Mirakee
Oh yes! I met them
On that starry night
Through your glittery eyes
I saw her holding tight
Sealed in the moment
Just standing beside her man
Glaring straight into the flashlight
She etched to touch
The skin of her future partner
But she resisted and looked front
Straight into my eyes, as if to vouch
I am glad you are my future
Just to pinch her more
In the moment of jealousy
I put my head on your shoulder
And could see her eyes closed in ecstasy
The moment you snaked your arm
Around my waist
I saw the man smiling
All nervous yet content
©vague_soul
vague_soul
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vague_soul
43w
I want to be in your side,
everytime you creak or freak
Scream or shout
Smile or laugh aloud
I want to be in your side,
Everytime the flower blooms, winter blossoms and sun shines
Happy or sorrow -
A soulful music or loudest cry, choose!!
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"Overlook my wound", his heart screamed silently
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Isolation was her only soul sister
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The presence of white is self-evident on black canvas
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Mother's struggle chose pride over tears for her eyes
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Darling!! let me pave my path straight to your heart
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Oh!! I am so obsessed with your lips
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vague_soul
76w
Let the sparkle in your eyes be the brightest among all lights.
Happy diwali
©vague_soul
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The stars were smiling
They could sense the shyness in her eyes
The moon was glimmering
Jealous of the love her man holds
The clouds seemed dismayed
Taking a passer-by's peak
They had so much in mind
Yet, unable to draw their eyes away
The nimble dance of the clouds
The measured cadence of wind
The envious look of moon
The glittery eyes of the stars
All were celebrating the same story
Unfolding around the auspicious fire
Where the rituals were about to conclude
That two vague souls would now exist as one
©vague_soul
©stanley_amour -
merilina_biswas
81w
Read More"Home is where the heart is?"- Home is where you keep your heart. Home is a decision.
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Home is a street.
Home is the myriad colors of sunset that scream "you matter".
Home is a favourite coffee mug. Home is the spot you have been hiding at since you were three.
Home is the smell of books. Home is an overused toothbrush. Home is a hickey. It's a paint you use too much.
Home is anything but thousands of bricks holding four human beings together under the same roof that leaks every monsoon.
Home is a family, it's anything but a social construct.
Home is anything but the picture frames that say "this family is perfect". Home is the wails the walls witnessed.
Home is anything but your mother covering her head to respect a man standing bare chest.
Home is the truth where everybody loves everybody not some second-grade dramatization of this built-in mechanism.
Home is hope. It's not pretence.
Home is you having to cry for a dress.
Home is not thirty-five random stories stacked deliberately in the same collection because they were written by one author. Home is the theme that should have held them all together.
Home is consent.
Home is a classic.
Home is humanity. It's not some duty you are obliged to keep.
Home is a country road. Home is a city road.
It is the extra hours you work for a fancy dinner with the love of your life.
Home is the sweat of satisfaction.
Home is a late night craving for your favourite ice-cream.
Home is a promise that keeps the world together.
Home is this life. Home isn't blindfolded superstition.
Home is education.
Home isn't an address. Home is a street.
Home is you humming your favourite song. Home is an experience, not some standard you are supposed to meet.
You are your home. Your heart, the plan. Your mind, the foundation. Your body, the structure.
You are your home because you are obsessed with yourself. You look at the broken nail from your index finger for three minutes before it finally goes into the trash can.
You stand up for yourself. You are all you have that you need to protect.
Home is you giving yourself a second chance.
Home is the love you carry for yourself.
Home is a goodnight's kiss.
Home is warmth.
Don't leave your home.
©merilina_biswas
