#spectacle

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  • _anxin__ 28w

    Nearly a month ago,
    I alienated a close friend of mine,
    We had so many similarities when we were together, we felt so right.
    I have social-anxiety, but it's okay I was fine.
    But one day I alienated her with my bad temper, indeed I can't control my anger.
    I felt estranged by my close friend,
    I felt so terrible, I wanted to talk to her.
    So, I apologized!
    Things were going well, I was polite to her,
    but she started ignoring me,
    Now we are just strangers.
    She was with her new friends and I was by myself, ALONE!
    But thanks to her, I've come to appreciate my own company,
    I learned to vibe with myself,
    Because I didn't want to feel small or not good enough in a group of people.
    It was the first time I alienated anyone, but I guess I did good.
    I have trouble fitting in with my so-called friends.
    So, I don't need friends.
    It's okay! I'm all on my own.
    I'll be with myself till the end! :)

    By~ @_anxin__


    #Alien #wod #Writersnetwork #mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakee #Spectacle

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    Alienated

  • penguin_series 28w

    Spectacles

    I realised life is not beautiful
    In just various kinds of beautiful..
    we percieve...but
    It is beautiful when
    fire burns against the ugly parts(sin)
    to fight till eternity and enlightening it up
    Here we live it not just percieve!
    If we lost a single step
    we automatically dragged down
    by blackhole and this addiction
    is too much complicated
    to rewoke from it!
    Maybe that day the universe
    will again synchronize
    in balance of black and white
    Maybe the big bang theory
    expands because
    we move towards dark matter
    then igniting own light
    Maybe the Adams and Eves
    fall is repeating again and again
    In our own story
    While we are suffering for light
    And how to go back again!
    In doing something cynical
    There is a kind of monster awakening
    It don't feels like fire
    Heart beats but its cold drum
    Quite heavy in starting
    Noticed the grin emoji?
    It says to hide!

    ©dream_dragon

  • _anxin__ 29w

    Bloom?

    Once upon a time I was alive
    I was a lovely flower once,
    But my only fault was, that I was born in a place where I didn't belong,
    I was born between some wild and ugly bushes,
    So for everyone I was worthless
    I was also ashamed of myself,
    As days passed by, and the rain stopped pouring.
    I died of thirst!
    I was just a little flower bud,
    Who needed care and a little bit of love.
    I spent my short lifetime thinking about,
    That I didn't deserve the things that my heart desired.
    Now I am dead but I shall re born again and this time I will bloom with grace without any regrets, no matter what! I won't stop.

    By~ _anxin__

    #spectacle @mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli #writersnetwork #weiterstolli #bloom #wod #pod #etheree

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    Bloom?

    Once upon a time I was alive,
    I was a lovely flower once,
    But my only fault was,
    that I was born in a place
    where I didn't belong,
    I was born between some
    wild and ugly bushes,
    So for everyone I was worthless,
    I was also ashamed of myself,
    As days passed by,
    and the rain stopped pouring.
    I died of thirst!
    I was just a little flower bud,
    Who needed care and a little bit of love.
    I spent my short lifetime thinking about,
    That I didn't deserve the things that my heart desired.
    Now I am dead but I shall re born again
    and this time I will bloom with grace
    without any regrets! ©_anxin__

  • odysseus_2 29w

    गीत

    भरी बज़्म में दिल जलाते रहे
    जिगर पे वो खंजर चलाते रहे
    किसी ग़ैर की बांह थामे हुए
    मोहब्बत के नग़मे सुनाते रहे

    अजब दुखभरी है कहानी मेरी
    बनी इक सज़ा ज़िंदगानी मेरी
    मेरी जान जिनमें बसी है वही
    किसी और से दिल मिलाते रहे

    जुदाई के ग़म में झुलसता रहा
    शब-ए-वस्ल को मैं तरसता रहा
    भुलाकर वो वादे वफ़ा के मगर
    शब-ओ-रोज़ खुशियां मनाते रहे

    मैं बेताब प्यासा खड़ा हूं इधर
    मेरे हाल की है उन्हें भी खबर
    मगर बनके साक़ी सनम बेवफ़ा
    किसी अजनबी को पिलाते रहे

    कभी राज़-ए-दिल ना सुना दूं कहीं
    न खुद को तमाशा बना दूं कहीं
    यही सोचकर मैं रहा चुप मगर
    मुझे बारहा वो चिढ़ाते रहे


    Loose translation


    She kept evoking jealousy in me at the gathering....and stabbing me in the heart
    Holding the hands of a stranger, she kept
    singing love songs

    Isn't my story bizarre and full of pain?
    My life has turned into a punishment
    The one who means the world to me is
    hanging around with someone else

    I continue(d) to burn in the sorrow of separation... waiting desperately for the night of union
    But she chose to forget her promises of fidelity,
    and kept celebrating during this entire period

    Here I stand, thirsty... and running out of patience...
    Despite being fully aware of my condition
    my unfaithful darling has (turned into a barmaid and) opted to serve a stranger

    I've remained tightlipped as I don't want to make a spectacle of myself by revealing in public the secrets of my heart
    but my sweetheart continues to tease and bother me again and again
    ©charudatta_kelkar


    #spectacle #wod #hindi @mirakee @hindiwriters @writersnetwork

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    Isn't my story bizarre and full of pain?
    My life has turned into a punishment
    The one who means the world to me is hanging around with someone else

    Here I stand, thirsty... and running out of patience...
    Despite being fully aware of my condition my unfaithful darling has (turned into a barmaid and) opted to serve a stranger

    गीत

    भरी बज़्म में दिल जलाते रहे
    जिगर पे वो खंजर चलाते रहे
    किसी ग़ैर की बांह थामे हुए
    मोहब्बत के नग़मे सुनाते रहे

    अजब दुखभरी है कहानी मेरी
    बनी इक सज़ा ज़िंदगानी मेरी
    मेरी जान जिनमें बसी है वही
    किसी और से दिल मिलाते रहे

    जुदाई के ग़म में झुलसता रहा
    शब-ए-वस्ल को मैं तरसता रहा
    भुलाकर वो वादे वफ़ा के मगर
    शब-ओ-रोज़ खुशियां मनाते रहे

    मैं बेताब प्यासा खड़ा हूं इधर
    मेरे हाल की है उन्हें भी खबर
    मगर बनके साक़ी सनम बेवफ़ा
    किसी अजनबी को पिलाते रहे

    कभी राज़-ए-दिल ना सुना दूं कहीं
    न खुद को तमाशा बना दूं कहीं
    यही सोचकर मैं रहा चुप मगर
    मुझे बारहा वो चिढ़ाते रहे
    ©charudatta_kelkar
    ©servant_of_words_csk

  • solyjust 29w

    When you defend on your home, you simply defend on your existence. That’s called a courage not a terrorism.

    ©solyjust

  • atd 29w

    May 19, 2021

    Thank you @writersnetwork for the repost.
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    @mirakee #spectacle #wod @thenaturepoetess

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    There, I stood witnessing
    What the world had to offer
    Few lights, some dark shadows
    Separated by the flaws of nature
    Neither perfect geometric patterns
    Nor an artist's esthetic masterpiece
    Seasons, days, nights and rains
    Where time is an oval hourglass
    A recursive spectacle of life

    ©atd

  • absynth 29w

    (sk/scr)ewed (symm/po)etry

    The room I sit in is a spectacle
    Without the hassle of actual travel.
    The consistency of the mundanity is a marvel
    As tedium paints a scenery of still life
    Which is stripped bare of the Monalisa smile.

    Words are weak,
    Thoughts are heavy.
    Poetry is the Leaning Tower of Pisa
    That now supports me
    Inclined at an angle of 4 degrees
    One for the four walls each
    And that's a screwed calculation
    As thoughts run in different directions
    But what is a spectacle after all
    If it doesn't tear you apart?

    The white tiles beneath my feet
    Make me feel like a pawn
    In a boardgame with a fantasy theme
    Where reality makes the rules
    And the sky is the roof.
    I make the next move
    With silence as a spectator,
    I simply do
    And that's the miracle.

    ©absynth

  • the_wanderer30 29w

    Spectacle

    What I saw was quite a spectacle,
    My orbs agreed, for it being delectable,
    It was a royal feast for my sight,
    And they devoured it in pure delight,

    My eyes sparkled with utter joy,
    With my heart jumping like a little boy,
    The canvas above me had stains of hue,
    Which were payne grey and prussian blue,

    Though the field I stood was vast and bare,
    The sky above it was a sight to stare,
    The night glowed with the showers from heaven,
    Making me wonder why it wasn't one of the seven,

    I stood there unmoved,
    Seizing the moment before it got removed,
    It was a sight for my sour eyes,
    And I thanked my stars for this surprise,

    This was a memory from my collectibles,
    For I rarely ever saw such spectacle...

    ©the_wanderer30

  • shynishyns 29w

    #spectacle
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork
    Thank u soooo much Writers Network for your kind repost...

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    Though many scenes parade around me
    Day and night, only a few adhere
    To my indelible memory;
    One fine morning while awaiting
    For bus, swirling my eyes around
    Here and there, a dirty shivering hands
    Stretched infront of me abruptly
    Captured my wandering eyes;
    I wriggled on seeing that disgusting figure;
    Inorder to escape from stench,
    I placed a one rupee coin
    On the wrinkled palm of that torn old man;
    Hours passed after I left him
    Yet that dirty disfigured face perturbed
    My buried emotions stealing my slumber;
    I pondered over that scene for the whole day;
    How could a man survive with a single coin?
    Was it a thought of regret or sympathy?
    Though my purse was full,
    My heart was not;
    Another day the same scene was repeated
    But here the characters were an old couple,
    Blind husband was guided by his wife
    When they stood infront of me,
    Nothing stopped my hands;
    I opened my purse and offered a fifty rupee note with full of heart;
    I felt the real blessing when that poor soul
    Expressed her heart felt gratitude
    That I never felt in temples
    Still remains a memento in my mind;
    Many a times we degrade ourselves
    And lose the joy of living
    By craving for a life of luxury;
    Just take a moment to observe
    The impoverished and downtrodden
    And thank each moment
    For the Heaven we are placed in....
    ©shynishyns

  • _minnaa_ 29w

    #wod#spectacle#selenophile#imagination#mirakee
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

    It was just another sleepless night. I had promised myself that I would not touch my phone. As I was tossing around in my bed, I saw a lustrous light. I got up and walked towards the window to see the Moon's radiant light. I sat down admiring the charming illumination.

    Slowly, I witnessed the moon descending. I saw stairs adorned with white and red roses moving towards me. I was flabbergasted to see a sight like this. And then I stood there watching people climbing the flowery escalier. Dressed in white, embellished with smiles, walking from all directions. There was an air of calmness. From their smiles, I could recognise that they have left behind all their worldly burdens and miseries and are ascending the stairs to paradise....

    Next day morning, I woke up to find me lying on the floor. It may have been a dream or me hallucinating. Or my evocative imagination at work while doting the moon. All said and done, that was a spectacular panorama.
    ©_minnaa_

    PS - This photograph was captured on one such restless night when the moonbeam decided to not let me dream and sleep.

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    A Euphoric Spectacle

    ©_minnaa_

  • anonymousquill 29w

    Firefly

    The firefly in the jar beside my bed
    Is but a dream of your smile
    To warm myself tonight;
    An afterglow of things left unsaid.

    A spectacle to behold
    Of freeform flow;
    Tell me how you like them,
    The songs we sang of old.

    I do not seek in my solilouqy
    To be too deep,
    And sink beneath melancholy;
    The despair of antiquity.

    The firefly beside my bed
    Flutters and hums;
    Its light turned low.
    Our silent songs must already be dead.

    ©anonymousquill

  • realnotreel 29w

    City trees, weak and stunted,
    bear relentless mockery by
    country and wild cousins,
    though everyone agrees that
    suburban trees are least
    esteemed, paltry excuses
    overcompensating for their
    deficits in diversity (of size or
    shape) with excess pageantry

    The enlightened ones, city and
    suburban, wave manicured
    tips, speaking in whispered
    thrums - how relieved they are
    not to be unprotected forest
    trees, in constant danger of the
    ravages of capitalism and neglect

    The forest trees laugh at their
    ignorant cousins - they know
    the freedom of the wild places
    where true peace can be found;
    they will gladly face the danger
    proudly rooted, in wild ground

    The older trees, between naps,
    wheeze of many, many
    spring times ago, of cleaner air
    and bigger trees, of simpler
    lives and clearer skies and
    creatures long since gone;
    they know change will come,
    And change will go, and
    Still they will root on

    @P.C. - Pinterest

    #spectacle
    @mirakee

    P.S. Thank You For The Repost @writersnetwork. Appreciation ����

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    Conversations of Trees
    Awesome Spectacle of
    God's Creation.

    ©realnotreel

  • miss_silentlyweird 29w

    A hieroglyph (Greek for "sacred carvings") was a character of the ancient Egyptian writing system. Logographic scripts that are pictographic in form in a way reminiscent of ancient Egyptian are also sometimes called "hieroglyphs".

    #spectacle #monumentc
    #wod #pod #mirakee
    @mirakee @writersbay
    #findingselflove
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    I'm a tourist of my spectacle pyramid soul wanting to reach its peak to carve out hieroglyphs self-love in my heart.
    ©miss_silentlyweird

  • landscape 29w

    PALLOR


    You may embrace
    the scarlet envelopes
    and not not the letter
    dressed in white
    but it is the letter
    which is the memoir
    of a loved one.
    The Taj Mahal
    is one such memoir
    and the history
    of the memoirs
    in general.

    Everyone has seen Mona Lisa
    and her smile is a spectacle.
    The painting hangs on the wall
    the walls are peachy
    in contrast to the painting.

    There is a portrait of
    the sun breathing the dust
    at the horizon; it was morn,
    sharp 5:00 then and now
    10:00 at night.
    The night sky stares at the ocean
    While the waves blink in silence.

    Pointing out a lamp
    back then,
    I thought it was moon
    until I knew that moon
    is a pale face
    engraved with scars
    and there are stars
    at her threshold,
    they are job holders
    in constellations.


    - coral


    #spectacle
    #wod
    #monumentc

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    Wings know the dimensions.

    - Time

  • diplomaticqueen_ 29w

    #pod #wod #spectacle @writersnetwork @mirakee

    I am a dream that lives through the day
    I am an illusion that's true.
    A vision , nearly complete.
    A masterpiece in making.
    The Work in Progress.
    Da Vinici may not "Mona Lisa" me
    I am not David.
    But I am a Norman Rockwell painting
    Come to life!
    In all the other words and ways
    I am Art.
    And what a spectacle that is?
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  • unblossomedyet 29w

    #writersnetwork #poem #allaboutexpression #allforlove #childhoodmemories @mirakeeapp @mirakee
    #happiness #ODE #growingup #kolkata #vintage #venetianblinds #wod #spectacle

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    Adieu.... Venetian Blinds!!


    How can I forget you ? My Louvre window!!!

    When describing my vintage house,
    For the high ceilings ,and the distinctive aesthetics
    The Venetian blinds controlled the sun in through it,
    Posing as curtains, louvers made peeping simple by the house full of energetics.

    The blinders of the house have lots to unfold,
    They held hidden stories,for generations untold.
    The Jalousies as named, offered enough room for histories to create,
    The window became the signature, remembering the glories to relate.

    Months rolled into decades that changed to century
    My window stood tall and elegant
    Witnessing many members come and go,
    Capturing moments and making them a memory.

    Today there’s nothing open about you my window.
    You've shut yourself in and out.
    Holding the legacy of the vintage house,
    You still smile quietly without a doubt.

    Battered by the strong winds and chills of the air,
    Fighting the perilous rain and the sun with all its glare,
    A day will come when I will never see you anymore.
    But you will hold a special place in my heart.
    And I will always mention you in my sweet folklore.


    ©unblossomedyet

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    How can I forget you.....My Louvre Window???
    A once upon a time spectacle ornate in vintage mansions.....

  • daffodilpearlzz 29w

    SPECTACLES OF TIME

    Time is the ruler of all magicians
    who spell the magic of tranquility
    on the veins of people who despair
    about life which do not embrace
    splintered fragments of euphoria
    as it goes in an artpiece of impressions
    that they didn't paint on their canvas.

    Time is the enuthusiastic artist who
    exuberantly compiles those incomplete
    sonnets of a mourning poet's muse
    into a serendipitous spectacle that
    gently caresses the bristles of a brush
    on the bruises which injured the art itself.

    Time is the melodious music rising
    from the old harmonium and it's zealous
    ghazals sung by the grieving heart
    of a lost lonely lyricist turning voice
    into beats of waves on the ocean
    of dejections and incomplete solitude.

    Time is the mudra blooming between
    the fingertips of an ambitious nautch-girl
    turning her expressions into rendition
    of knowledge and experience and the ideas
    sharpening at the edges of her eyes
    transforming her eyelids into a rivulet
    of longings and hankerings for love.

    ©daffodilpearlzz ~ Bhavya
    Tue 18 May 2021
    #spectacle @writersnetwork

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  • inkandfable670 29w

    On shopping saw a strange sight,
    some unsatisfied, sophisticated and lavished souls
    were confused and trying precious and expensive attires one after another, whereas some are sufficed and fulfilled with some common stuffs,some were grabbing whatever they liked at first sight, whereas, some disheartened heart standing outside and trying to forget the only thing liked by their hopeful eyes.
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    Picture Credit- Pinterest

    #spectacle #pod #wod
    #mirakee @writersnetwork
    @miss_silentlyweird

    @writersnetwork thank you so much for ❤

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    Shopping

  • asphodel_ 29w

    There goes the paper boat, leaving a laugh over the face of that 2'3 being. Amidst the splashing rain and blowing wind, it goes and disappears soon in a world so unknown. The next boat comes and gets engulfed by the tide once again. The chine continues and more and more smiles get vanished until the rain departs.

    Under that heavy sky there stands the tiring face of a man, choosing to stay away from the isle of rain.
    Every drop of water falling over that frail sheet yells a story of past where an unusual war started to end something.
    There seems a great fight between what is destined for you and what you wish to have and in the end it's your fate that wins.

    •R A I N•

    Heading high to the sky, it shows how far the clouds are. Probably your wings can touch those but the wind reminds of the dripping drops of broken faith. Indeed the light after the dark sky evaporates the leftover scar, reaped after a huge struggle with your own book wrote with dark red stain.
    The man near me looked at his wet slacked creases, accepting his destiny as the driving force.
    He looked up and smiled,
    Ironically it was the helplessness in him..
    But
    He smiled.

    •P A P E R B O A T S•

    The raw cellulose moulded in thin sheets and unblemished, always held enough power to recite a man's best. I remember my mother carrying hopes wrapped in these papers which often made her eyes shimmer. Everytime I fold it into a paper boat, she asked me to sail it in a direction where lies a land of desires.
    Isn't it funny, the way we once enjoyed this little thing once, is now a homage to our dead aspirations.

    Seeing a child making paper boats don't cherish the child in us anymore rather it shoots the acquaintance with the upcoming future.

    Today it's raining and I wished to sit by the pond and test my fortune once again but the lapse of time covers my head tightly.
    Perhaps nothing is gonna change when there is no war between those paper boats and rain again.
    And the lost boats are struggling to return once again.
    And they are lost again....


    P.S writing after a long time , please don't judge.

    #spectacle

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  • sumana_chakraborty 29w

    Nowadays I don't know why
    I've started loving sky
    so much
    I sit under its forlorn stillness
    To watch its horizon at a stretch
    Its numbness, so quiet.

    From dawn to dusk
    In its darkest dark ,
    I sit and watch
    Its altitude, its gravity
    Unspoken, so many words
    The twinkling of the stars
    So spectacular, so bright
    As if there's some secret hidden inside.

    The wisdom , the patience
    That divine resplendency of its vastness
    The warmth of its sublime silence
    Ensnaring the entire universe
    With its good and the bad.

    I love to watch that monotony
    Through my rational spectacles
    I strive to prioritise
    my thoughts prudently
    Hundred times or even more
    To educate a child
    Especially a poor
    In a holistic way.

    To live and let others live
    To love every organism
    Miniscule or big.
    Rekindle lights of hopes
    Where pain and grief
    have taken a toll
    on innocent lives .
    ©sumana_chakraborty