Rare words: Sigh: A deep breath of exhalation, usually from regret or comfort. Pulses: The throbbing of the arteries because of the pumping of heart. Beats: Rhythm of a music (here heartbeats). Hails: tiny pieces of frozen rain. Gloom: Absolute darkness. Xyst: A garden walk covered from above with planted trees. Cestrums: A flower with pleasant which blooms at night time (darkness). Free spirited: Independent soul or person Earnest: Very sincere. Enchanted: Bounded into a pleasant spell. Sonder: The realisation that every passerby has a life as complex and vivid as our own. Collide: Hit Dispensable: Unessential, not necessary. Analyzations: Examining and thinking throughly. Rippling: Moving waves of water because of disturbances. Breezing: The movement of breeze Aesthete: A person is appreciative of and and sensetive to art and nature. Dwells: Resides, lives. . Simplified explanation: 'Sigh' talks about a moment that we all have been through; those few minutes of deep thinking about the past, the memories and the present, the future and the very idea that everybody around us has a life as complex and intricate as our own. And it makes us realise, that we have a whole universe inside us, not of matter of course, but something that's even harder to explain: emotions, thoughts and memories. The pulses that we feel on our wrists are in the present, but the kind of rhythm and beat they are producing are of October. Thus the very first line gives us a hint that we are living in today, but our consciousness is thinking of the memories in the past. And all this time, we have been riding or living through all kinds of hails and blossoms, or to be precise, the bads and goods, nights and days. And rather than differentiating such times into the good and bad ones, it would be correct to say that while we were in the complete darkness of xysts, which is literally a garden walk covered with trees from the sides and above like a tunnel, the cestrums, which are white tiny flowers that only bloom at night with pleasant fragrance, also added silver to the dark. All along such paths, even if our decisions were independent and free spirited, still the only thing that we all have absolutely been dependent upon or rather sincere towards was the very concept of 'time'. Sometimes we are bewitched and spell bounded in a moment, that absorbs us into an idea of sonder, which means the very realisation that even a stranger or a passerby has a life just as complex and vivid as our own. Following such emotions, we are also hit by a storm of memories that are very real and vivid and doesn't needs even a moment to confirm even the slightest details. Such moments truly makes us aware of a piece of what's inside us and strikes us to wonder on. Following the recall of so many memories, comes the time when we start analysing them, which starts rippling like the water boiling on a stove. We start feeling like every bit of our soul has become sensetive to every strand of fact; even if the wind is blowing, which is something very common, it will be intensely felt by our aesthete cells, where aesthete is basically a person very sensitive and apprehensive of art and nature. Thus, to conclude all such undefined phenomenon, all we can say is that there is so much that quietly lives inside us, which is inhaled like little tiny wisps of air, unexplored till its core, and just as silently exhaled. . #pod#mirakeeapp#mirakee#writersnetwork . Thank you so much for reading ❤️
Rue: Regret Row: Moving a boat Floundering: Struggling in water Current: The flow/direction of a river Sinking: Going deeper into a surface (here, drowning) Unuttered: Never uttered/said Kalopsia: The delusion of things being more beautiful than they truly are Burying: Hiding underground Conscience: A person's moral sense of right or wrong Owe: An obligation to pay back or be responsible Striving: Making great efforts to achieve something.
Simplified explanation: 'Worth' is a poem that explains how important it is to accept the present and know the difference of when we should keep holding on and when we should let go. It starts off with talking about the moment, when a person is yet holding and living another day full of regrets. He thinks that in life, which has been compared to a river, his actions or his paddles were too smart or independent enough to swim to wherever and at whatever speed he wanted, but which is clearly false and not possible. Because if we don't accept the flow of life and try to go in ways we personally want to, then all we will actually be doing is struggling in its waters uselessly which shall make it even harder for us to continue and move on in its flow again. Going deeper into believing that things were much more beautiful in the past is an act of foolishness because we are sometimes blinded to look at things and assume them to be more beautiful than they actually are. And we would know that for sure because thinking about such things would make our heart beat sadder and slow. The heart knows what our mind doesn't, and it understands that our true happiness doesn't lies in what we thought it does in. Perhaps some things and some decisions simply weren't meant for you. And if that's so, then still it is absolutely alright; it's not like you are the only one responsible for it or there's any fault in such decisions. All that you need to know is that some moments, some decisions and some people are worth running after and working hard for while for some, we should simply accept that they aren't meant to be a part of your life. Because while striving for your goals is important, letting go of things that are not meant for you is just as crucial. . @writersnetwork@mirakeeworld@mirakee#pod@clifton2@meghasharma@whisp3rs@laughing_soul@geraldine_mary@readwriteunite@ayushsangwan#childhood#tangy#antique
Rare words: Chuckling: Laughing quietly Aloft: up in the air Bashful: shy Doff: remove Trace: discover, find Boundless: immense, unlimited
Simplified explanation: 'Boundless' talks about a small moment that makes us realise one of the many ways in which nature communicates with us in its magical ways. In a scenery, where the clouds are voicelessly chuckling and floating in the blue sky which is filled with pinkish shades, as if it's blushing. If we put away our blindness, which does not refer to the impaired sense of sight, but rather the belief that the elements of nature such the sky and the clouds are nothing but non-living; if we give up on such a belief or such blindness, we will be able to see and feel, how nature can also share a smile with us in ways that are way beyond just a curve of the lips as humans do. We will be able to feel the clouds smiling back to us, and the sky blushing.
Rare words: Cradled: cradle refers to the bed of a baby, here, taking care like a mother. Weathering: breaking down Oblivion: nothingness Lullabies: songs sung during bedtime to put children to sleep. Fragile: weak, can be easily broken Surreptitiously: secretly, sneakingly Slumber: a deep sleep, here, death Rekindling: again lighting up something Solasta: shining Crumble: break down to small pieces Sliver: a small, narrow piece of of something broken from a big part Astarism: a group of stars, constellation Combated: fought Valkyries: mythological female warriors Thou: You Recarnated: again take birth in a different body
Simplified explanation: 'An Incarnation' is a poem dedicated to the all the brave female nurses who are fighting this pandemic in order to save humanity from such calamity.
She took care like a mother of those whose skin was rotting and those who were dying from diseases. And her tender and care is so extremely rare to be found, it does not believe in any differentiation on the basis of religion or race or anything else. Just a selfless care for humanity. She comforted and helped those to rest who were so anxious at heart, and fragile and delicate in condition. While little did she realise at first, that while she sung her patients to sleep, the darkness of such sickness and diseases was preparing her death bed as well for a deep sleep of death. She was brignting up the eyes of those who seeked her help and had almost lost all the hope and shine in their eyes. But while doing so, she was risking her own personal dreams to break down and crumble. And thus, she left us like a shooting star in the sky, breaking out of a beautiful constellation she belonged to. And even at the end of her time, till her last breathes, she kept fighting against the sins and mistakes that our human kind has created. For a warrior like her, even the valkyries should kneel down. Because she indeed was Jesus who recarnated, and gave up her life for all our sins. #pod#mirakeeworld#writersnetwork
Rare words: Streaming: flowing in thin lines Lanes: paths Atlire: workshop of an artist Glistening: sparkling Reflections: (here) thinking and analysing of memories Enchanting: bewitching, spell-bounding Petrichor: fragrance of the soil after rain Refrains: a repeating line in a poem Material: money and possessions
Simplified explanation: "Beyond The Materialism' tries to convey the idea that maybe there are things beyond our possessions and money in hand. And maybe, the gain and loss of these non-materialistic objects cannot be counted, but it values priceless amounts. Droplets of rainwater, sparkling like diamonds, they flow through the corners and paths of my heart. As the workshop of our soul, where it creates and discovers new things is not the brain, it's the heart; where it feels new emotions and discovers where in life we truly belong. And as this rainwater touches our heart to such depths, it reflects, not light as the word 'reflect' makes us think, but it refers to that 'reflect' when we go through deep thinking and analysing of our memories. And as I reflect upon the pains I've felt, I let go a little bit of it as I emerse myself in the spell-bounding fragrance of the soil. And as I reflect upon the merry moments, I find myself a little happier as I listen to these refrains. I am not talking of the refrains in my poem, since I really don't have any. I am talking about the beautiful poem, that nature sings: the rain, and it's pitter-patter sounds that are it's refrains. Hence, as I let go a little bit of the pain, and hold on to a little more of happiness, I realise that less money or more money is not the end of the world. That's not all. There are things like emotional stability and finding satisfaction out of simple moments, that maybe non-materialistic, that cannot be counted, but are truly priceless and even more important.
Rare words: Kindled: set to fire Cradled: a baby's bed, (here) held protectively Russet: a shade of brown colour Suffice: satisfaction
Simplified explanation: When I look into anybody's eyes, all I see is the endless desires and wants, which is born the moment they catch me, and then kept alive for as long as they see me. But I feel something very different, when I look into the deep brown shades of your eyes. They tell me, how satisfied they already are which so ever way I am present. They convey that I don't heed my desires or my wants, all I want is you, however, just you.
Arcane: mysterious, understood by only few Carmine: A shade of red Blotted: stained Cease: come to an end Persist: keep going even in difficulty Surreptitiously: secretly Respire: breath and produce energy Mist: haze; fog Throbbing: fast beating pulses Quiver: shake; vibrate Trepidation: fear or anxiety about something bad that may happen.
Simplification of this poem:
I am addressing the mysterious and unknown; covid-19. And I am insisting upon being told an explanation, just why, does that soul of his, soaked in blood as it took lives of so many, still wants to live on and perform such destruction in the world. I'm asking him, when will his hunger for so many lives finally come to an end. I'm asking him, who and how many are there yet to be ticked off his checklist. And for the humanity that still stay alive holding on to the goodness and hope in life, how long will they keep going on with the same spirits. And I am still addressing this mystery as I say that it breathes to energy and life, everytime a soul loses its way into his trap, like being lost in a heavy foggy haze with no way out. And reflecting about the destruction it has done to my kind, I don't know just how long can my young heart resist shaking and beating and trembling in fear, anxiety and above all, insecurity.
Thank you for reading~ I hope we all fight in our parts to the best in this pandemic.