Mirakee
©_shattered_soul
#wanderer
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_shattered_soul
1w
Read MoreI walk and walk couldn't find anyone
I knew I was lost; but how?
One Moment I was under the bright sun
Now consumed in darkness; but how?
I was crying and crying knew no one could hear,
So decided to stop it now.
Took my baggage and started to run,
As It was time to move on now.
I kept running and running until I saw,
A ray of light from above.
Some direction is better than none,
hence I began to ascend above.
I was climbing and climbing still unknown to the reach,
But I knew I wanted some love.
I know this might sound too much to ask,
But there is happiness along with love.
I was pondering and pondering when I realized,
all I was chasing was love.
I would have reached it earlier,
If I was taught, SELF-LOVE
#SelfLove #ShatteredSoul #Wanderer #Walkforlife #Ganga -
vikkoo
1w
You can travel the whole world.
But planned travels do not make you a gypsy.
Vacations do not make you a gypsy.
Weekend getaways do not make you a gypsy.
Do not insult the brave nomadic tribes, the gypsy nations who live an uncertain, unpredictable life since centuries, struggling, surviving by calling your little trips in between your "settled" lives caged in jobs, rents, salaries, status, your "gypsy" nature.
If today you were made homeless, your jobs were taken away, your degrees made irrelevant, you wouldn't be visiting your hotel rooms and clicking pictures for your Instagram on your "travels".
You would be drowning in depression and give up. -
Lost...
A lonely wanderer lost in the maze of thoughts,
Fading memory, all colours of life are grey
In the dilemma to express the emotions
Living with the numb body
Like a breath soon to return
But never to be found
Words getting lost in the forest of selfishness,
The innocence of heart is lost.
Vibrant is the colour of my delusion
Painting the scars on the edge of my illusion
For the solitude, For isolation, it's my darkest temptation
Red is the colour of my void, submerging into fusion
I yearn for the soul separation
The wind blows, leaves rustling, thunder panting
Like it's a call from the devil.
©kingthoughts2303 -
Talaash....
Talaash hai yek aise shakz ka jo kahe, "Agar tumhe batakna ethna pasand hai tho mein bhi chalu saath mein"....!
©charithaburri -
jubikasharma
2w
कहीं भाग जाने को दिल करता है,
यहां से दूर, बहुत दूर।
इतना दूर कि इन डरावनी यादों का एक कतरा भी ना बचे,
बस कुछ याद ही ना रहे।
काश! मैं अपना नाम तक भूल जाऊ।
यहां से कहीं दूर बहुत दूर पहुंच जाऊ।
©jubikasharma -
jubikasharma
3w
My Heart Aches.
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questofrumi
5w
ഓർമകളുടെ താഴവരയിൽ
എന്നും അധികഠിനമായ ശൈത്യമാണ്‌.
അവിടെ എവിടെയോ
തണുതുറഞ്ഞ എന്റെ ജഡം കിടപ്പുണ്ട്.
©questofrumi -
questofrumi
5w
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എന്റെ ചില്ലകൾ ഇനിയും നിന്നെ മറന്നിട്ടില്ല
നീ നൽകി തിരിച്ചെടുത്ത വസന്തത്തിന്റെ
അവശേഷിപ്പുകൾ അവർ ഇന്നും ഒളിച്ചുവച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്.
ഋതുക്കൾ മാറുന്നതറിയാതെ ഇന്നും
അവർ പൂക്കാറുണ്ട്
നിന്റെ തിരിച്ചുവരവിന്നും
അവർ സ്വപ്നം കാണാറുണ്ട്.
"എന്റെ താഴവരയിൽ ഇന്നും നിന്റെ മഴ മേഘങ്ങൾ നിർത്താതെ പെയ്യുന്നുണ്ട് "
#solo #solitude #wandererഎന്റെ ചില്ലകൾ ഇനിയും നിന്നെ മറന്നിട്ടില്ല
നീ നൽകി തിരിച്ചെടുത്ത വസന്തത്തിന്റെ
അവശേഷിപ്പുകൾ അവർ ഇന്നും ഒളിച്ചുവച്ചിട്ടുണ്ട്.
ഋതുക്കൾ മാറുന്നതറിയാതെ ഇന്നും
അവർ പൂക്കാറുണ്ട്
നിന്റെ തിരിച്ചുവരവിന്നും
അവർ സ്വപ്നം കാണാറുണ്ട്.
"എന്റെ താഴവരയിൽ ഇന്നും നിന്റെ മഴ മേഘങ്ങൾ നിർത്താതെ പെയ്യുന്നുണ്ട് "
©questofrumi -
Why !?
Why live like a machine?
if you have a heart of a wanderer!!
©random_writer_ -
questofrumi
6w
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എന്താണ് സൂഫി അങ്ങേയ്ക്ക് കടലിനോടിത്ര
ഇഷ്ടം.
"പ്രണയം"
കരയ്ക്കു കടലിനോടുള്ള നിസ്വാർത്ഥമായ പ്രണയം
കര കടലിനുവേണ്ടി തന്നിൽ എഴുതിയ പ്രണയകാവ്യങ്ങളെല്ലാം
കടൽ മായ്ച്ചു കളയുന്നു.
എന്നിട്ടും കര കടലിനെ പ്രണയിക്കുന്നില്ലേ.
കണ്ണിൽ കടലൊളുപ്പിച്ച നിനക്കുവേണ്ടി
ഞാൻ ഇന്നും ഒരു തീരമായി ❤️
#solitude #wanderer #sea #കടൽഎന്താണ് സൂഫി അങ്ങേയ്ക്ക് കടലിനോടിത്ര
ഇഷ്ടം.
"പ്രണയം"
കരയ്ക്കു കടലിനോടുള്ള നിസ്വാർത്ഥമായ പ്രണയം
കര കടലിനുവേണ്ടി തന്നിൽ എഴുതിയ പ്രണയകാവ്യങ്ങളെല്ലാം
കടൽ മായ്ച്ചു കളയുന്നു.
എന്നിട്ടും കര കടലിനെ പ്രണയിക്കുന്നില്ലേ.
കണ്ണിൽ കടലൊളുപ്പിച്ച നിനക്കുവേണ്ടി
ഞാൻ ഇന്നും ഒരു തീരമായി ❤️ -
questofrumi
7w
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ഹൃദയത്തിന്റെ ആഴങ്ങളിൽ ഉത്ഭവിക്കുന്ന
ഒരിക്കലും വറ്റാത്ത ചുവന്ന പുഴയാണ് നീ ❤️
#solitude#wanderer#ezhuthukalഓർമകളിൽ ഒരാളെ മാത്രം സൂക്ഷിച്ചു
ഇന്നും തുടരുന്ന ഒരു വിപ്ലവമാണ്‌
ഈ ജീവിതം.
©questofrumi -
questofrumi
8w
I knew you were there,
but I didn’t know your name.
I called for you, but you never came.
I knew it was you, but I didn’t know your face. Then my soul recognized you.
For my north star ❤️ -
questofrumi
8w
He died a million little deaths
in beautiful agony called love
& was born again for her
In a million different forms.❤️27 11 9
- solido_e__felicidade @questofrumi ☺
- questofrumi @solido_e__felicidade
- raziqu This is beautiful.....
- questofrumi @raziqu ❤️❤️
- varnnam
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questofrumi
8w
no tears, no more worries
here in my heavenly home
I’ll be waiting for you
with a handful of clover
just like the ones
I dropped there for you -
Je t'adore mon amour
It is not often that i find myself with a depleted dictionary
but when I think about you
I'm encapsulated by a mixture of vowels from a langauge not created
And a vocabulary that has gone into hibernation
I become a little schoolboy struggling to find his words, ss-ss-ss-stuttering when trying to express his thoughts.
And quivering from the self inflicted pressure
My mind begins to wander
But instead of finding a scenic overload
It is met by a silent euphoria
Lost between the reeds of emotions
trying to document feelings from an oasis never yet discovered.
What I'm trying to say is that you leave me speechless, breathless, soundless.
But sometimes when i concentrate hard enough i can hear the streaming outflow of my heart
Translating that you are a light to a path I didn't know existed.
I'd often try to keep it to myself but know that it would be a disservice to the world not to share your illumination.
The type of fluorescent glow that one can simply not duplicate.
Je t'adore mon amour
I have told you about the dreams i have of us together,
But you know not about the checkpoints you have left in memory,
Ones that i often visit and relive
About wholesome conversations that greet the morning darkness
Or the recorded moments of your growth from my seat in the audience
It would be a lie to say that you are all that i dreamed of because you are so much more.
Je t'adore mon amour
©zealous_xpression -
Nomad
I have convinced myself
The rain is not for me
The moon and stars are not for me
Am a nomad
My land changes from mountain
To deserts
My soul is bound to the eye
Of the hurricane
I just move, move from one to another....25 2 3
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Dear writer,
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The Memories you left me with
I know you walk with me
You are just behind the veil
I cannot see through
just walk with me
For ever and ever......❤️ -
pallavi4
11w
Read MoreSojourner
I found a barren little piece of land
In a far off dubious place
And decided it was where I was to dwell
Despite all the challenges I would face
I trudged, I struggled and I laboured
But the toil felt like a healing balm
The climb was long and hard
To my troubled mind - a healing calm
Finally that day came when I was done
And I stood tall and proud
The world was to lay witness this day
Not a wasteful land - but a great big house
What marvels you’ve done, what a miracle
Folks couldn’t stop talking about how tough it’d been
I wondered why now that it was done
The house - the struggle suddenly meant nothing to me
So I found another to love it well
And bid that beautiful dwelling I lovingly built goodbye
This dispassionate disconnection made me proud
For I had survived without so much as a sigh
Many a storm I have faced
Many a battle I have lost and won
But still forlorn and discontent I feel
Attached to nothing and no one
Building things makes me happy
It takes sweat , blood and tears
It gives me a chance to love something again
And be whole again without any fears
I am those houses I build again and again
Painfully putting together each little piece
And away with it once it is done , to arid lands
For nothing I really love is truly meant to be with me
My constant wandering often makes others question
What it is that I am looking for
I am looking for that piece of myself I lost so long ago
The one that was the key to my heart’s door
In the beautiful houses I create yet abandon
I wonder if I ever really left open a door
My wounds would heal thanks to mountain winds
And I would be a sojourner no more
@pallavi4
19th of January, 2021
Reposted from 3rd August, 2020
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner, “Black and white art” by The Poster Club
#cees_soj_chall #sojourner #sojourn #wanderer #wander @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee.
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pallavi4
@_luvnotz_outpost this is a real life story of one of my mother’s friends. He lost a 5 year old daughter in a freak accident and chose to build and abandon homes to supposedly calm his mind. He, like the poem states took great pride in stating that when he would abandon or sell the house, he would do so dispassionately , this confused me yet piqued my interest at the same time. When I met him, the emotions he had while talking about her were so strong that I came back home and wrote this within minutes. It basically wrote itself- there was so much pain behind the man .
I thank you sincerely for your kind words, they mean the world to me. Thank you so much for hosting such a wonderful challenge. - luvnotes_challenge_host I'm more than happy to host the challenges, and I'm very grateful for everyone's support and participation, so you're truly welcome! I have to say, I think that gentlemen would benefit greatly from hearing this poem. It's a rare and beautiful thing to be understood by another person, and you seem to have understood him fully. For that reason, this piece is not merely just a submission to a challenge, it's also a gift. ♥️
- pallavi4 @barefoot thank you so much
- pallavi4 @kin_jo thank you !
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pallavi4
@_luvnotz_outpost this is a real life story of one of my mother’s friends. He lost a 5 year old daughter in a freak accident and chose to build and abandon homes to supposedly calm his mind. He, like the poem states took great pride in stating that when he would abandon or sell the house, he would do so dispassionately , this confused me yet piqued my interest at the same time. When I met him, the emotions he had while talking about her were so strong that I came back home and wrote this within minutes. It basically wrote itself- there was so much pain behind the man .
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anickas09
11w
Read MoreNomadic Soul
A nomadic soul I am,
venturing this colourful journey
of mankind.
Reincarnated for centuries,
For me, a thousand suns have shined.
I’m a freeloader of life,
Of moments, of smiles.
I live and create anecdotes,
But none to settle for, or call mine.
Sometimes, I look back
To the lived and left memories;
And then a nostalgic breeze hits
Of a million forgotten stories.
The nostalgia, they call déjà vu,
Are but, dusty books in a shelf;
The Shelf of my soul’s memory,
And logs, I sometimes delve.
But retrograding isn’t my motion.
For, I long for my ultimate calling.
High to the heavens, I shall rise,
So as to one day again be fallen.
Like a falling kite, I sway;
With a string, of memories, attached.
(Falls) And then, I take another flight,
But with old strings detached.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #nomadicsoul #soul #wanderer #life #writerscommunityNomadic Soul
©anickas09 -
mar9iech
12w
A wanderer came to know
she has nowhere,
and anywhere
to go
A wanderer came to learn
a pattern:
anywhere to turn,
nowhere to return
Freedom is a prison
she carries beyond reason
©mar9iech
