Mirakee
Life minus Love
Life's much lesser without it
just a little more than nothing
but nothing like, that needs to be addressed
or accepted like a gift left at doorsteps.
You don't bother to mention
or sit down to scribble the mishaps
a vacuum engulfs any possible exchange
and you never romanticise papers.
Writing comes when you are full of it
overwhelmed about its presence
or while ravaged by its scratching slip off
where you inscribe its vestigial essence.
Nothing then comes handful
and you tend to spill the saliva
or sorrows, but never contain
and the life then learns a lot more.
Love certainly plays with words
you run into them or ruin them
as mathematician without numbers
but you care about the details to disclose.
Hence, life without love is unstated
since not a thing seems disparate
and you never note down a history
you only tend to read it or skip it.
©pa_luck
pa_luck
I don't tend to change this often !!
-
pa_luck
2d
Read MoreConsider this as unwritten,
as nothing here is worth being it.
#writersnetwork#mirakee#rradwriteunite#pod -
pa_luck
1w
Read More
Struggling is still an effort,
Denial is absolute indifference.
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podA page A day
I can't read for long and long.
he can't write any longer, long.
i spit on the smaller shit
he spills on the smallest dice.
So you see,
The habits are human habitations
either for consolation or consideration
and we choose the invoices
self occupied with echos.
Though we are wordly fanatics
and stop no where in between
still I'm moderate in my length
and he is modest of his strengths.
So you see,
The problems are created
stuff discarded off parameters
bais becomes the basis of beginnings
and we land up in a no man's land.
While brain reading breaks the fast
fast reading never fills the appetite
utter abstinence builds his back
that i fear to face as a blank black.
So you see,
The solutions never speak silence
don't sprout out of stoicism
yet we give up too soon
blind on the binaries of balances.
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
1w
Read More
I'll tell you how, if you don't know
But know how to do, when I tell you !!
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podHostage
I can wo-man a man
force him to force upon me
as climbing up a ladder and fall
exactly as it must fit in a fist.
Ask him to be the general
while i master playing in his thrall
a trade costing me my imagery
and him a dictating flow of power.
Bonding with the bandages
holding up my slacken skeleton
as he pushes my benchmarks
a pull more than before
and a push farther inside.
Him tearing me like a disposable
still licking for the last taste
in chains of compulsion for me
and a compulsory compliance for him.
His breaths brushing my bosom
while bottoms spread in comfort
i gasp in, hungering while hibernating
for both mouth and cunt being stuffed.
A cold me and even colder him
lingering constantly over my chest
as a stone pressing without consent
but within my perconscious will
crushing the curse of a "Soul in a Body".
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
1w
Read More
I see a human DNA with a human eye !!
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I wish to braid around you
like a climber enlacing
the brown burnt bark
while furnishing a future
and ravel rows of remembrances.
Each tendril holding the hardship
with tender claws and curls
that swirls around an axis
as affirmation of the affection
you lend but i don't borrow.
The differences keep us distinct
in our own shades of survival
while the merger makes it mystical
inseparable from the grasps of gaps
i try to invade and you keep in crevices.
I shrivel upon your terminal twigs
tearing over your frailty i fear
caring to caress and cuddle
and grow out a radicle as an anchor
to infuse in you my beasty venom.
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
2w
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Pyar ko nazar nahi lagi
bas nazar me, koi aur pyara ho gaya !!
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podvis-à-vis
A pocket of dampness
sousing a pickle piece
between the walls of
two molars, catching up
in climacteric times
under the calloused clouds.
A cough disrupts a discussion
patching up with a participant
on its way, while being chewed.
It brings a taste on the tip
like a varnish on a dented dot
coating a clear crack in between
helping spice up a sour scene.
Other teeth being full of cream
leave the bone to settle in here
a shelter for self and lift of life
betwixt these mortal mortar.
Nothing multiples to divide the nothing
yet they call it an invasion
that uproots a penumbral portion
but recedes back being confronted.
They then walk with a window
whistling the voids sandwiched
and molars no more making up
as a pair to pave the porch.
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
5w
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Dil aabaad kahan rah paaye us ki yaad bhula dene se
kamra viraan ho jaata hai ik tasvir hata dene se
~Jaleel 'Aali'
#hindi#hindiwriters#hindilekhanTu hota agar..
Tu hota agar, toh acha hota
likhane ka ajab sa dhang hota
sawarne me alag hi rang hota
mehamano ka aana jana hota
baaton ka ek bahana hota
phir chuppi me chupe inkaar se
waqt thoda naaraaz hota
par tu hota agar, toh acha hota.
Tu hota agar, toh acha hota
darwaze par khada sahara hota
thaki hui sham ka ishara hota
ki abhi bhi chand ka ana baaki hai
aagle jaam par tera naam ana baki hai
phir halki si hadbadahat me
kaanpta sa mera khawab hota
ki aisa hota, toh kaisa hota
bas tu hota agar, toh acha hota.
Tu hota agar, toh acha hota
paatton k peele pankhon se
udti dhool ko sirhana hota
rehne ko sang ek makaan hota
kehne ko woh sapno ka jahaan hota
phir neend se khule asmaan
aur palakon se giri zameen par
hota yun ki, hone ko kuch ni hota
phir bhi tu hota agar, toh acha hota..
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
6w
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They say hatred is a serious affair
And I'm sick of half-hearted attempts.
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Upon wearing headphones
ensuring the deafness
my gloved hands
shall pull your hair
only to smash back
your oppressive noxious head
on the wall several times
till the mirror learns
an extra shade of crismson
apart from the flawed lipstick hues
that must have cried on your touch.
Probably then stamping your face
over that last satin shimmer
and scratching the other leg
over those coolest clothings
while i keep swaying over
the loudest chords in my ear.
Next i shall seal your throat
with the favourite burning cig stubs
covering it with a resting polymer
as an utmost utilisation of
your apathy shadowing my home
loosely leased in apparentness.
Rest I'll leave on you
to watch your escapism fight
the final lines of fate written
helping you out as usual
as I would only say
"It's bad to be on my list".
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
6w
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Dreams can't be drawn, they are smudged.
As a fire flame wakes up from its coal core.
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podOrigin-Insertion
Black hole
could be an individual entity
or an individual intensified.
Too disgusted by the dust
that shrugging off seems harder
than putting it back into a stone.
I devise your asymmetry
with a central condensation
that lies undeveloped and un-figured.
An opacity bars my insight
as i attempt to figure it out.
It either appears as vacuum
or a focus that holds outer
dense and dignified matter
that actually exist on its cost.
So,
As a human with a hole
an aura hinged around
a mysterious mine or
a mirage that shadows its absence.
It's the exchange of energy
or the balance of buoyancy
that hands a void the volume
and agamous darkness a life.
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
10w
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You mould in shape of something,
until anyone of you is a stone.
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podReflective Reflexes
I sleep like an egg
carelessly crowned in its nest
as i snooze off like a baby
slobbering on your pants.
I quiver like a puppy
walking out of a muddy trench
as i wake to get going
from our abyssal apathy.
I peep like a breeze
sneaking silently under spaces
as i probe into your doings
without a disturbance in deeds.
I shuffle like paper sheets
ignoring the number of times
as i speak of important instances
though them being the trivial trials.
I blanch like a sunflower
estranged by the sun at dusk
as i stand unread in differences
amongst our different days.
I bounce back like a call swtich
irrespective of hits and hitters
as i come back to our original origin
after a round the clock chaos.
©pa_luck -
pa_luck
10w
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Hypnotized by his hunger, that never eats me away !!
#writersnetwork#readwriteunite#mirakee#podVitiated
He,
is a Mad Hatter, thriving on fumes
stamped under enforced habits
with entangled fingers and bent backbone
engrossed in weaving a safety net.
He sniffs another saturation in solace
revolving in a self resolution
when a thought strikes the pendulum
as sweat dripping from a planetarium.
He scores a globe in his basket
and counts it a loss of world
that misreads the same sphere
as a discovery, to be denied.
He blows his recessed cheeks
with residual square of rush
as vermilion stained eyes swell further
till they settle for any farther.
He hops but stays still
itinerant yet an intimate legacy
with dropping lids that dig deeper
touching the embedded magma.
He,
is a fireball figuring a facade
cuffed in a continuum and a crescendo
bouncing back from a mirage
laughing out his miraculous extant.
©pa_luck
-
thehemantkashyap
16h
Read MoreWell, good evening, y'all.
Dramaturgy is a concept in sociology which means that a person perceives their life as a role they have to play on a stage. The term was first coined by Erving Goffman.
The concept was also put in a beautiful song by EVE, a Japanese artist. You can find the song on YouTube.
#podDramaturgy
I look at my
hands and I
see the ground
beneath - cracked skin
like a scorched
field, with channels long dried.
I don't know where
I stand - the spotlight is
blinding me to
the surroundings. I
look at the
faces in front of
me - oh, I am
in an act. Better
straighten my tie, tie my
laces, brush my hair,
but most importantly,
smile.
Smile. Yes, good.
Smile like the coast,
battered, like the
wave that dies on it,
ad nauseum,
I smile.
I stand like a
soldier, ready to be
cannon fodder, chin up,
chest out,
gun at the ready,
painted red.
I happen to be in the
eye of a perfect storm; I
happen to be at
the center of
all the destruction - debris
flying around, cutting a
bloody path.
I watch on - rather
helplessly.
But I must smile
and so I do.
The applause rings
and it rings
hollow; deafeningly so.
All I wish for is a
grain of silence.
©thehemantkashyap -
___7___
1w
Read MoreI am coming to realize why most of the poets I read barely take their lovers name in their works .
As myself a simple man is sitting to write (on) you , but keeping your name anonymous
I am coming to acknowledge
That they must be struggling greater than I am if not harder ;
To say it all out loud or whisper soundly in your ear holes
To exploit it to every word haunting eyes out there or to keep you secretly folded in hearty crooks
To let the world know or let the world die in me in the form of you
To take you name or not to
Perhaps because of this conflict
,this tricky beating of heart
William had to bring about the excuse
Of;
"What's in a name?"
Tonnes of pretty words but we shall keep the prettiest of all to ourselves
So I shall be poetically honest and overwhelm everything
Everything but never your beautiful name
You too wouldn't like it the other way round , would you ,hon?,
-
i_faha
1w
Read More'I have no privacy. But I feel so alone.'
- Susan Beth Pfeffer
#paradox #mirakee #writersnetworkInopportune
It's 1:37 pm,
and it hits,
a thick blanket of malaise,
and in that moment,
I find myself aching to
snuggle under it
and self soothe.
Fifty seven
moments later,
I wake up
to discover myself,
kneeling down,
staring at the open fridge,
beads of sweat condensing
over my cupid's bow,
an electric eerieness
humming in my ears.
And it hits once again.
the slightly burnt, sweet char of
roast chicken wings
sizzling away in the pan,
the cold draft of stale air
on my sweaty lips,
as my little one snatches away
the blankie and shrieks,
'Peekaboo, I found you!'
/thank god, you did,
I had almost lost myself/
*Alexa, reschedule the breakdown at 11:11pm.*
©i_faha -
allbymyself
1w
Read MoreThe song from your lip
is a memory, a scream
from the forgotten skies
the fire on your breath
is the scar tissue from
a scorned sun; the starlight
from a crashing meteor
that is marked by life yet
carries the scent of death.
The words that fall from
your half opened mouth
are switch blade knives
that cut through the edges
of my skin, a whisper
that slices through my
bone with the force
of a sledgehammer.
The story you narrate
as the starlight slips in
through the blinds is
inchoate, as indecisive
as the thoughts that
run like unchecked
rainwater in your mind
your face an uncut gem
a treasure that I might
forever seek but never find.
- Avitaj
Hi @raika_ @thegreymetaphor @dopamine
Picture credit- Lucas NewtonInchoate
She bent most of the rules. She broke the rest.
- Victoria Schwab -
___7___
1w
What line can make up for
"I am sorry I don't want to...but I can not help it"
?
And what line can teach my sorry to be self- aware on its way of being consequential
On its way to a weeping sanity ?
What fancy poem can put a sale
For stupid subconscious shenanigans
in an affordable pricing ?
The dark triad is an unnoticeable lil' triangle
On the diamond ring of my middle finger
And what rhyme can be so loud
So to loose the whole ring-thing
Hence to precise itself into breaking ?
Porcelain people with their haggard hearts heal with kindness
But what's the literary potion for people with unhealthy heads
Only if bandages would roll out from behind those gay lil' walks , you would know
And you would know us very much
Of how;
the monster inside me which makes love to the monster behind my bed every night still cries like a kid
Of how when ;
I go to bed , I carry a wet towel for your stale tenderness stored away in my cheek to keep it from evaporating
What line can make up for
"I can't explain ...Just know it's an affliction under an underrated c(ur/au)se"?
And what line can come to rescue
When no amount of good poetry can make up for how badly we love ? -
solitarychild
29w
Read MoreAnagnorisis refers to the critical moment of recognition or discovery of one's identity.
Anagnorisis
Hear, says a Self greater than me
Be not because you have to
Be, because you're meant to be.
Come, says a Power stronger than me
You've had all the walks but one
Of endless falling and facing.
Believe, says a Spirit beyond me
That love in its moving shall reach
All that has existed, exists, shall exist.
See, says a Lamp brighter than me
What burns, burns behind your eyes
See for yourself, it shall not catch fire.
Being, say the all of Us and We
Shall suffice for there's nothing to seek
Because, there is, but no me.
solitarychild -
My stomach aches
But I'm never hungry
Because there are demons
Living inside me
And they feed on smiles
So I shed tears
And people call me
Crazy and cynical
But that's what it looks like
Depression and me
Feeding on anxiety
And swiveling insanely
In loops and loops
Until I find an end
To start it all again
My mind whirls
And I see silhouettes
Of the people of my past
Whenever I close my eyes
To hope for the skies
Rosy and beautiful
But they always rain
And I smoke stress
In between the dull
Clouds of despair
And it takes hours
And days
And weeks
To forget about things
That haunt me
In my nightmares
Until skies turn bright
But to be dark again
• drowsy -
fireblast_
1w
Read MoreI can't explain
how deeply
I've been touched by those
who do not want me.
@fireblast_.
-
Golden Eggs
There's no fabled goose here,
No golden eggs to sell,
Just another mother hen,
Trapped inside her shell,
So, you think you see potential,
But what I see is stress,
I'm as plain as any rainy day,
No different to the rest,
There's no victorious wordsmith,
Hiding in this girl,
I'm no leading light to follow,
I'm no candle for the world,
So, you think you've got me pinned,
Like a notice to your wall,
But if you think I'm materialistic,
Then you don't know me at all.
©foreverseptember -
Iteration
The now feels familiar,
so we rest in its arms,
forgetful of the moments,
until even a blink is forbidden.
The now feels famished,
so we nibble on the past,
memories by memories,
until each teardrop is forsaken.
The now feels frivolous,
so we stand at the last,
letting people pass,
until the sins are forgiven.
©proper_noun
