This is poem, Of a mourning sky, That sheds away stars Ripping off one entire city My hometown, To be precise, Is where my mother grows sunflowers Under cloudy smiles, Of a foggy rainbow And I wait in this poem, Untill the sky's demise I see birds crossing territories And broken shores Just to build a home Out of wreckages Woven with love My words change shades Like weather forecasts Is it too long? Have I been tripping, On fault lines? Or am I the poem Smiling between a storm?
Sunsets time travel, To their native place Here we learn, To embrace summers While the winter soldier Is still not dead I'm scared for this poem To dissolve in a void Into nothingness, It's morning already, Nothing breaks like a heart Not even the skies I open my eyes Someone stole my reverie And I lost my quill
It was a pleasure to be read by you all, and a greater pleasure to read you all. I had the loveliest time here, but I believe it's time I indefinitely postpone visiting here. Take care and never stop writing.
The other side of an apocalypse Starts to seem Like Hitler's love story Almost unscripted While mortals brooded Upon war zones The rain-Gods you see, Flood your territories While an old lady Who plants sunflowers On the remnants of, The broken state lines By the same storm, Who took her child away
There will be books written And banners raised Yet the Gods will fire a treatise To immortalise the storm You will hear sobs You will hear screams But if you make it, To the cyclone's eye You'll hear your name From the other side Of the apocalypse And I swear, That's what True poetry sounds like.
Gen-z teens these days Are high on keto diet Strictly vegan meals And insta stories Of post break up haircuts The real deal, Is between Gods and humanity The latter racing towards resignation This is the night, I drunk mail Russia While I over-drug myself Scheming a post-death masterplan Where I knock on humanity's gate With a rejoining letter, In my hand.
January is a painting, Made from the leftovers Of Picasso's pallete To put our lives into a metaphor: The blue skies there, Await for a kite That's anchored too tight But you see some kites Take the best of flights When let go of their strings.
I've built a paper town, Where gypsies halt At lighthouses And pigeons deliver, Their mothers' touch The peddlers sell orphan smiles To barefoot cuckoo's on snowy roofs Houses here, Are mixtapes Of every word you ever wrote And every tune the gypsies sung The maple leaves harvest acid rain, For every autumn that ever passed. The fast cars in your neon-lit city Often lose track to end up here I'm the calm of a warm blue sky You're the call of the electric blues This is the milkyway of transition Where stars align with dreamy hopes You're the nomad to cityscapes I'm the road to autumn town
You're the atlas to foreign world I'm the map you never touched.
~M e g h a// Apocalypse
The song that inspired me: Autumn town leaves by iron & wine
My father's household, Speaks a different vocabulary To mother's Who crossed a sea And a storm, For the sake of her vermilion So when the world tries to drown me, I warn them a poem This is the daughter of the same, You tried to tame, Years back.
And I want to take a moment to say, I find different types of writers here, extremely brilliant and versatile. But there are a lot of people who write here , not to enhance there writing skills but to dump their hearts. I myself am a person who literally writes upon this one topic, which is obviously monotonous which is the skies. And honestly I don't care if my readers get bored of if I'm growing as a better writer or not, but as long as my heart feels good I shall write about the same thing over and over. If you've been reading, then I ask all of you to write whatever the heck your hearts want to and absolutely not give a damn. The prompts can wait, your heart can't. Thank you <3
The skies have mastered, The palmistry To read through the storm lines This is what the fishermen told me When their net caught a poem A discarded one, That had my name All over it. The skies are an atheist's temple, Where I go to pray Spreading my arms At the sun's interlude And ask, "What do you see, Is it a catastrophe? Is it me? Or is it him, All over, again?" A lady from the woods, Stops by the sand :It's always the waves That drowns the ship You're a poem, That made it out, Of the shipwrecks, And storms, And someone out there, Is dowsing the sea For the muse, Behind the lost poem"
My city is devoid, Of sparrows and mailboxes But separatists brick walls, In burnt neighborhoods There're girls whose A grades; Do not make up For their ripped jeans And denim skirts, And fire red hair dyes But you are the one, To deform a Ed-sheeran song So that miss out on the neighbours Bitching behind my back You now nothing, Of insta reels or pop culture But you know what, We'll be fine As long as we get kishore kumar right And Dad, This poem is not for the other day, When I left home in a guy's car But for all the times You took Pride And for my hair I'm going to dye For all the times, You've spinned a happy end To my crappy stories, Of boy-trouble Here's me saying thank you I love you, To the moon and back
The girl with long hair, innocent smile and the dp of Dan Brown's books; that's how the first impression of piyul remains with me till date. Woah, second birthday wish. First one was kinda chaotic like tumhari and chaheti ki convos under my posts. Piyul it seems has gone some tremendous transformation. Piyul is the person who knows everything about everyone, like me and sneha, and we worry a lot and use humour to tone the stress down.
Happy 18th piyul. Kind of makes me realise I'm going to step out of 18 and break into 19. Tch tch I'm getting old. Khair,
The piyul I remember is the kindest person who gave everyone incredibly heartwarming genuine compliments, the piyul I know is the person who never stops trying to be her better self. The piyul I admire is the person who stands upto for her friends and has a strong conscience. Piyul can really ace any genre she wishes to try, just like me jk, the way piyul writes, exists it's just marvelous wonder of nature and is one of a kind.
You know what? When I hear Anuv Jain ke gaane, I think of piyul. Piyul is the clinking sound of rain drops plopping to parched patches of unsewn hearts, she's the kindness everyone perseveres, the kind of happiness she loudly sprinkles whenever she saunters.
Tum jaisi ho bus wesi hi raho
It's such a tragedy that day by day mirakee memories as well as birthdays are slipping away from my mind not so slowly. But I miss everything. I suppose to be this way. Are we happy? Can't say but I feel everyone's doing better than they were. I miss piyul because now when I realise piyul had been there on the journey of sangfroid. Mostly like a shadow, but later half of my journey , her unwavering support and told me to not believe in my doubts regarding of not being a good writer. Thank you piyul for existing. I'm lacking words these days as if they're evaporating out of thin air.
Piyul is the starlit sky hung in the silence against the backdrop of swaying breeze.
Rise high, shine bright piyul, the girl who's got the most beautiful metaphors weaved softly like all the songs of Anuv Jain combined.
The polaroids hanging around her city Tells the story of a pretty eyed girl Who picks up pink periwinkles and Tuck them into her hair like a 90's kid, Her heart is a mural of the purple sky Before sunsets and wisteria thick with Childlike smiles and heather promises. Summertime with its green soft vines Leave her eulogies on her sunkissed backyard Like how tall grass blades get thick with fireflies. She looks like a fresh start in her town where The streets are too old to ask for beginnings But not enough to keep out rooms for healing. There are swelling poèmes at tips of her fingers Of black and blue Romanian metaphors Of the songs of cicadas and robins and murmuration and bottled letters; She is a soul carved out of ancient art With rainbows and sweeter echoes That can only belong to the honeysuckle hills.
It's been ages since I last wrote anything but you are special so efforts have to be made no matter what
To the girl with long hair jiska swag tu aj bhi status mein daalti rehti
We met like last to last year during um, October or November something like this? God damnit. I didn't realize one whole year plus another half has already passed since I met you and we haven't lost touch whatsoever :") Did I ever tell you your sarcasm is still intact since the time I met you? Or should I say it has increased by 20%? But whatever. That's not the reason I like you. Rather I like how you use this satirical side of yours to turn even the gravest conversation into a hilarious one (I hate you for this at the same time). You are caring and kind and a potential friend for anyone who meets you because you just talk easy with everyone wherever you go (chal hutt, tu toh bas satan ki saheli ho skti, a blunt minded at that ). And did I ever tell you that you are first person I talked with over the phone when I am so insecure about my voice and you are the first person I shared my what'sapp number with? Because I wanted to keep the friendship I had with you. We have this bond where I know, jo bhi ho jaye piyul hain, usko pareshan krenge apne dukh ka kahani se xD but jokes aside you have been a great friend last year when we were locked up in our houses from this pandemic situation.
Yaad hain pehle kitna egoistic thi main? (Ab bhi hun par thoda kam pehle se) bas kota ke kachori lekr jhagra kar liya tha tujse aur chaheti se xD uff, kya din tha woh sb. Tbh I miss those days no matter how we wouldn't get along at times. Best days don't come without the worst one and honestly I am so grateful to have you in my life :")
Did you notice the dp? I kept it. The phool you so pyarily send to me on rose day, mujhe nhi pata tha tu lesbo hain par koi na humare paas friendly wala pyaar dherr saara hain, thoda share kr lenge okay?
Emotions toh baki nhi ab meri ma, kafi sed rehti ajkal padhai wadai lekr aur teri neet aa rha (yes, I am giving you a terrible reminder again) par ALL THE BEST PIYUL! Khudka khyal rakh saali, boht tang ho chuki ab toh, kitne baar kehti rehti par nhi apna khyal rakhna nhi aata tujhe (-_-). Just get well soon okay? I don't like to see your health problems pile up more on your plate. Please please take care :( Study hard and keep your head up, you can do it if you want to do it. Happy 18th birthday Piyul Dwivedi
As you might have noticed, I started the countdown 9 days before. Maybe there's a gap between 25th to 30th but that's only because I have been pressed up with too much workload from school (we are getting offline classes now, like finally). Initially there wasn't any plan tbh. Even as I am writing this down for you, I don't feel that I can ever convey how much grateful I am to have met you in the first place in mere letters. But let me try maybe?
It rained here today. Rain has never been my favorite to begin with but I love the rush of cold wind and the smell of earth that comes as a aftermath of it. Things haven't sat well with me lately but today it feels like I am cleansed by nature. Do you understand what I want to say? Just seven hours more and your birthday clock will strike but seven hours before it rains to lift up my spirits. Coincidence? Probably.
You don't realize it but you matter to people here. When our whole group was here, I think you always added the cherry on top of everything with your light hearted spirit. Behind this rectangular screen we all are someone else. But I can only talk about the Piyul or rather the version of Piyul you let me know. I agree it takes a lifetime to know a person but sometimes when we get along like a house on fire, I feel like I have known you a lifetime. You like sunsets and skies and Anuv jain songs and tea over coffee and evening walks and using these ",'' two emojis and mocking publishers here (I am telling you, those moments are just lit) and taking loads of selfies ( don't kill me for this xD) and there's more, maybe an endless list of the little things I could notice in you but just know that you are more than what you think you are. And you will always be so.
You have a beautiful voice. The two times we talked over call, I let you speak more because really you have a beautiful voice. With you, it's like we can pick at any topics (best at dissing each other though) but it's fun. Things feel like home with you because you're more patient with me than you ought to be. And I can't ever thank you enough for this.
She holds out her hands To the acrylic colors of the sky Her soul a little more windswept; A daisy crown over her head She is a May ballerina Waltzing her way through Gathering cosmos and marigolds.
- Riya (or whatever names you like to call me these days )
You know I love sunflowers they are vibrant, colorful and yellow maybe the color of happiness for most people and for me too. And while you're thinking that why she is talking about sunflowers it is because they remind me of you. Standing tall in the summer of youth and following what they want to do. You are similar to them at such young age so mature, beautiful and a kind hearted one. I hit the jackpot when I came across you or might be I was founded by you. I still remember the pandemic and how one day someone started reading all my posts regularly and that made me so happy. (just like sunflowers)
Now, It has been enough about sunflowers let's start about you and things I wish for you. 1.First thing first I want you to crack that exam and get a good opportunity for a good career. 2.I want you to have good people and energy surrounding you. 3.I wish that you never ever go through a hard phase and don't find me there to talk it out with you. That's the least thing I can do, right? 4. I want you to be the kind yet savage person. 5.I wish to keep you as the happy pill in my mind. So, write a whole lot of poems and be happy. Happiest Birthday piyu :)
it's your big day, precious. hope you'll smile your happiest smile by the time you end reading this.
you're one of my good humans, you know that right! here's a small note for you-
I know seasons have turned their faces many times until now, leaves turned from green to yellow to brown, clouds gathered, rained and scattered away, yet this longing for better, happier and more livelier days has only grown stronger. there has been times I've wanted to pull down the grey sky and color it whole with my favorite shades of pink, blue, and all the colors that look happy, maybe you did too. but we're so much humans, aren't we, so we can only think, make up things, maybe on some days, paint our fingernails a perfect red, bake a good enough cake and write letters and poems to remind ourselves and the people we love, of how much we appreciate the good times we've had and wish to have too. I often wonder how great it'd feel, to lie on a verdant piece of earth, a pleasant sun smiling at our faces, a cool wind playing spirals with our hair, and surrounded by sounds of a place we all long to visit together someday. oh how I'd bet all I have for such a day! have I got you smiling yet? I hope I did, because even writing this feels so good. we may be just sisters or friends, or mere strangers who happened to meet each other in this big wonder of a world, and be glad about it forever. it doesn't matter, does it. but I hope you know I'll forever be smiling ear to ear when I think of you, and all the times we've peeped into our hearts through these white screens. someday, just like the day we crossed paths, life will bless us with another one, where we'll no longer be sitting apart but together. I love you, and I hope you live the best story you wish to be in. happy birthday, Piyul!
I wish I had things to say to you, more than I can today or ever. You were my first real friend there Piyul. And it was a wonder, how we clicked so fast. But this must be same for everyone who has met you because this is how much you make a person comfortable. You've made my Mirakee home, Piyul. You were the person through whom I could see the kindness of people. You've taught me so many things in life, and i could never thank God enough for it. You've taught me how kindness can change a person's outlook on life and how one person is enough to do that. You taught me how few words of encouragement can bring out the best in someone and compel them to be better. I met you at a point of time when I had nothing. No friends, no classmates, no one to call my own because no one understood. You taught me what kindness feels like, what encouragement feels like, what being understood feels like. And I would be lying if I say you don't have any part in making me who I am when the truth is, you are the very first person who inspired me to be kind to people and to be warm. And most of who I am, is a flame which you started. I'm sure you've touched so many lives like this Piyul. And it's just a warm reminder on your special day. Because very less people can impact on so many people's lives in such a less period of time. You will always be in my heart. And it's been a blessing to have talked to you, to have known you. I still remember our comments and the day you were sharing us about your past amd present situations. This birthday, I'll pray for your boards, of course. And your upcoming exams. May you get everything you wished for and everything you're meant to get. Never forget your worth Piyul. And never forget that we, are always here. Just a text/comment away. And lastly, you are by far the warmest person I've met in Mirakee. I'll always lovee youuu. Many many happy returns of this day lovee. I miss youu.
Idk what possibly more I can say here. It will all be a repetition of how much you mean to me. I know I have persuaded you into staying awake (I am not sorry at all for this) but only because I wanted you have something to remember. Something you can hold close to your heart.
Don't ever be mistaken how strong and brave you are, don't let people define you ever. Here's a small token of gift from me, the least I could do for you.
With periwinkles tucked under her hair And sunflowers hitched over her lips, Words have been her safest home, for heartbreaks turn into poetry for even catastrophes, which makes the crescent of moon whole.
Beautiful wouldn't suffice for the heart you've got kyu ki - Tu hei noor sa ,noor hi hai alag.
Isliye - Tum Jaisi Ho Bus Wesi Hi Raho♥️
Happiest birthday beautiful human . I have been a great fan of your words and than beautiful smile of yours and may you never lose it.Wish we could have met earlier but koi nahi I am glad I atleast had the chance of knowing you. And to my fellow anuv fan jaldi hi concert mei jane ka mauka mile.Hope you have a great day and your day ends with the most beautiful sunset and even bigger smile on your face.