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  • mystic_ 208w

    হারানো হাসি

    নীরব ও প্রাচীন সেই প্রান্তরে,
    হাসির কোলাহল কী তোমার মনে‌‌ পরে?
    মনে পরে সেই নবারুণের স্পর্শ?
    জোৎস্নার আলোয়, আত্মাদের সংঘর্ষ?

    ভুলিও না সেই দিনের কথা,
    বিরহের গানে লুকোনো অগম ব্যথা।
    ভালোবাসা অনুভূতির শিকড় হতে,
    কল্কে পাওয়া তোমার মতে।
    --মৈত্রেয়ী ভাদূড়ী--

  • mystic_ 209w

    #love #ink #mbd #dgx #spreadlove #fifthharmony #pod #mirakee #alchemic_faerie
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @toxicity @epistles_by_somdyuti @the_euphoric_soul @jane_jinia @tomorrow_is_amazing @dhrubotaraa @the_secret_soul



    Inspired from one of my favourite songs:

    WRITE ON ME

    "Pick up the pen, put it on the paper
    Write on my skin, bring me to life
    Can't start again, there ain't no eraser
    All of my flaws, you got them so right
    Everything is blank until you draw me
    Touching on my body like you know me
    Write on me
    Color outside the lines
    Love the way you tear me up
    Baby take your time
    Write on me
    Give me some wings, I'll fly
    Love the way you tear me up
    I'll never change my mind
    Write on me, write on me
    Write on me, write on me
    (Write on me)
    Write on me (write on me)
    Write on me
    Love the way you tear me up
    Write on me
    You are my friend, straight and no chaser
    Burns going down but it keeps me alive
    Tell me the truth, I like the danger
    'Cause in the end you will be mine
    Everything is gray until you draw me
    Touching on my body like you know me
    Write on me
    Color outside the lines
    Love the way you tear me up
    Baby take your time
    Write on me
    Give me some wings, I'll fly
    Love the way you tear me up
    I'll never change my mind
    Write on me, write on me
    Write on me, write on me
    I could see a city sleep
    I could see an ocean wave
    Everything is changing and it's written on my face
    I could see a city sleep
    I could see an ocean wave
    Everything is changing and it's written on my face
    Write on me
    Color outside the lines
    Love the way you tear me up
    Baby take your time
    Write on me
    Give me some wings, I'll fly
    Love the way you tear me up
    I'll never change my mind
    (Write on me) (Write on me)
    Write on me, (Write on me)
    Write on me, (Write on me)
    Write on me (write on me)
    Write on me, (write on me)
    (Won't you write on me yeah)
    (Write on me)
    Love the way you tear me up
    Write on me
    Write on me
    Write on me
    Write on me"
    ----------------FIFTH HARMONY ��
    (the group of angels from paradise)

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    Ink of love

    Let the days be counted
    when days apart were years alike.
    Amidst the heart, a place homelike!
    Painted with darker shades of red.

    That day when you clasped my hand
    Whispered the red to my heart
    With dexterous and chromatic art
    You drizzled magic with your mystic wand.

    You inked verses of love,
    On petals that giggle and laugh
    Blossomed on arms of bough
    Of trees, unseen, in mist and curve

    You wrote on me
    Oath of your breathe and life
    And that promise, even afterlife.
    -"Forever with you is a bliss of glee."
    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 209w

    @the_polymath @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @jane_jinia @anonymous_pheonix @dhrubotaraa @somdyuti_ray @pranat03 @the_secret_soul @dreamer_with_an_ink
    #pod #fury #wordoftheday #dgx #mbd #destiny #fate

    **References :

    1. Myth of Sisyphus= (French: Le Mythe de Sisyphe) is a 1942 philosophical essay by Albert Camus. ... In the essay, Camus introduces his philosophy of the absurd, man's futile search for meaning, unity, and clarity in the face of an unintelligible world devoid of God and eternal truths or values.

    2. Moerae= In Greek mythology, the Moirai or Moerae (/ˈmɔɪraɪ, -ri/; Ancient Greek: Μοῖραι, "apportioners"), often known in English as the Fates (Latin: Fata), were the white-robed incarnations of destiny (God of destiny)

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    Destiny

    A chortle of glee glitters paradise.
    A scream of fury fosters vice.
    Sibylline auguries hunch towards reality.
    Myth of sisyphus* reveals chains of fatality.

    Glee or fury opt ensue of the theory
    As bliss or curse of Lord Moerae*.
    Theory of salvation, perdition or fate.
    Either in hues of love or of hate.

    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 210w

    Those rhythmic eyes

    Ruffling the curles
    upto my shoulder,
    among all the girls
    I am sitting at the corner.

    The shaft, which pierce through
    the window with tenderness,
    whisper the lyrics of purple hue
    as the butterflies dance with wildness.

    The feel of zeal, touch of delicate mirth
    with the essence of bise,
    obscure abstracts take birth
    everytime when I look into your eyes.

    Space dwindles as love mingles.
    Ocean, sky and trees blend in those eyes.
    Heart throbs swiftly as mind jingles.
    With a blink, love seem to disguise.

    Everytime when I look into your eyes.
    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 210w

    @mirakee @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @strikhedonia @jane_jinia @dhrubotaraa @somdyuti_ray @the_secret_soul @anonymous_pheonix @tomorrow_is_amazing
    #love #rage #spreadlove #dgx #mbd #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork




    Bursting with rage, she hurled off all the dispersed stuffs lying on her escritoire. A concerning voice of someone, well acquainted, inquired from the down stairs asking "Kiara? Are you alright?". Perhaps this question of concern vexed her more.

    "Do you really think so? Even the stray dogs bark with some logic but you never prefer to speak wisely"--was the swift reply.

    The last allegation seemed virtual to Ken and therefore he found it wise to stay inarticulate than to add an effort in the futile controversy which was speculated as her victory a long ago. He always preferred solitude over confrontations and thereby manifesting his saintly accustoms, he walked away with mild footsteps.

    After a minute or two Kiara yelled, "spare me". She slammed the door as she left with her black umbrella. The solemn situation was juxtaposed with the allure of heavenly rain drops but Ken had no time to relish upon the beauty of the panorama in the firmament as he was completely strained with her frenetic rage.

    Ken went upstairs towards her room. While arraying all the scattered paraphernalia for writing , he found an old diary. He was amazed with one of the poetry inked in it.

    It stated-

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    Rage smiles behind love

    Are you reading this?
    Well come, let me speak.
    The rationale of inking my wish.
    Honey! My rage is weak.

    Conflict of duty and desire
    In dreams, fancy and reality
    Made me astrayed in bizarre.
    Counting all the ways of an amnesty.

    When rooms got void
    and words hushed,
    verses were annoyed
    and my ink never blushed.

    I yearned for your presence
    In my desolated dream
    As you were the part of my essence.
    Testified whenever I scream.

    My screams and wails are all for adore
    As they always astray with the arrival of dawn
    Myriad emotions manifested in galore.
    As daisies always sang the song of love in our happy lawn.


    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 211w

    Dare to love

    Breathe the fire, watch the pebble's dance.
    As with kiss of zephyr, the angels glance.
    Throw the mask, revive the child.
    Smile of dusk in her shaft so mild.
    Dare to speak, manifest the truth.
    I heard diastole beats' creak, allure of youth.
    Expressive visions, words galore.
    Surreptitious emotions, all of adore.
    Act in time, psyche may astray.
    Chant the hymn, song of soothing bay.


    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 211w

    A read for the sake of love?
    A prayer for love..

    Never tired of loving you
    In ashes of purple hue
    I had explored your fire, your bones
    The smell of love seemed well known!

    LOVE FOR LOVE'S SAKE

    The crowd of vagabond clouds
    Wandered around; deprived of all bounds
    Appeared bizarre to usual
    As it's gaiety accustoms were perpetual
    No one ever dared to restrain them
    As they ruled the entire game
    It annihilated the reign of all terrors
    With the sword of brave warriors
    Warriors of freedom, warriors of love,
    Clutched with wide wings of dove.
    A dream of liberty glistered bright!
    Radiance of glee twinkled light.
    Forever was the destiny.
    In arms of life, A wish of trinity!
    "O' give thy psyche
    To dwell in realms of deity
    I pray thee for the bliss
    In name of the Chris
    For the bond, eternal
    For the love, immortal"
    The kiss of dawn lighted the dream
    The hug of sunshine weaved the beam
    For the mist that pray
    In hollow of morning ray
    I wish the vagabond!
    An itinerant pneuma for the eternal bond.
    ©mystic_

    #hollow #mbd #love #pod #dgx #mirakee #writersnetwork #wordoftheday #prayer
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @strikhedonia @jane_jinia @dhrubotaraa @somdyuti_ray @the_secret_soul @anonymous_pheonix @tomorrow_is_amazing

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    Love for love's sake

    ©mystic_

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    Chorale of love

    Heart quivered briskly,
    Breathe murmured your name.
    Letters striked the walls gently,
    Swain along, initiated the game.

    Game of love, game of zest,
    In shaft of sunshine, blossomed charm.
    Made a loop as rhythms blessed,
    In depths of heart a fire so warm!

    Pages turned and story started,
    Tales of love all for you.
    Daisies blushed as aura halted,
    Mingle of hearts in hues of blue.

    Bliss of paradise lighted the scene,
    Pearls of solitude erected the dream.
    Intimacy of ardour nurtured the teen,
    All blended in essence of the theme.
    ©mystic_

  • mystic_ 213w

    Dead poetess
    The chromatic ink was juxtaposed with the venom in insensate conscience of mine. Radiance of panorama was hushed into desolated walls of scornful oeuvre. The verses wept in agony and obsession for your betrayal. The promise of eternal love seemed to dwell behind the shadow of illusion. My heart halted to throb for your volatile adore. My consciousness sucked the memories of my past and sobbed ruefully. I recalled the commemoration of those rhythmic nights when my poetry was woven with the essence of your bones and your blood. The aesthetic allure of poetry blinded its vision into the darkness of zilch, where its sense of futility shaded the pneuma of words. Poetry was explored weeping out of dire fortune and hapless attune. The accustoms of inking dwindled its existence towards the sinister of deceit erected with the pure betrayal of yours. Thus the existence of poetry was washed with the bygone wind of lamentation. The dead poetess scribbled down in affliction the tales of demise of her dear poetry and of the dead psyche of the dulcet melody of rhythmic symphony.
    #dgx #writersnetwork #deadpoetess #betrayal #mirakee
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @anonymous_pheonix @dhrubotaraa @somdyuti_ray @the_euphoric_soul @jane_jinia @inked_thoughts_of_mine @willow923

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    Dead poetess

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  • mystic_ 213w

    CITYLIGHTS
    Those pristine mansions dazzling bright
    Where lavishment procures its supreme height
    And dwellers breathe in air of opulence
    And silhouette of riches exist in affluence

    The aristocrats gamble their capital in euchre
    Lose wealth once gained in lucre
    Smirk a bit and abjure their pride for wealth
    Gain the double of earlier lose in phoney stealth

    Those sparkling vanity bags and high heels
    Are all of spurious allure won in feign deals
    The shine and brightness are all a lie
    Authentic reverence and existence dump under a fie

    The citylights and fake masks
    Rich accustoms and disgust of brusques
    Significance of social image
    And zilch concern of life in scrimmage.

    #rich #dgx #mirakee #writersnetwork #citylights
    @writersnetwork @coldplaydreams @panache_stains_and_hangovers @dhrubotaraa @somdyuti_ray @the_euphoric_soul @inked_thoughts_of_mine @anonymous_pheonix @mirakee

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    CITYLIGHTS

    Playing with spurious allure.
    Exclaiming it to be the only cure.
    Oh!..come out of blindness
    Perspect the authentic beauty of world in exactness.

    Perhaps the citylights have blinded your vision
    And have made you fake in collision
    In the muddle of lust and greed
    You will explore yourself now performing all misdeed.
    ©mystic_