Miraquill
तेरी एक झलक, चाँद पे भी भारी ।
मुझे कर गुलाब,
मेरी स्मृति को भी कि आभारी ।
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komo_senses
9w
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Gloom-Flub-Valiant
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A white lie.
Keeping
my mind awake;
Effusion of emotions on surly pages.
©komo_senses -
Dupery..
I still remember the gaze,
Felt the binding of our craze.
Everything felt foreordained;
Falling for all the imperfections.
As cheesy as it may sound,
Everything I searched for; was found.
Shared thoughts and walked for miles,
Time seemed to run out,
But we stayed a little over,
It was almost like the Sun always shines.
As beautiful as it could be for a story,
Life is not always in your glory.
I was there, once again, left with the truth,
It was nothing else but duplicy which was pure
smooth.
As fumble as I could be,
Wrote stories earlier and entitled them " Until next time ",
Only to know, it will never come again.
©komo_senses -
komo_senses
109w
Dear Love..
You are the silent letter that I should never have pronounced.
©komo_senses -
Afloat in the fantasy.
Lost; in its ecstasy
A dream; so allure,
Embraces her wants,
In the form of a solstitial colure.
©komo_senses -
You were a Chapter and that's all you were.
It starts, it progresses and it ends.
©komo_senses -
Until Next time..
The destination that was 54 miles away; the hush hush of last night. One is a phobic and another is a Wild Fly. Few words and readable eyes; His smile was blazing in that showery daylight. Approached the brilliance of nature, detoxing the pollutants within. Short steps side by side; luckily they don't see an ending and an uninterrupted passing of smiles. The sky dusted and with a promise to meet again, two heavy hearts bade goodbye..
©komo_senses -
Shabdo se panno ko toh bhardiya humne,
Bas iltija hein ki koi inhe parhne ki tamanna rakhe.
©komo_senses -
Dear Comrade,
You are a replica of the moonlight,
Warm on an extremely rainy night.
You are myrtles, roses, doves, sparrows and swans,
Symbolizing Aphrodite; The Goddess of beauty and love.
Those tiny light brown eyes have their own charm,
Clones the curve of your smile, giving the most pleasant sight.
Cheerful and graceful is your every move,
Your dance; replicates the Paradise Riflebird in it's most gleeful mood.
©komo_senses
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paperwhites
62w
Read MoreDrops dripping down the window-pane
As i walk through a nearby lane
Soaked supple surface setting in preface
As i tap my feet flat on the terrace
Panaromic petrichor perfume drowns me in
As i feel zephyr puffing a kiss to my chin
I ponder how softly it falls on the ground
Dressing the green in a dreamy crown
Magpie chirps melody as it pins to it's nest
With raindrops filtering away her day's dust
Legion pits enticing rain to fill them up
And i bring back a souvenir clutching the cup
Sizzling symphony pours the lonely hearts
And a wisteria wills an aid of healing arts
Does the wind make bells chime
or it's the sound of Rimjhim?
I wonder how it turns me up
His love or the sirimiri heat?
I find myself flitting to every beat
-SG
#rains
Much obliged♡ @writersnetworkRains
And I fall for you the same way rain falls for you
Over and over, again and again
—SG -
alxita
62w
Read MoreThank you @writersnetwork for reposting! �� [6]
#rains #bflowerc #wod #alx_poemsduality of love
In Her domain lies the lush open
O, reigning 'til the sun has forsaken;
Alfresco from the closures' end
Bailed out no less to be shaken
Out of the woods he waded
Into a steep, angry abyss
Wanting more of a guardian fated
To ease the boulders in its bliss
Yet the rain's in its black dress,
Flowing like the rivers crashing by,
Has ceased not since its fearfulness
Of a shaky cliff she clasps in demise
Almost as a beautiful fracture,
Only to be doused in poetic regret;
Dolorous in the overtures
Of a new, indecipherable fret
The poet and the lonely rain,
Both a ferris wheel apart in time,
Covered in the ashes retained
From misty views and dull grime
The last dance of theirs along
Would be a garden of Morning Glories,
As the fall of September reigns long
In the dusk of duality.
©alxita
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lone_dolphin
62w
Read More#rimjhimtales #pluviophilic #rains #unbiased #wod
#pod #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the
Kind repost ��
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RIMJHIM AND A PLUVIOPHILE
Ever met a Pluviophile? I'm one..
Meet my mate Rimjhim✨
That's her Sanskrit sobriquet..
Do witness her eloquent epithet..
You can hear her from distant lands,
The brontide declares her arrival ,
When she arrives, there's positive vibes,
And you'll marvel at her soothing petrichor.
Her transparency : she's crystal clear
Neither dark nor fair ..
She is a moody child,not flippant though,
Either intermittent or incessant flow..
And the best part goes..
She's Friends with all those..
Who could appreciate her exuberant soul
And cherish the children hoppipola!!!
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She's my best mate
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cleomoon
67w
Flicker
Soft scents of you
Cling to the air
Splinters of memory collect again
You spoke in poetry
Safe places feel as
Home
As you ever did
You raged and raged
Against the knife
The edge you
Danced upon
You had no where
No one
Quick schemes
Dissolving thoughts
Wasted talents
Anxious bones
And you drift
Into the night
©cleomoon -
romantic__
67w
Read MoreShe feels a weight being thrusted into her chest
Like a hammer to a nail
Or a tornado on land
But lately the only thing she can do is watch
as the waves from the ocean crash into the rocks
of her heart.
It gets heavier at times but she keeps trying despite
the way it hurts.
“when will it end? how do i keep moving forward when
all I can do is that?”
she rocks herself to sleep with her
knees up to her chest.
her heart beat beats out of control.
it’s all she can hear. it’s louder than her thoughts.
all she wants to do is disappear.Disappear
-im waiting for you
B.B.
©tornromantic -
reshma_kausar_mohideen
67w
Read MoreMY VILLAGE.
Where the zephyr of Empyreans blow,
fireflies fearlessly flow with their glow,
Rivers run melliflously wearing their foamy anklets,
Waving swans and ducks forming a white coverlet.
Plumpy fruits and budding flowers play hide and seek,
even cowing of crows feels like a melodious music,
tall coconut trees with their sachharine watery treats,
golden enticing mangoes and spreaded tarmarind sheets.
The drops of rain when kiss the virgin ground,
tranqulises my soul when earthy scent diffuses around,
Lilies and sunflowers woven together forming the scarf of fields,
early morning crowing of rooster and cows shedding their yields.
Sitting alongside the courtyard in the state of solace with a dim lamp,
a diary and a pen dipping its nib in the inkpot to become damp,
earth poised beneath the cold sheets of the moon and stars,
whilst I quote a poem narrating the tale of each of my scars.
©reshma_kausar_mohideen
*Reshma kausar Mohideen*
*Insta handle: sword_of_word_86.*
#mirakeeworld
#mirakee
#writersnetwork
#writerscommunityA TRANQUIL PLACE.
©reshma_kausar_mohideen
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For today I have lost
For today I have lost
I have no road out
No path to take me home
Pain and suffering is all I have by my side
No longer do I have the will to set out on an adventure
Nor do I have the strength to fight off the brewing storm
For today I am wounded
Tired of my duty
I will find myself a place to rest
And think carefully about my wounds
My battles, victories and especially this defeat
I will live this moment again and again
Till it becomes a memory I can play any time I please
For now I must rest
Give into whatever life has to throw at me
I'll become one with the earth today
And lay down till I feel like myself again
Cuts and cuts cover my body
All in vain and only to be stuck in this rut
For the night is long and dark
I shall hold onto whatever I have dear
Memories of my loved ones are all that can rekindle my soul
For them I shall rise again
Rise again I shall with the flame of the sun
Forge a new soul to fend off the horrors of time
For I may have lost today but tomorrow everything shall be mine
I will fight till my dying breath and emerge victorious again
For today I have lost but tomorrow I shall win
©theguywhosortawrites -
Like the puzzle fits.
I am the lost charm
And you are the serendipitous
Dilemma.
I am the sigh
You are the exhale.
We both are same
In this inception
Concluding excluding
Like hit and trial method.
No one on the losing side
Just our head
Colliding from time to time.
Like footsteps
Tracing each other backward,
I am the silhouette
Of your eastern sunrisen shadow;
Done showing the face
The mournful eyes.
Seeing you seeing me
Is the fortune
In this tragic
So let's take the bet
Who will give up first
To end this
Blasphemy?
-ru -
siddharthajana
67w
Have I grown into someone else?
I think I am caught in a jar of twisted lies
Those wispy clouds hanging in a cap of melancholy
The stitches of love torn apart by rosebuds of envy
Preoccupied by a can of arrogance
Bleeding from.a blotch of lies
The seeds of peace sown by grains of hope
My dreams crying at my fate
Crazily careless with humbled enthusiasm
Aging with every moment and breathing anger
I welcome the acid rain with open arms
I have lost my spine to old age and beyond
The crown of truth eloping with each breath
I fire up my engines one last time
My veins growing numb as I write
The pain seems to fragment into tiny wings
Flying without colorless feathers into the sky
The ice is caught on the fringes of my windows
I have taped every conversation and each moment
Your soulful love is now my legacy
Sometimes the hurt seems too much to bear
I may have drunk too much of your poison
But what passion has taught me can never forget
Through the wispy cloud you appear one last time
All I can feel now is your shaking hand.
Rainbows of the heart comfort my sorrow
Your touch like a soulful song playing in the background
My room never loses the mystic aroma of your soul
The night smiles at me as I wander with you in my hands
I shiver a thousand times inhaling my enemy
Picking up a gun shooting at my mirror
I know my deafy soul has now died
Through the passing years I have resurrected
I am afraid to live in my own shadow
With cheeky bones and featherless peace
Having outgrown my age I have lost the plot
I pass into days of suffering from countless tragedy
My soul weakened from.the growing hurt
My eyes cut apart by the strains of failure
Year after year winding up at the same place
Have I grown into someone else?
~siddharthajana -
dyingpoet
67w
Harnessing Our Monsters
Humanity is built on compassion
Empathy
And the ability to care for others
So what are we
Those of us that are Human
But lack humanity
Soulless sadistic Sirens
Trapped in the body of a human?
Or are we just broken
forever unfixable?
We’ll take your heart as a token
Can’t promise to be likeable
We can wish upon a star
But we are whatever we are
It doesn’t matter that we’re strange
Because we sure as hell aren’t capable of change
Fallen from grace
A mask as our face
For the mask is indeed far more comforting
Than our true selves, all charred from burning
So be aware
Lest you insult us, and we actually care
In a dreamlike haze
This world we can raze
@dyingpoet
