
    about the fiction chapters
    of the tale which was penned
    Now the poet tries
    to compose the truth of life

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 25w

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  • inked_selenophile 25w

    Samjh rahe ho ����

    #joyfuljune

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  • inked_selenophile 25w

    #rainbow @writersnetwork

    #joyfuljune

    I changed my username
    because I can no longer write
    I will read you all ����

    Thanks for EC ��

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  • inked_selenophile 25w

    #joyfuljune ..

    MOON IS LOVE ���� (223)

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  • inked_selenophile 25w

    Let people live
    Stop being rude and judgemental ����

    #farcry (maybe)

    #joyfuljune #loveislove #pridemonth

    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    #tautogram @writersnetwork (87)

    #Joyfuljune

    HOPE ��
    Thank you for the feature @/miraquill

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    #tautogram @writersnetwork

    #joyfuljune

    Thank you for EC ����

    @squared ����"

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    Maybe ��"

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    THESE ARE THE EXACT WORDS FROM MY DIARY

    COULDN'T BE MORE HONEST !!

    DISCLAIMER - This is not a write-up,
    I might delete it.

    #lockdown @writersnetwork

    #joyfuljune @mirakee

    Thank you for EC ����

    PS- To all the readers yes I am punctual ����

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    Thursday
    May 6th, 2021

    Dear diary,
    As usual, another day
    of lockdown started.
    I got up at 5.30 in the morning
    to offer namaz.

    At 6.00 am,
    I went to the terrace
    just to have a morning walk.
    I enjoy the sunrise,
    the chirping of a bird,
    and the calm atmosphere.

    As no one in my family
    awakes early
    I call him, we talk for
    about 2 hours
    ignoring the whole world.
    (Don't ask me what we talk
    because even I don't understand
    it is just the time passes )

    I cook from 8 to 9 a.m.
    It's time for everyone to get up,
    so I make breakfast and tea.
    After a refreshing bath,
    I ate breakfast with my family, 
    and my brother pointed out 
    that there is less salt. 
    I gave him an irritated look, 
    and dad told him that we 
    should never point out such things
    we should never in life make
    the next person
    feel guilty for their work.
    (Lockdown or no lockdown
    our day always start
    with dad's advice )

    At 10.00 am,
    I logged in for the online
    class and as usual,
    I am the first person to
    wait for my other classmates
    (Sometimes I feel
    I am over punctual, maybe)

    Along with the lecture,
    I was scrolling through
    the mirakee and Instagram
    paying half attention to classes,
    I scribbled poems.

    I had lunch with my family
    at 1.00 after namaz, 
    and then I returned to my classes. 
    I heard a voice from 
    our next-door neighbors.
    I was peering through the window, 
    watching the domestic violence 
    in the house.
    I can't believe my eyes
    that there are still women
    who face injustice, 
    and what made me numb 
    was the fact that people 
    were watching it quietly.
    (I hate myself
    for not helping them)

    Till 5.00,
    I completed all my daily revision
    (I just love completing
    my studies on time)

    At 5.00 pm I made tea
    and I was sitting with my mom
    on the balcony and
    we saw my competitor
    washing the clothes and
    mom began lecturing me
    about how lazy I am.
    ( I am kind of jealous
    I don't like her, she does showoff )

    At 6.00 I made dinner
    and had my food
    I eat early before sunset
    just in hopes that
    I can lose weight.
    Later,
    I sat in the hall with my
    parents where my dad and I
    mock my mom and her serials.
    we love pulling the leg of our mom.

    And again at 8.00,
    The rest of the family ate food
    And my mom forcefully fed me.
    I shamelessly ate again.
    (I can never do a diet xD)

    At 9.00 after offering namaz,
    I heard that our old asim chacha
    died due to covid and I just sobbed.
    (The bond which we shared was
    like daughter and father.)

    Every day I hear the
    news of people expiring,
    it's heartwrenching
    and we can't do anything
    except hoping and praying.

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 26w

    A letter to hope ♡ @inara__

    #gratitude #joyfuljune #unfilteredcontent

    I haven't mentioned the moon here because I may write a separate letter to it ��

    @writersnetwork @mirakee

    Thank you for the EC ����

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    LETTER TO HOPE

    [10th June 2021]

    Dear hope,

    You always run behind me,
    every minute to make sure
    I don't break my own heart.

    In the corner of my room
    when I cry and wrap darkness
    you gently hiding yourself
    kiss me to survive the next day

    Carrying a void in my heart
    when I sleep on maa's lap
    I find you there filling
    the broken gap between
    my heart with laughter

    With dried eyes
    hiding a lot of emotions,
    when I make eye contact
    with dad,
    you make them drizzle
    mercilessly to express the fears

    With the forsaken
    thunderstorms of my heartbeats
    when I hug my lover,
    you in the form of
    his forehead kiss
    allow them to beat poetically

    When the words of my poetry
    disappeared from the pages,
    you remained as the
    fragrance ink on that faded paper

    Dear hope,
    I find you in Maa's lap,
    Baaba's gaze,
    in a lover's soft hug,
    and in the faded pages of poetry

    All I can say is,
    Thank you for providing me
    a shoulder to cry on
    and thank you for the warm
    hugs in my every low,
    thank you for allowing me to
    wrap my sorrows around you!!

    ~ From an individual
    who is surviving because of you

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 26w

    #abandoned #joyfuljune

    @writersnetwork @mirakee

    I hope I didn't make a mess ��

    Thank you for EC ��

    @moon_bunny ����"

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    To feel the edge of loneliness,
    I went back to the abandoned house

    Outside the house,
    I heard the sharp haunting sound 
    of a huge tree with its dried
    leaves on the ground,
    It felt as if it was describing
    the bleakness of home.

    I went near the house, 
    the door lock was rusted,
    I tried hard to open it 
    but couldn't, 
    so I walked a distance away
    in search of rock and
    there I saw an old woman
    crying about being ignored 
    by her family members,
    I saw her being abandoned. 
    I took her with me and 
    tried to unlock it again with the key, 
    and it opened.

    I felt like the old house
    sympathized with the old lady.

    *I forced her to take
    a seat in my car *

    I went inside the home,
    the dust from the roof
    was falling over my head,
    without caring about
    the dust on my clothes
    I walked few steps
    I opened the unclean window

    There, I saw two abandoned children,
    the elder of whom was singing
    a lullaby to the younger one 
    and pressuring her to sleep 
    on a layer of leaves.

    Even though the house was dark,
    the sound of the soothing child 
    was reverberating throughout it, 
    helping to alleviate the forlorn feeling.

    My gaze was drawn to the wall,
    and I noticed the broken lines
    that looked like cuts on my veins, 
    and my fingers refused to touch it 
    because for a person like me,
    know how it feels to caress the bruises.

    Later,
    I saw the faded painting on the wall,
    I stood there for a while
    remembering what it could be
    and when the flashback appeared
    I was holding tears in my eyes
    and the nameless poem
    beside that painting sobbed with me,
    sharing the story of being abandoned.

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 26w

    #abandoned @writersnetwork

    #joyfuljune #wod

    I will try one more after my class ends!!

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    And autumn whispered
    that I am not alone in
    being abandoned!



    ©inked_selenophile

    you are welcome �� @anautumnleaf


    #autumn #wod #joyfuljune #concrete (maybe)

    @writersnetwork

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  • unsaidwordsbyme10 26w

    Autumn
    The shading of leaves,
    And arrival of beautiful colors to leaves
    Convey us ,to never leave ourself alone.
    ©unsaidwordsbyme10

  • inked_selenophile 26w

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