Mirakee
Life is bit short
to do masters in its law.
Before convocating with degree
death is what it will bestow.
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schriftsteller_sakshi
41w
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Was just trying to pen down life in the language of law.
/When I took lawyer thing too seriously.��/
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Law of life is beyond reach
of us humans around.
With each pages,
getting turned
It set forth
disparate clauses to bound.
Life solely precludes
to get explained by humans.
It's a forever mystery
of plaintiff and demons.
First norm it entails
is karma,
the art of earning
what one deserves.
And no ultra vires exist
in the court of life verse.
Each individual read it,
half or maybe less
Yet, it's so unjust sometimes
and molds entire into mess.
Who's the justice here?
Who's the prosecutor?
Witnesses are numerous
but voices arrive nowhere.
Many hold resentment
many feel victimised.
Many try winning it anyhow,
unaware of tryst being
eternal mate to be precised.
Life comes up, out of nowhere,
with novice amendments,
and takes no consent
for inserting provision
of uncertainity.
Darkness dispensed
is a punishment
in diguise affirmity.
Life is bit short
to do masters in its law.
Before convocating with degree
death is what it will bestow.
I wonder,
this is unlawful,
however so beautiful.
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schriftsteller_sakshi
42w
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I know, it's long enough to scroll��
But I just wanted to write this story. And also it's a piece of fiction.
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College fest sometimes can be really exhausting. From past three-four days, I've been really busy with these event stuffs, but my favourite part is yet to come. I've always been an outgoing person and love parties, and after parties have always been my thing.
I was in a cab continuously scrolling my instagram solely to ignore traffic peeping outside. My phone vibrated, "I can't attend the party, Sakshi. I gotta go for some urgent work", my friend uttered from other side. This made me more exhausted then.
Ah! finally, I reached to the place after one hour straight. There were many familiar faces, but no one to commence a conversation with. So, I decided to enjoy my own. I don't know, what sort of trouble was revolving within me, but peculiarly I wasn't enjoying at all.
I went to have a glass of wine and glared over the crowd, "Ugh! How exasperating", I mumbled, which again was few and far between. Rolling my eyes off, I preferred silence. I moved towards the balcony area to respire fresh breath.
While gazing aloft in the dark sky enshrouded with myriad stars, I caught a sight of a man, who was beholding the sky with much affection. "These stars entail numerous stories, right", I said. "Secrets too", he replied.
"They imprison us betwixt pain and pretentious happiness, yet holds something that seems akin treasure, I am Abhimanyu and you?
"That something is a relief to gloomy sombre, well, Sakshi Agrahari", I responded.
He was quiet impressive and mysterious. I got utmost curosity inside, but had to be sophisticated. "I shall leave now", I said. Mind having a short walk or cab is more better to you? He chuckled. Walking is healthy, I guess, I said.
We walked streets to streets and he seemed to be more mysterious and an open book simultaneously. He was opening up so much of his heart yet something was hidden inside. And that depicted an amazing charm over his face. I gazed over his face out of astonishment. "Staring at the thing you like", he chuckled. 'Shut up', I denied.
We had a long conversation from his likes and dislikes to all the things he is aiming for. Amidst all the chit-chats, he kept adoring the dark sky and complaining about the stars. "Everyone focuses on stars but what with that dark sky?, he said. Can you elaborate a bit, I asked. Let it be, he replied.
Who says girls are not easy to understand, I mean just look at this guy. It was 2:00 am and I neither was bored of his philosophies nor his fascination. He kept adding some philosophical aspects between all his flirtious and amusing words.
'Icecream', I uttered. He ran with more excitement to have it. "A happy soul", I thought to myself. While relishing my icecream I caught him staring at me. "Staring at the thing you like? I chuckled. Nah! he replied with a smile.
It was 3:30am now, and we were standing in front of my house. "It was nice meeting you, Abhimanyu. Hope to see you soon", I said.
"It was an amazing meeting with anyone, Sakshi. Can I...Can I just hug you? he asked. Sure, I replied. And we hugged each other, like there's nothing beyond, not even a tiny space.
Then he uttered bye with a line "Do you really have no idea, who actually I am? Is it that important to know? I asked. "You really living beneath the rock", he said. 'Mountains may be', I chuckled. Then he left the place.
It had been five days since then, I had no clue about that guy. I didn't even tried to espy until I came across an article about a billionaire couple getting divorced. Article says:
"This weekend, billionaire couple Ajay Kapoor and Shriya Kapoor announced their seperation after long 35 years of marriage. Life is a journey and it holds lots of ups and downs, with this we've mutually decided to put off the formalization of marriage, statement by Ajay Kapoor. Their single child, Mr. Abhimanyu Kapoor denied facing media and decided to isolate himself after giving an statement "They must have done this way before, I don't know what stopped them for this 35 years. Well, it's there matter, better interview them".
The guy who felt happy soul to me, had lots of agony burried inside. Having huge crowd around, yet that feeling of being left alone, is really traumatic both physically and mentally. I was able to feel his all pains now. I did understood all the philosophies of that night.
I wanted to meet him, but had no address to reach him. During deep thoughts of balancing life, out of sudden a voice shrieking my name reached my ears. I went to balcony and there was he, Abhimanyu Kapoor.
I called him up and that day he spoke his heart out. He shared all his pain he anguished and how he felt like orphan after having both the parents, since childhood. He enunciated all situations where he found ending life more easy. "Money can't buy all the happiness", he said. Ofcourse, I replied.
Then he disclosed that he is shifting to US for lifetime, as he have some future plans. And he wanted to meet me for the last time and wanted to share every bit of his life. I took a promise from him, to just give a phone call, whenever thought of ending life comes near his head.
He left the place with smile on his face.
Till today, we are in talking terms and I yet like his amusing philosophies and secrets of dark sky.
//Come back soon//
©schriftsteller_sakshiI yet like his amusing philosophies and secrets of dark sky.
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schriftsteller_sakshi
47w
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Lame!
I wonder,
if nights are just
holding grudges on me,
or it's unforgiving to you, too.
I always believe in philosophies
and in grabbing positive drifts.
I concur on being me,
the better me to bliss.
But, when it comes to you
I lose that me, within me.
My eyes keep revering
those brown eyes which,
evinces charm on your face.
All the patterns
and theories of letting go
begins being so vague.
You ain't here with me
And, I guess
You never will.
Ahh, ofcourse
that smile arc is constant
with me, all the day.
But this unsaid goodbye
makes me sob.
I sob harder,
as nights still haunt me anyway.
I try deflecting
all the deplore out of me,
by frantically craving sleep.
As sleep is the only escape,
Escape from the entire 'you'.
Then morning sun arises,
entailing novice hopes
but I keep sleeping.
Yes I do.
I discern,
souvenir won't set me free.
Waking up will again
bring 'you' to me.
| I do miss you, but what about you?|
©schriftsteller_sakshiAll the patterns and theories of letting go,
begins being so vague.
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schriftsteller_sakshi
48w
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Hola amigos!
Okay, so this quarantine did solely one thing good to me, it took me back here in my exquisite paradise.��
I really missed this place a lot. How you all doing?Wind encloses my heart
with eternal grip
And heals my wound
with a heartbeat skip.
I belong to the sea
I belong to the sky
all the exquisite things
that passes by.
Discerning whether
link is heart to heart
Or wound to wound.
Albeit heart liaison
pauses the breathe
And wound connects
inner soul around.
I suspire,
the best of both worlds.
Hushed whisper flows
Carelessly leans skywards.
This physical self
may confine me
And it may succumb.
But this soul feels infinite
from all wounds, and
when the time is right
across the realms,
it would flutter high.
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You were,
embraced in the bottle of love,
bit akin an exquisite dream.
What to utter
Just let it be!
Eternal you were,
And reiteration of your name,
Just for your soul to be mine.
What to utter
Just let it be!
In timorous dark,
You promised to be unfading lusture
unremitting glance of flames.
What to utter
Just let it be!
Live the rhapsodies,
of our tiny disparate world
Your thoughts betided my fallacious hope.
What to utter
Just let it be!
All your lies,
I promulgated truths of my world
Alas! you're just an illusion.
What to utter
Just let it be!
Just let it be!
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schriftsteller_sakshi
77w
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Adrifting in eyeful dream
I leer in your eyes.
Ardent to walk with you,
for my entire life.
This life we two live,
at same time
Allbeit, disparate phases.
Just like reading of same book
But different pages.
Solely if one could slow down,
And the other could stride up
Someday may be
You never know,
We could be together.
Together,
On the same text
Escapading the same,
Vivid elucidation
and Wider panaroma
Thereupon,
We would read
We would walk
We would utter
the identical line
Utterly aligned.
schriftsteller_sakshi
#pod @writersnetwork @mirakeeWe could be together.
On the same text,
walking on same line.
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I felt your presence
and a fleecy touch.
Satiny press
on my cold skin.
It feels like,
you're here
along with zephyr
Brushing my hair,
taping my shoulder,
and holding my waist
to pull towards.
I sighed
and shied.
Each tiptoe on my skin
made me skip a heartbeat
and my breath entails
pauses betwixt.
A sudden wind
blown on my face
Took me out
of my dream phase.
You wouldn't come,
ever again.
I nincompoop human,
I'm just so insane.
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89w
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It's dark in here
all of my days.
I'm fading away,
evanescing colours
Dwindling all my identity.
There's no space left
for novice hope
not even in sleep.
I'm enshrouded with
No smiling lights
no glaring sunrise.
All I have with me
is my dark nights
with constant lies.
You're gone
And so is your souvenir.
But I'm not empty yet,
Pain by you
still suspires deep inside.
I've nothing mine
not even emptiness.
This world entails
fulgurating rays of lights
but, to me
all alludes burden to the soul.
I don't feel like
breathing anymore.
I'm alive in hazy breeze
but I don't feel
my heart beats anymore.
My mind screeches
insanity sometimes.
As I spent my life
waiting for the tide
that may never arrive.
©schriftsteller_sakshiIt's dark in here
always,
all of my days.
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The moment
when I took a pause,
looked at his face
His heart.
And his heart beats.
I sensed smell of difference.
This life we two live
at same time
Is actually disparate
in all plausible phases.
He declaims about
the sky so high,
I utter the depth of sea.
He is deific raw droplet,
whirls effacing my ferocity.
He's full of sunlight,
Eclipse, all over me.
There's an abyss within
He often visits me.
Mayhap, we allude two,
unidentical human
But an identical heart
with healing soul.
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91w
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May be, lame!
But I just felt same yesterday, when I met my childhood toys after so long.��
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Souvenir of those toys
that belongs to my
daintiest era of life.
forged an abode today,
and ordained me
to esy peace in them.
They too had lived me,
being mate of each moment
and each emotions.
I rushed to the cupboard
of my store room
and found my paradise
right there,
where it used to be
in beatific past.
Locked in wooden box
whose keys were
treasure to me,erst.
Same trilling voice
while opening box
kissed my jovial nerve.
All were there,
my piggy bank,
my fetching barbie
with long hairs
At corner, was my rabbit
shattered by me once.
I briskly hugged them so tight
and drenched 'em with tears.
They too didn't perturbed
and cuddled me back,
akin two estranged lovers
got coalesced for eternity.
I nudged my red car
a toy which inferred
predilection in my infancy.
But it got snapped
solely with my soft touch.
Mum enunciated,
the toy was old
hence it broke.
But I discerned,
it was evincing me,
the agony in disguise of anger,
for leaving it alone
from so long.
More often,
I don't remember them
owing to fact of being trapped
in muddle life.
But deep within,
they as well as I
percieve to a fare-thee-well,
We are first bezzies
in this acquisitive world.
©schriftsteller_sakshiChildhood toys♡
I found my paradise
right there,
in locked wooden box
whose keys were
treasure to me,erst.
©schriftsteller_sakshi
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ummerveeri
33w
Read More#PoetryWednesday @writersnetwork @mirakee #pod #writersnetwork
Pc :pinterest'Sufferings
Trying to Tear down my existence
Unrequited love of my beloved
Vengeance i can't think of
Wails of mad heart became inevitable
And i kept on dying slowly'
©ummerveeri -
musings_
27w
Read MoreA tribute.
Long and disjointed.
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Grey clouds disregard the thoughts sifting through your mind like the fragrance of unripe mangoes wafting through the swollen breeze, suffused with disconsolation; the mellowed orb loiters stifled in the mist; fervid in a gentle furor of dispassion; in a dawn spun from the smeared silk of the simmer of an ache; like the pulsing warmth of a petal-veined arm; like a river fractured into tributaries.
A pale, dismembered leaf held to a flame;
October sighs unprecedented as the air nibbles away in defiance of brumous skies; a frenzied, discoloured levitation; a sudden tinge of colour sears through your cheeks, a small rose blooming from a cracked, beige pavement; and a smile hangs loose from the corner of your mouth; a tremble of a caress, your slenders fingers wade the strands of hair off of my temple, the nascent tendrils of a grapevine -
'this,' a faintly-winged whisper.
your voice cascades on the singed fabric of my skin like a rivulet of molten honey; a lilting symphony asunder - with a texture that sifts onto buoyancy, a weight that slips through my fingers like polished ivory; tracing away the creases of the body anew-
'this, and this, and this,' you murmur.
(jagging away in the realm of the forbidden.)
Unhinged in flounder, May muffles in the crucible of conformity; slow and smotheringly; over coffee-stained yellow pages, a faint candle irradiates a honey-coloured shoulder with a faint bruise ashen into laceration; a glittering raindrop sewn to your skin; a sliver of silver, moonlight dances on your wrinkled forehead; a threadbare blanket come undone.
you weave elegies on longing; wounded in collective passivity, fettered and fazed; hovering on the brink of a feigned semblance, succumbing to the tyranny of loss.
a withering dusk of August cradles the base of a lovely throat in calloused hands; like a piece of sandpaper against jagged marble; abrasive beyond substance; you sit beside me on the distempered pavement; a string of staccatoed notes receding in the darkened room. you smile gently against my ear; giddy with freedom.
'this,' you say.
'this, and this, and this.'
(a volition of conniption against injustice.
a coffin of love cradled within a pair of commas.)
tonight, a sullen morning of October milks a reverie of loss in its arms; moonlight dances on empty oak desks, a hand-dyed journel sits shimmering in dust at the edge of a rusty drawer; uncreased and unstained and unsullied. a watery-white wreath of words saturates the air; a lace of pearls coming off loose. an ambush of faint prayers, a reverberation of rioting fervour; like petals of a rose unfurling in spring.
(bequeathed by a love so powerful, it purloins you into helplessness.)
A misty face streaked by a string of tears,
(like moonlight dancing on a stolen mountain)
the air suffused with disconsolation; a voice cracks on the floor like a piece of fine porcelain.
'Do you have any memories of him?'
(a sudden tinge of crimson shading a pale cheek; a broken smile hanging off loose from a rebellious mouth; slender, tapering fingers at the edge of a dusky temple; a ruffled blanket wrinkled along the edges bearing the weight of time; a bruise adorning a honey-coloured shoulder, a lilting symphony asunder; a realm of conformity, a coffin of love.)
in a dawn smeared with loss; the swollen wind traces the creases at the nook of my nape; the pulsing warmth of a petal-veined arm; like a river fractured into tributaries.
'this,' I hear myself say.
a faintly-winged whisper.
'this, and this, and this.'
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Largely because of @veloc1ty_ :)
Thank you for the honour @mirakee.
@iamsleepy @jeelpatel @clockwork_mnemosyne @artsyy @raika @sereiin @tanya @seyfert
#lovexloss #podAnd the day that we'll watch
the death of the sun
That the cloud and the cold
and those jeans you have on
Then you'll gaze unafraid as
they sob from the city roofs
- Hozier, Wasteland baby!
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love_whispererr
34w
Read MoreHappy birthday Beautiful soul @maleficent_
My #august_poems_ for you ♡
Stay blessed and happy as always ��`
-
seyfert
34w
Read MoreOne More poem added to this Exquisite Anthology of your life and we hope this becomes the most beautiful poesy you've ever read, but you know what you're an Astonishing poetry in yourself.
A Poetry that flows like brook of love and affection through the heart of all those who try to read it.
You're Everything that Metaphors try to express, The Embroidery try to embellish and the most vibrant hues try to beautify.
Even the nights envy you for the way you hold your scars and still smile with the gleaming scintilla and The Moon tries to talk with you for she knows that the secrets shared with you will never be leaked.
You're the Empress of whatever you put your hands in, May it is writing proses, Reading, loving, caring and of course Roasting the spammers over here on mirakee (My Personal Favourite).
It's Your Day today and still I've to struggle with my pen to put out it's ink mending words describing you and your Aura, cause the charm you carry in your scintillating eyes is beyond any description, even if I try my best taking help of the best adjectives I won't be able justifying you, You A Beautiful Soul.
To be very Honest I've never seen someone so pure and innocent like a small baby, it's less than 4 months since I know you but still you shared so much of your life with me and gave me love which I can't pay back to in any way possible.
On Your Special Day, I would just pray that You get all the happiness this universe beholds.
May the Sun never stop shining over you and guide you in your darkest Days.
May You Live Long and Worthy of your life.
May You be Blessed with abundant Joy.
Sending All the Happiness and Love Your way.
- Bhavya
@maulie
A VERY HAPPY, CHEERING AND AMAZING BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
MAULIE AND BHAVYA LOVES YOU, AND THEY MEAN IT!
YOU MATTER!!
@maleficent_ ❤RUHI
The soul, that touches souls.Casting the coils of breeze
in mid seasons blow,
notes of charms tied with
tunes of august that never lows.
The Message with the
twinkle in the sky grew above,
declares coming of the soul that
tickles heart with her hue above.
15th OF AUGUST
With the little wings,
brilliantly dyed
and languid eyes,
where she hides the meadows
of her paradise,
she came,
she came.
Every Morning she paints her mirror
with the shadow of her interior.
cheekbones likes mazes of daisies,
her each word has a scent to keep.
Her neck like rose stem
she owns daffodils as a
fancy-fit in her brows.
Jetty brown eyes like sunflower,
far far away from the sadness of hour.
The Breeze of her Aura and aroma,
she moulds between her phrases.
with the prospering glamour on her face,
she sings the hymns,
unseen inside her brown eyes, full of grace.
Her art even amazes clouds,
from, the sun to the moon,
from the pearl in oysters' shell,
to the another galaxy up in sky.
They scream and quite gleam,
with the poems of her shine
and wings of her flight.
she still tells how she sailed through the grief,
that everyone left her drowned with belief.
wounding up musings,
so slightly, so fondly
like rays from orient peak,
to flowers beside her pillow bleak
from the ecstasy door,
to the verdant floor.
she curls her charishma
inside her words
and joy between the spaces
of those words.
She gives tunes
to those lyrics
by playing the piano
in heaven lights with her beats.
© Maulie Kapoor 2020 -
sereiin
34w
Read MoreHappy Birthday Ruhi. I absolutely adore you and love you.
You are precious and it was my pleasure to stumble upon someone to happen to be a beautiful person in and out.
Never stop being the amazing person you are . You matter and your presence here feels home. And yes stop hyping me for no reason at all XD . Won't say much because you know what you mean to me .
Have a great one. Trucks load of love.
You'll always be the Monica to my Rachel����
@maleficent_.
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verbose
39w
Read MoreI dream of places I've never been to. Of wonders I've never seen before, of people I've never met, of destinations I've been dreaming since ages to reach, of views from the tall buildings of crowded streets and neverending roads. I've been dreaming of learning cosmic mysteries, of stars and moon.
I've been dreaming of creating forever memories in this little infinity, collecting and dancing over small happiness I've been dreaming of becoming a star so bright with full of light. I've been dreaming of things that resonate with my core, flawed but worthy, of endless possibilities of celebrating myself over time each day, every day.
I dream of lying between tainted pages of old novels to feel the emotions of hundreds who once touched it and found their home in it. I dream of reading unpopular fictions, some classics and lots of vintage poems. I dream of touching every art with the same purity as that artist's pureness of creating it.
I dream of making myself as the last person that should matter to myself the most and keep shining in who I am. I've been dreaming of bringing the change, reading all good books out there, being unapologetically me, tracing my fingers over all masterpieces created during times. I've been dreaming to live some memories forever. I've been dreaming of little infinities in this infinite world.
-Richa
(And the list continues but here I stop)
PS: Hello Mirakeeans, you can take "I've been dreaming" as a prompt and create your writeups. Let us share our little infinities in words. One liners or to any number of lines, you can write. And don't forget to tag me !!
HAPPY INKING ��
I'll check out the submissions till Monday night.
#writersnetwork #pod #mirakee #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakeeI've been dreaming !
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©verbose -
ummerveeri
40w
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Aao mehfil jamayein
Complete this line
Tumhe bhool jane ki...
@writersnetwork @mirakeeTumhe bhool jaane ki
Jo koshishien jaari hai
Darasal ye mehaz ek dhoka hai
Woh toh Tanhaaien hai
Jo ehsaas delati hai
Tum kitne talak tak bas gaye ho mere...
©ummerveeri -
sereiin
41w
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You'll be special to me always.
Because you were everything my heart soared along the corners of the classroom doors in the midst of chaos.
Do you know that feeling when it rains and all the romantic bones in your frantic little body aches to go outside and get soaked?
It was you who made me feel that way. All the little parts of bone tickled around my wild self of seeing you.
It was special
To me especially,
Because I still remember how my heart skipped a beat when you stood as a love when the pen striked against flames. A stupid game , stupid enough to make me believe that it was destined for you and me.
I still remember the days I looked you around the third bench corners . The way your hair fell across your every time you bent and striking them behind . You'd look at me through the the corner of your eyes and pass on a crooked smile. That smile could make you go weak on legs and certainly pass a chill down your spine.
It was beautiful
To me especially
Because the first time we met had made a memory sticking in my heart. We fell apart as students and bonded as friends. The journey was quite a haste from friends to lovers.
Both giggled , blushed around those cheeks ,laughed and took care of each other mostly around the balconies of school.
Dates around the recess went wrong ,me talking to much triggered you, you changed around the days you adapted to growth. Said things we shouldn't had ,the things I wish I could take back. My words and the fights not the smile and memories
We fought our smallest and biggest fights around those benches of the third rows. You never passed a crooked smile since then I never glared at your lips the same way again. Over which the carrier took a leap. The most beautiful time became a memory to you and me.
I remember , I smile ,I cry.
That song we danced to still reminds me of you. I'll dance again but still cry my hurt out.The school uniform carries your scents around the corners of the pinfork . My eyes points at you within seconds every time I look at the class photographs.
You'll be special
To me always
Because you are what I believe love was.
-Radhika��
Amazing prompt by @thewordplayer ����You'll be special
To me always
Because you are what I believe love was.
©sereiin -
_still_in_mess
41w
Read MoreIt's 4:00a.m in clock
She is waiting for dawn
For knock on the brittle ,cold ,velvet sky,
Chuckle on branches of trees she observes..
Waiting for first ray to nurture them...
She seems holding her own novel to pour the beauty of day in the love and aura of silence..
Air is aural to her presence around..
Warns the sky
to begin the painting of canvas sky
And somehow the paints are filled with wonders of love...
Butterflies starts to dance to hold her smile
The aroma of soil delights the love of nature...
She sees the opportunity to find answers she weave in her presence around the earthly miracle..
Sun at horizon who hides behind the adorable scene start to give a glorious weather ..
She is lost in moment..
And suddenly she wonders to find the stars and forget the morning treasure ..But soon air whispers to her ,“ Stars are lost in depth of sun"
Air heals her heart by pouring the love of sun and star ...And holds her cheeks to blush with love of heavenly words..
Slowly the buzzing sound of humanity takeover the beauty of nature...
And she starts to pour the memorable moments in book of her heart away from forlorn cage..
©_still_in_mess
Pc : Pinterest ♡
#forlorn.
