Mirakee
Moonlight cast the spell with
sudden rainfall as I gently close my eyes
with the breeze
to not feel your presence again,
yet I feel you so much in its scent.
©souravmudgal
souravmudgal
@jerry_21 An asshole yet a very beautiful human.
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souravmudgal
1w
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souravmudgal
1w
Lifeless skin drips the
blood, pain is like an escape
from myriads of thoughts,
a bite down on the lip as the
eyes close into the throng
of tears, blocking every
emotion out that searched
for cure. A promise is made
to the devil, I stick to it for
a few weeks, he torments
me until every shattered bit
of soul owned by him. I look
into the reflector, waves are
crashing over me, a lost longing
resurrects itself in a cold
isolated red-pigmented sea.
Couple of weeks go by,
he stood with a smirking face,
promise was made to find
the cure, just one more slit,
one rope and no more
need to cope.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
1w
For a while let's not talk in metaphors,
since you asked what makes me
curious about death, it takes me back
to the days I cannot remember
when I stepped in, stainless by that
voyage, I knew well the use of blades
but what else can I hope for if my brain
resembles the whole demonic race
and the words I scream occurred
in those verses, suicides have special
language that comes with great price.
Twice I have declared war against
the foe who possessed my brain,
been beaten and eaten, have taken
over my soul. Fear settles deep
into the bones by looking at those
smeared pair of eyes, she sounds as
sweet as a hymn, that appeared like
a beautiful tale, I leaned towards them,
so then what went wrong. Her lips
on my neck that I mistook for a kiss,
a bottle in my clenched fist, shards
of empty glass go flying and a smile
through the pain.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
4w
I'm sorry to bring up the
death again but last night all Poe's
stories started to make sense,
airwaves fluttering my windows
turned pale that doubled up
what I felt before.
The area of attack slowly
diminished, now he aimed to target
only my brain, the heart he
already crammed with the relatable
resentment for he has done
everything that the
devil inside me always wanted.
The raven didn't come on
the December night to sniff the
poems to the blood and pain,
his verses delivered nothing,
nothing for the whole
bleak December, my loves were dying,
or maybe it was for the love
that died, all words I gathered and
all words I wrote never rhymed
until this Thursday night when the
eagles tapped my door
instead of his raven.
Fairytales turned out to be a bad interlude
of the poetries, that wished to
replicate the madness
and terrible beauty of his jinxes.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
5w
Along with a self-doubting tag
and sickeningly depressing taste in
music that contrasts every memory
differently, it's hard to capture
them in words but more painful to
capture them in pictures that keep
on wrestling with a she-devil I had
previously known as a beautiful woman.
After going through the several layers
of reality I got trapped in a self-made
illusion, no matter where I lay my
head at night she welcomes me with
her arms wide open, a surrealist
noose gripped around my neck, as the
moon reaches the pinnacle, I cry
into a gun. Escaping the hallucinations
become the last possibility so I threw
myself in the tub, on nights when I'm
far too drunk, to turn drugs into an
escape from both reality and illusions,
under these weight of cold futility the
fragments of my soul got lost in the dark.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
5w
It isn't easy to hold onto someone for long, at least I believed it but with you, I'm dreaming an old life with the wrinkles on our face, sitting near the fireplace listening to our favorite songs. Before you love was barely a word for me but when you happened to me, I knew that it's all I ever need. It's your love and the smile I ever need, can you place your hands on my hands and let me die a happy man. I hope you're getting what im trying to say, home isn't a place confined to four walls, but it's in you where I live and breathe, you're the hope that calms my soul and brings peace to me.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
7w
She isn't just beautiful from the outside but even more beautiful from the inside, in fact, there's so much more than beauty in her that even my eyes can't behold, no im not saying that Keats phrase was wrong "beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder" that's what he said and it's true when she finds beauty in others, her eyes are no less than the living miracle and beauty lies in them.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
7w
When I can't stand long and my words fall of their
charm, you'll be holding my hand as my bones get
weak, you're my good reason for being alive.
When things are no more the same and my voice
trembles while mumbling the love, I will give you all
of me to express what I will always have in me.
No matter how weak we get, how old we get, cause
what's love if it's only for the strong and young,
even if I cannot stand on my feet, I'll still be holding you.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
8w
Nothing cuts through the skin
to hurt but still, you're in my thoughts,
at the doorstep not of my heart
but the brain, I opened up the door
and you took the seat at the silhouette
side, I'm talking to your ghost and
manipulating the memories that never
happened, what I wished had.
Surrendering the burden of love into
a warzone, deafening silence
triggered the emotions at the whisper
of your name, a minute passes by
the truth, and your shadow in
and out on the wall left me stuck in
the comma. The daylight shatters
to the dark as hours skip past
my eyes with each second I count
on fingertips, broken strings held
by the hope that is already drooping
at the edge, and I stitched those
fragments together, I fell in love
with your illusions that I created.
©souravmudgal -
souravmudgal
10w
In a mad world, I ran into an endless
loop of pain with love that didn't
last long but the heartbreak did, and
since then I've run from the people
who pretend to wear their hearts on
the sleeves. I listen to your heart
beating into my chest each night I try
to fall asleep, but now I don't like its
sound, I spent my time reading the
poetries where you breathe with the
demons of yours, who rose from
the verses, ready to flirt inside my head.
Hands hurt, it bleeds but still, I pick
up the sharp edges, my soul screams
yet the words kept on choking the
throat until the voice that surges out
isn't mine anymore, as I decided to
wear the scars that were neatly folded
in my ribs' case. The demon inside
the head owns a knife to write on my
pulses. Abandoned with no hope,
I clung onto be dead, trapped in the flesh
that never belonged to me, how can
they hold my hand when I've broken it
to the bones. Sedated with the lies,
drawn into a corner, with nowhere
to hide, never to be heard neither to
be found, I jumped out of the mad
world into an endless abyss.
©souravmudgal
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moitreyee
5d
Read More"Goodbyes are burnt mists of an untimely dawn. "
- M
#goodbye #wod
@writersnetworkt h r e n o d y
Ink trapped in nibs
burp a catastrophe
while plucking sins of poets
who dress people like quotes.
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For poems that float
within a lapse.
Are weak enough,
prone to collapse.
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At the end of springs
in a healthy folklore,
rhymes aren't ashamed
to smash pastels ashore,
upon those dark elbows
that rests its pace
and commits fallacies
while sighing poetries.
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For every knot you tie,
along my ropes
are extensive balconies
that shelter hopes.
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Not like the myopia
I pretend
to tuck behind my ears,
But like the sunsets
That droops on me
Like summer songs
I listen to, for years;
Or a myth I long
To wipe off glitters
rolling down my eyes,
Or a dream I yearn
to overcast the lies.
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For farewells are thunders
that don't wink
Scars forever yet bites
for a blink.
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©moitreyee -
fajr_fajr
1w
Read More// It tears me up
when you turn me down
I'm begging please
Just stick around. //
-Love is gone.You held me like you'd hold me
forever,
And loved me like it'll last till eternity,
Little did i know,
our love is fading as time passes by,
And from
"you matter"
to
"nothing matters anymore" ,
the journey of love ended in pain.
// Two strangers who own each other's heart. //
-fajr -
galvanizedthoughts
1w
Read MoreTW: Death, rape
Dead girls carry keys in fists and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
The first woman who was a feminist
died single and failed to carry on her
genes forward
according to the theory of evolution
by Yuval Noah Harari
conclusion, women who were submissive
lived on to carry the blind inheritance
Ma says women who are as headstrong as me
Will have a hard time finding a suitor
Aunty K, who lives next door
would casually say
Beta, your skin is as dark as
the pre-monsoon storms
That cause the ripen mangoes to fall of the trees
And I'm reminded of Shah Jahan
And his words
"Why must a gardener not enjoy the fruits of the plant he has planted"
after he raped his own daughter
as she continues
History textbooks upheld him as a man
A man of love
She remarks your features are sharp
as the divinely dark Lord Krishna
however you would find so many suitors
if you were as light as Radha
ignoring that Radhakrishn are one
I wonder of men who carry
their patriotism in briefcases
migrate across nations
also them who expand their
chests wide
filled with nationalism
Would choose someone
the colour of the soil
they kissed as their own
And abruptly on the news channel
that was a silent spectator till now
Comes a headline
Dead girls carry keys in the fists
and aphrodisiac in their sleeves
A girl was walking outside
at night wearing ripped jeans
now found dead under the bridge
carrying keys in her fists
As the pre-roll add ends
Another awareness add on
how to buy local fruits from xyz bazaar
to credit farmers for the fruits they planted
A court calls a rape victim
promiscuous for sleeping
after surviving the assault
Another add on a safety app
by government that alerts the police
after a girl takes permission
to walk out late at night
Then an add on how a sofa
similar to which aunty K sat on
would cause no backaches
bonus, the guests won't complain
about the quality of the chai
which is directly proportional
to the hospitality received
As we switch off the TV
Aunty K advices me to carry
pepper spray and keys on my fist
And my aphro- no no of course not that
She suggests me to wear sleeveless
and top it with a jacket and shawl
to cover every inch cause
dead girls are dead for so long
As long as the history and the gods
have been ogling at the misplaced skirts
and stalking little girls
Until they no longer remain just girls
Until they are dead
So I carry my keys on my fist
Pepper spray and a pocket knife
I come back early as a self imposed curfew
And one day when I finally gather enough courage
To type evolution of a woman
I come across a video of a
milkmaid going to a god-like man
As the man stares at her voluptuous volumes
History becomes that man
That man becomes history
And I, a dead girl
© Ayushi Saha 10th April 2021 1.29 am
@/galvanizedthoughts
P.S- this poem took me a lot to write. It forced me out of my comfort zone. I would be glad to get some honest reviews on it. It's napowrimo and I really wanted to experiment and get out of my comfort zone. So here it is #gtnapowrimo21
@my_cup_of_poetry
@writersnetwork @mirakee #pod
Artwork by @/artwithmanasi on ig
I thank every single brave and courageous soul who apologized for the debacle. You are brave, bold and beautiful. I admire you for the strength you have shown
Please, Mirakee for once in such a long time started feeling homely again and I don't wanna lose this..
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atticoftheheart
7w
Read MoreCrying does not mean you are weak;
it means you have remained so strong
for far too long.
It means you have sacrificed your life
to ensure others live their's,
and it means you have put yourself forward
to protect their Earth rather than conserve your world.
It means you have kept your promised silence
that hush a friend dared to ask,
and it means you welcomed the weight
when your shoulders were soaked with drenching salt.
It means you have been sympathetic,
firmly standing your ground to defend friends,
and it means you forced yourself into exile
when your effect seemed more demonic than caring.
It means you threw your entertainment aside
to keep a little brother company as he chases fireflies,
and it means you disregarded candle wishes
as an older sister licked frosting numbering a younger year.
It means you chose to be the person everyone wanted to have
but no one wanted to be.
Where every touch of yours carries love
Every hand carries help
And a tiny crumb satisfy all
Where hands are joined together with yours
To help each other get the victory
And they never stop trying
Until everyone is smiling
You're a soul of precious aura gold
Yet stained with sadness untold
Broken
Frayed
In life's waves is tossed
Still keeps good spirits
Despite all you've lost
You're a wilted flower
Carry spores of many lives.
Found in-between the cracks of concrete
And steel,
The boundless love of a wilted flower
Carries within its womb;
The hope for a new life
But even through the concrete,
A flower learns to rage,
To expand,
Like a silent rebellion beneath the rough and Against all odds
You're just like a heavenly rain on a hot summer day
Heart beating underneath shades of grey
Band-aid to cushion wounds no one else seemed to see
Eyes full of tears and regrets,
Looking at the moon with many questions
Not afraid of danger but threats
Heart full of broken dreams,
Soul with many fresh wounds and scars,
Sealed lips with full of pain and screams,
There's a hope laced in you
For all of us with healing desire
Even sunlight shatters on your shoulders in vibgyor
And bless souls with hope.
©atticoftheheart
Thank you so much ❤ @writersnetwork ��In the midstream of your sorrow and tears,
Make room for a smile and laughter,
Intertwine your agony with a kind deed,
And color it with a rainbow of humanity.
Derive strength from God with a little prayer.
Plant a garden of hope in your heart, dreaming
Of a new dawn, a beautiful day, and enduring sunshine.
©atticoftheheart -
atticoftheheart
6w
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She sleeps in the morning haze of winter
Wakes in the jubilant night of equinox
Dies in the shadows of dusk of summer
Her hair is a veil of golden sunshine,
A diadem that shows royalty and divinity.
Her laugh is a song,
Like a hymn in a cathedral.
When I close my eyes
and try to picture Heaven,
I can only see her bright face,
Her earthy eyes
And her smile that outshines the sun.
I lost myself when I found you,
but I know she'll guided me
Back to my
Summertimes muse.
The haze of summer hung in the air
blurring the lines between our bodies
The meadows fill with sweetness
The scent swirling in her lungs
Each blooming rose red as blood
As spring awakens
Softly in her touch
Cradled in the depths of her arms
But I watch from afar
As everything she touches
Pulsate with life
And grow til they touch the ends of the earth
filling your mind with the smell of daffodils
the worded anticipation of warmer, saturated.
Her smile rivals the sun
And I watch from afar
Counting the days
As the carriage in the sky drags the night in place
As the heavens sleep above her
Soon
She will leave these fields dry
And take back what she has given
When the leaves fade to brown
And are crisp and brittle
I know
She has returned so scarcely,
Aging that wine to perfection each time.
I’ll constantly be in a haze of bliss,
If she's around me,
Filling glasses with sips of pure sweetness.
Cloud form shapes within the skies
And light will glisten from each eyes
It is the winter
that makes the spring sweet.
(Persephone is the Greek goddess of spring)
©atticoftheheart
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��An ode to the Persephone
She sleeps in the morning haze of winter
Wake in the jubilant night of equinox
Die in the shadows of dusk of summer.
©atticoftheheart -
atticoftheheart
4w
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I wanna dance with you under the moonlight
Take me back to those winter nights
Stars above shining so bright
Let’s recreate that magical delight
This home is not only mine
The space we created so divine
To share with you and realign
Turn the page, leave the bad behind
I wanna dance with you under the moonlight
Take me back to those winter nights
Stars above shining so bright
Let’s recreate that magical delight
Every moment spent with you etched itself
On the canvas that my mind was;
Like the elite form of calligraphy
I wanted to treasure life long
Until the pages turned yellow
And smelled of dust.
So, in a bid to treasure even those moments of low-yet-high level exchanges,
I laughed until my eyes sparkled
And jovial tears welled up to the brim,
Imitating an ocean.
It is your words
I miss the most,
mesmerizing and delight
in early March morning,
spilling from fragrant,
pink petals like dew
in late summer,
every conversation
an undreamt dream
warm and wonderful.
Words cannot do justice
To this miraculous boy
His heart vastness
Is beyond human comprehension.
If loving you is a form of art
Then darlin you're my masterpiece
The mermaids of love have
invited me to plunge deeper into your heart.
©atticoftheheartDear,
I know
You want to live once
Not to die twice in love!
©atticoftheheart -
atticoftheheart
3w
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We started from enemies;
Until we became allies.
We became closer and closer;
Until we were struck with limerence to each other.
Our love for each other was ineffable;
And we treasure each other.
But there was an accident;
That flipped our entire lives.
We protected each other;
And in the end, we died together.
Our lives maybe ephemeral;
But our love will last forever.
What happened to us proved the promise that we made for each other;
Till death do us apart.
©atticoftheheart
#epigraphScars last a lifetime
Bruises for a season
A moment can last forever
Without giving any name or reason.
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atticoftheheart
3w
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I'm erasing my existence,
to make a mark of your existence
isn't a permanent solution.
because those who are meant
to stay forever they won't
try to end up someone's life over this.
They know their value,
that's why they will wait
when you will create a hurdle for yourself
which you supposed it is for them.
they will think, you are gone forever.
but that forever is ours end.
As when your breath will end,
karma will rise me up from the ashes
where I have been sleeping—
to live my life for eternity.
from the start, it was just lost.
I'm so fool to understand the schemes of life.
This ends with beauty as a sin
And silence preferred over truth.
It ends with hollow guts who hide
Behind dull eyes, sapped of all light.
The sunsets feel more monochrome
while the breeze feels less relaxing
when the stars seem to shine dimmer
beyond the moon, misunderstood
with the tides turning, burdensome.
You hope for peace and immortality
but you continually invent new ways
to destroy each other.
©atticoftheheartNever ending possibilities
of you and I;
tearing us apart in pieces,
scattering away our happiness.
©atticoftheheart -
atticoftheheart
3w
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She has spent eternities despising herself
Searching in the mirror for the existence
Of an ethereal reflection
Staring back into her ocean eyes
Whispering soft lullabies
An abundance of external lies
For it could never match
The true beauty and radiance
That resides inside
The most impeccable love story
Is the one she holds with herself
Between her days and night
For when she comes to realize
The resiliency of her bones
The captivation of her words
The radiance of her dance
And the effervescence of her energy
She drips in empowerment
Like sweet honey
Drips from the wildflower
The pyramid of beauty was rising
For justice to reach the moon without stairs.
The duality of pain exists from you
To catch the hollow definition of art
But you no longer needed that trend game
When you see an aura of unimaginable beauty
A friendly face
An intoxicating laugh
A smile that makes you smile without even
Realizing it of your own
You ain't a rose filled with thrones but
A wild flower sprouting through
The cracks in the sidewalk
You could move mountains
And uproot trees if you tried.
You know that the blades of time will slice
Cleopatra's throat
And left her dry, all flesh and bone,
Worms eaten up what remained,
Her eyes,skin and pain.
But space and time fail to confine
The inner workings of your extravagant divine
And your beautiful existence.
Every person is a limited edition
Model on life's shelf.
There's much beauty in us beyond measure.
Darlin, This life does not taste alive
If you don't accept and love your own
Definition of beauty.
Your words were like a beautiful song
Yet your silence was like a sacred prayer.
You're a art and a musical note have ever sung
You're a sonnet and a radiant soul have ever seen.
When the sun hangs low
Still waters reflect mountains
Yet you hold a gaze on yourself.
You took care of yourself
When times got tough
A piece of a home, you made it whole
And through this words I will try
To paint your heart & soul
The impact you made
Never replace your beautiful grace
For shallow trappings charm.
©atticoftheheart
#beauty
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��They are hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
While I'm stunned by the withstanding efficacy of
Such a fragile body of yours
They adored her attire and scarves,
While I could trace the bruises you carried with poise.
They were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help
But I ride out at the scars you concealed with
Sprightliness which is
The most beautiful thing my eyes could
Ever have a view of and it left me dazed
With my mouth wide opened because
Self acceptance is a rare and real beauty.
©atticoftheheart -
sereiin
11w
Read MoreOh ,to lie in a backyard thinking about you among the roses and sunflowers has always been a dream.
Instead my house is a roof over and 4 walls, that smells of grief.
I have roses that bloom of melancholy and to love them when they wither isn't a sin.
After all, death necessarily means sad.
Our love never came to me as words with shining hopes on a friday night with pockets filled with lilac skies and everything happy.
To me, love comes with roses that pricked sharp thorns but held me warm in those buds under the grey sky. They bleed from poems that didn't rhyme and lovers who lived in a numbered forevers.
To hold hands and grow was never known instead to let your hand go when mine wanted to rest between those lines and fingertips and build a home within.
Goodbyes were never meant to be good ,but you my love have built a home within .
- Radhika ��.
