The sky was never the limit to me.
As this girl always found the universe fascinating.
This world, these people they are not for me,
As among them I always find myself wandering,
among the stars,
to the moon,
through the wind,
with the rustle of leaves,
And by the scent of the maple.
This loneliness is enough for me, as I never found myself suffocating.
©samiyasif
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himanshi_sharma 28w
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So the line is - " I have been used to consider poetry as the food of " - . from ᴘʀɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴊᴜᴅɪᴄᴇ
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//
,
. //
When it seems impossible to visit the
sanctuary ,
I create a little of my own with open doors
leading to the rooms of my heart, mind ,
body and soul.
Poetry creates a beautiful shrine for
my emotions to be worshipped there
and be read in a holy library.
// '
,
, . //
Remember the love remains in the sky ,
Not a single cloud,
Nor storm can take the sky away from you .
That sky is your soul ,
different and pure.
And love is the embodiment of constellations
etched beautifully on your soul.
//
. //
In the scorching gaze of sunlight ,
poetry cast shadows
large enough
strong enough to swallow the
heart's whole , giving shelter
to the ripped souls .
I am a dark poem
my verses are a bunch of alliterations -
stringing my heartbreaks in the
black beads around my neck as a
victory sign.
©himanshi_sharma©himanshi_sharma
-
asleena 28w
And dawn broke-
sunlight fell in streams across sapphire skies,
ruffled clouds flitted over crystal oceans-
colours shattered into amber and russets and mauve-
and birds flew up,
up to heaven in magnificent strokes.
©asleena -
himanshi_sharma 28w
There dies,
yet another shapeless
autumn eve.
without air ,
without sound as
leaves groping at the warmth
of summer in its
penultimate .
Reminding me of dancing petrichor
upon my toes and some
moonlight kisses .
©himanshi_sharma -
himanshi_sharma 29w
We conceal our pain
in the
clouds and somehow
it becomes a poetry that
never poured.
©himanshi_sharma -
himanshi_sharma 29w
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People tell me ,
the seasons in me change
with ever changing seasons outside
giving home to the bruised ,
like wild dandelions under the parched sky.
My ribs are two slides of land
build up near the river bank .
Ivy wrapping around my spine
crumbly blowing breaths of sunshine .
Science tells me that wind
is the natural movement of the air.
While
I want to show you the
fiery breaths of the wind that
sentimentally stare .
Of the scenes ,
embedded in the back of my brain.
the canvas I painted ,
was mere vision of this life.
I walk like the autumn
and resonate
with the wind.
No roses this summer ,
I reside in dandelions skin.
©_©himanshi_sharma
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himanshi_sharma 33w
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A fail attempt to write good coz I'm under writers block. _______________________________________________________
So this is how it begins
The sun
the moon
and the truth
all of them under the same sky.
,
.
, .
At times
I feel like shouting out so loud
that my voice causes an avalanche .
I don't act like politicians ,
pretending to be honest and true .
I don't wear that mask , that facade.
,
( )
.
I painted my life with
hopes colourful pastels ,
then I erased it.
Perhaps ,
People are right .
I'm just another crazy poet
who loves
romanticizing catastrophes .
,
.
©_At times
I feel like shouting out so loud
that my voice causes an avalanche .
I don't act like politicians ,
pretending to be honest and true .
I don't wear that mask , that facade.
,
( )
.
©himanshi_sharma -
asleena 36w
I like the town on Rainy Nights
I like the town on rainy nights,
When raindrops splatter on cobblestones,
Weeds sprouting in the sidewalks.
I like the town
on those nights,
when the sky unleashes his fury
and rain falls. And falls.
I like the town on those days when I can draw hearts
on frosty windows - and dream.
Dream of days long gone.
I like the town on so many days-
when the wind howls and flings itself on the shuddering windows,
when the world seems to be
listless. And sceptre-gray rainclouds
rumble in the distance.
I like the town on those nights,
when Loneliness permeates the air,
and sinks deep into us with every breath.
I like the town on those nights
when the whooshing wind expresses all I want to say.
©asleena -
asleena 37w
Perhaps we are all just dandelion seeds who have forgotten the way home
©asleena -
himanshi_sharma 38w
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Mirakee , you have such a huge heart .
You are all the feelings
personified in just one app.
If only I could put it all in words ,
it would be an ocean trying to wrap
the love you showered on me.
You give voice to my words and
hear when I shouted in silence.
Mirakee ,
born of a love of surface and structure ,
Of words ,
Of dancing and tired syllables
of music and poems
you give us all a place we call home .
Mirakee ,
you are an ethereal world created
through the poetic
imagination and feelings .
Ethereal is not a thing ,
nor an adjective but how you
taught me to see this world.
Ethereal is writing
a poem about someone else's pain
in your words .
©himanshi_sharma
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Wish you a very happy birthday mirakee
May u always keep growing the same!
Thank you @mirakee for always being there for me
for showing me light and giving me a family here.Ethereal is not a thing ,
nor an adjective but how you
taught me to see this world.
Ethereal is writing
a poem about someone else's pain
in your words .
©himanshi_sharma -
asleena 38w
I want to write poetry
to try to capture the beauty of this world
in the gold threads of tapestries,
into the fabric of life,
spinning inside and out.
I want to write poetry
because sometimes I'm so drunk on words
I cannot find my way out of
the tangled threads of the universe
I want to write poetry
to try and weave myself
into the fabric of existence
I want to write poetry,
over and over again
©asleena -
himanshi_sharma 38w
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Bear me plz um numb these days!
Pc _ obviously me!
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There is this private world
born out of poetries ,
in which every poet learns
to say " I love you " in
so many different languages.
Our words keep falling from
our eye's like dew drops
on a red rose from december night .
I remember the season when
it dawn'd on my gaze ,
poetry takes in every iota of
this world.
And you can hear the sound of
poet's heart ,
like a sea of cosmic sirens whispering
beckoning to ruinous
liquid tear shores beneath the dusky sky.
- driven brittle illusions
thus we write
a poets song that cannot be sung.
Chaos beneath our steps
and heaven upon our heads .
We always try to solve the chaos
among humanity .
In the plethora of senses
we scribble magic .
We are born in flurry of
prose to
be read golden , read free .
©himanshi_sharmadriven brittle illusions
thus we write
a poets song that cannot be sung.
Chaos beneath our steps
and heaven upon our heads .
We always try to solve the chaos
among humanity .
©himanshi_sharma -
asleena 40w
This poem is written on a prompt by @carolyns_challenges.
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork !!
It was inspired by a line by Roger Waters, "You shout and no one seems to hear."
This line reminded me of the Draft Environmental Impact Assessment which was proposed in March 2020. It dilutes the voices of the people who may get adversely affected by developmental projects by scrapping public hearings.
An Environmental Impact Assessment ( EIA ) is basically a process of evaluating environmental impacts of a proposed project. Under the Draft EIA 2020, if there is local resistance to polluting industries, their voices will not matter. The impacts such industries can have one the people are:
1. Nearby water bodies get polluted and people will lose access to clean drinking water
2. If the soil is polluted, the crops farmers sow won't grow.
3. Some pollutants can seriously affect the human health in the area, etc
Anyone who is concerned about this, you can go to the link in my bio to check out all the tools/resources which will help you understand this issue better and act on it.
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@mann_se_ @soulfulstirrings @mithoo @day_dreamzYou shout and no one seems to hear
All the words lost in this frightening storm
Does it all even matter?
All the things that I have lost
Does it even matter?
When all I see are forests razed,
Gas leaks galore, the mangles bodies of innocents
sprawled on blood-red fields.
And everybody says- these things happen,
move on! But
you're shouting and no one seems to hear
my voice matters (the words ringing in your ear)
It ruins forests, it ruins lives,
All those gems lost in the storm which moves nearer, nearer
it's here now.
You shout and no one seems to hear
my voice matters (the words ringing in your ear)
©asleena -
asleena 40w
I hope this makes sense.
#colour
#julietscorner #tanzread #n_zaara #ni89gale #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee_assistant #sqb #ceesreposts #colours #yaminireads #sangfroid_soul #love_poet #Dimf #shaliya #satender #yaish_ #writerstolli #writersofmirakee #water #utopia #purple #blue #silver #moon #world #murky #darkness #eternityThey say Utopia doesn't exist
that land of spinning eternity loops
reflecting golden specks of stardust
They say they waters are blue there,
bluer than the skies, the blue of
purity. But I just can't stop
staring at these waters-
the silvery streams in the murky darkness,
the moon smiles upon the world
with blessings of silvery richness.
I think of another world, another time,
with ill, purple
waters. I wish all of us were okay.
©asleena -
asleena 41w
#write
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the repost!
#julietscorner #tanzread #n_zaara #ni89gale #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee_assistant #sqb #ceesreposts #yaminireads #sangfroid_soul #love_poet #Dimf #shaliya #satender #yaish_ #writerstolli #mirakeewrites #poems #poetry #poet #poetessI write fairy breezes into existence,
Stringing together words into
lapis-lazuli necklaces and silver anklets
that shimmer against lavender skies.
I write because I want to scatter them into the wind,
these words and their magic
I want to feel morning mist splattering against my face-
the way reality does after you've been buried too long in books. In words.
In that all encompassing magic. I write because
I want to see clouds of imagination puffing
out into the sky, I want to see tomorrows.
I want to live and breathe Utopia.
These ink-smeared hands and coffee-stained pages? They're home,
like nothing ever was.
My skin soaks up words- words, words, and more words.
enoug
Because no matter how much I read, no matter how much I write,
it won't be enough.
©asleena -
tamanna3 41w
Trying to come out of some unmotivated space :|
Now that you're gone,
I can't tell you how
Your words fluttered
My frangible heart, to wish
It could soar higher
Into the kingdom of no despair.
Now that you're gone,
My verses are nothing but
An entangled mess, hooked up still
On the threads of hope
For you to come
And untie them again.
// The ever tangible mess my mind is in, shall be calling out to you for all eternities to come. Yet I know, in the deepest of my thoughts, it shall never cease to love the azure skies spreading like the radiance of a candle flame in a room so dark and dead. Bereft of any warm hues, the grey clouds seem to shield off the golden beams of the sun hanging in the sky, as if meaning to settle the shadows of my mind forever into this world of mine, already fading out of an adornment called life. //
I believed in you
Like a warrior does in his sword
Unless in a battle
He's killed by his own
Sword stabbed into his torso
By an enemy so vile as his own thoughts.
Now that you're gone
I can taste the bloodshed you left behind
And gulp it down
Red and dark like clot
All dried and dessicated
Kept within an exponible jargon.
Now that you're gone,
I seek for your return
In every prose I read
Or the poetry I weave
Hoping the zephyr may bring
Your fragrance back to me.
As I sit on the balcony,
Reading my favorite book again
I feel my soul drench deep
In the orange hue
Cast by the lonely silhouette
Of the setting sun.
Now that you're gone,
The cerulean skies appeal
To me more,
Than the brown sands
On which we vowed forever
Together to walk on.
Now that you're gone,
The void in my heart echoes louder
Than the silent whispers
Of your eonian absence,
Shunning them off with a silence
So profound than love itself.
// I feel this silence speaking to me, in a language I may never learn. For all I know and all I've heard, the songs in my heart will always be left unsung. The chords and lyrics may someday transform into swords so sharp; they may pierce my beating heart; the blood however shall never cease to flow. For then, my veins shall be unbreakable, draining off forever the remaining ounces of a love song, that has no words yet only memories left beneath its verses. //
© tamanna3
* P.s. this probably doesn't fall into any legible form of writing too (~_~) *
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#ceesreposts #yaminireads #zephyrc @writersbay @writersnetwork @tejaswini_3 @hharshitha @the97_introvert @soulfulstirrings @__maryam__As I sit on the balcony,
Reading my favorite book again
I feel my soul drench deep
In the orange hue
Cast by the lonely silhouette
Of the setting sun.
©tamanna3 -
asleena 42w
The second acrostic poem I've written in my life! Happy father's Day, all the wonderful papas out there!
#julietscorner #tanzread #n_zaara #ni89gale #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee_assistant #sqb #ceesreposts #yaminireads #sangfroid_soul #love_poet #Dimf #shaliya #satender #yaish_ #writerstolli #happyfathersday #father #dad #papa #witersofmirakeeFlowers in my hair, petrichor in the
Air, you by my side, as
The rock of support that you are
Hell and heaven may clash, and
Everywhere there may be war, but
Right now you are here, and so all is well.
©asleena -
asleena 42w
Wrote this because I'm pissed at the massive deforestation happening in India, with the government approving unnecessary projects which cause MASSIVE deforestation and habitat loss, and irreparable damage to local communities. Also, these projects aren't even necessary. There are alternatives to them which don't destroy our world, and ways in which the damage can be minimised, and that's not even happening.
Here you go @siddiqua_
(Didn't think I'd get back to writing so soon)
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@thoughtsprocess @preetkanwal @mithoo
@sadrita_chakraborty
@mann_se_ @veloc1ty_ @piu_writes @aivsairandhri @wind_chime7Once upon a time, your
petrichor-scent-infused hug
would've been enough
to drive away all my fears
Once upon a time, I could
rest my face against peeling barks
and cry, watching my tears sinking into you.
Once upon a time, oh, there are so many things
I don't want to talk about, not now.
I see them destroying you,
taking away all that I had cherished.
All the bitter hopes and dreams, disappearing
like wisps of steam
Smoky sands replace the rich brown earth
I once loved to dig my feet in
I choke on air I cannot breathe, air
which doesn't have the sweetness
of yesterdays.
This doesn't seem like the Utopia I dreamed of, the world
I wanted to live in
I want a better world.
©asleena -
himanshi_sharma 26w
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// It was written in the stars
that we poets
will be the love this world needs. //
My soul has been through many
rebirths lately ,
While engaging with the universe
in dialogues to grow
in tall trees of wisdom and understanding.
I borrow love
from the
waves , who silently
retrieve their love from the
shore,
every time they return.
// poets are the formation of baby galaxies
in the cosmic drama of
God's creation lying beyond
comprehension of mankind . //
During the darkness of the night,
when we keep our loneliness
in the palms of sky,
Even the dying autumn leaves
starting to stitch
poetry
on the morbid lips of
unborn tomorrow's for -
'
while its blue translucence
calmly seep into the
poet's heart .
©himanshi_sharma// It was written in the stars
that we poets
will be the love this world needs. //
©himanshi_sharma -
himanshi_sharma 43w
In the end ,
the end is really what you make of it .
The night mare
the tragedy or
the very pleasant dream .
In the end,
the pain will not feel cold.
It will cover your entire heart
with microwaved fingers ,
thus making you feel at ease.
In the end ,
May your beautiful soul bloom
in love.
You are more than the ocean .
You are all the bodies of water
in the earth combined.
In the end ,
May you realise that your body
is composed of limitless
Constellations
that will make you a light
to guide.
©himanshi_sharma
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May your beautiful soul bloom
in love.
You are more than the ocean .
You are all the bodies of water
in the earth combined.
©himanshi_sharma
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