Two roads diverged into a yellow wood Where obsolete tales of stars got furbished, When the quills of hope, masked the skies in sapphire hues. To overhaul the euphoria raised by the unheard rhythmic beats.
And sorry i could not travel both, For i was not brave enough to walk , On those aimless streets, spend restless nights and and chase gaiety all alone.
So just like a traveller, long i stood, Filtering the mosaics of stained poetries, To embellish the rainbows on my sky- less soul which once entwined in millions of stars , Wrapping my ache and agony under the leaf of ecstatic ambience.
I looked down one, as far as i could, Dressed in galactic robes, exploring the constellations in your swollen eyes. Standing on the barren garden of my heart, where once grew sunflowers of love, which i used to water daily.
I am an abandoned network of bars with only an old soul residing in me. Sometimes happiness enters through the front door to witness my vintage heart while the other times grief crawls on the edge of my bars to weave a shelter for themselves. With every break of day a beam of hope peeks into my empire just to stare at how the Withered soul in me dines on gloom and befriends rivalries with solitude. I present those flickers with a scoop of slime and dust, as my constellations no more binds the stars of affection and i bid them with heartiest good bye when the twilight masks the sky,
I am an dormant domicile, often referred to be frail by unwanted visitors , who tries to decipher my inner exuberance by my outer appearance. They call me dim, dark and dull but ignores the residues of faith i harvested since years. Once my bars smelt like home that preserved hope on sombre days but now they breathe within abandoned poetries, inhaling metaphors and exhaling allegories.
My heart still beats within the Caroline's i sing with Selene and my mind still blends a thousand memories that may bring back your grin.
Dear Childhood, I heard you last, eight years back, when the pastels of Acacias painted my days and my nights were shaded in milky flare. Yes am well and have preserved all our Saccharide memories in the attic of my heart. The days still flash in the Meadows of my thoughts when we spent our nights in the lapse of dreams, strolling through the vallies of our fantasy, dressed in charm and solitude.
The piece of puzzle that was lost is still missing and i wont search for it untill you come back. Cotton stuffed isabelle lies paralized on the rocking chair with dying hope in her mind. I found the building blocks yesterday with which we built the castle of bliss and the broken crayons which once painted Happiness on dull walls still resides in the cracked silver jar.
I regret the day when i was forced to bid you good bye standing on the dockyard of adolescence, waiting for the waves to take me the land of teenage that just appeared to be beautiful but in reality was nothing more than a fools paradise
I carved your name on a Saccharide cloud, To keep you alive on the verses of Floresent skies. Beneath which deceased lover craved of shelter, For not all Spring brings hope to our life.
I wished my emotions to be blessed, By the saffron shades of the sun. Yet soon the metaphors of trust started to melt, Since not all summer showers with joy and fun.
I stitched our story on a scarlet leaf, to feel it dangling from the grief coated strings of my heart's edge. But it withered with a golden memory, Just because All autumns aren't orange.
I looked for love in the puddles of your memories, To store them down in my heart's attic. Before the dirty drops of despair could wash them well, As not all monsoons are romantic.
I wanted my faith to breathe betwixt the glaciers of your thoughts, So that my soul gets the warmth to dwell. But your frost coated lies pushed me behind the bars of numb , And not all winters greeted me with jingle bells.
I was healing the broken stars on the outskirts of the Milky Way, with the hope of landing on Earth and witness the beings who were blessed by the shades of the sun. A perfect blend of blue and green sculpted on the sketch book of space, i heard it was the only planet that mananged to tackle the human race.
I stitched a couple of stories to present the mortals with and collected a few trampled meteorites , stardust sprinkled on it. A bag full of martian soil to help them grow their crops and a slice of saturn ring to preserve the bliss of dew drops.
The wait was over, i landed on earth but what i saw was different from that i thought. The blue of the sky was imprisoned behind the clouds of smog. The virginity of water was disrupted, its now a dump house of slime and dirt. Plastics covered its skin pushing the freshness apart.
Robots disguised as livings were dreaming to rule the universe. Rage and envy coated their eyeballs , humanity which i heard existed was now buried under curse. Love and care were alien objects floating on the verses of greed, they excused themselves from standing together even at the times on their need.
I left the place, falsely called paradise The turn of events may be was the cause of my desmise.
The rose petals in my journal have dried into shades of brown and your photographs in my drawer haven't tasted air for years now, but the chunks of memories you left me with are still treasured in my bleaking heart. Your voice still echoes in the withered woods of my mind, which then fades with the autumn breeze.
I follow them as i stroll by the shores staring at the waves of my despair, but once that echoed , now seems to have descended with the melting sun. I wander on silver clouds to get hold of the scavengers that dined on the delicate threads of our relationship, but my way gets obstructed by a heap of broken stars Cocooning the worms of your lies.
The fire flies of emotions which once enlighted my gloom still resides in the prison of my heart, at times they shout tearing my heartstrings apart. I squeezed myself to get rid of your thoughts But what i filtered out was only metaphors of love .
Your absence pushed me behind the bars of Silence, i questioned the walls ~" Why you left" And what trampled me the most, that there was no reason for our incomplete tale.
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"Kabhi kabhi khud ki acchai sunne ke liye maut ka intezaar karna padh jaata hai." Just wanted to portray through this post that before it's too late, spend some time with your loved one and let them know how much you love them. Life is very unpredictable. Live every moment. We never know who's next.
I don't know what made me write this, but yes! I did. Yeah yeah, title copy-catted by 'Game of Thrones'. Hehe. I hope that's not called plagiarism. I just tried to write on 'confusions' which we normally face, comparing it with some games which I love. Please give honest opinions about this writeup, okay? #writersnetwork#miraquill Thank you for ❤️ @writersnetwork
There's a saying that "Change is the only constant in life" From the day you've come into this world until the day you die You have to face a hell lot of changes But it hurts when you see someone very close, change in front of your eyes slowly and daily No matter how much you make yourself understand that it's because of the age , people leave ,it was expected or it was meant to happen still it would hurt like hell You try your best to make that person understand, you hope for a miracle but nothing would work The picture of forever will be broken in a second and leave you with nothing but melancholy and memories Passing by from that place where you've first met would make you sad You will get reminded of their little little habits, the way they used to talk or make you smile , how they used to have their effect on you or their one text made you smile it will make you cry but it won't make your pain any lesser It would be quiet difficult to accept The person with whom you have spent your half life and was hoping to spend more has crushed all your hopes and left But you know remembering it won't give you any satisfaction because neither they cared about you nor they respected your emotions . if they had they would have never left on the first place . Trust me No matter ,wherever they are they would be happy and satisfied. They are the perfect example of the saying "people change and so do their priorities" you have to take It as a lesson and eventually have to move on ,you have to shine at your best and show them what they have missed. I am sure they will regret it There are still many beautiful people who have a heart of gold as you, are waiting for you who will have your back no matter what. And I promise After few years you will feel sad for a moment but it won't hurt as it did earlier. Life is a beautiful journey and don't spoil it for those who are not worth it!
She met, when metaphors symphonied, skies fall, sakura bloomed and i am listening her.i wish to write songs for you, but how could i choose between sky and star, to rise as another scar on my flesh.flashbacks turned, tears are silently making a mark, how remarkable she is! i wonder while writing her.it is not a big term to be someone's huckleberry, but it feels good.
[huckleberry friend : it is an experience that showers your life with magic for as long as it lasts; someone for whom a heart is looking for]
we said, "nice to meet you" while exploring a stranger, isn't it is strange that we really doesn't feel n i c e, but meeting her was a lot like my questions.onerous.it feels nice to have you, buttery.
remember? how we smiled at our similarities.similes shattered.canary canopied cosmogryal, how beautiful all of that was!how beautiful it is!
11am conversation was a bit like stellar stitches to my broken bed, i still remember, when insomniac killed my ink, you was the one there to write it again.i briveted scintilla, to rubric a sobriquet for you.butterfly ji, Buttery, battery, Snehsan, param priye, sundari and so on and so i. I've been tedious, but without you I'm just a sad song~
- HOLO.freaking romance.khali khali.serendipity.destiny.i promise you.put your head on my shoulder. GWY.so far away.into the abyss.wishlist.forever rain.(in)story of my life. - [remember? Our chats on these, it was one of those moments when i am not someone else, but me, trying thantophobia]
[thantophobia: the phobia of losing someone]
"we'll be forever though i don't know what it means but i want to" queen_butterfly
"forever is a lie that i wish to live with you" sumiinked
you know, you're an angelic ray whispering comfortness to my chest with uncertainty.sometimes i complaint about you, why you're so good! Hehe, having you is like rainbow above head.
it hasn't been a long time since i know you, maybe there is a mirror between us trying to fold reasonings.i still remember how my reaction was, but much more than that how you was.some strange us, we were, then.some foolish smile we received, now.all of this is like a noble, and we're noblivagant wandering to find ways.
it is a D'es vu, I'm writing. i scare to be solecito, maybe because i know you're standing in dark to hold me.i know you're temporary and so i, but still it feels good to create mangata in minds, maybe because heart is foolish to write forevers. [D'es vu : an awareness one feels that this will become a memory Solecito :sunshine]
when i got my first EC, it was you who was the happiest.i was making a snow man to make you laugh but i guess your smile is warmest for that.
sometimes, querenia we quilled lied exulansis but bit of my words you will recall, i know that day i will be a memory standing near brink, turning pages but not forevers.
Happy Birthday Sneha!
@queen_butterfly 2 Sep, should be celebrated as Sneh Day, someday I'll appeal to court.
For the uninitiated, a pangram is a sentence that consists of all the letters of the alphabet.
/ Ps- I took for quite some time and was overwhelmed to see your love and concern about my disappearance. Seriously, my ' real world friends' have never cared when I happened to take off for longer. Seems like you virtual people are my real friends ❤. I know the etiquette is to have something like " will be back soon " on your bio, but since I didn't do it, I owe y'all an explanation. Well first of all, my mother suddenly packed me off to my granny's house, which , though lovely, is a place where using any apps is in vain. It's off the grid of internet connectivity. So, I uninstalled all apps and went there. Upon return, I had a tiny entrance exam knocking at the door ( don't ask how it went ). So didn't install anything . Once it was over, I had to fill up a few forms related to college admissions ( yeah, Covid granted every 12th boards student " pass" status without the conduct of exams of course) . Meanwhile, the habit of writing that I had built up at a slow yet steady pace during my few days here, wore off and hence I didn't have the motivation to come back here. But today I felt that I was really missing you guys, and have got to read you, thus I reappeared. I want to do justice to all your pretty works, and thus will read everything slowly. Thanks again for all the love .
Pps: As I already said, I lost the rhythm of writing, and henceforth, would be writting stuff which is sure to be even more balderdash than they usually are. So , you have been warned .
Ppps: I once tried installing Miraquill and didn't find it in Playstore. Is it just me, or did it really vanish as well?