Words not voice
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There's no fun in knowing the moon if you can not befriend the cloudsno happiness in busking if the streets haunt youTo walk the alleys of love, you need to become friends with painFor enjoying the shade of the trees, you must first drown deep in the soilTo appreciate the colour black, you must first have seen the deepest of huesexpecting only the goodness without embracing the vices is like walking on the rope without the skills of anticsSuch is life, shades of all, a platter served hot, with an assortment of bland and spicy, juicy and insipid, tastelessly heavy on the tonguebut you can always make your own concoctionstirring the right ingredients, swirling themtill you see the perfect froth, gathering on the top slurp it up all merrily, coz the joys of known can only be enjoyed with a hint of unfamiliarity©julyhues
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I'm looking for a missing part in you©julyhues
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Only "you" stop yourself from being happy©julyhues
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You take me home©julyhues
I chose this platform to write coz it wasn't competitive like other places where you had to show or win something but now every morning you get tasks from Miraquill about what to write, how to write. Come on Miraquill, you don't need to bound the writers. Let' us flow free, don't chain us in the shackles of titles and prose. There was a time when you chose POD from among the best but it seems you choose only those who write what you want them to. No offence, none was taken as well. I'm here to write, to vent because it is therapeutic. I love reading the works of some of the beautiful quills and in the process, I learn. I do understand in this world we all need to earn and materialism takes us all to one den; Money and more money. Give challenges but don't forget to inspire and motivate the ones who have just started to walk the path. Let's not make Miraquill another social likes or followers dream. Let it be the open notebook it used to be where anyone could dip their pens in the ink and scribble dreams on your canvas.©julyhues
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And sometimes it all vanishes in the thin airdisappearing completely, leaving no marks of existence whatsoever the kindred can still find the traces from the fragile dreams©julyhues
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What's deadliest?The silence of a person desperately wanting to say something, withholding storms, chasing the sun, withering with winds, racing against the wishful©julyhues
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Ripping off the soul from any living object is like taking the dreams from a kid away, it is never going to make them happy but would only induce lifelong pains and aches©julyhues
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When you rediscover yourself, the pieces you leave behind sometimes illuminate©julyhues
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To the thunders I say, calm me after you leave©julyhues
To the one reading.Thank you for choosing this as POD Though it's nothing much special I wrote. Thank you everyone who's heartily appreciating, just so you know you matter #kwansaba #writersnetwork#aquill_pod
Your existence matters.
I shall adulate you for being present on the land where virtue fights the evil till death, where sun shines on day and moon calms the night, where flower blooms in the midst of mud. I shall write you a warm praisefor being the only one in billions.©adamantquill
Tryst with a Beauty
I was a stripling young ladWho was happy and gladTo be alive in this world wide,Looking for a beautiful bride.On a cool evening I saw her,A maid looking wonderfully fair,With eyes bewitching and bold,Who was an angel to behold.With long tresses dancing behind,The silken tresses binding a youthful mind,She smiled with becoming graceAnd my heart began to race.Two pools of dimple on either side-What I wanted in my bride-Danced on her lively faceWhich brought me to a state of daze.I strode with my dignity in tactFully ready to sign a compactMe to be her groom and she my brideAnd for ever to be by my side.I stepped forward to hold her handAnd celebrate the occasion grand,But lo! She vanished without a sound,I found myself lying on the ground.Alas! It happened to be a dreamAnd when I fell, I did scream,The whole house rushed to my bedOnly to find me shamefaced and red.Raghav R06.10.2021©raghavendran
My sunkissed skin reveals the jagged scarsThe imperfections of myself and the world Written stories and art upon my body Tears of rivers purifying the pain Absorbing the barren land of suffering Weathered and cracked upon my skin I breathe in nature's windThe strong storms of chaos on my mind Bringing together love and pain Into one enso circle of acceptance of my flaws.©jeniayn
Idk what this is
I am painting my nights with lies, with unusual promises, unreal fantasies. To paint a canvas of falsehood. Trying to camouflage the chaos. I lie about the demons, saying they don't hold the reins. I lie TO the demons, telling them I hate them. I lie to the person sleeping beside me, telling her I am okay. I lie to the person I love most, tell them I am happy. I lie to myself, about things, that unsettles me, that overwhelms me. I lie to myself about the inevitable things to avoid anxiety. I lie to myself about the past, to avoid the depression. I lie to myself, beat around the bush, talking too much, to avoid panic attacks. I blabber, to conceal the truth.©spicy_sugar
#haiku #ceesreposts #soulraabta 0212309 #julietscorner Dedicated to @heartsease @soulfulstirrings#Strictly to dear DEACTIVATEDUSERSI'm no Wordsworth or Frost. But I hope you'd love it.
Melange of summer
The mangoes are ripe,The garden is green with pride,The wind blows its pipeChildren in the field Slash their swords and rap their shields;Unseen rivals yieldWorkers think it wrong -Though bad the mosquitos' song,Scarecrows dance alongYou rub her wrong way,The silent sky screams all day;Thor loves her this waySwallows in the sky,They laugh and call as they fly;Summer passes by.Why go, dear Summer?You're to my heart a drummer,My sun and shower.©ckfilvan
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Call me wind if you do pleaseCalm me down with your breezeLet's seek those clouds playing hide and seekTo mizzle magic that bleaches blues of midweek A part of me is holding back tearsAnd another part in dark daunting sphereRevolving in an emotional orbitAgain and again in phase with my heartbeatI breathe, wait and hopeClinging to the end of ropeI see my fear greeting open armsMs. Luck seems to have lost her charms©manisha_rameshbabu
#The Mating Song
The Mating Song
A walker walking along the tree lined path hears doleful strains flowing from among the trees. He is saddened by the pain inherent in the notes issuing from the throbbing throat of the bird and lingers for a while unable to move on. He soon realises the cause lying behind the bird's untiring efforts at filling the air with his song with such urgency. Yes. It was the mating season for the birds to unite. During the season birds call their mates to join them to start their new life. Here is one such bird wooing his mate with untiring efforts of love strains. The walker pleads on behalf of the male bird on seeing his efforts and entreats the female bird not to delay in joining the waiting male. If she delayed any longer, she would be left ruing the loss of a true lover all her life. This poem is narrated by the walker.
Whom art thou calling?
O! Warbler of the woods,
Thy notes float on airy waves
Spreading music far and wide;
Art thou wooing thy mate
Ensconced somewhere unseen
With thy lusty song
To lure her back
To begin a new life?
Deaf no one can be
For such soulful strains
Sung in dulcet tones
By a warbler lovelorn;
He hath been singing from morn
With no respite at all,
Hath stirred not from his nest
Built to share it with thee
For a life of shared joys;
What keeps thee away so long
From one whose eyes seek thee?
Why art thou sulking
In mute silence?
No true lover hath wooed one
So much and so long
As he who's wooing thee,
Singing his heart out
In hopes of securing thee,
Tarry not any more,
O! Sweet mate,
Wing thy way to him
Before he falls silent
Leaving thee to rue
For ever and evermore.
19 June 2018
#dewdrops©akshiwritesOur happy tears fell on our hands, held together.They glistened like dewdrops of loveon the grass of most pure bond, ours.
Dewdrops of love
©akshiwritesOur happy tears fell on our hands, held together.They glistened like dewdrops of loveon the grass of most pure bond, ours.
How your voice,seeps into my ears,sailing through my minda beautiful voyage it finds,never seems to wear off.As time grows with age,calming my rage,entering into nirvanalike a sage.Fears fade away,as my body sways,your voice on a looplike a song it plays,in my mind as I say,let me surrender my body,to the rhythm of your melody.©_inked_feelings_
#alliteration 0213108 #wod #ceesreposts #soulraabta #julietscorner @miraquillDedicated to @blooming_fossil You can skip if you're not fond of children or their poems.But if you are, you can tap here#childrenzToo young for #pod but (I guess) mature for elementary school students
The breeze bends the bushes,The cattle chew their cud,And dragonflies are no dragons;They couldn't care less The count and his cosmic castle.They robe in robes - the red,And also the blue and the black;They scan and skim the surfacesOf lazy logs and lovely lakesAnd couldn't care lessAbout dragons and dying dwarfs.©ckfilvan