Miraquill
Almost
I'm.. I'm not happy around you anymore
And I swear it's not you, it's me
I don't understand there's always a hint
A hint of worry behind my smile
A weight in the pit of my stomach when I'm around you
I don't like it, you make me feel insecure?
It's not jealousy, it's not resentment
I miss the warmth in your hugs and the sparkle in your eyes
You feel like an oasis, you are there but its not true
It's not true that even if your mouth says you love me
Your eyes scream volumes that your love has vanished
You make me feel like autumn, although watching myself fall for you felt beautiful
It's a bitter truth that I have fallen, for you at the cost of losing myself
And I know it's foolish of me to try holding onto you in hope that it's just a nightmare
But darling it's broad daylight and I don't know what to do
The coldness of your winters, has reached my heart too
It feels like falling for you was like walking into a home
Which was never mine even if it almost did feel like home for a bit, almost
And I guess this is where I become homeless?
©officially_ray
officially_ray
Yoo niceu paprika ��
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I'm 20 but you're still 10
You're like the cool breeze on a summer day
You fill my emptiness like a cream filled cappuccino
"Silly" I laughed at your milk- moustache
Hearty giggles that you let out watching that stupid show on Netflix
"Oh please, F. R. I. E. N. D. S is the best show dummy
As we unintentionally slam those matching pillows into each other's faces
Your presence that fills the room, like your bonsai filled balcony
Evergreen
You loved autumn like you loved being carefree
Like those cinnamon leaves that wither from a maple tree
You started falling away, fading from my clasp,from photo frames
Where are you now? You've left me in Autumn
Even after you promised you'll stay with me
Through the winter till the spring
"I want to watch the sakura festival with you"
I've been waiting, since I was 10
I'm twice that age now,Where are you?
I've never seen the spring, because I've been waiting for you
In the winter, freezing in the cold, yet burning in the desire
For you to clasp my hands and run away with me to the spring
And for once and for all, to watch the cherries blossom
promising that you are actually here and it's not chimerical
It's not true that I'm 20 and you're still 10
You're still here right?
Right?
©officially_ray -
officially_ray
14w
Read MoreTo the lover I lost.
There was an image prompt in my poetry class today and here's what I wrote, although I'm so sorry I couldn't share the image here.
I wrote this in the context of a guy who lost his girlfriend.
Maybe they just broke up, or maybe she's suffering with amnesia.
I just felt like sharing so...To the lover I lost
Head empty heart clouded
I yearn for your blazing touch as I turn numb
There's nothing that excites me anymore
Knowing that I can no more dwell into your pretty eyes
And I could never again feel your warm embrace
I wish it didn't hurt me so much
I wish it didn't shatter me to the core
I loved you, only you and then I lost you
I still cry over things I have no control about
But when it comes to you I have no tears to cry about
Because I really thought we'd make it till the end
What a wicked game it is!
We're soulmates that aren't meant to be
But then again when you walk past me
But then again when your eyes meet mine
I hope you'd remember
Remember all that has been forgotten
For all I know I loved you, and then I lost you
©officially_ray -
officially_ray
20w
Wily
I'm learning to believe and accept
that no matter what I will ever do
I will never be enough for you
I'm learning to accept that
no matter how hard I try,
you will never be gratified
I have learnt that no matter
who I become, I will always be a failure
that you'd wish to hide
Or maybe
I'm just your vitrine doll that you decorate
to heed your liking
and when I try to be who I am
you break me down and hide me out
I'm learning to believe and accept
nonetheless I'm just your puppet
who you only love to tamper with.
©officially_ray -
Hiraeth
I seeked your comfort,
thought you understood me
But at the end of the day, you and I,
Are just by passers.
I'm just another stranger you're making
memories with.
I know, I know I haven't made people proud,
But when I come running to you
to show my new poem, I don't see the proud smile anymore
You were patient with me, and stayed longer than people usually do
But I think, here it ends.
I have to let go of you, I know you've already did
But when you see me in sight, please don't run away.
Please keep saying you'll be there ,even if you won't.
Give me a reassuring smile, saying it will be okay, even if it won't.
Because you've become my home,
©officially_ray -
Ephialtes:
Recrudescence
Trauma haunting me harder this time
Guilt swallowing me into darkness
Anxiety crawling from underneath my bed
Panic muffling my screams for help
Chained by the past, wounded by love
Scarred by the ones I loved
I silently fall asleep, to my own wailing
Waking up to new demons everyday
They come lurking again at night
All I had to do was to realise,
That I was stuck in a time warp called past.
©officially_ray -
officially_ray
30w
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#genuine_readers #whatever
Me to writers block: I know you'll always stay!��
There was a concert today, I'm so overwhelmed ��Teach me.
You asked me why I couldn't smile
It was just a picture, soon will be a memory
Everyone with brightest smiles
And I'll be searching for my lost one
Looking at people smile
Like its the only thing they've
been doing all their life
Oh how wish I could make you feel the same
You came without a warning label
Made me feel extraordinary
And the next moment, discarded me like dross
You were the same person
Who said - "I'll be here for you"
Only to push me away when I needed you the most
Now you're standing here smiling like psychopath
Could you teach me how to push away my anxiety
cause I know you're good at throwing things away
Oh common, Please show me how to smile,
Even if you'd throw me away again
I need you the most, right now, just now
And I hate myself for that, because I can never push you away like you did.
I'm in a mess of unrequited love.
©officially_ray -
Puppet
I wonder how different I used to be
I loved myself and the world around me
Like a wave you came, splashing at me
A fool I was to let you drag me deep within
Love is what I felt it was
Nightmare it turned out to be
You didn't let me drown
You didn't let me breathe
Trapped in your dreams
You won't set me free
All I am is a pitiful puppet
You play me all day but won't throw me away
Oh how bad I wish
That it would come to an end
I'm sick and tired of being a game
©officially_ray -
officially_ray
41w
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#sucicidal_thoughts
Yes. We do feel like giving up. Sometimes, or maybe most of the times. But, let's just not give up yet. This was when I felt like giving up. I'm not happy now, not yet, but I'm better than what I was yesterday.
And I don't hate myself for that. Yesterday's me is still me, today's me is me, tomorrow's me is also me. But I still deserve all the love, so do you!
Hang in there. Good times are coming too.
#nonsense #genuine_readersDay without me
And of all the times ,
I think of this one particular day,
when I'll no more be walking on this loam,
when I'll be buried deep in the womb of this orb,
and if I could ever be free of this morose trap,
Will I ever be able to sleep peacefully? ,
To rest and never wake up.
For all I know
I'm tired, of trying,
trying to be like one of you,
trying to be the perfect you,
so for once when I will rest in peace
let me be myself and let me escape,
Just like I always do,
I've waited too long,
trying to fit into this world,
A day without me sounds good to you?
Me too..
A day without me sounds perfect to me too
©officially_ray -
officially_ray
45w
Nepenthe
And so he became the light in her darkness,
A home she longed for in her distraught times,
For once he shone bright like sunshine,
Over her scars and her shattered heart,
He had become her Nepenthe ,
He brought her back to eunoia.
©officially_ray
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She's an autumn girl
Who loves the unloved withers
©divshetty04 -
galvanizedthoughts
10w
Read MoreWrote after long
@miraquill #pod
@everrmore @_firefly @surefire
Tried something different
Thank you for the repost @writersnetwork #gtwnContagious
on days where questions such as
who came first
the chicken or the egg
or how was the universe born
On days when a woman
In textbook definition
Is someone who menstruates
I am the but the rind of the jackfruit
Underneath the soft masses of flesh amasses
Someday I am dirt, humus and
Continents of skin
Oceans of salvation
That do not quench
My river of thirsts
My tongue is but arable land
And some days I am enough a man
To plant and plough my seeds
I am both the farm and the farmer
My hands yield a sickle and a lotus
Lotus on which the fortune goddess sits
It's stem from which the universe
Begins and ends
The mud that chortles a laughter full of mirth
They made lathi from my milk teeth
And charged at the invaders
So I replaced them with stubborn steel
Each time my teeth clash
Like waves unto a wayward ship
For each time
There is blood on my bitten tongue
The skies and women bleed together
With a deep sense of kinship
On days when I shed skin
A wronged woman
To a man to collect his rightful dues
Shikhandi I am
I extend my crucified pyre like arms
Twist my own spine
And melt it to form a scabbard
My anger is a serpentine
That extends its jaws
And swallows forest,
Plateaus planes and mountains whole
On other days I am a mighty king
Who was a man and a woman both
With a boon
Who chose to stay a woman
For a woman experiences greater pleasure
When my eyelashes flutter
Kama shoots an arrow for
I am a man that desires a man
I am a woman who desires a woman
I am a man who desires a woman
I am a woman who desires a man
I am a man who desires both
I am a woman who desires both
I am a man who desires all
I am a woman who desires all
I am all who desires all
I am neither who desires neither
I am neither who desires all
I am all that is present in all
The sky the earth
The sand the shore
Rivers and their thirsts for oceans
Mountains which tore through
The sublime skins of earth
To meet their unrequited love
I am all in all that encompasses
I am a man
I am a woman
I am both
I am all
I am none
I am all that carnage
Lustful lores of evening sirens
I am as fluid as the morning raaga
Seedless as banana plant
Firm and full as a pomegranate
I am flexible
The leaves of durba
Meat, flesh wounds
Puss, semen blood and womb
I am Prasad
I am pyres on which sati jumps
I am contagious
©galvanizedthoughts
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Make it right
I could make it better
I could hold you tighter
Cause through the morning
You are the light
I almost lost you
But I can't forget you
You were the reason
That I survive -
mehna_2006
53w
Read MoreA withered flower that I once was .
You warmed with your love
And showered me with hope.
And now that I bloom slowly
Like a Crack mending itself .
I shall be in gratitude
For you never left my side
Even when I didn't stay.
©mehna_2006
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Thank you . I'm not sure how I would have been without your love. ��☺
#audience #wod #pod.
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_minnaa_
53w
Read More#wod#mask#mirakee#writersnetwork
@mirakee@writersnetwork
Thank you WN for the repost!�� And for the EC!❤️Masked
I have been masked,
all throughout my life.
Sometimes, I am a hero
and sometimes, I am a villain.
When I save the prestige of my institution,
I am a hero.
When I lead my
team to a victory,
I am deemed as a hero.
When I save my family's honour,
I am a hero.
When I do social service,
I am a hero.
When I win accolades,
I am hailed as a hero.
I am a villain,
when I fight patriarchal practices.
I am a villain,
when I raise my logical opinions.
I am a villain,
when I fight for equal rights.
I am a villain,
when I muster courage to make a change.
I am a villain,
when I prove my elders wrong.
I maybe a hero or
I maybe a villain,
But the society always
veils me into what they want.
For their naked eyes
cannot fathom the strength
I behold.
©_minnaa_ -
prachii_
54w
Mumma,
i struggle with,
unusual braids,
my teacher asks me for,
in my school days.
when i look
like a mess
spread over,
like daisies
on your grave.
Mumma,
it's my birthday,
seventh birthday,
and i miss the cake,
you made,
sweet and sour,
it used to taste,
but i try,
making them sweet,
unlike your love,
but it turns out,
to be a bitter one.
it lacks something,
you and your hands.
Mumma,
I water your plants,
hoping,
one day you would
bloom out of it,
but it's drying,
of my tears,
because it's hard,
to say goodbye,
but please come once,
to hold me again,
and allow me to cry.
Mumma,
my friends bully me,
for bringing,
dry breads for lunch,
they laugh,
and show me the love,
in their tiffins,
and i look at mine,
the sunflower you carved,
on my box,
and i smile again.
Mumma,
can you hear me?
i am here on the bed,
waiting for you,
to wake me up again,
but i feel you,
going to the heaven,
and leaving a message,
through the footprints,
on the sand,
and i wish to see you again,
near the shore we lived.
~prachi -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
62w
Read More@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
#gogyohka #wod #ak_wn_repost
Gogyohka - Japanese poetry. Five lines of one phrase
White calla Lily represents resurrection and rebirth
13 March 2021 10.30 am
Thank you so much ❤️ @writersnetwork I'm so glad ❤️No weeping angels
No mourning wreaths
On her tombstone
A piece of her poesy
And blooming calla lilies
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz -
bouncy
66w
Read More#ltstrangerc 10:30am 15.02.2021 #bb_wlt inspired from a vedio but don't remember what that was bcz it's been really long
Letter to a stranger
To,
A stranger I saw crying, one winter night.
Hey stranger!
Wondering who I might be? You'll know it by the end of this letter. Don't get shocked you don't know me, neither do I know you. But the last night, I saw you crying on the bridge. I don't know what you are going through but probably, it has been a hard day for you. But it's okay to cry in the public. In fact, you should. You should cry in the public.
On one fine morning you wake up and go straight into the kitchen to prepare yourself a cup of coffee but you
spilled the milk. "Ugh! What a bad start of a day", you think to yourself. You get ready and start to cook yourself breakfast but you cut your skin slightly while cutting an onion and your eyes get watery. No not because the cut hurts you but because of the onion. Eventhough you really wanted to weep thinking you can never perform the simple things better and you always fail to be perfect, you don't cry because onion has already given you the tears. And then, you think of hanging out alone to get yourself some fresh air. You go to the station, take a train and have a seat infront of a girl. On seeing her your mind whispers, "Wow, she is gorgeous. Why am I the way I'm. Why don't I look good atleast physically?". Your vision gets blur. You wanted to weep out but you take your eyes out of the window watching the nature and dive deep into your mind and get lost in thoughts.The train reaches its destination, you have no idea how many hours had passed and you got down only to realise that you came back to where you were in the morning. You feel embarrassed, your vision not just gets blurred this time but a tear rolls down. You take a seat and cover your face with your palms thinking, you're not atleast capable of reaching the destination that you desire. You are starving but there isn't any restaurant nearby, so you manage to get a biscuit packet and while you are about to take out the third one, the packet fell apart from your hands, just like that. "Ugh! I'm such a useless idiot, who can't even have my food properly" your mind shouts.
Somehow you gather the spirit and take the right train this time and by the time you reach your destination it is all dark and cold. You walk along the road, watching the cracked walls, buildings with faded colour and find steps which take you on to a bridge. You take the steps, you get tired and you are all alone in the dark winter, helpless. You wanna scream feeling like the pieces of heart are falling apart and you got depressed. No! Don't be that nincompoop who thinks they are depressed and having anxiety. lt's just that sometimes little issues bother a lot and we can't cope up with them. You take out your mobile to look for time and your wallpaper says, "Take courage". Because it takes courage to get through some ordinary days in life and little things are heaviest which needs a little courage. You reach up, cross the road with heavy traffic to the other corner to look down the bridge. It's all dark and the people are at a distant at which they can't find you. You look down into the river, and you think of jumping into it. But the water with lights reflecting in a line with different colours and the setting around you is pretty much good. You think, the world is so beautiful but you always fail to recognise it. Your heart skips a beat and falls little down into your chest. You cry a little and little more and more anyway. You cry your heart out, flushing all the heaviest things in your head. You feel better?
That's it. It's okay to cry in the public. In fact you should. The next time I see you crying I won't stop you or write a letter, rather I promise I'll join you.
From,
A stranger who cried on the same bridge that winter morning. -
emmagrace01
66w
All you need was
Just a speck of warmth
Unfortunately
You ended up
Burning the entire forest
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