#mundane

215 posts
  • drishty_das 2w

    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 12w

    [[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 16w

    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 17w

    #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 20w

    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 21w

    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 23w

    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 24w

    @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 25w

    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 25w

    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 27w

    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 27w

    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 32w

    #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.

  • pseudipta 39w

    Weave me
    a fabric of sanguinity
    And lead me astray
    Strip away the mundane
    And blow me away
    Fabricate for me
    a web of distractions
    And feed me priceless lies
    Just deliver me from reality,
    I ain't asking for paradise

    ©pseudipta

  • sugandhswani_ 43w

    That One Hour...

    There worked the hourglass,
    One grain at a time,
    But time didn’t seem to pass,
    As she stayed for a sign,
    That one hour felt like a year,
    While she waited by the door,
    In anger, pain, and fear,
    For her departed paramour.

    There worked the hourglass,
    One grain at a time,
    But time slipped counting stars,
    While the wind whispered through the chime,
    That one hour felt like a second,
    As he held her hand there,
    Weaving dreams with imagination fecund,
    For such moments were rare.

    There worked the hourglass,
    One grain at a time,
    And the time ticked as the kids lay on grass,
    While they enjoyed their ice cones with lime.
    That one hour felt like what? An hour!
    Sitting and laughing, and joking around,
    Not thinking of the past or the future,
    Just listening to crickets making their sound.

    Such is the beauty of the concept of time,
    It could mean different to different people.
    THAT ONE HOUR could be still or slip or run by fine,
    In the moments happy, or mundane or dull!

    15th June 2020
    ©sugandhswani_

  • musingsofriya 44w

    Lost.

    I feel tired, with this mundane life.
    I feel lost, hearing all those meaningless words.
    I feel betrayed, by people's action.
    I feel nothingness, at times looking at the world.
    I'm running, running and running in search of something,
    Without even knowing what I want.
    And every time, I come face to face with the haunting question, "What am I doing? What's the purpose of my life?"
    It hits hard, right on the sore spot.
    ©musingsofriya

  • sayaliparkar 46w

    [ Hopeful again ]

    Home is breathing peacefully
    As it holds us together/ mundane
    Has become magical/buds are
    Breaking free from leaf-cases/to
    Be the flowers they always wanted
    To be/eyes are greeting new
    Dreams/ fear has left its room
    Empty/my words are well placed/
    A yellowed sheet of paper is
    About to witness a hopeful poem
    Again.

    -Sayali Parkar

  • _iankitsingh___ 52w

    What Is The Matrix

    This construct,
    That has been built by either us or them,
    That we are not going to be affected by any of this, any sooner,
    That our vices won't consume us viciously in the end,
    Or What's given to us in the abundance, which we label as mundane on a daily basis, is indestructible.

    This belief that few of Us are invincible, isn't in itself a bit too vulnerable,
    The nights we repeatedly waste glued to the screens in our hands, won't cost us,
    The faintest of disbelief that death, or disease won't get to us 'cause of our riches,
    This whole web of illusions that we are caught in,
    Is the Matrix.
    And the worst part is,
    We don't know it,
    And those of us who are starting to know,
    Are having trouble believing.
    ©_iankitsingh___

  • julyhues 59w

    Laggard

    is how a bard feels
    when there's nothing substantial to write
    whén the wind doesn't caress
    when the sun isn't a delight
    someday the ink of the pen
    and the thoughts in the mind
    crawl like a snail
    after an inch, they wind
    The puppet-like hands
    refuse to dance
    the threads lose their charm
    are these days mundane
    or are these thoughts banal
    when nothing stirs
    no one enthrals
    the colours in the sky
    the ripples in the water
    the nectar in the flower all seem to be a blight
    So is a dull bard's plight
    ©julyhues

  • mayank0706 63w

    The Mundane Mornings

    At exactly 4:55 AM, Every day my phone alarms rings
    And my mind ponders, what this day would bring

    I snooze the phone alarm and keep under my pillow
    But I get half awake, and see my day in an abyss hollow

    I look at the clock, on the opposite wall
    And I get to know, that anytime I would receive my mum's call

    I slowly get up on the bed and sit
    Thinking if there is any way this job I can quit

    Its amazing how cold the floor remains, when I touch my feet
    Nothing comes to my rescue and I accept my defeat

    I take few steps away forward
    And this strange feeling comes that I am again ready to become part of herd

    I look at the mirror knowing I should rush
    But I get ready with all the silence and my mouth shush

    After brush, I rush towards the bathroom
    And I take exactly 20 minutes to groom

    I look at the mirror again
    I pick up my bag and switch off lights and fan

    After closing the door, I take few fast stride
    So that I can make on time to catch my ride

    I open the door of the cab and see wide space whose void I have to fill
    And then I look at the driver and start the day with a mild fake smile drill
    ©mayank0706