maiatamarain

~when you fall asleep tonight just remember that we lay under the same stars~��

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  • maiatamarain 2d

    #mondo #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill

    If you don't like this poem....scold @faisal_hussain_haqqani_ for he asked me to go for it!��

    Thank you for EC people ��❣️

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    What is the colour of my skin?

    It's the shade of vintage poetries which was once sent by the sunset to dusk but on the way got burned by twilight's jealousy!


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  • maiatamarain 3d

    #pastoralpoem #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill

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    Whenever I see polaroids of 1971
    I breathe Septembers and Octobers of 50 years ago
    When I had the sun-dried skin of 15
    After great battles & wars
    I counted deaths by fallen autumn leaves
    And my muddy feet recited stories
    Of erosions and earthquakes
    This naked mind of mine
    Understood the play of broken plates
    And the unspoken messages on the dining table
    Me a house of recovering scars
    Found solace by the countryside river
    The way the water hugged the underlying rocks
    Made my soul feel the cries of the dying sunsets
    For this was the body of a normal teen
    Who had the adventures of climbing hills
    And had sung lullabies to her own silhouette
    Who knew why clouds sobbed
    When they bid farewell to each other
    And why the beauty of seedlings
    Were strong enough to make one's heart soft
    'Cause back then in her farmland
    She painted her feelings in hues of sky
    And silently drank the folk lyrics
    Played by the cassettes

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  • maiatamarain 1w

    #wod #anaphora ��? @writersnetwork @miraquill


    I hate it when people say
    If I die who cares?
    Like yes nobody gives a damn about you

    Except the daffodils who used to
    Sway their florets whenever you sang

    Except the strings of your electric guitar
    Who felt your touch as pure as a sense of love

    Except the clothes which will forever
    Keep your smell sewed in their threads

    Except the walls of your house
    Which will miss the imprints of your hands

    Except the stack of your favourite books
    Which will mourn your presence sitting in dust

    Except your party sneakers
    Which will no more enjoy the disco lights

    Except the empty hallways
    Which will die remembering your forlorn myths

    Except the fluffy pillows
    Which had your secret dreams burned in them

    Except the picture in the frame
    Which with time forgot to love itself

    Except all the things
    Which once belonged to you

    Yeah nobody gives a damn about you
    Except the face in the mirror who used to smile
    With confidence every morning!

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    You with your thoughts forgot the purpose of being alive a long way ago!

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  • maiatamarain 2w

    #wod #start @writersnetwork @miraquill

    When a smile is everything you need!!❣️
    Thank you for EC mirakeeans��
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    ~I love when the curve of your lips forms a smile which makes thousands of lilacs bloom even in a winter sky~
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  • maiatamarain 2w

    @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts

    She was a song,
    A song with no hands & legs,
    I liked it once,
    And now I not,
    Face of grief,
    Appetite of loneliness,
    She bleeds,
    And bleeds,
    And bleeds.

    I were the writer,
    Writer with a paralysed mind,
    And calloused palm,
    Left the bridge incomplete,
    With stirring madness,
    Chorus makes no sense no,
    She bleeds,
    And bleeds,
    And bleeds.

    Us was the music,
    Music without a soul,
    'cause the instruments refused to fit in,
    And so the story changed routes,
    For I beheld the magic,
    Once...
    And now I not,
    This is why she still bleeds,
    And bleeds,
    And bleeds.

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    ©maiatamarain

  • maiatamarain 2w

    Stars aren't bright enough
    To enlighten a soul
    The way she does


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  • maiatamarain 3w

    #travel #wod #pod @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts

    Miraquill = ocean = sky
    Mirakeeans = sailers = clouds
    Heart = earth

    Thank you for the WN repost and EC ��❣️
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    In the vast ocean floating above the ground
    We the sailers in our boats of imagination
    Travel to explore the obscure treasurers of poetry
    Even after knowing the risk of drowning
    We never fail to enlighten the sky!

    Thoughts are exchanged when
    We share our seats and form a secret club
    Sometimes they call it "Dead poets society" 'cause When this earth is drained out of happiness
    Some of us pen obstacles as thunderstorms
    While others weep tears of pain
    Ash gray ones recite the tales of sadness
    While others shower white balls of hope (snow)
    Few of us take flight with flock of starlings
    Flapping wings of metaphors
    While others paint the blue canvas
    With rose petals of love and sunflowers of sunsets
    Some become the wind to brush
    The bloomed dandelions deep rooted in the soil
    While others handover melodies to peace
    And so on each of us wandering
    Award each other handful of our mind

    Maybe we'll succeed in future
    The soil won't ask for our presence anymore
    We'll disappear and that day will be marked
    With death of thousands of seamen
    While mourning our demise
    The ocean will give rise to our descendants and then
    Again this earth will recover from its poetic heartbreak

    (Y'all agree with me?)

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    ©maiatamarain

  • maiatamarain 4w

    ~You were my summer love now all my poetries whisper your name~

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  • maiatamarain 4w

    #wod #beauty @writersnetwork @miraquill


    Beauty is upon you like caramel on an ice cream
    The beauty of penning down gorgeous mistakes
    I walk past the same homestead as you do
    I suspire the unmistakable fragrance from a snacks counter same as you
    Work all weekdays return with a headache
    Like yours my weekends are relaxing too
    But how do you sum it all up in a piece of poetry?
    I tried and failed writing terrors and fantasy nights
    Held my diary up in the sky like a floating bird
    To see if the blues could dive in these pages
    Tiptoed your steps in search of finding a poet in me
    Sat in silence to adore the beauty of starlings
    Read books to invite knowledge for a brunch with me
    But how do you convince everything to be in your poetry?
    Evenings spent watering thirsty plants
    Watched sunsets breathe twilight
    Tried writing some sonnets by the spring tree
    In hopes of them telling me secrets hidden In those stanzas
    Buckled up my shoes for a journey not so long
    To find beauty in mosses and lichens
    Seasons afloat but I'm still here in this cage
    Where the bars are made up of metaphors
    Soon will I find a key and come up with a poem
    Of my own so bright that this time beauty shall be all mine

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    ©maiatamarain

  • maiatamarain 5w

    #start #wod @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts
    Thank you for EC ��❤️

    @itrytotpwk you are just amazing!!!!! I love you sooo soo much!!!! Thank you for stitching a dress for this poetry!!! �� Thankkkk youuu!!!��❣️

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    When the music dies
    I'm unable to hear the rhythm of my beating heart
    Well now I know she wasn't the music
    I played by the water fountain
    I shut the doors for peace
    False heartedly believed she crept in
    But when I unfolded my map
    She was nowhere to be seen

    The day her ship sank
    She came to me in her tuxedo
    No trace of misery glimpsed in her lips
    Because the argosies which got buried
    Departed with my luggages in it
    She hugged me tight
    Phoney sympathy dripped from her tongue
    Who knows if her mind
    Licked my soul just for fun

    When the leaves turn(ed) brown
    I asked autumn to take away my love
    A perfect time to mould my poetries
    With sound of crunching petals
    Beneath the yellow light of dusk
    Some part of her stayed with me
    Which I escorted all the way
    To the necropolis for a bitter goodbye

    I wrote a fairytale
    About Her & I on the epidermis of leaves
    With ink the colour of red wine
    Flowing from my wrist
    Sitting beneath a sky assorted
    In fragments of my blood
    I know if I leave her forever
    My honey coloured eyes will
    Be able to see the beauty except her
    Then maybe these leaves who keep
    My poetries safe will not alone be my friend

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    ©maiatamarain