#magicalmay

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    Breathe hope the problems are not permanent

    Ending moonie's may here (73)

    @squared @fromwitchpen hum teeno ko line se EC mila ����

    #mooniesmay #magicalmay #mjblsbh

    #Impermanence @writersnetwork

    Ayee Second time today �� Thank you !!

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    You all know right, I love the moon ����������


    #magicalmay #mooniesmay

    #katuata (5-7-7) @writersnetwork

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    Maybe then they will see magic in my scars!

    Or maybe they will proceed with laughing only!

    #magicalmay #mooniesmay

    #katuata 5-7-5 @writersnetwork

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    #katuata 5-7-5 @writersnetwork

    Keeping it simple
    I may write one more

    #magicalmay (69)

    Thank you for EC ��

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    Ik zyada hogaya ����
    Meko apni tareef pasand bhai
    ab tumhe pasand nahi toh bye bye ��

    #magicalmay

    #dearprom - iske aur liners aaynege InshaAllah

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

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  • inked_selenophile 26w

    An idiot will find this lame ����

    #heritage @writersnetwork��

    #magicalmay

    I selected 3rd meaning

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  • inked_selenophile 27w

    Kuch zyada hi imagery hogaya yeh �� Sehlo thoda sa

    #imagery @writersnetwork �� (66)

    Comment down your fav line

    #unfilteredcontent #magicalmay

    #unfoldc @writersbay ��

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    POETRY SMELLS LIKE HOME



    1) poetry smells like the curved smile
    on broken lips carrying chaos in the heart

    2)It smells like shattered pieces
    of sweet pain

    3) It smells like truth in the blanket of sins

    4)It smells like UNFOLDING beautiful melody from broken strings

    5) It smells like the soothing cologne of the first kiss

    6) It smells like serene pages of the book

    7) It smells like a starlit chorus of rhythm

    8)It smells like a wounded bruise on the skin

    9)It smells like a chapter of metaphors, rhymes, syllables

    10)It smells like maa lap and baba's soft hugs

    11) It smells like rainbow reflecting alliterations

    12) It smells like a shaded scar of the moon

    13)It smells like broken silence of ink

    14) It smells like the sun's gleam on a dark abode

    15) It smells like e sun delivering heavenly twilight

    16) It smells like magical droplets s of clouds

    17)It smells like a beguiling aura of the moon

    18) It smells like teardrop smudging the blush of cheeks

    19) It smells like existence in the absence of a dead lover

    20) poetry smells like you, It smells like me!!

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 27w

    Haan haan,
    Mein time nikal kar roti hun ��

    Saari barsaat aaj mei hi karungi ��

    #magicalmay #dearprom

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  • inked_selenophile 27w

    ta'assur - impact

    Mein saans bhi loon tujhe chahe bina ab hoga na yeh humse ������"

    #magicalmay #urduliners

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  • inked_selenophile 27w

    #face #magicalmay

    #drizzlec @writersbay

    I have finally attempted WB's prompt after 6 months ����

    @writersnetwork �� @mirakee

    Mein_jo_bhi_likhun_sense_banta_hai ����

    Idk if this makes sense !?

    24 May 2021

    GOD ���������� !!
    Thank you, WN for the repost (5)/63 ��

    To my readers- This moon girl loves you all ����

    Thank you for 1000 + 1 shagun ����

    #moown

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    FACE-

    In the tissue of my flesh,
    each cell carries stars forming a constellation of verses,
    For my face is a piece of poetic art
    that holds the universe's sweet touch!


    HAIR-

    Like a wacky poem
    of unexpected twists and turns
    My hair is silky
    and straight in the front,
    but curly in the end
    //with every blowing wind
    strands of hair fall on my face
    whispering rhymes//


    EYEBROWS AND FOREHEAD-

    Like how a poet connects
    a poem with each rhyme
    My bushy eyebrow
    connects each other
    // with each joyful and furious
    event it raises aloft
    making creases on the forehead //


    EYES-

    Like how a poem
    carries a DRIZZLE of love
    and pain verses
    My kohl eyes carry water
    to decorate the dried skin
    // with each blowing incident
    it reflects thousands of emotions //



    NOSE-

    In between the words of verses
    how poetry breathes love
    My nose inhales and exhales
    reminding me of the existence
    of a lifeless soul
    // with each up and down,
    it mercilessly chokes the breath //



    LIPS-

    Similarly to how a poet
    with a broken heart scribbles about love,
    My smile keeps a fake wide image
    while hiding the broken silence.
    // with each tolerating discomfort
    it learns more to gleam //



    CHEEKS AND CHIN -

    Similar to how a poet adorns the stanzas with half kisses and half scars
    My cheeks carry pink skies
    compressing half acne and half blush
    // with obvious comments
    it attempts to color them black //

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 27w

    I thought of writing kuch acha but nahi ho paya ��
    Ismei kuch aur add karna chaha woh bhi nahin ho paya ��
    Sorry!

    #tale @writersnetwork #cg_city_chall #magicalmay (62) ✨

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    I'm writing to you this letter
    after a long time
    to inform you that
    I'm still living in your poetic essence.

    I'm no longer in your city,
    but I'm still keeping up
    with what's going on with you.

    It's been 3 years,
    but I've heard that
    you're still listening
    to the same melody
    that we used to hum
    while drinking tea.

    And I have also heard
    that your fingers burned
    while lighting the lamp,
    but yet you did not leave the pen

    Holding it
    with your burned fingers,
    I heard
    You are still scribbling
    our memories on the crumbled papers.

    Maybe
    we are not together now
    But, darling,
    I swear I'll find a rhyme
    for you in every stanza
    to tie our verses together.


    //Our love story
    is like dreamy folklore
    which weaves
    poetic fairy tale.//

    ~Not in real life
    but in verses,
    I promise to greet you
    as space beside every word~

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 27w

    @rumanrulesneverend �� bade din hogaye tag nahi kiya aapko ��
    .#mooniesmay #magicalmay

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  • inked_selenophile 27w

    #journal #magicalmay

    @writersnetwork �� @mirakee

    I love moon ����������

    Hope you all are doing good �� (61)

    Thank you for EC ����

    Thank you for showering unconditional love in the comment section I am grateful ������

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    On Monday,
    Inhaling the aura of my existence
    with each heartbeat,
    I was lying on a bed of pain,
    wrapped in a blanket of hope,
    Scribbling poems on the wall.

    On Tuesday,
    After getting out of bed
    sitting in a chair of heartbreak with sore eyes,
    I turned on my lights to
    recite the poems I scribbled in the dark.
    //Carrying a void in my heart, this time I only allowed my tongue to fall for the sweet lies//

    On Wednesday
    I opened the dusty window
    which was closed for about 2 months,
    I stood there for a while to let the air cleanse my wounded soul
    To steal syllable sounds
    for composing a poem
    I let the chirping bird
    perch on the window's sill

    On Thursday
    Holding tears back in my eyes,
    I watched the same ceiling.
    Avoiding the thunderstorm of my heart,
    I paid attention to the playlist of my songs.
    Listening to it
    I saved the wounded lyrics,
    later to beautify them in a poem.

    On Friday
    With the belief in innocence,
    I kept my door open
    allowing children to play,
    to fill my laughter over tears
    Watching them,
    I captured their hidden energy
    to let my weak poem sustain

    On Saturday
    I smothering darkness went outside
    and sat beside maa to soothe my soul,
    to fill my lungs with poetic essence

    When maa filled my mouth with ladoo
    I collected the leftovers spilled on the ground,
    to complete my half-written poem

    On Sunday
    Raising curtain from long-hidden scars,
    finding my existence back in the moonlight,
    I walked outside,
    And there watching
    the moon smile crescently
    I found a lost piece of my poetry
    I found myself

    ©inked_selenophile

  • inked_selenophile 27w

    The rain was shrieking loudly, sweat was trickling down my entire body, and I was walking down the lane where I came across the graveyards of dead poets.

    Walking barefoot in between graveyards, I witnessed stories that a poet can't recite.
    The wind was too strong, carrying the essence of heartbreaks, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw flowers blooming with lovers' tears.

    As a gust of fear metaphors blew by me, I heard the terrifying sound of the syllables. I was astonished to notice that the phrases were sprouting on each bone of the cranium.

    I stood there and looked at the broken grave where I noticed a cloth on the chest that concealed screaming stanzas of a dead soul.

    I noticed
    " The senses were cold, and the eyes were closed,
    The beating was stopped,
    The body, which had been wrapped in white, had become dusty,

    But the soul sobbing in grief making haunting noises by turning the pages of a heartbreak book,
    was alive !"

    I awoke terrified, rubbed my eyes, and walked over to the window to turn on the lights realizing it was a "Nightmare".

    ©inked_selenophile

    I get sweet dreams of the moon �� writing about a nightmare was out of the box for me but still, I tried!

    @_the_nightmare �� aaj tumhara din hai ����
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    #nightmare @writersnetwork @mirakee ��
    #magicalmay


    OH GOD �� , Thank you, WN (4,60) ✨

    Thank you so much, everyone ���������� #moown

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  • inked_selenophile 27w

    I even saved the rusty threads from my mother's woven old doll,
    But I feel alienated,
    When I notice people disregarding mother-sewn sweaters for a more modern look

    I have kept my first earnings until now,
    But I feel alienated
    when I look at people blowing their earnings on frivolous items.

    I relentlessly let my scars twinkle like stars in the sky
    But I feel alienated
    When I glance at everyone else covering them up.

    I try to hear the voices behind the silent cries,
    But I feel alienated
    When I see people closing their mouths in protest of injustice.

    I shed tears, observing someone in pain
    But I feel alienated
    when I watch people making fun of others

    I have kept the old letters of my first love till now,
    to preserve my memories of love until death
    But I feel alienated
    When I see people changing the relationship in two minutes

    After prayer, I sit on a prayer mat for about an hour talking to God about my happiness and distress
    But I feel alienated
    When I gaze at people rushing through their prayers

    I always wish to spend more time in this world. I enjoy my life,
    But I feel alienated
    when I discover people wishing for death.

    //Though I painted my soul with poetic words
    I feel alienated
    As not everybody in this world understands poetic essence//

    ©inked_selenophile

    This was not meant to hurt others and also here I am not praising myself!

    Sorry and Thank you in advance ��

    #alien #magicalmay

    @writersnetwork �� @mirakee (59)

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  • inked_selenophile 28w

    //Relation with the food they asked?
    And this Hungry soul smirked//

    The cuts on my hand make me feel that I am half alive. Every morning when I wake up, Maa tells me to listen to bird whispers because their happy sound can fill my night's empty stomach.

    Dad instructs me to weep over the dried leaves on the floor and then to burn them all together, to burn my hunger in that flame.

    Maa cooks half roti every day at noon and my heart yearns for softness as I look out the window at hungry people, Sharing the remaining it with my half-aged friends. I fill my stomach halfway with roti and halfway with water.
    While washing the utensils, I drain my last bit of hunger.

    And at night talking to the moon about the daily chores I drink tears flowing from my eyes to sustain hunger

    //To me, food is like shattered words colliding with the poet's ink to keep love (hunger) alive.//

    ©inked_selenophile


    Pata nahi iss duniya mei kitne log khane ko tarsate hai May Allah help and heal each one who suffer with hunger

    Just think how blessed you are !

    #meal @writersnetwork �� @mirakee (58)

    This makes whole sense to me thank you

    Thank you for EC ����

    #magicalmay

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  • inked_selenophile 28w

    Not even kidding

    Idk ....!

    #magicalmay

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  • inked_selenophile 28w

    While everybody recommended me to write about love to feel the pleasure
    you simply asked me to look into your eyes because it gives you the warmth of sonnets

    ~Darling, you are like a short poem that expresses the long feeling ~

    While everybody called me the moon and made me blush
    You said to me "You are my moon, who will caress my soul in the darkness"

    ~Honey, you are like a crescent moon that narrates secret sparks with a smiley light~

    When everybody said I am beautiful but not with those acne scars
    You made me feel cute by praising my scars and calling them gorgeous.

    ~Sweetheart, you are like the space between the stars which carries the calmness~

    While everybody stabbed my wide-open heart
    You meticulously designed it with poetic frames

    ~Love, you are like the dipped metaphor in the drowned ink of verses~

    While everybody skipped the pages of my book
    You patiently recited it with love

    ~ honey, you are like the rhyme that sews the poem's ending~

    When everyone sang love ballads to me
    You tucked my hair back delicately and whispered a kiss into my ears, making me feel the taste of love.

    ~ Darling, you are like a fictional character who portrays an unusual love ~

    ©inked_selenophile

    I find your love unusual ����
    Stop being this cute all the time ��������
    I moon you ��
    He almost had tears after reading this!


    Still on writers block �� baad mei I will write achay se ���������� shayad ��


    #spectacle #magicalmay @writersnetwork ��(57)

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