Miraquill
हवस से झुलस गयी है रूह ,
अब ज़हन में पर्दादारी का चलन चला है ।
©nadaan_falak_shayraa
#lost
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There's this war. A different one where
I magically yield myself for your sanity
and I fight for you during your insanity.
©madm0nk -
fayello
8h
Read MoreI have always been lonely
Until I met you
You put happiness within my heart
And all I could ask for was more of you
I have always been sad
And captive to the illusion of life
With no compassion from others
And all I could see was my down fall
But when you came
Everything changed at your presence
I was set free of my sorrow
And looking at your smile was my retribution
But without you am not alive
It's not the same anymore
My heart is torn apart
My world is shattered to pieces
I need you by me
To feel you is all I wish
My heart can't take your absence anymore
And my tears keep flowing
#pain #confession #sorrow #lost #confused #mad #lonely @writersnetworkSad expression 1
I'll let my poems express my sadness cause without you am just an empty shell
©fayello -
Pyaar badhta hi jata hai waqt ke sath, suna tha logo se maine.
Tera pyaar kam ho gya ?
Jhooth khte hai wo log, sach yahi hai sayad maan liya maine.
©officiallyallok -
deep13gk
9h
Jo apki baat ko
Bina bole smjh jaye
Esse insan ko kabhi
Mtt khona kuki
Kisi kisi ke nasib
Mein hote hai
Esse log
©deep13gk -
Chaos
And we stood there.
Lost in each others eyes.
It was complete silence.
A void.
But,
but only our hearts knew the chaos within.
©putinwords_1 -
:)
sonchtai rahai ki puch lai hum haal unka
fr yaad aaya kis haq sai jakai puchai hum haal unka
_rakiamanzoor -
The lost artwork
The impalpable carvings
that I portrayed on walls,
the inimitable flawless designs
that I embossed on cards.
Yessss , you got the right
hold of my identity which is mine no more..
Art is an indispensable part of my life.
It was my oxygen to breathe, it was
my eye to witness the scenic beauty!!!!
People used to praise my unitiring
Calibre and innate talent. The paintings
surely had a revolutionary and indelible impacts
on the minds of spectators....!!!!!!!
With deep deep misery and agony
I surrender my artwork and artistry,
this activity and passion is the only source of
ecstacy to me.
However, I no longer mould picturesque views into
paintings.Instead, the life has started
painting my own destiny..... !!!!!!!
©sonalipoeticstyle -
Will you?
Sometimes I wonder. If I ever go away, if I ever vanish without a hint, will you come looking for me?, will you try to reach me?, will you ever wait for me?... Or will you just move on, like you did, even when I was still there, even when I loved you like no one ever has... I have no answer for that but I am too afraid to take a step, I am afraid I will be a loser again, I'm afraid you will get used to being without me, I'm afraid you will never come looking for me...
©slaughtered_heart -
renukadeshpande_
18h
//Lost//
So, what was it?
What broke you they asked,
I stared at them for a moment,
As I knew I couldn't tell them,
For it was the pain that I had to mask,
As saying or not,
It didn't make any difference,
For the war was already over,
I had already lost,
I know it's hard for them to believe,
Or to trust it at all,
That a cheerful artist like me,
Can be taken down to rust,
And can be this lost,
For they still remember the crimson,
And the cheerful red,
But now what is left on my pallette,
Are just the black and the greys,
So why did you stop, they asked,
Pressing my trembling lips hard,
I looked at them unable to say,
For what they asked,
Wasn't just about art,
It was about me, my destruction,
And I didn't knew where to start,
How do I say,
That I don't wake up nowadays,
How the light from the window,
Makes me afraid,
How the nights that I loved,
Are now nothing more than darkness,
How no matter how much water I add,
I always end up with a dry palette,
Yes everything is just the same,
The canvas is still blank,
And I still have plenty of paints,
But as soon I try to create beauty,
I end up drawing a blob of pain,
My hands shiver,
As I hold the colours,
Ending with strokes that are mayhem,
So I just stopped,
Stopped painting again,
As now I couldn't paint with colours,
I now painted with pain,
So,
Why did you stop?
Why did you lose art?
They asked me again,
For I felt my throat clench,
As gulping my pain I stared at them,
A tear trickled down my face,
As I answered them in a whisper,
"That no, it wasn't just the art,
It was myself that I had lost."
- r .d
©renukadeshpande_77 7 16
- love_whispererr Many many congratulations
- morsel Damn,this is such a heartfelt read
- morsel A beautiful poem,amazing choice of words and flow
- morsel Wow
- mch_randomthoughts This is so touching
-
anshera
19h
APART FROM ME
Carrying my talent , on one wheel broken cart
I used to translate my miseries into my art
The pen I hold in my hand
No money has a value to value them
But as highly paid professions we are not treated same
The less respect for the writers , is changing game
No love for me I can see
Best company of mine "ART" used to be
The unsaid words in my mind is fading
Staying away from my art is hurting
I fight bravely with all my heart's wound
Trying to heal from the negativity my body consumed
I miss those days with pen in my hand
How I use to change Happy from being sad
My art used to be a part of me
Due to society now it is APART from me
-Anshera Mulani
©ansheramulani2616 2 2
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writersnetwark
A poignant piece storing the gloom of an artist vibrantly . The words are melancholic and metaphorically marvellous in their own tune . And the rhythm of rhymes it got is par excellence .
Amazing creativity and masterpiece . - anshera @writersnetwark thankyou soo much
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writersnetwark
A poignant piece storing the gloom of an artist vibrantly . The words are melancholic and metaphorically marvellous in their own tune . And the rhythm of rhymes it got is par excellence .
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I unlocked it today,
the dusty memory box
counting it's days under my bed.
Opening with a creak
as if yawning after a good sleep,
showing me the microcosm
of bittersweet emotions.
I see the picture of a little girl
pouting in her school uniform
with a barbie in her hand,
and sass up her sleeves.
And right after the photoshoot,
she feasted on a chocolate cake.
Ah ! Mom always knew
the way to fix my mood.
Like chapters of a book,
I flipped through the albums
taking a quick look,
recalling good old days
of the little girl growing up.
I'm glad we didn't have
phones back then,
how else could a thick diary
contain my life's snippets ?
In between its pages,
laid the withered petals of a rose,
just a souvenir of my first love !
The scribbled pages
with cuts and folds
looked prettier to me
than the clean unused ones.
Inked with troublesome
thoughts of teenage,
cute confessions,
the list of best friends
and boys I liked,
"how embarassing"
I said with a sheepish chuckle.
A rosemary scented candle
rested at the bottom corner
the one I blew
on my sweet sixteenth,
and a magic pen dad gifted me,
the only magic it ever did
was make me realize
how good of a wish granter
every parent is.
And yes ! The coffee mug
I had custom made
for their 30th wedding anniversary
brewed my heart.
"That's enough for today"
I sighed and closed the lid,
sliding the box back to its place
with the might of an arm.
For these chronicles of past
make me choke within,
times might have changed
but I'm still a little girl
with wishful thinking,
who would like that box to be empty,
to relive those days again
with her long gone mom and dad.
©vishakhasarkar14 2 2
- gibkin Hey, do you want to get your writings published in a book? MSG me on instagram @poem_pickk for details
- lost_horcrux Well penned
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मिलते नहीं हैं अपनी कहानियों में कहीं
जब से खोए हैं उनकी निगाहों में कहीं
©_the_introvert_boy__ -
deepakmandal
2d
कुछ बारिश बिन बारिश की तरह ,
कुछ तुम अपने माज़ी की तरह ।
जैसे बारिश हो रही और कहीं,
कोई भीग रहा हो और कहीं ।
तुम वो सब कुछ समेट कर,
भेज देना मेरे पते पर ।
जैसे देख रहा कोई और कहीं,
और आए नज़र कोई और कहीं ।
©deepakmandal -
a_gentilischi
2d
Read MoreOkay, this took a lot of time, but it was really worth it. I really enjoyed the Sijo, so I wrote seven of them!
Thanks for this wonderful challenge @writersbay I've learned so much in these few days ✨��
2021.06.18
Written rights : ©a_gentilischi
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay
#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
#attic #wov5 #sijo #seven #broken
#scars #stroms #dreams #musings
#agentwbwov #lost #sevensijosMUSINGS
(of seven half written Sijos)
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They never knew that the monsoon in the glow of gloaming
Would make the sky shudder and scream, as if the storm was foaming
Like the dark desolation of a stymied sonnet in mourning
.
Morning is a faded fever dream, the warmth of times long gone
Though the floods rise high, their sustenance is a poisonous cyclone
Now the words are silent specters, parched and dry, skin hanging of bone
.
Borne out of pulsating pain, arced lightning tears through the skies
Hallowed heavens open up, and its heart is a hell of lies
The Sijos begs for answers, but are gifted hollow "how"s and "why"s
.
Wise were the gods, that were told to grace halls of paradise
With their lyres, lutes and scrolls, unseeing omnipresent eyes
The Sijos searching truth, were given an uneven rolling dice
.
Dies the half bloomed inspiration, cries the moonbeam struck tide
The night kisses the storm, as darkness spreads far and wide
The Sijo shivers, a lost animal, silence strokes its sweat slick hide
.
Hiding in the windowless attic, as cold currents creep
The mangled metaphors hunger, for the beauty they must reap
While the strangled Sijo lies prone on the floor, dead or dreaming deep
.
Deep in the land of Somnus, seven Sijos dream of stars
Of flying free in seas of prose, beyond the attic's rusted bars
Come the morning, they'll rise in glory, reveling in their scars
.
©a_gentilischi83 69 34
- a_gentilischi @san_wordzz Thank you, Sanya. It's always such a pleasure when you read my stuff
- a_gentilischi @_the_nightmare Awww, thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
- writersbay Wonderfully penned.
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hafzikr
@a_gentilischi Aww I'm so happy
Same here my 1st lang. is Sinhala but haven't tried much. But I really really wish to read you in Sinhala oneday! - lovesmessenger Wow my friend that was amazing! So much effort and thought. Beautifully done Watson!
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Melting Roses
10 roses down the street , ten roses in my hands
I thought i was living .
10 lives lived at once or 10 deaths endured by unknown lands
Red wine soft music and dance
10 steps forward 10 steps down
What if i could stop thinking and knock that door across town
10 roses in my hand 10 roses gone
I've come a long way and its almost dawn
Someday oneday when i have shorter days and longer nights , i will grow 10 roses for you and 10 roses for your man.
©tulikachatterjee_ -
uniqueeunice
3d
Love is like a rose
Getting high on its fragrance
Which draws one closer
Beautiful sight to behold
Forgetting it's full of thorns
Love is a rose full of thorns
Will the thorns pierce me?
If I love?
©uniqueeunice -
Once the kept trust is lost
Its ever lost!
©aparnaa__periasamy -
marlven
3d
Read MoreSerenity: state of being calm and untroubled...
Going through the situation where we become just body and not able to analyze the situation and how to deal with it under pressure is worst feeling...
At this time some moments of peace may help to bring back ownself to the present and continue on work...
Conversation with ownself is much needed at this time...
#mind #mess #life #lost #mirakeeWhen mind finds messiness in life,
It demands some moments at natural place....
An Evening Serenity before sea...
©marlven -
©thelogophilia
