The writer Knows not Where the story endsBut ultimately draws one.-some endings are eternal; some endings are carved out of our ongoing journey. Some endings, writers do not have a final say. -theuglyink
#dad@writersnetwork & @miraquill Thank you!
We stood by the large Library window Motionless While I clasped a tiny novel Consisting of words Heavy enough To crash this window Between us twoYou were lightly clothed In that vile rain Then I wondered What had happenedThat I just watched Your brown coatSoak by the fierce droplets And the aliquots of Your tears float Onto the glass masked As rain dropletsI hoped it was the Quiet of the libraryAnd the hardness of Glass that stopped meFrom running outside to Anchor my umbrellaTo at least keep you dryI remember questioning If our argument Was heavier than the Rain that you let It sit on you So quietlyI wish youRemember that dayA sunny dayWhere I cried Along with youAnd shattered that Thick glassWith words From the little novel,Dear dad. -theuglyink
From among shells and sorrow: Matching through the seasWithering with the tidesShells filling and breaking apartSorrow overtaking broken shellsShells leaving with them DNAWe mending the shells Becoming voyagers;Woken siblingsIn the sea-broken shells. -theuglyink
A Lucid Day
Somewhere on Highlands Boulevard
We brewed a subtle conversation
Of how good or bad people are. You always remember
Some of my bad poems and
Urge me to write many more. Then I’d laugh it off
Somewhere between thinking of
Yet another bad one,
At least that is what I thought of my squeezed letters
On myriad fragmented lines.
I said people were inherently good,
You said otherwise.
I thought being in the neuroscience stream
allowed you think such
And maybe your point mirrors our present world.
Still, I thought people’s environment moulded them
And, are to some extent, forced to become bad.
I thought good was the original version of people,
That it was where they felt their best self and felt more human.
And we carried this conversation
Along with your dark green shopping bag,
While we crossed streets, swiped our bank cards, stood patiently by the bus
We slowly became adults exchanging our inner thoughts
We are nineteen on the edge of becoming real ourselves
And that may be just why you thought this day was more lucid
As the skies were surreal
Like our conversation on Highland Boulevard.
There will always be Better sunsets And rain in Our Lives.But atimes you'll wish sunsets have certain hues and hit certain Strings in your heart. Maybe one for excruciating sadness On days you feel awful or even one to feel soullessSo you can long for what you think you can't Feel all because you believe you need More and more feels right.-theuglyink
For a friend.#gogyohka
The sizzling Method of theSun looms herSight in rednessAnd fatigue—mercilessly. -theuglyink
#journal@writersnetwork thank you!
You see that woman Sitting with her cupOf coffee dressed in Paper bag brown andPerusing a section in aNewspaper leafletShe is neither oldNor young, she enjoysCompany of politicsAs she gulps bitter truthShe sometimes turns To the barista to requestA sachet of sugar and a pintOf milk, but they all mask The reality outside the cafeShe now saves the glances And forcefully drinks To her surprise the lastGulp of coffee has herLooking down at the floorOf the cup and coffee stainsNow she only knows thatThey are all witnesses To this bitter truth.-theuglyink
As long as you keep Tugging at imaginations And more You keep your ink alive -theuglyink
She was caged
Unaware of our dispositions
And masked by viscous ashNowhere to be found
Leaving mourning yellow stains
Creating golden showers here and there
And the day fell silent
Of the azure above
No different from darkness
And masked with gold
I could feel a weeping phenomenon
Behind my transparent curtains
I could only pray for
Our grounds to revitalize—
Seedlings and oxygen fiddling
With our atmosphere--So, soon, the distressed skiesWill ride with the sun, Stars and moon.Complete.
#tell@writersnetwork thank you!
Tell me why I always have to Look so intensely At the sunAnd then towards you To unearth your cold words. -theuglyink
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FAIRY Freely flies the fairy Found with flowers often Faith guides all of her days Frail and tiny in formFun-loving and carefree Far, her dreams may take herFear not, she'll come again. ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 3/2/2022
All Rights Reserved2 March 2022 5.35 pm#pleiadespoemEC after 2 months! Thank you so much ♡ @writersnetwork
Canopy capsules of hope Calling out to heavenly abodeConceptualizing viridescent immortalityCrestfallen wreath worn on its heartCounterintuitive to Gogh's gloomConiferous embellishment of peaceCockaigne landmark of visionary dreams©ak_anjali_daydreamzz
Landing in the battle zoneLife chewed on bland threats Limiting the spark of ash-olive tanksLast body tossed in the simmering bloodLake, ending things that never beganLimping corpses crawled on the land, nowListen to the cries of battle field.©sumayah_amsWed 02/03/2022
A sky that's as smooth as expensive silkdrapes every thought that my mind births today, Today, the sky is the only language I speak,it is the only entity I'll listen to and the only being my poems will sing about.©artemiswrites
When we hear "just breathe"In times of stressWe always struggleGasping Unable to breathe inExhale firstYou've been holding your breatheMake room forThe new©fearsotherside
ImagesAre all thats leftWhere infertile groundsBear the remembranceOf manAoK©alisdaire_ocaoimph
#stardust(may be) #wod #darling_ecthank u so much @writersnetwork for the♡Thank u so much @miraquill for the EC!♡(43)
When her cheeks were Rusted by the salty tears He bought the blush made Up of stardust.And i bestowed theCandescent Poetries now its each candidverse is running aboveThe skin and underneath The veins of milkyway And canty celestials are Swirling on her scars.©unspokenpen1927
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at nights, heavy eyes brust into sobs knowing that starry skies have no eyes to witness the tears—ZeeshanFazil
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For whatever good you do,Your reward is with Allah.And for whatever bad you do,Your punishment is with Allah.-F.Y.I
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In The End
And in the end we all belong to none, somewherebetween themoon and moonstones somewherebetween thestars and stardustour bodies restand souls live -wds