Mirakee
Colours of life
Spills of dark shade
Staining upon me with time
As pain lingers on my fate
Well those colours belong to me, all of it mine
It mimicks all the happiness and sorrows on my face.
Celebrating the colours of life, as they gleam over us and shine.
©ashu
#poeticsoul
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We were busy gazing the stars
When the ground beneath our feet trembled for hope
We were busy wandering over dreams
When the reality pierced upon us like a fork
We were busy shuffling our clothes
While many scuffled to earn a living, our folks
We were busy enchanting for our faith
While greed clamored upon us in haste.
©ashu -
You heal me,
with your love.
My wounds
stop bleeding.
My heart opens
to your touch.
I feel the magic
in loving you.
©audenpilgrim -
The woods are calling your name
The leaves are shedding
their worries and pain
The roots slithering through
the soil you claim
The wind hooting through
those tall steady cane
That meek silence caped
under that dense rain
Mother nature holds its beauty upon its veil.
©ashu -
And when
I miss you,
I thirst for
your touch.
You, my love
knew how
to water
my old soul.
©audenpilgrim -
Bewildered around corners
Dipped under solace of a loner
Spattering verses on journals
Sulking up under that
rage of sheath as an armour
I chose to be in dark as I found
peace in tunnels
And with the lights emerging
I found the grim shadows of lonelyness growing taller.
©ashu -
Behold your drink
As you surrender
to grims of its bitterness
Untill the melancholy
of life sinks
And you become numb
inside that skin ,
leaning upon the
escape you've felt.
Until the cascade of vain
rattles and whims.
©ashu -
I wish I could be in your dreams
Holding your hands, adoring that smile
I wish I could capture that moment as it seems
I wish I could lay hands on your hair
Stroking those curly hair strands
As I move close to your forehead I love that bindi you wear
Your cheeks as subtle and soft like your hands
Oh I wish you could look into my eyes and see that vain I bear
I wish us together could make sense
But as soon reality pierce in, I could see our past tattered into pieces , the pain we share
The silence hovers all around us , it is infact dense
I hear your laugh whispering in my ears and I love the idea of you beeing around me all my life I swear. -
The scars wont be the same
Those marks wont be your shame
the failures wont be the ones to blame
in the end your struggle
will denote your name.
©ashu -
The pen smudges the stories
The ink spatters the pain
The words decipher all your worries
The paper absorbs all your struggle and stain
As the poem pours out that scuffling tale of vain out of the chalice
The readers sip on it grieving it's plot, the essence of it sustains.
©ashu -
Under your skin I see the innocence
Under your skin I see the way you cringe
all I see is affection as you spatter it so immense
The days you feel inferior it starts to pinch
The days those fair skinned people try to lynch
Spilling out disgust , the dominance they rinse
But your skin its just a moulding upon your soul, the outer portrayal is like a mirage it's just a jinx.
It's your heart and soul that rises above all this rigidness, your smile uplifting the wings
The sanctity of your true self lies between your soul and your heart , on that hinge.
©ashu -
The bells have rung
The prayer has been sung
Pleading upon the lies ,
our sins clinging upon
our soul has flunk
As we bowed upon the
almighty acting us monk
the devil outlawed upon
our mind ramming the gong.
©ashu -
She stood under the umbrella
Shivering with cold, silence dwelled absurd
The rain showered upon with symphony and Acapella
She gazed upon those crippled shelters, habbitating some beggars
Consuming the await,
her hope demented as she waited for him mellow
Her tears held upon the melonchony
of life us she grieved upon their concourse
All the sorrows gushed down upon the sewers , their dreams left upon to float.
Those loose knitted rags
patched their scars and remorse
she gratifies her vain boarding the taxi, according their life as they laid down as sloth.
Thosr window panes of the taxi
shunned down all that noise of poverty ,
alas those meek voices choked.
©ashu -
You fucking
drive me
crazy,
yet you
fit in my
world so
well...
How can
someone
be so
perfect,
yet
imperfect?
©audenpilgrim -
She is the light
my dark soul
brightens up to.
She is the joy
my wounds
heals to.
She is the peace
that calms
the chaos
within.
It would be
extremely
painful for
my heart
and death
to my soul
to stop
loving you.
©audenpilgrim -
serinktherapy
8w
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My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
Stuck with bitter sweet time till the end.
Half seconds to break my heart, decades for it to mend.
My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
Days mesh to months, those months to years.
As I try to hide and carry on through the fear.
The fear of this worlds creation, finding a place amongst the chaos.
Trying to stay neutral in all the biased cases of ethos.
Though it seems even the radicals have been silenced by their sadness.
The worlds in disarray, there is no more method just pure madness.
I mean YHWH himself couldnt even have planned this.
The worlds living a lie, future generations have been forcibly curtailed.
I refuse to believe that somehow we already failed.
I feel all the pain and see the dissarrangement.
But its easier to see clear without years of sheeps wool entertainment.
But how do you get the masses to take off their blinders?
When we were born with them and were given extras as reminders?
Mind stimulated from birth to be tame.
But we are more than just our ID's, more than our names.
More than any possession, any 15 seconds of fame.
Exactly what we are worth; cant possible be measured.
But with our great value comes responsibility and there lays the pressure.
For we are just the protectors
Of something much more precious!
We have the knowledge and resources to make the right choice.
To protect all biodiveristy and give the voiceless and voice.
To be truly the guardians of the galaxy.
Explorers of the stars, held together by gravity.
All intricate parts of an ancient modern puzzle.
Who need to vow to not give up no matter how hard the struggle.
I can foresee the logistical nightmare, but still know we must try.
For the nightmare is a dream of heaven compared to what will actually transpire.
If we dont help mother nature reclaim her spot as queen of earths empire.
My biggest enemy, my very best friend.
Itll sure be lonely for you if it all comes to an end.
For we will be no more, no rythme, rhyme or reason.
But there would be no better fitting punishment for commiting this type of treason
Than to be cast in pure darkness for an everlasting time
Just know ill will fight against it, my biggest enemy and very best friend of mine.
From a child of the universe
To the bitter sweet body of time.
©serinktherapy -
vishwadeepkiran
8w
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And before
our bodies
make love.
Let my heart
make love
to yours and
your soul
make love
to mine.
Our bodies
will fade,
but our
souls are
forever.
©audenpilgrim -
dr__aditi
9w
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If flowers would have known
that they are loved differently
for their different smell and colours,
they would have definitely stopped by now
smelling different
and blooming in different colours,
A beautiful soul like that never retreats
to be the one to initiate the change
against discrimination
or inequality, knowing very well,
every flower is a different species
and it is their uniqueness that makes
them what they are.
They are not defined by what others
feel about them; but how they recognise
their self and know what their qualities are.
©dr__aditiFlower
If flowers would have known
that they are loved differently
for their different smell and colours,
they would have definitely stopped by now
smelling different
and blooming in different colours,
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The darkness is not what you see outside
It is infact inside you
Shading the sins you have committed
Inserting the needle filled with greed that is serrated
The venom flows inside you, as in the corner darkness awaited.
©ashu
