Reeking of hope and sunshine even after getting bruised in the just passed hurricane, blooming into a flamboyant firefly to enlighten the nights that paint themselves with the colour of clouds before rain, raising up in Gogh's verdant fields with fragile heart yet braver will like dandelions betwixt weeds, breezing life around the vicinity tossing fragrance of love and affinity humming croons of a nightingale and tales breathing in Riverdale.
For me you're this sunflower, bright and vibrant.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Harshi, may you always illuminate light around you like a firefly. You really ace it when it comes to writing a love poem, you're the synonym of aestheticism. Your words have a fragrance, an aroma that rejuvenates my soul plus you're a very beautiful human whom I met here. Thank you for always being there ❤️
She is a blank page of the blooming spring, a fresh chapter of an old rainbow that walks with novelty and a brewed up poetry that is flaunted on daisies. She is a wanderer waiting on the platform 9 and 3/4, to let her soul drape in the magic that leaks out of wands overseas.
She builds a castle in the midst of azure ocean and call it Hogwarts to pave way for her dazzling dreams, she incarnates love in hibernating hearts without any invisibility cloak and chase for the light vehemently without possessing elder wand to abandon all sins.
She is the kind of hope that keeps flourishing like the mauve hues of lavenders. She slits stereotypes with silver sword and rise like the raging waves of Bravery, a true gryffindor.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Surbhi and pardon me for being this late, but you're one of the sweetest person I met here and I wanted to write something for you. Harry potter was my first book which brought me into poetry and reading zone and seeing you always brings back this memory. I miss your little masti times and shayaris here, you're such a beautiful writer and I hope you follow your dreams ❤️ (Did you already broke up with me? My gf) And the poem is little absurd, sorry
She is a chandelier that asunder into golden meteors on bleaks days, and a white marble that blooms into full moon to liberate jarred fireflies. Skies inhume darkness and rain poetic showers when rainbows leak from her lucent eyes.
She builds a territory, a castle or a puissant realm flourishing her own exuberance alongside the sunkissed domains, metaphors guard her borders and stars engrave tales on walls when she inks winged divinity on espy porcelain.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Moonie, may you and your poesies illuminate around us like the moon. You're such a sweet hearted person I met in this journey and I do adore you a lot, and your love to moon makes me admire it pristinely. Keep writing sweets ❤️
She's the kingdom of hope raised on barren fields that blooms into freshly scented lavenders for an unwavering eternity, and a home painted in seashells and bonfires which impart warmth from the open windows of welkin. Constellations adjoin together into her incarnadine soul because she's a whole galaxy of never ending lenity.
She fits her nails into Gogh's pastels and restrains her heart from getting imbrued by aches, hurricanes brewing within her slips as pearls raining down her almond eyes, she wears smile on lips far away from any facade and stands up as warrior like a phoenix from ashes that aims to rise.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Arunima, may you flourish into the most beautiful lavender each day. We've just interacted one day and trust me that was awesome, you made me smile and giggle like seriously it's unfathomable. You're such a kind human and a stunning writer I met here, stay blessed always ❤️
Happiest and loveliest Birthday Sanam, may your pen splatter brightest of poems in abundance. You're one of the most brilliant writer and beautiful human I've came across here and you did melt this frozen heart into a heartsease. Thank you for always being there ❤️And the amount of support you give to everyone is impeccable. Your vocab what should I even say, almost half of the miraquill users learnt cwtch from you including me and it always reminds me of you, and your post enroute to find hope i.e. birthday dedication to Sid is my personal favourite. Much love :) and there's a failed attempt written below inspired by you.
Auburn autumn awaits to swirl on the tiptoes of his freshly baked alliterations, when he reincarnates it amidst the boulevards of saffron poesies and under the streetlights of lesions.
I wonder if he spell some magical whisperings or put a bowl full of charm, that the sunburnt leaves regain their breaths when he drapes metaphors with a fabric smelling like sunshine when clouds don't rain but his words etch rainbows on dreamland.
Wishing you many many happy returns of the day Rajeev, may your alliterations dazzle us forever. I miss your poetries here and the way you used to say keep smiling, keep writing I honestly need someone to say me this for this place has changed so has the people here. Enjoy your day ❤️
She is a celestial bohemian etched betwixt the shanties of pink skies and roaming clouds, and an art painted on the walls of snow-capped November. Rainbows leak out of her half- filled pockets and swollen wounds where she hides Gogh's pastels and a dozen of freshly scented sunflowers.
She brews a cup full of coffee and garnish it over the tip of her tongue, while writing monologue as a countryside lover who reside within the abode of her own heart. She engraves epitaph on the mauve skin of bosky forget me nots when autumn bids adieu and her poesies thrive with a new start.
Happiest and loveliest Birthday Sneha, may you bloom into the most beautiful forget me not around us. Your poems are the synonym of magic elaborating realities in most unique way. Apologies for the late wish ❤️
She has forever dreamt of world without masquerade, but her explicit heart knows tales and domains of love that never fades.
She has forever hoped for blooming beauty in people's eyes, but her aromatic soul knows to harvest thorns along with lies.
She has forever imagined of brightening empty streetlights when sun is replaced by moon, her poems glow like fireflies when a mother sing lullaby and stars hum croons.
Happiest Birthday to the MOST KIND HEARTED PERSON I MET HERE, may your life shine brighter than the sun. You're love actually just like your phenomenal writeups, I really cherish your presence in my life Kini, you always make me feel worth ❤️ may your special day be filled with lots of happiness. Thank you for always being there with me and showering your immense support to my poems and to me emotionally. I adore you most.
Happiest and loveliest Birthday wishes to you @murryben may your day be filled with all the happiness ❤️
You're a very beautiful soul and an amazing writer who amazes reader with her each write-up. I still remember your post that you wrote after Charles Bukowski, each word as it is, is placed in my brain. Tbh I was always afraid to approach you even today also for you're really a great writer and I've always thought whether you would reply me or not? But again your kindness ruled over that thought. Meeting you is one of the most pleasant thing and thank you so much for being such a sweet heart always
Belated Happy Birthday sweets, wishing you good luck for future and may your life shine brighter than the sun. You're one of the sweetest person I met here and I'm really sorry for being so late to wish ❤️
"Look at me chase my dreams like I caught these fireflies on summer night" I was made of clouds, that knew of heights to reach, and now it feels like I have been petrified into a sculpture, steadfast. But I am trying!
Oh! wasn't I a bit too fearless of this world, and now I am engulfed in unknown fears, why? I was dauntless, ready to conquer like Alexander and now I am daunted, sitting in corner writing poems while trying to solve this labyrinth I am in, I am afraid. But I am trying!
I have been growing wings since my early teenage years; now they seem to be glued. I was flying in my alate dreams alongside the clouds and now I am a flightless bird out of a sudden. Oh but I still have my feet, I should run. I am genuinely trying!
And oh! I wasn't scared of falling, I wasn't scared of the wounds and injuries but now one more fall, and I feel like I won't be able to get up, one more wound, and I won't stop bleeding and crying. But I am still trying!
These feet I have been relying upon feel like cemented while others' feet evidently are walking away, walking forward. I was running spiritedly and now I am slow paced in this rushing world.It is hard. But I am trying! I promise. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~