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  • travellers_nirvana 2w

    #wod #love
    @miraquill @writersnetwork


    There are lovelorn lovers.
    And then there are soldiers. The bravehearts, pining for the mere sight of the love of their lives. These verses describe the pain of a soldier sitting in the remote area, gazing lovingly at the photo of his sweetheart. The faded passport sized picture brings vivid memories, and those yearnings….


    The tranquility of the fathomless ocean as the sun rises
    Blances desultorily meeting her cavernously ataraxic eyes
    The scintillating sunshine in her engaging smile
    Expunges the blues on the doleful misty skies
    Her satiny skin redolent of jasmine infused valley breeze
    Reminds me of exhilarating touch, making my nerves freeze
    Oh ! How my melancholic soul pines to wander in her serpentine silky locks
    The whistling woods suffused with my serenades, too sense those suppressed sparks
    Ah ! These oft betiding pangs of love
    Keep fluttering the cockles of my heart like a turtle dove
    Her photo in my wallet oft drenched with my insuperable pain
    Refuse to rip into pieces, till my love, we meet again.

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    The tranquility of the fathomless ocean as the sun rises
    Blances desultorily meeting her cavernously ataraxic eyes
    Oh ! How my melancholic soul pines to wander in those serpentine silky locks
    Reminiscences of her velvety touch urging my doleful mind to run amock
    Ah ! These oft betiding pangs of love
    Keep fluttering the cockles of my heart like a turtle dove

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 2w

    #wod #grandma #miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen @unspokenpen1927

    A flashing flashback - Going through the dusty recipe booklets and tips, stuck within the cobwebs of those distant memories of granny, I now remember how desparately she tried to bring out the ever elusive MasterChef within me. Besides, trying to bring out the best in me, patiently. Nope, all her secrets weren't shared with any, except yours truly. Eons after granny is gone, I realise that I have found my way.
    Well, almost.

    Grandma's cooking classes - The poem

    Girl, this way you will never get the nuances right
    Patience is a virtue that life demands, my child
    Be in the moment
    Leave aside the adrenaline rush of the needles of the clock
    That's their act to perform
    Tick-tock, tick-tock

    Cooking is meditative, you see
    Culminating in aromatic gastronomical glee
    Amidst the rich profusion of raw ingredients getting readied to face the fire,
    While the aromatic fusion of multitudinous herbs ooze out flavours in the pot
    You darling, just connect with the surroundings

    Let the delish chemicals undergo a combustive bonding
    Then add a liberal dash of passion for life
    Sprinkle the table with humorous anecdotes despite internal strife
    Warm up the supper time with boundless love
    That's how you create magical recipes adorning fairy gloves

    As I still struggle to comprehend the finer nuances
    I have put on the mask of wholesomeness
    Trying to hide my vulnerabilities behind the effervescent mask that I found in the top rack of her cupboard
    Maybe, one day I will fit into her role with ease
    As of now I'm letting patience guide my way through the conundrum of my ecosystem
    The mask has fit in perfectly
    It reads one-size-fits-all across generations

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    Cooking is meditative, you see
    Culminating in aromatic gastronomical glee
    You darling, just connect with the surroundings
    Let the delish chemicals undergo a combustive bonding
    Then add a liberal dash of passion for life
    Sprinkle the table with humorous anecdotes despite internal strife
    Warm up the supper time with boundless love
    That's how you create magical recipes adorning fairy gloves

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 3w

    #wod #katuata
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Latin - beatitudo immensa => Boundless bliss

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    Betwixt the vacillating emotional tempest
    Lie surreal spasmodic instances of beatitudo immensa
    Ah ! Strange is the voyage of love

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 3w

    #wod #colour #colours
    @miraquill @writersnetwork

    Tippy, Tippy
    Tap, tap
    What colour do you want ?

    I want the colours of life, enveloped in pristine white.

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    Dispelling the darkness, heralding the dawn
    Midnight blues kissing goodbye to early morn
    There arise a constant stream of pristine white
    Replenishing the landscaped vista with invigorating light
    The exhilarated terra thence embosom a prism to life
    Sundering the radiant waves into myriad hues
    Gaily singing away it's midnight blues
    Oh yes ! It's the treasured ethereal white
    Enveloping the iridescent spectral light

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 3w

    A chasm augments deep within
    As choppy waves of beleaguered reminiscences
    Usher a kaleidoscope of bittersweet emotions
    Quietly transforming each nostalgic voyage
    Into a melancholic one

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 4w

    You once told me as we conversed
    Confined within my effervescent form, laid your boundless universe
    I oft wonder at those wondrous revelations in the distant past
    As your yearnings withered away whilst those compelling words lasted
    Does it signify that your cosmos had ended ?
    Or were those lies cloaking your swerving emotions, whilst you exquisitely pretended ?

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 4w

    #wod #haiku #poetry #poem
    @miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    Thanks a lot fellow writers for your support, likes, comments and reposts.
    Hoping to grow with this wonderful community

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    Night after night we spectate
    Our holistically transient sangfroid forms
    The pearlescent moon and I


    Loving you is akin to running in loops
    Orbiting around with distance abound
    Pegged to you as if you are my sole hope

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 4w

    Thanks a lot fellow writers for your support and lovely words of appreciation. Hoping to sharpen my quill and grow here

    #wod #growth #poetry #poem
    @miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @kosachaya

    Distinctive trajectories

    Growth is inevitable
    It's the distinct trajectory that define each individual
    The majestic ones
    The wild ones
    The significant or significantly insignificant ones

    Perched higher up and all along the daunting cliffs
    Defying the treacherous slopes bedded with archaic rocks
    The lush coniferous flora languorously duvets the wild diaspora
    Majestic heights
    Devoid of fright
    The callous winds too pay obeisance to the magical sight
    The longevous pines,
    Towering birches,
    Flashy rhododendrons and enigmatic firs
    Tacitly foster the fauna as a magnanimous matriarch
    The fortified ecosystem thrives illustriously therein

    The callous gale subdued, whooshes downhill
    Down towards the outskirts of metropolis
    Where lining up the dying river
    Stand unabashedly the tenacious survivors
    Nothing grows there except the fiesty wild flowers
    Always snubbed as inutile weeds
    These wild ones brave the torrential showers,
    Domineering wild winds,
    Ugly beings,
    Who trample upon the indigent weed
    Either for fun or feed
    Yet the wildflower refuses to thrive subserviently
    Eventually flying far away to maiden pastures
    Thus proliferating gloriously therein

    You see, growth is ubiquitously democratic
    Thriving at the tip of a consequential iceberg
    And at the tip of an unpretentious blade of grass

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    Growth is inevitable
    It's the distinctive trajectory that defines each individual
    The majestic ones
    The wild ones
    The significant or the significantly insignificant ones
    You see, growth is ubiquitously democratic
    At the tip of a consequential iceberg
    Or at the tip of an unpretentious blade of grass


    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 4w

    Solitude seeps stealthily into the melancholic souls like saké gushing through senile veins, enkindling the sinking spirits

    ©travellers_nirvana

  • travellers_nirvana 6w

    Thanks a lot fellow writers for your support and appreciation

    @miraquill @writersnetwork @fromwitchpen
    Tried my bit today
    #start #wod #poem #poetry

    1. When the leaves turn brown

    Narrating the stories from the memory lane further down
    The obscure one has witnessed it all
    The monsoon romance of the flora
    Amidst the ballad of distant aurora
    It soaked the balmy radiant amber hues
    And outlived the frosty winter blues
    It's exposed veins
    Devoid of vital remains
    Yet the spry aging one braves the zephyr
    Waving vivaciously like a benign observer
    Eventually it shuffles off this mortal coil
    Embracing all those bygones amidst the topsoil
    And that's the end of a leaf's story
    In all its vibrantly hued glory
    Or is it really over ?
    Nah ! Whispers a three leaved clover

    2. When the music dies

    The sporano's flushed face and tired cords
    Looking around for deafening applause
    The orchestra has ended it's act
    Audience soaking in the magical musical effects
    The aficionados musingly disperse away
    Somnolent artists leisurely stroll on their way
    Its woefully dark inside the gigantic opera house
    The startlingly silent hall sighs
    And then the music commences outside
    The ballad of the jilted moths' crazy flights
    Around the decrepit street light
    The nocturnal symphony of cicadas, katydids and crickets begins
    The opera house enlivens and echoes again
    You see, the music never dies
    Just mute those relentless cacophonic thoughts
    And lend your senses to the nature's lullabies

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    When the music dies
    The startlingly silent hall sighs
    And then the music commences outside
    The ballad of the jilted moths' crazy flights
    Around the decrepit street light
    The nocturnal symphony of cicadas and crickets begins
    The opera house enlivens and echoes again
    You see, the music never dies
    Just mute those relentless cacophonic thoughts
    And lend your senses to the nature's lullabies

    ©travellers_nirvana