#mundane

221 posts
  • larvenum 1w

    Warm Footed

    "Put One on the Left and
    One on the Right.
    My Slippers Keep Me Warm
    Thoughout the Whole Night."

    ~ Larvenum

  • the_ramble_queen 2w

    Notes to myself
    #life #mundane

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    Everyday

    Life has become a task list
    That's alright
    It provides me with sense of
    Accomplishment & peace!
    ©the_ramble_queen

  • sayuki 3w

    #manga #anime #life #mundane #normal #pod
    Anyone else? What do u do when u want to get away from reality?

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    Mundane

    In a day
    80% of my emotions consists of depressing thoughts..
    10% spent wondering why I'm having those thoughts..
    10% trying to cheer myself up by reading manga...
    Ah..well that's fine!
    ©sayuki

  • manuhere 6w

    सब कुछ वैसा है , हममें क्या नया है
    बयां वहीं है,बेहतर अंदाज़ ए बयां है।


    मनु मिश्रा।
    ©manuhere

  • dusky_21 8w

    TO LOVE OR NOT TO LOVE

    To someone who does not love at all
    There's nothing but Mundane
    To anyone who's in Love with life, self, people,
    work and, moment
    Nothing's ever mundane
    The pigment you garnish your life with
    Mainly depends on your Choice
    whether to Love or not to Love
    ©dusky_21

  • stellaire_mystique 25w

    Yes I once Lived In A Paradise
    Where entering through gate was just all about your changing fate...
    Where settling down felt like everything is about to drown...
    Where meeting people was just my bucket list crown...
    Where eating food were just not the part of our appetite goals...
    Where changing moments were just the part of driving through roles...
    Where sleep cycle was never on its chains...
    Where 3 AM felt like 3 PM..&..3 PM like 3 AM...
    Where time was never the part of our moody desires...
    Where changing clothes was never the only attire...
    Where peaks of the mountains never let me felt like all alone...
    Where frienemis were all about those bombing drones...
    Where walking through crowd felt like the telepathy of eons...
    Where wishing about something was like package of crayons...
    Where being judged by your round witnesses were always about pros and cons...
    Where part of me was never okay around those morons...
    Where being understood by someone was as simple as a structure of photons...
    Where waking up every day was as similar as felt like roses with throns...
    Where surviving through days felt like a tons of scorn...
    Where being nice always comes with a price of dice...
    Yes I once lived in a paradise...
    Where I still wished to be belong just Upright...!!!

    #life#hostellife#frienemis#alone#scorn#belong#paradise#mountains#collegelife#time#attire#roles#mundane#dehumaniser#living#feelings#emotions

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    *Yes!! | Ønce Lived In A ₱aradise...*
    ©stellaire_mystique
    'Read the caption'

  • _s_r_v_ 26w

    Exaggerating the acquital from our own instincts,
    sometimes drives us back into the pangs.


    ©_s_r_v_

  • drishty_das 36w

    Wayfarer

    All you saw was a normal person.
    If only you'd looked deeper into her eyes,
    that still holds the wonder of being lost in a snowy wood,
    has seen the valour of warriors,
    felt the fearlessness of a queen,
    wandered to worlds through a door,
    made friends on lands unknown,
    felt the thrill of meeting The One,
    cherished the moment between lovers,
    shed tears for some farewells,
    swayed to the tunes of the strings,
    slept on the grass under the starry sky,
    galloped around the valleys and towns,
    voyaged to the end of the world.
    If only you had looked deeper into her soul,
    you would know
    she is a wayfarer,
    just not of this mundane world.
    ©drishty_das

  • thewallofsomeone 46w

    [[Done]]

    ["I am so done with my life",
    said this everytime,
    to myself and
    my closer ones around,
    now when I say again,
    I feel like I am now
    so done with saying,
    "I am so done with my life."]

    (#done #donewith #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #mundane #tired #lost #life)

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    Done

    "I am so done with my life",
    said this everytime,
    to myself and
    my closer ones around,
    now when I say again,
    I feel like I am now
    so done with saying,
    "I am so done with my life."

    ©thewallofsomeone

  • voices_as_thoughts 50w

    QUIEN QUIERE SER

    In between and certainly not stucked,
    moving like the mail man, every day from house to house,
    pleasing everyone he is assigned to,
    but there's just this house he knocks then hands over the mail.

    The sidekick in the movies,
    definitely not the popular
    the mundane-looking guy but welps it is just his shell
    he'd prefer not to be handle seriously so when he falls and cracks you'll be amaze for whom he truly is.

    The robot,
    stiff flows 'cause love is a failed brake
    electric twitching and not heart attack, cus the latter cost more,
    inexhaustable 'cause with that he is loving till infinity.

    The potter
    hand him the finest clay
    With you in his mind and God's breath
    He is a husband

    Finally,
    The Utopia
    The perfect world he is in reality to his imaginations
    ©voices_as_thoughts

  • dardanelles 51w

    #pod
    #beauty
    #write

    #writersnetwork
    #readwriteunite
    @writersnetwork
    @readwriteunite
    @mirakee what about word of the Day? It used to be a motivation
    #ghoulfrost
    @ghoulfrost you'll enjoy this again.
    #mirakee
    #love
    #life
    #mood
    #lovequotes
    #writersbay
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    The vested interest
    Those dirty requests
    That vicious look
    How strong you shook
    The selfish motives
    Fooled you;assuming you a novice
    I fell to the ground
    Playing my dirty game around
    I'm vulnerable
    I feel incapable
    To stand to the top
    And topple their dirty thoughts.
    Where I come from
    People like playing around
    Be it your money
    Be it your Honey
    They wanna get laid
    Pay attention Honey!!!
    I have learnt the game
    Have no wish to play
    Life is a one time affair
    Why to bring someone new despair.
    Don't trust me with your heart
    Your lies I write on the flowchart
    Remember not to fill it too soon
    I discard sunshine coz I'm a lover of Moon.
    ©dardanelles
    #mundane thoughts.

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    Demons in my mind

    The vested interest
    Those dirty requests
    That vicious look
    How strong you shook
    The selfish motives
    Fooled you; assuming you a novice
    I fell to the ground
    Playing my dirty game around
    I'm vulnerable
    I feel incapable
    To stand to the top
    And topple their dirty thoughts.
    Where I come from
    People like playing around
    Be it your money
    Be it your Honey
    They wanna get laid
    Pay attention Honey!!!
    I have learnt the game
    Have no wish to play
    Life is a one time affair
    Why to bring someone new despair.
    Don't trust me with your heart
    Your lies I make a flowchart Chart
    Remember not to fill it too soon
    I discard sunshine coz I'm a lover of Moon.
    ©dardanelles
    #mundane thoughts.

  • dhanushkaj 54w

    Mundane lives
    Willingly chained
    Holy followers
    Of the predefined plans

    Think less of themselves
    Unaware of their strength
    Routine is their achievement
    Buying happiness at the Supermarket

    #mundane #poem #poet #lostpoet #lives #life #holy
    @mirakee

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    Mundane Lives

    Mundane lives
    Willingly chained
    Holy followers
    Of the predefined plans

    Think less of themselves
    Unaware of their strength
    Routine is their achievement
    Buying happiness at the Supermarket
    ©dhanushkaj

  • pallavi4 55w

    Blue

    Blue the colour of my door
    Blue the sky above
    Blue the veins in my arm
    Blue the colour of my love
    Blue the shutters of my windows
    Blue the brushes dipped in paint
    Blue the morning glory in the garden
    Blue the villagers quaint
    Blue the vase full of flowers
    Blue the water in the sea
    Blue the fluttering butterflies
    Blue the hue dearest to me
    Blue the mood when I’m down
    Blue the fresh blueberries
    Blue the shade of the ferry
    Blue the book full of stories
    Blue the peacock with colourful feathers
    Blue the colour of my shoe
    Blue the shiny Saphire
    Blue the house in which I grew
    Blue the ink that I write with
    Blue the music that soothes my soul
    Blue the most beloved teapot
    Blue the stain of my favourite bowl
    Blue the moon that shows every 40 years
    Blue the dandelions waving in the wind
    Blue the colour of her eyes
    Blue the bluejay that softly sings
    Blue the god that I worship
    Blue the wool that gets entangled
    Blue the smocking in my dress
    Blue the tinge of my bangle
    Blue the lakes of the earth
    Blue the play truck left in the mud
    Blue the shade of lapis lazuli
    Blue the colour of royal blood

    @pallavi4

    15th of November, 2020

    Pic credit: writersbay

    #picturec #blue #writersbay @writersbay #mundane #musings #thoughts @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee @barasiya__

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  • sangeetamagar 57w

    Realization

    Clinging to the already slipping hands
    Clinging to the moment to not let it pass
    For the fear of the tomorrow
    Seeking desperately for the calmer air
    To not just simply pass out
    The pain laughs until it's unbearable to hide
    In the curtains of the broken, desolate part inside
    The realisation doesn't come until it's a thing of the past
    Sometimes it's better to let go than just holding on.
    ©sangeetamagar

  • warriorofthenight 58w

    @ak_2020
    Time travel! Not sure if this us what you had in mind though.
    #time #rush #mundane

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    Time Travel

    We think of time travel
    As a magic for science to unravel
    But reality?
    If we'd think past our mortality
    We'd see there truth-
    We time travel since youth.
    We blink and it's over
    We wait and don't trust that 4-leaf clover
    That we cherished as kids.
    But now a rush for the money
    Rids us of that in-the-moment
    Makes everyone your opponent
    We travel through days
    No happiness stays
    Monochrome lights and coffee mug rings
    We promised as kids we'd never fall to these things.
    I look back- was it years?
    Seems like days, this worsens my fears
    Rat race, beat the pace,
    Someday time will stop racing
    We'll slow down then;
    Too bad we don't know when
    We'll end up in the minute.
    Once you're at a social event
    Next you see you're at work-
    What is this torment?
    It's like a game,
    Blackout minutes and missing hours
    No time, no time to smell the flowers
    Maybe someday science will build a time machine
    But for me, I've already seen
    How fast time can go.

    ©warriorofthenight

  • james_taumas 59w

    Bad day

    Dark dreams
    Nightmare's edge
    Haunts every turn
    Infection spreads
    Fortunes sour
    Irritating pemonitions tap
    Wary of the mundane
    Trouble arrives
    Expected but unprepared
    Just a bad day
    Passes like a storm.

    ©james_taumas

  • scary_squares_sai 59w

    Life is confined to a cubicle
    With a bright screen in front
    Time drips by in a trickle
    While for some fulfilment, I hunt.

    I go along with reality's flow
    With a groan, a sigh and a grunt
    I tell myself when I feel low,
    Some more years, bear the brunt.

    And then I wonder if that's really true
    My future's predictability I confront
    I ask myself if I can start a life anew
    And put up with the risk of such a stunt...

    So I resign myself to my current fate
    Of slowly becoming routine and blunt
    Until life throws open somewhere, a gate
    And gives me a sense of purpose, like a diversionary shunt.

    ©scary_squares_sai

  • keehoor 61w

    Waiting

    a lazy afternoon, the clouds hang low
    a soft zephyr sways in and out through the arms
    of bright green avenues of Saraca and palms
    the dark pink of Bougainvillea liana
    creeps along the fence
    a hundred birds sing in harmony
    all but the drumbeat of monotony
    such vibrance outside, now bothers me inside
    months on end, within walls of a structure
    imprisoned body or imprisoned mind
    which leads to which?
    the zephyr now has entered in—
    it blows upon my skin, tenderly caressing
    promising me some tranquil, some respite
    as uneasy hours of a well-fed day drop slow
    into the steady rivers of time
    I accept day, I welcome night
    where's the boundary separating the two?
    where should I draw the line?
    I wait—
    this waiting takes us nowhere
    heavy, I lose balance
    heavy, I sink into the bed
    heavy, I wait
    ©keehoor

  • random_nandy 61w

    A Day

    Snoozing in the morning,
    Staring at the screen,
    Shouting of the vendors
    Blaring in the speakers,
    Fighting of the siblings,
    Calling of the parents,
    Brushing in the breaks,
    Background of my learning.
    Shouting of the tutors,
    Asking "Are you there?",
    Answering"I'm here",
    But still unheard.
    Blame it on the rain,
    That makes me feel dazed,
    Dreaming of wonderland,
    But answering the call.
    Staring at the clock,
    Wondering of jobs,
    I will never take up,
    To feed my stomach,
    That never shuts up,
    For three times a day,
    Sums up my day.
    ©random_nandy

  • artsy_choke 66w

    #mirakee #toxiclove #mundane #pod
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    Tick Tock Tick Tock
    There plays the metronome,
    And to the beat
    my feet tap frantically.

    "KEEP UP WITH THE RHYTHM"
    The notion plays repetitively and incessantly,
    Like white noise in my head.
    I swear I try my best
    to not confuse
    The half notes with the whole,
    To not rush into the crescendo,
    Or go too slow.
    Pacing gently with steady bravado,
    Matching each word of yours
    With equal glory or more.

    Bleeding fingers with hardened callus,
    Dilated pupils with distraught breath,
    but a voice without a soul.
    Perspiration without inspiration,
    I cannot even hear myself anymore.
    In the beaming timbre of your voice,
    My soft overtones are lost.
    Was the pitch of my voice always this low?

    But wasn't this our song and not just yours,
    Even though the lyrics that I wrote
    Lay tattered on the floor.
    Maybe I should have built a wall,
    And practised my melody in a separate hall.

    Keeping up with your rhythm,
    I have lost the rhyme to my verses.
    And now i sound like the screeching Lyre(bird)
    You do not want to listen to anymore.

    Keeping up with your rhythm,
    I have lost the rhyme to my verses.
    And now i sound like the screeching Lyre(bird),
    I do not want to listen to anymore.

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    Nevermore, nevermore.