ishikaaggarwal

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  • ishikaaggarwal 1w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork #pod @peachytae_ @_gk_07 @thesunshineloves @miraquill @writernetwork
    Thank you everyone for waiting for my write-up since so long, I promise I'll try to write more often now ��ilysm ��
    Snowdrops have many meanings and symbols associated with them. They can mean purity, innocence, and sympathy.The white of the snowdrop symbolizes innocence and purity. Because it is the first flower to bloom at the end of winter and the beginning of spring, it also symbolizes hope.
    Twilight means "half-light" and the half light of morning or evening is a symbol of dichotomy, representing the dividing-line which at once joins and separates a pair of opposites.
    Message: Love may not always be where we expect it to be.
    Glossary and summary in the comments!

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    Snowdrop

    In the midst of havoc and vying,
    The spoked flakes hovered and shoved,
    In the yet tranquil twilight, sighing
    In the solitude of the tumult.

    Dinkum snowflakes in hiraeth
    Of a heartsome, vim palm
    Dearth of lacuna yet
    Brimming with warmth.

    Solivagant yet crammed
    In the apricity of vespertine,
    Ebulliently weeping frost
    Onto jacketed sapients.

    Sehnsucht,
    Listlessly yearning for latibule,
    Arcane desire for rasasvada
    Brimming the lucelence of the icy spokes.

    Everwhen toska in knots
    Fusing onto the elysian novaturient
    Eglaf for a kin,
    Eunoia and abditory.

    Tender, snowy petals
    Became its querencia,
    Ameliorated heimweha,
    Ukiyo in the abendrot,
    Eumoiriety ichigo-ichie
    Of the snowflake
    On the snowdrop
    Was the twilight of sweven.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 4w

    A h o u s e is made of walls and beams;
    A h o m e is made of love and dreams.
    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 6w

    Hanahaki Disease (花吐き病 (Japanese); 하나하키병 (Korean); 花吐病 (Chinese)) is a fictional disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left ... (Google)

    Lavender flowers represent purity, love, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. Purple is the color of royalty and speaks of elegance, refinement, and luxury, too.
    My love for the colour purple is inexpressible ����

    #love #purple #pod #writersnetwork #miraquill #postcard #wod @miraquill @writersnetwork @peachytae_ @vzac_1330
    @thesunshineloves inspired by one of your write-ups��

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    Lavender

    Tangled in distant memories,
    In a double knot of violet melancholia,
    I hover helplessly in my dreameries,
    Void of euphoria was my so-called utopia.

    Lavender stems pierce gracefully
    Through my violaceous and tender pleura,
    Petals escape into my veins tearfully,
    Envelopes me in your aura.

    Your everlasting aroma flows
    Bursts through my poignant skin
    To bind me in your susceptible blows,
    For a touch was only a dream, maybe a sin.

    Purple petals coughed out of purple parched lips,
    Melt onto the frost of my parchment,
    As fierce lavender extract cracks my quill’s tip
    Adorned with perse blood droplets of woebegone endearment.

    Perdurable ludus scripted on petrichor postcards,
    Drenched by my dented dysphoric quill,
    Echoes of distant hums of harps
    Enlivening my frostbitten fingertips, my only will.

    My violet figure fell into the eternal well,
    Your ephemeral touch my only living vision,
    With a silent scream into a blinding spell,
    I posted my crinkled carvings in Heaven.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 6w

    L O V E is heaven,
    Just too salty with tears.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 7w

    #sijo #wod #friendship #writersnetwork #miraquill @miraquill @writersnetwork
    The friendship of a farmer and rain is something beyond our understanding ��������

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    Raindrop

    The teary shadows in the starry night,
    Burst into sobs long suppressed, befriend the tittering rainbows
    To roll down the frowning farmer’s cheek, as a dancing dewdrop.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 9w

    I don't know if I don't cry a lot or if I'm good at suppressing my tears.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 10w

    Dewdrop

    Youth is the dewdrop
    Of our buttercups of life,
    Endlessly and pensively mirroring
    The dark yet green hues swaying harmoniously.

    That ambivalent tear swells
    Yet diminishes into the abyss of the river of life,
    Piercing through the tantalizing rocks,
    Soon to be raising the nation’s pillars.

    As the pats of proud zephyrs
    Untie wet knots,
    And the fireflies become our lighthouse,
    We cut through falls to be our nation’s pride.

    An ethereal scenery can be painted
    With only the gleaming hues of our dewdrops,
    Embellished with jewels of respect
    For the paintbrushes being our step stool.

    All frowns shall metamorphosis into chuckles,
    Only if we, the dewdrops, gather courage
    To slide down the yellow enclosure of our buttercup of life,
    And we shall be our nation’s stardust.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 10w

    Shared sorrow is half the sorrow.
    Shared joy is double the joy.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 11w

    Aurora Borealis

    Green hues envelope the dark emotions,
    Scatter and dance into our upending motions,
    Dissipate into an eternal ocean,
    Our heart's abode,
    Anxiously praying for endeavours to well bode,
    Penetrate as a mere zephyr, inking a smiling ode.

    ©ishikaaggarwal

  • ishikaaggarwal 11w

    #miraquill #writersnetwork
    An old composition 😅 Not one of my best (I honestly like my recent ones more) but I like the message here, so I’m sharing it 💜♥️

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    A Speck of Dust

    You may wonder what a speck of dust can do,
    Or the annoyance because of one in times of loo,
    But when it flies into your eye, then you struggle to get rid of it,
    Oh, the tons of attempts to win over it!

    I’ll tell you about such a coincidence,
    When I was full of pride,
    Boasting in the patio side,
    All of a sudden, a speck flew into my eye, making me need assistance.

    The neighbour I was boasting to, got surprised,
    How sudden of a reaction I had applied.
    She got confused, what to do,
    After a while into my eye she blew.

    My poor eye was oh so red,
    It was really delicate, and so it said,
    ‘Please be careful and really very gentle,
    And be ready for incidents so accidental.’

    It was then I realised the speck’s capability,
    I don’t have the right to suspect on anything’s ability,
    I have nothing to boast about,
    On the potential I can’t doubt.

    One speck of dust can make such of an issue,
    About such insignificant, tiny things we only think about a few,
    But we must respect even a miniscule being,
    As we shouldn’t judge a book by its cover or just by seeing.

    That day my mentality understood,
    We shall value one and all irrespective of how they look,
    ‘Cause even a tiny speck can be really annoying,
    Like when an invisible speck can be such a sting.

    From that day onwards, I never insulted another being,
    And soon changed my ways to never boast,
    Instead to always appreciate every other thing,
    And not to think of oneself on the highest post!

    ©ishikaaggarwal