Miraquill
The writer
Knows not
Where the story ends
But 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.
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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 two
You were lightly clothed
In that vile rain
Then I wondered
What had happened
That I just watched
Your brown coat
Soak by the fierce droplets
And the aliquots of
Your tears float
Onto the glass masked
As rain droplets
I hoped it was the
Quiet of the library
And the hardness of
Glass that stopped me
From running outside to
Anchor my umbrella
To at least keep you dry
I remember questioning
If our argument
Was heavier than the
Rain that you let
It sit on you
So quietly
I wish you
Remember that day
A sunny day
Where I cried
Along with you
And shattered that
Thick glass
With words
From the little novel,
Dear dad.
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Woken siblings
From among shells and sorrow:
Matching through the seas
Withering with the tides
Shells filling and breaking apart
Sorrow overtaking broken shells
Shells leaving with them DNA
We mending the shells
Becoming voyagers;
Woken siblings
In the sea-broken shells.
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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.
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43w
Schadenfreude
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 soulless
So you can long for what you think you can't
Feel all because you believe you need
More and more feels right.
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The sizzling
Method of the
Sun looms her
Sight in redness
And fatigue—mercilessly.
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You see that woman
Sitting with her cup
Of coffee dressed in
Paper bag brown and
Perusing a section in a
Newspaper leaflet
She is neither old
Nor young, she enjoys
Company of politics
As she gulps bitter truth
She sometimes turns
To the barista to request
A sachet of sugar and a pint
Of milk, but they all mask
The reality outside the cafe
She now saves the glances
And forcefully drinks
To her surprise the last
Gulp of coffee has her
Looking down at the floor
Of the cup and coffee stains
Now she only knows that
They are all witnesses
To this bitter truth.
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As long as you keep
Tugging at imaginations
And more
You keep your ink alive
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45w
The Wildfires
She was caged
Unaware of our dispositions
And masked by viscous ash
Nowhere to be found
She vanished
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 skies
Will ride with the sun,
Stars and moon.
Complete.
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Tell me why
I always have to
Look so intensely
At the sun
And then towards you
To unearth your cold words.
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FAIRY
Freely flies the fairy
Found with flowers often
Faith guides all of her days
Frail and tiny in form
Fun-loving and carefree
Far, her dreams may take her
Fear not, she'll come again.
©lovenotes_from_carolyn 3/2/2022 -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
16w
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2 March 2022 5.35 pm
#pleiadespoem
EC after 2 months! Thank you so much ♡ @writersnetworkCypress
Canopy capsules of hope
Calling out to heavenly abode
Conceptualizing viridescent immortality
Crestfallen wreath worn on its heart
Counterintuitive to Gogh's gloom
Coniferous embellishment of peace
Cockaigne landmark of visionary dreams
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Lesson
Landing in the battle zone
Life chewed on bland threats
Limiting the spark of ash-olive tanks
Last body tossed in the simmering blood
Lake, ending things that never began
Limping corpses crawled on the land, now
Listen to the cries of battle field.
©sumayah_ams
Wed 02/03/2022 -
artemiswrites
16w
A sky that's as smooth as expensive silk
drapes 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 -
fearsotherside
16w
When we hear
"just breathe"
In times of stress
We always struggle
Gasping
Unable to breathe in
Exhale first
You've been holding your breathe
Make room for
The new
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Images
Images
Are all thats left
Where infertile grounds
Bear the remembrance
Of man
AoK
©alisdaire_ocaoimph -
unspokenpen1927
16w
Read More#stardust(may be) #wod #darling_ec
thank u so much @writersnetwork for the♡
Thank u so much @miraquill for the EC!♡(43)Stardust
When her cheeks were
Rusted by the salty
tears He bought the
blush made Up of
stardust.
And i bestowed the
Candescent Poetries
now its each candid
verse is running above
The skin and underneath
The veins of milkyway
And canty celestials are
Swirling on her scars.
©unspokenpen1927 -
at nights, heavy eyes brust into sobs knowing that starry skies have no eyes to witness the tears
—ZeeshanFazil -
For whatever good you do,
Your reward is with Allah.
And for whatever bad you do,
Your punishment is with Allah.
-F.Y.I -
In The End
And in the
end we all
belong to none,
somewhere
between the
moon and
moonstones
somewhere
between the
stars and
stardust
our bodies rest
and souls live
-wds
