Miraquill
Beautiful people don't hate
They let go with a smile
Like the dying autumn leaves.
©ummerveeri
ummerveeri
I'm nothing but fiction.. Lost in woods. #Kashmiri Feel free to tag#ummerveeri
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Amidst, all the thundering chaos
Once fruitful divine love of you beloved
left my Heart completely hollow.
©ummerveeri -
ummerveeri
17w
I lament on my existence
Even my shadows don't accompany me now
©ummerveeri -
She is picture of beauty
I was born to love her...
©ummerveeri -
Spring coming
Blowing winds
Rains lashing with thunderstorms
Advent of spring they say with buds blooming
A fragile heart lost in love becoming more vulnerable to pain they never said!!
©ummerveeri -
Water me with all your love
Make my spring bloom.
©ummerveeri -
Toti hai meri Neend Magar tum ko iss se kya
Bajty rahein hawaoon se dar tum ko iss se kya
Tum moj moj Misl-e-Saba Ghoomty raho
Kat jaen meri soch k par, tum ko iss se kya
Auron ka hath thamon, unhien rasta dikhao
Mein bhul jaoon apna hi ghar, tum ko iss se kya
Lay jaein Mujhay Mal-e-Ganeemat k sath adouu
Tum nay to daal di hai sapar, tum ko iss se kya
Tum nay to thak k dasht mein khaimay laga liyee
Tanha kattay kisi ka safar,tum ko Iss se kya..!!!
©Parveenshakir -
And the question remains?
will i ever forgive myself
for the pain i inflicted on myself
©ummerveeri -
The fear echoes in the air
Like the end of times
Darling it's time to say goodbye
©ummerveeri -
Love yourself
Let self respect prevail in all transcend
Don't make voids of tormented heart your weakness rather make them glitter like stars in realms of open sky.
©ummerveeri
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khan_tanzeela
15w
Reminiscence
The Reminiscence of 90's
Swollen eyes and broken knees.
Those mourning Mothers and helpless Fathers,
Watching the dead Son and molested Daughters.
The Hari Parbat and the marvellous Chinar.
knows from where came the conquistador
Who looted us all of our happiness and peace
Who was tyrant and never ready to appease.
Now in 2K's the circumstances are same,
Calendar changed but not their game.
Mothers are still mourning and Fathers are dumb
Watching corpses with teary eyes and bodies numb.
Gardens are desolate having not a single bud,
The story of Kashmir is full of mirth and blood.
God knows how longer they will rend,
God knows when this tyranny will end.
©khan_tanzeela -
unsaid
15w
Read More#mirakee #pod #readwriteunite @writersnetwork #wod #lost #loss #unsaid #Kashmir @writersbay #sya #path #road #dear #numb
In Urdu :
Yu'n jab fir in khasta raston par chalna hua,
Dile _behas ka, fir hawao'n ki khatir rukna hua.
Kinare yahan ta'eed de rahe hain khud ko ,
Ek khoye hue razdaa:n aaj fir guzarna hua.
©unsaid
#Unsaid :
(Let's have a walk on our beloved road... & listen , what friendship means...)
To a lost one... What is best gift i can send .. ?To a Lost one.
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Still when i walk on thy curly paths,
Where my heart numbs.
Where a blowing wind is enough...
to give me a little pause.
Where the two ends of road , on my left & right,
brief each other & comfort my loss.
There, my dear,
my eyes still rove to catch your shadows.
©unsaid -
love_whispererr
15w
Read More#abandoned #wod
Ps-Salvator Mundi(Latin for Saviour of the World) is a painting by Leonardo da Vinci subject in iconography depicting Christ with his right hand raised in blessing and his left hand holding an orb and represents heaven.
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��Salvator Mundi
When I forgot my favourite kerchief
in an abandoned room near
da Vinci's Salvator Mundi
That night I cried a lot
with some vagrant raindrops
with many visored faces
I cried a lot
those crickets were crying with their chirrups
and those thunderclaps were silent
pathfinders were disguised
And some vagabond presumptions were leading
and a warrior inside me was dying,
near that dimmed facade.
After a while, I found myself
inside the oak forest of North America,
and I lost my metaphors
in that tenebrous night ;
I looked here and there
up and down
and the kerchief was dangling from a brown acorn.
With the breezes blowing from west,
those nuts were grinning
with full of refreshing hopes
with full of thirst-quenching courages
with full of bracing determinations
while crumpling miseries
crumpling agonies
crumpling collapses
I woke up inside a heaven to bloom again.
B I D Y A -
gelukzoeker
15w
Read MoreThat's how it started.
I sat in the corner and i cried.
I cried for the girl
~who gave up on trying~
for she was always healing others
while
~no one even tried to be there for her~
I cried for the girl,
~who never wanted to grow up this early.
the girl~
~who always disappointed people~
no matter how hard she tried.
The girl they made feel,
~that being her,
wasn't good enough~
and will never be.
She gave up on trying
without giving up on any one she loved,
~she gave up on herself~
Every time she tried to fix something,
~she made it worse~
They never apologized for hurting
but she
~apologized for being hurt about it~
Every time you think someone loves you,
they prove you wrong,
that they just needed you for awhile,
It's like they are travelling and
they decide to take a break.
That break is you.
//I'm drowing but I've learnt the art of holding my breath//
They say time heals,
but the truth is, you get used to it,
you get used to the scars people gave you,
you get used to being alone until one day it comes back and then next moment you don't know where you are but just like it came,
It goes away,
//Just like the nightmare you thought you'd never survive, you survive this too//
~ gelukzoeker
I don't know what this is,
Can be ignored.
Take care❤️
#redpurpleAnd she felt that,
Being her will never be good enough.
~and while drowning,
She learnt the art of holding her breath~
©gelukzoeker -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
15w
Read More@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
#ink #wod #pod #suddenlyasonnet #ak_sonnets
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8 June 2021 5.51 pm
SONNET XIII - ABAB CDCD EFEF GG
Kaleidoscope of Ink ~
Dipped my quill in azure waves basking blues
Lexicons beguile sensibilities
Creamy parchments await to be etched hues
Marinate in melancholy daisies
Sombre sunsets lend saffron, bleeding love
Novice metamorphose to veteran
Voracious scribbles deep from mind unrove
Charcoal black burns onto timeline transenne
Dyed ink bleeds images in heart edges
Raven riddles, rusted rhymes, blue ballads
saffron sonnets, periwinkle pledges
Ambiguous abstracts, allure acids
Hues though vivid, ink is integrity
Papyrus heart pearls verses verity
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Indigo splotches absorbed by parchments
Neither faded, nor erased, remain immortal
Kaleidoscope of ink, touchstones of time
Tints and shades of beguiling blues
Adorned the papyrus of welkin
Tales live through ink for time infinite
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz.
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my_cup_of_poetry
15w
Read More#leftc
@say_me_krish @inara__ thanks for helping me stay consistent :")The day you left,
I puked few poems
and tucked your
love letters with
white lilies inside
my September journal.
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I discarded the
possibility of you
and me devouring
leftover songs
and lavenders
under a moonlit sky.
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The day you left,
I killed you a little
and died a lot.
©my_cup_of_poetry -
fromwitchpen 15w
Read MoreHer quill bleeds balladries
Her smile speaks similes
She adorns mesmerizing metaphors
She cherishes saccharine sonnets
Her orbs an opalescent sky
glistering with wisdom and purity
A girl who swig metaphors
and crochet them into poetries
She knows how to gift smiles
in the realm of similes
She is an altruistic canvas
Her quill weave pulchritude rhymes
Her love for skies can be seen
in the reflection of her musings.
@shaiz_fs
I wanted to cwtch blue hearts
But you inked my sighs with
love and warmth
You plucked the slice of
broken stars and clamped
my open hair
Not to cage my sobs
But to make me know
I don't need open hair
to tell myself that
I'm free and I can flee
You gave me wings
And bedecked my life
with scoops of sunshine
You always were there
when darkness consumed
my soul , when my past
knocked on my door
You were the first person
who was there for me
You giggled on my childish
behavior and pinched
my cheeks to make
me smile when I cried .
@/sanam_khan
We love and adore you @syaahiii ♥️
Happy birthday to you ❤️'And Moon blushes,
when she smiles'
@shaiz_fs
'skies chant her
name when it rains'
@sanam -
heartsease
16w
Read MoreIf my heart would've been
Da Vinci's sketch or a painting
sculpted by Van Gogh,
sunsets would've visited it more fervently,
along with double edged rainbows
to add colour to my heart's vintage sky,
and let the stars absorb blue ink till they glow.
"I would have stopped the break of dawn"
and let the shades of sun float.
If my heart would've been a sonnet
written by Shakespeare,
syllables would've traveled in the
compartment of each line,
so that an unheard poem beats
inside the voids of my chest
till my dwelling heart is read
by every teenager whenever
those beats together rhymed.
If my heart would be the city of oranges
then summer on its bare foot would've
roamed with hungry heart and
unquenched throat till it sucks
all the citrus and greenery,
but migrating monsoon would've
visited the barren lands of my heart too
till Ambazari lake overflowed with certainties.
If my heart would've been Taj Mahal
then the mortal souls of Shah Jahan and
Mumtaz with their immortal love
would've explored each marbled chamber
till all my heart could pump is love,
till each vague tale could inhale and exhale, is love.
And if my heart would be a somnolent lake,
I would've dropped a tint of blue ink
till each wave rage sapphire,
I would've dropped a stroke of yellow ink
to bloom daffodils layer by layer,
and a pinch of black ink to outline
hills and valleys,
till my heart turns into a canvas of life.
~Purva
#smk_avaap_ch (Prompt 5)
#ink
@inara__ I'm trying to write
@say_me_krish thanks for this lovely challenge :)
@the_speccy_outsider city of oranges xd
Line in " this is taken from 'if it's not forever it's not love' by Durjoy Datta and Nikita Singh
@writersnetwork thank you so much ❤️.
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nehalgupta
16w
INK
I love the variations of ink,
Weaving words in different colors,
If black adorns the night tales,
The blue squeeze out the magic of skies.
If red reveals the hidden love,
Pages in green soothe the withering minds.
©nehalgupta -
diva_scribbles
16w
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