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  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 25w

    It's been years since I don't believe upon fallen stars.

    My maa once said "Fallen stars will grant your wishes, today stay awake and wish for anything you want." I did stay awake in the freezing coldness at 1 am being a 7 year old.

    Suddenly a streak of light flashed in the sky quickly. I immediate whispered to me heart, "I saw patched dress people on streets yesterday, please turn them into people like us."

    Next day, maa asked me whether I wished for something. I nodded my head.


    Today, after years realizing poverty would never fade away. My mind only with cloud of chaos lies in the couch, looking out of the world in the window. The dark sky had tiny twinkling stars. Just like that day, today again a streak of light flashed the sky. I didn't want to wish upon those "fallen stars", not because they didn't fulfill my wish, but because they are already "fallen".

    ©Poojaa

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #prosepoem #fallenstars #poverty

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    • Of Fallen stars and Poverty •

    (Prose Poem in caption)


    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 25w

    Dear scars,
    I know you. You have been a part of me, since years. I have always wanted to hide you. I have been believing that you are a symbol of ugliness, but I regret for all the stuffs that I had did to make you fly away from my skin. I applied turmeric over you, squeezed lemon juice, use foundation to hide you. I know I have made you feel hard, harder, hardest. I tried to conceal you in the most possible ways. I regret for all the attempts I did.
    Little did I know, each of you present all over me is the reason for my smile. I didn't know all these days I had been battling over life and just then you were born, lying in my skin. I didn't know that you were the result of the meaningful battle. I didn't know that you are the identity of my life. I didn't know that applying remedies over you may erase you forever from me, but can't create a purpose for my life.
    Each of you I hold today, maybe visible everywhere, to everyone. People may call it ugly, I swear, I'll not conceal you anymore hereafter, yes I will not. I know you. I'll flaunt you, because you are a part of me. A part that makes people call me Wildflower. Even if they don't, I do.

    Yours,
    A Proud Wildflower embracing Scars.

    ...
    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #letter #scars

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    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 26w

    We tend to hide some emotions just because we're afraid of being judged. But, Remember you are always perfect the way you were in the beginning ��

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #poetry #paperplane #emotions #ceesreposts

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    Our emotions are like paperplanes,
    We fold few papers and crease it like
    those dark emotions we tend to hide
    and make it fly to the sky,
    bidding a goodbye to it.

    But, don't those emotions you chose to conceal,
    show the best version of you?

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 26w

    A poem on selflove.

    PS: the 4th stanza says that season may change, but loving yourself will never change!

    #wod #reflection #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersbay #poetry #haiku #ceesreposts @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    Self Love : A set of haikus.

    I see her smiling
    through the mirror, Honeying
    all the scars & battles.

    Flaunting her obese
    legs and chubby face, She learnt
    not to mask them up.

    Her conscience knew, She
    had her best version breathing
    & diets aren't needed.

    The skies turn grey, Earth
    smell reaches nose, the sun shines
    And the rainbow forms.

    She respects herself.
    She finds right time to forget
    the wars she faced, now.

    & She gave her, all her
    "own love", she deserved because
    self obsession is best.

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 26w

    ...

    On somedays I feel like I am in a battle called life,
    On somedays I feel like I am a battle of life,
    Aren't we all a battle of life that none can defeat?

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 27w

    • Red Pride •

    When all colours can be flaunted,
    Why can't I flaunt my red stain with pride?
    Just because, "they" consider it as a taboo,
    Why should I need to hide it?
    There's nothing to hide.
    People make us ashame of our red stains
    It's our identity, our purity.
    People may call it an epitome of impurity or taboo
    But remember they exist today,
    because their mother had bled.
    Tolerating all the pain, which they cannot.
    When murderers with red stained knife
    can enter temple without guilt,
    Why should we feel guilty?
    Don't think red stains are impure.
    Embrace your stain because it matters.

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 27w

    Idk what's this.

    #unfoldc #writersbay

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    Dark skies hide
    half baked dreams
    and my shattered tears ;
    it awaits me to unfold
    the tears and bake
    the rest.

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 27w

    ...

    Death smells like a
    end of spring,
    amidst chaos of each day
    lived as a poetry in;
    Life.

    Life smells like a
    birth of spring,
    yet fearing each day
    of reaching our destination;
    Death.

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 28w

    ...

    the grieves that
    I have lost in my ink,
    Penning down the
    most unusual poetries.

    Aren't we all poets who
    tends to create fake grieves
    just to spread positivity in
    reader's mind?

    ©Poojaa

  • theturquoisemetaphor_ 28w

    Death and life ~

    Afterall life is a series
    of battles awaiting us
    to bleed in. We only once
    end up reaching our
    destination; Death.
    After creating a
    meaningful battle; Life.