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pooja17
28w
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pooja17
29w
Rabb ji ab toh aa jao
Ab toh aap sab kuch Theek kar dijiye
Kitna imtihaan lenge aap
Pehle corona phir badal ka phuttna
aur phir black fungus ab cyclone
Rabb khudaah Allah Matarani
Ganesh ji Bhole baba Sai baba
Koi toh sunn lo
Aapke bande ro rahe hain
Bebas hain pukaar rahe hain aapko
Har jagah dukh hi dukh h
Koi Khud se Thakk raha hai
Toh koi apno ko dukhi dekhkar ro raha hai
Aap toh sab jaante hi ho
aap sab Theek kar do
Please rabb ji
maddt kijiye
Sabko aapkee zarurat hai
Ab aur imtihaan mat lijiye
Bas ab ek Mauka dijiye
sabko
Taaki woh galti sudhaar saken
Ab aur imtihaan mat lijiye
Ab bas kijiye
Nek soul pareshaan hain
Sab dukhi hain
Har koi frustrated h
Har koi depressed h
Koi khush kaise reh sakta hai
Yeh sab dekhkar **
Please God come now..
We all are eagerly waiting for your arrival...
Please listen to our prayers..
Please forgive us...
Please give us chance to improve ourselves. .
Please come soon
And help the needy ones. .
©pooja17 -
pooja17
29w
Poems are mosaics made
Of broken pieces of heart's
feelings; emotions
And true bond behind fate
which we
understand too late**
©pooja17 -
Pure soul with one goal
To make everyone happy
Stays with us always**
©pooja17 -
pooja17
29w
My self talks are My true audience
Each time...
When there's no one
who could understand me
Then I started talking to myself
Even asking questions to self and god...too**
Why this happened and how to come out from it?
Suddenly I got appropriate answers to those questions. ..
No doubt self evaluation sometimes seems quite difficult But when we are used to it
It's like a best friend to us..
So it's always with you..
And your inner voice never been wrong. .
So don't worry and dwell on failures
Just move ahead With Faith on god..
Bcz he is the only one who could understand
Without we utter a single word. .
He is impartial if we are wrong he guide us the correct path..
And if we are right his eyes were always be present with you wherever you are....
We are never alone. .
For gaining confidence and self motivation
Be your own audience. ...
Who show you the genuine you..like a shadow and a mirror**
(Just my view)**
Thankyou **
©pooja17 -
pooja17
29w
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#mask#wod
#writingcontest #creativearena
#ceesreposts #writersbay
@mirakee@writersnetwork
(Picture taken by rest zone)
Mask is a friend
Now a days
It not only helps us
But helps others too. .
Please wear this safety precious pearl
as and when it is seriously required
We can't do anything big But
we can save Ourselves and others too
by this very small step ...
Which really means a lot
Now a days. ..
Be safe Be secure
Plz follow guidelines properly.
Save life save soul..©pooja17
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pooja17
29w
Life a mix blend
Of ups and downs
Sometimes low sometimes up
Sometimes happy sometimes sad
We must be practical and superb in
Moulding the worst times into a delightful tray...just as an orgami folds ..so in this way we are folding sorrows to come up with hopeful and sweetest moments of happiness. .
As life is too short to enjoy it fully **
Isn't it?
©pooja17 -
pooja17
30w
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#journey#wod
#writingcontest #creativearena
#ceesreposts #writersbay
@mirakee@writersnetwork
Thank you so much writersnetwork for your kind read. Means a lot. .Journey of my dreams
When small
Nothing matters
A slight grown-up
Wished to be a teacher. ..
Loved to correct/checked my own copies when
Passed and promoted to next class
That time feeling so happy and delighted too..
As if I achieved something **
Miracle happened
God bless me with this achievement **
I hold my mother's hand
And moved towards My destined shore. .
Suddenly everything changed in
Just a while
Lost mother lose everything. .
Felt lonely just surviving Not living fully
Then once came to know
about writing apps
which not only gives me space &
Allowed me to move at my pace
But also gives me one hope to move on**
Nothing left me alone from then
Started feeling sigh
Too much relaxed than ever
These platforms gives me everything
Which I can't think in my life....
Thank you writing apps
Thank you to all readers and writers
For your kind and constant support everytime.
Thanks God for giving me chance to explore myself by this very special present which remains precious to me forever. ...till my last breath ****
©pooja17 -
pooja17
30w
Our life is as a sun
When we are happy and delighted ✌✌
It's like a sunrise
But when we are sad and depressed
It's like a sunset
Do remember one thing always
After each sunset there will be a sunrise**
©pooja17 -
pooja17
30w
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#transform#wod
#writingcontest #creativearena
#ceesreposts #writersbay
@mirakee@writersnetwork
Thank you so much writersnetwork for your kind read.When I fall and fail each time
Some laughed; some criticised
Some motivates; some decodes
Some suspect; some percept
Each one of us is alike
For being perfect
We have to be open throughout
Perfection is something
Where you don't need to
Add;subtract;multiply or even divide something **
Don't feel yourself out
Whatever may be the reason about**
The more you try,
The more you gain **
The more the risk,
The more the benefit**
The more the falls
The more you explore **
One try isn't fruitful everytime
So don't worry and fed-up very soon
Try as much as you can to enjoy life's bestest boon**
I started with 0
But with support and inspiration from
So many wonderful people in my life
It got
transformed from dull and hopeless one to
An enthusiastic and positive one**
Thank you everyone ***
©pooja17
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loves_passion
29w
GRATITUDE
Never be afraid of being judged on the stage of your art because only the imperfect audience will make you perfect.
©loves_passion -
loves_passion
28w
Before meeting you, my life was
Dream
After meeting you, my life is
Reality.
©loves_passion -
The journals are empty today
The pages lie vacant and white
They flutter aimlessly
in dissonant silence
as bard's quill ceased to scribble
Puissant lustrous lines
As if algid wintry gale
Has cast its reckless spell
Only to leave boughs amidst
vehemence of torrential rain.
Drafts are numb
So numb
As pale as mellowed music
of a mournful song
They are mere corpses and hollow skull
Bereft of metaphors and expression.
The more I try to scribble
The more they prove to be futile
Thy path desolated mine
thy destination
Still my salvation.
My longing for thee
A fathomless marathon spree
A relentless passionate strive
To achieve that solitary height
My journals will be
Overbrimming oneday
With pristine and serene lines
Of haikus and tyburn.
©sumana_chakraborty -
sumana_chakraborty
28w
Read More#pod#writersnetwork#mirakee@mirakee@writersnetwork#cg_city_chall#luvnotes_challenge_host
@mirakee thank you so much for EC ❣️❣️❣️
The city draped dawn
In veil of delirious silence
The city we never were
Now a dilapidated one.
Hush of crickets in thickets of bushes
Where gloomy dark crowded in patches
Helianthus drooped in shadows of tyranny
Rivulets shallowed
Depth compromised
where love got trapped
Under bridges of concrete heave of cruelty.
Where pastures are rough
Grasses are yellow
Lesions of soul
Never seem to mellow
We are a part of
That city now
The city we never were
The city we never were.
This city is still mine
This sky , my hope
Where we met once and only once
Holding hands of oath.
That tapestry of lover's Twilight
Now gasping for breathe
Far beyond in haze of meadows
some erranding train
Blowing whistles of death.
©sumana_chakrabortyThe city draped dawn
In veil of delirious silence
The city we never were
Now a dilapidated one.
©sumana_chakraborty(read the caption pls.) -
sapna2019
28w
Read MoreFolklore
Folk stories,
are the truth and hidden
culture, traditions of the
people of certain community
thousands of years ago.
Giving us the meaning of the
basic human lifestyles.
#tale
#wod
@mirakee
@writersnetworkTales
©sapna2019
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sapna2019
28w
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I have seen a face
that is the reflection
of a beautiful soul,
with all the stories
to say.
A face that has
wrinkles that holds
experiences.
The skin that
shows the years
that lived.
Each deep line
explains the
life passed by.
Eyes that still
twinkles like the
brightful stars.
It has the grace,
It has the beauty
of its own.
That face that shows
the calmness,
with the deep secrets
of pain and happiness.
I just admire
for I have to learn
the experience
to give my life a
meaningful frame.
As I read that
face and the
life that led from
years now.
Each lines gives
me courage
to live with all
my strength and
happiness.
#face
#wod
@mirakee
@writersnetworkFace
©sapna2019
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daffodilpearlzz
28w
Read MoreWhen life pauses itself infront of an opaque wall on a dark street, often it can be deadly to even think of going ahead, on the same path through which you were supposed to go, but what if that it is not exactly that life has taken you there, but somehow you made it upto yourselves, craved for it. It may be quite a heavy feeling to listen to the inner voice of yours which ceases you from doing something you always wanted to do, just because of some painful heartbreaks, and whatever others called it, there is just one term which will fit in there, "intense trauma", malicious enough to part you into pieces, yet sympathetic enough to give you the sweetness of laziness.
©daffodilpearlzz
Sat 22 May 2021
PS : I'm fine XD
Temporary, I thought this would be, but I'm keeping it..
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There's always an old folklore
at the tip of my tongue,
when I astoundingly muse
at your voice randomly vibrating
between the amplitudes,
crests and troughs
of music.
There's always a piece of poetry
at the tip of my fountain pen,
when I read the verses
your twinkling eyes
speak to mine
in silence.
There's always an ode of fondness,
at the tip of my fingers,
which play a piano for you
when you move your hands
and feet to dance
with the tunes
of a mellifluous music.
There's always a fairytale
at the corner of my mind
in which I've penned
our elements of joy
as the golden shades
of the sunset serene.
There's always a shard of art
at the tip of my brushes
through which, ooze out
your incredible smiles
on the cold-pressed paper
turning colors
into blends and pools of
of alluring alacrity.
©daffodilpearlzz ~ Bhavya
Sun 23 May 2021 -
I've lost the way and
entered this grand assembly.
Can you guess where I'm?
It's a gathering
of eminent poets and
I'm a misfit here.
I feel out of place
here; in fact I feel like I'm
an alien here.
But these eminent
artists are kind so they won't
mind if I sit here.
The recitation
is on and I find a place
in a dark corner.
Here comes the king of
haikus, accompanied by
the queen of sonnets.
Look how the master
of couplets greets the empress
of odes and ballads!
Cinquain and tanka,
Triolets and limericks,
Tyburns and nonets
Free verse and blank verse
Monorhymes and palindromes
Lanturne and naani
You just name the form
and you're sure to find someone
who has mastered it!
Intense emotions
Glittering words, diverse hues
Exquisite verses
"The nectar of their
metaphors" fills the goblets
of my craving ears.
They succour my poor
soul and I wouldn't want this
assembly to end.
Multifaceted
precious jewels have brightened
up this carnival.
I possess a crude,
unpolished pen and almost
no writing talent.
My rough, unshapely
pebbles can never be a
part of this treasure.
But I can be here,
and savor the moment, and
that's more than enough..
©charudatta_kelkar
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©odysseus_2 -
Poems are mosaics
made of broken pieces of heart,
glued with tears of plethora of emotions
with shards of soul to array of stars,
with seeds of thoughts
to a wild forest of verdant scars,
gleaming with hues n’ shades
of metaphors of life
embossing whole universe
like an exquisite piece of art.
©preetkanwal16.05.2021
