Miraquill
but on some days you choose
to stand in front of the waves
and see them destroy
every part of you.
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and maybe
infinities are somewhere
just within these finite moments
all together looking to be found
by the one who wishes to stay.
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but to let things
come back
you need
to let them go.
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and maybe
you turn into something
that this world never
wanted you to be
for they'll never know
what you always carried
and even if they did
they won't know.
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and somewhere between these stars
where the silence resides,
let it speak up for you,
don't say a single word.
Even the darkness in this silence
is so enthralling, let no word
spoil the moment.
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but the truth
about people will
always be different than
what you realise.
For it'll be you
searching for things
that aren't finding their way
back to you and that is
the greatest tragedy of all.
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but from my eyes,
you'd see the real her and
even if it was just chaos,
then it is all i was looking for.
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and you tell the stars
about the fears you possess,
for everytime you fall
they'll succour you to shine.
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but darling,
storms
don't
ruin
places
they
destroy
them.
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and it went
all at once,
so slow
that the face
kept fading
but the words
never left.
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parv_10
19w
There is no "other half". You do not become whole by your half and her half. You become whole when you find a bond powerful enough to consume you. It was never two halves but two fulls. Always.
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parv_10
23w
रब
तुमने ये ज़िन्दगी निकाल्दी मंदिरो में खुदा ढूंढ़ते हुए, मैंने एक पल में तुझमे ढूंढ लिया|
पूजती है ये दुनिया पथरो को और मैं अपने दिल में खुदा रखता हु|
बिन खाये बिन सोये व्रत रखती है ये दुनिया और मैं अपने खुदा के साथ रात को सो जाता हु|
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daphnae
70w
Read MoreOF (SCAR/VIO)LETS
what if every scarlet shade around the sky was a mere sum of every bruise your heart clotted with time? the sky stretched wide monotonously, lasting miles and miles above my hair cursing the left over zephyr dusting them off on loop. it's crinkled across the horizon, experimenting with blends fusing along the sleepy sun. the blind loathing creeped against the walls of my veins, clearly revisiting the catastrophe i once dwelled in. letting go of every cloudy heights, i dropped down the narrow slides to my puzzled home. i stopped knotting the ends of the strings lying on my bed every other night. they stay rotten now, and reek of the words i forget to use in my poems.
it's past midnight and the smell still lingers below my nose, moving along my eyes tracing the stars from my backyard. and each night, the sky place the stars under my name as i ask. i pluck them off gently, blowing off their coarse edges and hide them under my blanket. i don't count, 'cause i don't want to. for the moon i adore from the beats in my heart, replacing every inch between us with love and rhymes. the skyline curves up when i spill ink on their names, although they know my short, sharp words can never equate to the beauty they exist within. and that's how i know, another night will pass and the next morning would still start from me struggling for words to write more of what i dreamt of along the stars in my bed. what if, all they were, modern violets to the archaic poems of my love?
©daphnae
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diyabedi
84w
Read MoreThe zephyr whispers in my ears
And the leaves die beautifully
kneeling down as if proposing
to the changes and colours;
red and brown
The breeze kissed me and
I felt the caress of autumn's breath
on my salmon-pink cheek.
Maple leaves smiled to braid my long hair
Gently, the rustle embraced me
surrendering the Spring and Summer
For the first time, it didn't yearn for winter
As it was cold and heart aching
Warmth— This is what it longs.
The Autumn was blushing in vermillion
The wind from the west was inspiring
autumn colours in me
Why do I not realise that the wind was falling for me?
©diyabedi
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Thank you so much ❤❤ @writersnetwork and @mirakee
This is my third POD ����
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#pod #dds #ceesreposts #tod_wt #bob_201 #6_11 #atd #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #yaish_
#zephyr.
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whitewings
84w
Read MoreSomeday, twenty or thirty years from now, if we meet... again... possibly... I'll tell you, how you won. That time really drains life out of breaths. And miracles don't happen. That dreams don't always come true and mountains break as well. I'll tell you how moon is just a facade. And there's no silver lining to any dark cloud. They rain... and that's just it. I'll tell you of mirage and all other illusions I chased all my life. I'll tell you, you were right. And I was naive. That fairy tales and forevers don't exist. That love is just another addiction, like alcohol and drugs. That feelings don't matter. Suppressing them is the best one can do. I'll tell you all that I went through... alone. And I'll tell you all this in silence. I'll tell you through eyes. Because I know, years later... I'll be way too tired for words. I won't be the hopeless romantic that I am today. I'll be a realist, hardened at the surface, broken at my core. I'll tell you that goodbyes are the only permanence in this transient world. That not everything that happens is for the good. Sometimes people come and leave, things happen, not the way they should. I'll scream darkness from the midst of all the light that'd surround me. I know, I'll tell you. I simply know.
©WhiteWingsSomeday, twenty or thirty years from now, if we meet... again... possibly... I'll tell you, how you won.
©whitewings -
whitewings
92w
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Do you think caged birds know,
the mountains exist...
or that sound echoes
in breathtaking valleys.
That pebbles create ripples
or that kids play and swing
on trunk and roots of banyan tree.
Do you think caged birds have ever seen...
the friendly gestures of a dolphin,
or the dance of a peacock...
when the clouds roar
before rains begin.
Do you think caged birds wonder
if there's a world outside of those bars.
Do you think caged birds know,
what those wings are for.
That there are other birds like them,
soaring high in the sky...
singing, searchin, hunting...
fighting, building, breaking...
humming lullabies at night.
Do you think caged birds desire
more from life...
or are they content
in the safety and comfort
of the bars behind which they reside.
Do you think caged birds are resentful or grateful,
for all that their caretaker provides.
Do they know they have
a limited amount of time...
and with every sunset in the cage,
they're moving close to losing
so many fulfilling flights.
Do you think caged birds wonder
at the changing colors of the sky
or maybe wish to talk to other birds
when they see them collecting
straw and grain every sunrise.
Maybe caged birds don't think at all.
Maybe they submit their identity
and embrace the grim reality...
that in the name of love
humans do strange things...
chain and cage the object of desire...
to hold them close,
hold them safe...
even if against,
the wish of the one they love.
Maybe caged birds know,
humans are insecure.
Maybe to errors of understanding
and fallacies of human mind,
caged birds willingly supplicate
their entire lives.
©whitewingsMaybe to errors of understanding
and fallacies of human mind,
caged birds willingly supplicate
their entire lives.
©whitewings -
whitewings
88w
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I have never been,
and probably never will be
one of those spirited girls
you've been so used to seeing.
The ones who're confident about their decisions.
The ones who wear the latest trend
and go to movies with friends
and lie to their parents
so that they can go on a mini vacation
with their boyfriend.
The girls who know precisely
what lipstick to wear,
which foundation to choose.
I second guess my decisions on most days.
Even before beginning to read a book...
I think, again and again and again.
I find myself struggling to choose the middle path,
that'd help me put myself as a priority
and also not hurt anyone unnecessarily.
I don't know makeup.
But I'm learning.
Not because society expects me to.
Simply because I like it.
Some days when I don't even have to go anywhere,
I get all dressed up
and put on my favorite earrings,
the nicest tint of pink
in my collection of lipsticks...
take a few selfies...
and then go to sleep.
I find it hard to lie...
especially to people I love.
So a secret mini vacation
might not be possible.
You probably wouldn't feel comfortable
showing me off to your friends.
I'm boring...
that's how most people would define me.
I know I wouldn't find their jokes funny.
I don't know the latest celebrity gossip...
or of cricket clubs and football leagues.
There won't be any common interests
and I'd end up either stifling myself
or annoying them to death...
with my measured presence.
And trust me on this,
I'd not let any sexist remark pass by.
I'd either expect an apology
or I'd leave.
Making the situation awkward for you
and your friends as well.
So I understand your reluctance.
I understand this hesitation.
I know it's difficult to choose something
that appears dull
but glows on the inside...
over things that glitter and catch attention,
in the blink of an eye.
©WhiteWingsI know it's difficult to choose something
that appears dull
but glows on the inside...
over things that glitter and catch attention,
in the blink of an eye.
©whitewings -
©raika
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Apprentice
You once told me that all words have a life cycle, and to outgrow them is inevitable. But it would kill you to abandon them, so you found me and taught me all that you knew.
- Avitaj -
mirror
107w
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the way I see it
we're two parallel lines
with so much in common
that even though
we may have originated
at two separate places
we choose to travel together
to infinites
that none of us know
exist.
the way I see it
we're two overlapping circles
that are continuously straying
into concentricity
such that
all of you is all of me
and the lines to our edges
are so fuzzy
that they appear one.
the way I see it
we're two obscured equations
of two very uncertain variables
that co-exist
depending on each other;
we make sense
until we make no sense at all.
the way I see it
we're two loops
joining hands
at each others opposite ends
making a never ending infinity
of the few scattered
yet arresting things
that make us
us.
the way I see it
i'm a fleck
in the vast cosmic universe
and you're the void
that surrounds it;
i am everything
that gives you significance
yet I am nothing
without you.
©mirror
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