Miraquill
Seasonal Blues
The chilly breeze swirling through the window,
Whispering to the melancholy of my room -
Breathing life into it.
Happiness seems a guest for moments,
Waiting to leave after dinner.
As I gaze out in the clear sky,
No star twinkling, only the moon;
Gliding along the empty sky.
Empty as the heart within me,
A void engulfing the burning passion.
A yearning fire, whose flames melt my heart;
Slowly, consuming me from within.
Lingering darkness paints the beauty of holidays,
Into a long tiring day of winter grey.
Anxiously waiting for the colors of spring,
And the hope it brings.
©sauvik_acharjee
sauvik_acharjee
Poet | Writer | Gay | Tarot & Aura Reader | Passionate Cook | Bibliophile | Coffee Lover |Spiritual & Occult | Cat Lover | Art & Culture
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sauvik_acharjee
32w
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sauvik_acharjee
73w
Monologue Musings
Shadows of dusk turn into night,
And the silence of the night whispers.
Loneliness draped in black,
Spin the web of aggrieved desires.
Tired, and not lost or hopeless,
Of the endless waiting;
Curled up in the bed, I converse with the numbness.
At the end of the day, embracing the void within,
I dare to see a new dream of a wish coming true.
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Every time I died a little within my melancholic numbness.
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sauvik_acharjee
128w
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Word Prompt:
Write a 8 word short tale on Care
#longdistancerelationship #love @writersnetworkTravels the distance of kilometres with your voice.
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Holds your memories.
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sauvik_acharjee
135w
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Wait
Wish within
Withstand every pain
Without any mortal barriers
Will unite beyond the horizon.
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The void he filled in heart.
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The plethora of pain my heart holds.
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He understood every unspoken word that my silence told him.
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It was incredible when he touched my soul, with eyes.
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Trapped
Breathless
Falling endlessly
Into the profoundness
Of your love.
Hypnotized
By your mystical eyes
That search the depths of my soul
For every hidden treasure
That stands for love and heaven
Enchanted by your dance
Surrendering to the rhythm
Of your heart, mind and body.
©jeniayn -
Awaaz
Bula rahi manzil bahein pasar ke
Par jaa na paun mai bandhan tod ke.
Ek taraf hi pukar dil ki,
To ek tarf armaan .
Todun na toote ye bandishein
Chodun na chuute ye rishte.
Jaun kaise sain milan ko
Har din hain lok laj me piste.
Ek din aisa aayega.
Pinjra khud hi tootega.
Khol ke panchi par apne
Khush o Khurram ud Jayega.
Na hogi parwah kisi ke naam ki,
Na hogi parwah kisi ke kaam ki.
Na hogi parwah pet o paat ki,
Ab hai ibteda nai shuruvat ki.
©peddatimma -
boochumsky
142w
Hope
In a mirage of hurdles thrown at your face,
All you can do is wait for time to step up its pace.
Every corner you look at seems far fetched,
Wondering what life is for you, that is sketched.
Not one or two but the whole of 2019 has been a phase,
That started off good but keeps getting worse in any case.
Every month seems to overpower the other,
In terms of issues you never thought over.
You seem ready for anything that comes you way,
But life accepts it as a challenge and keeps you at bay.
All on the edge of crying out loud,
You think what more could happen under the cloud
All you want is a ray of hope,
That won't prevent you from running away like an antelope.
Then you get some news of a new lifeform
Which makes it good to look forward to and keep your calm
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akhandpsb
148w
Read Moreखुद पर खुद की पकड़ सच मे कमजोर हो गयी...
@hindii @hindiwriters @hindiwriterslink @hindilekhanहालत ऐसी है कि हालात काबू में नहीं आ रहे
पकड़ इतनी कमजोर हो गयी कि अब हम खुद से सम्हाले नहीं जा रहे...
कभी पानी से फर्श में, पेड़ों पे इतना जो तेरा नाम लिख दिया
कि अब खुद का नाम तक सही नहीं लिख पा रहे...
उसको अब जो समझा तो जाना कि वो फरेबी निकला
पर आलम ये है कि , ये बात हम किसी को बता नहीं पा रहे...
दरवाजे ,खिड़कियाँ, रोशनदान सब हमने खुद से बन्द किये थे
और अब परेशान भी हम ही हैं ,कि जरा भी उजाले क्यूँ नहीं आ रहे...
कभी जुबान दे दी खुद को ,कि इश्क़ को बीच में नहीं छोड़ेंगे
अब जुबाँ से मुकरने को तरस रहे हैं,पर हम ऐसा कर क्यूँ नहीं पा रहे...
मैंने बदलते रिश्तों के फर्क को देखा है
आखिर ये कैसी चीज़ है जो हम बगैर चश्में के देख पा रहे...
हम मशहूर थे सब में क्योंकि वक़्त के पाबंद थे
अब सुइयों की टिक-टिक से डर लगता है घड़ी से नजर भी नहीं मिला पा रहे..
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boochumsky
148w
She came home one day and looked around worried
Was clueless and flustered with the surrounding space
Her eyes were fear-filled and she ran,
Towards me and hugged my foot
My broken foot didn't pain
For it was love
At first sight.
Her hooman,
Hari
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boochumsky
148w
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Writing after a really long time!
#Boochumsky #Wait @mirakee @sauvik_acharjee @readwriteunite @mirakeeworld #TheWait #Patience #Halt #QuaternThe Wait
We know it's a journey, but where are we halted now?
Are you stuck in a place with no progress on an area you want somehow?
You must be feeling a void or a pause on everything you expect to move
Only to find the stagnation grow wider with every groove
Sometimes what we want keeps dodging us somehow,
We know it's a journey, but where are we halted now?
All we can do is have patience, a virtue uncommon
Because it seems like every day passes by with progress that isn't won
Days turn to weeks and weeks to months
All you can do is wait but how long is this going to last your dear one thinks
We know it's a journey, but where are we halted now?
For nothing can answer, expect time for it kills you every second, with every grey hair, and how?
Each stop teaches you something, even if it's cruel
And with every second or even year, it only carves out a fighter in you making you ready for a duel
It's easy to tell another person to wait, but can you actually face it with a bow?
We know it's a journey, but where are we halted now?
©boochumsky -
greesha
159w
Read MoreWhen the wind flowing through corrupted people touches you, no matter how hard you fight, it breaks you from within and blows off your true self.
#lifeisnoteasyenough #mirakee @mirakeeworld #firstpostNot the same anymore
my heart was once
an epitome of life,
for now it’s drowning
in its shallowness of sorrow,
my blood is cold,
silence aboard,
the sweetness of on my
lips have turned sour.
©greesha -
Finding meanings
I try to look for the meaning
of words you didn't say,
the silence you couldn’t break,
meaning
of you never returning home
when all I asked for a promise
that you won’t leave me alone
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greesha
159w
We Poets
How wonderful
poetry is,
a few words and rhymes
put together in
the agony of lonely nights,
make people fall in
love with poets' empty life.
@greesha -
The Soul Unshackled
let wind brush my hair,
sun kiss my cheeks,
flowers be me finery
and seashells my beads,
wrap me around
in the arms of the sky,
set my gypsy soul free,
it is meant to fly.
@greesha
