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Ego doesnt exist when it's true love , if it does it ain't love.
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Watch how love allows the dreams in the cocoon to rise into an adorable butterfly ,
isn't love an absolute classic ?
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vidya_iyer
4w
I speak to the stars about love and they blush about the beams of moonlight that never tries to hide their shine from the world.
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If something doesn't work even when you deserve it ,the world says you have to be lucky enough nobody says you are lucky enough to be deserving .
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vidya_iyer
6w
Isn't it scary that one moment you are loved like the sky is the limit and next you could be pushed down to the rubbles like it meant nothing ?
Isn't it scary that one moment you laughed so hard in your happy space and each time you pass by it left you numb like if it was ever true that you could laugh heartily ?
Isn't it scary that life is so fleeting that the next moment you would not know if you can talk or share the moment with the ones you love ,like if it was just a nightmare ?
Isn't it scary that you love so hard even while your broken and still wish not to hurt the ones you love as if the cupid carries roses and not arrows when in love ?
Isn't it scary that it would have may been the last time you ever saw someone and never knew that life could be daunting to hold on ?
Isn't it scary to live all your life for success and material assets that would just be blown to dust when you don't love what you do ?
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vidya_iyer
7w
Life is to be lived giggling about the happenstances and mistakes that always drop you at the right paths rather whining about the what if's.
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There will certainly be things and people you love so dearly but not necessarily will everything be a part of your life , the more you try to hold onto it would definitely slip away.
You learn to let go when you respect your peace they say ,
let go and let the new beginnings embrace you.
#ghostGhost is the hurt that you hold on to and will keep haunting until you let go.
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The best hope is ineffable , it arises from nowhere dressed up like a miniature happiness and lets you reach a pinnacle of peace .
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Love isn't the lamp that needs to be refilled to continue burning , it's just a spark that is enough to melt for the same person over and over at all circumstances.
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Light and shadow ,though antithetical always go along to make the most beautiful combination.
#iamgoodatfiction ��She followed him like a shadow whereever he went , his love was the light that cast her as a shadow .
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raghavendran
2w
A Vote Seeker and an Indignant Voter
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction and the characters mentioned are imaginary ones and no one is specifically mentioned with malafide intentions.
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In a certain country, elections have been announced and there are meetings, processions, door to door canvassing etc. One candidate of a prominent party, standing for the election, meets a voter asking him to cast his vote and those of his family in his favour.
What transpires between them is recounted in the poem.
A Vote Seeker and an Indignant Voter
Dramatis Personae:
A candidate standing for the election
A voter with his family and neighbours.
Venue. Residence of the voter
The candidate explains the salient features of the manifesto while seeking votes.
Good morning dear voter,
I believe you are &Mr. Carter,
I am here at your doorstep to explain
Our grand plans in terms simple and plain.
Every river will be so squeaky clean
The bed of which can be clearly seen,
You can drink its water straight,
O! You will experience great delight.
With confidence I say and assure
That the air you'll breathe will be pure,
You can dispense with all costly @gadgets
And you will have a manageable budget.
The roads and bylanes will be pothole free,
It is vital for safe vehicle movement, I agree,
No road accidents will ever occur,
I trust, in my statements, you concur.
Throughout the year drinking water will flow,
It will never be black, green or yellow,
Lakes and water bodies will be clean too,
The very sight will surely soothe you.
*Power failure will be a thing of the past,
We will not allow it to happen at any cost,
Industry and trade can function to their full potential,
For economic growth, uninterrupted power is essential.
Most importantly, rapes there will be none,
Whether under the moon or under the sun,
Women can walk without fear at midnight
Just as free as they can at morning eight.
Corruption we will totally rooted out,
Don't ever be in doubt,
It is the main thrust of our manifesto,
With one law, it will vanish, presto!
Politics will without doubt be cleansed,
We know people are incensed
And cry hoarse about dirty politics,
With one more law, we will usher in political ethics.
We have marvellous plans for public welfare
Which I would love with you to share,
But I have to meet many more like you
Would you please let me meet them too?
Since we promise these with determination,
And to fulfill them with speed and acceleration,
I plead with you, dear voter, to elect me
To lead the nation and the people to prosperity.
Voter responds
All these promises are many decades old,
Repeated ad nauseam and by many told,
You promise us the very impossible,
Your assertions are truly implausible.
Promise me something realistic and tangible
Like a free gift of TV, scooter or some imaginable
Stuff like a small car for a family small,
I will certainly then, on voting, take a call.
I know such free goodies come at election time,
Once it is over, anything we ask becomes a crime,
So people elect those who offer more,
Such activities have now become folklore.
We have seen many elections, sir,
And know what they truly are,
We use our power as we deem fit
And elect those from whom we profit.
If you say what we do is wrong
Have you ever been right all along?
So preach us not what is right,
We consider it a great slight.
On hearing the abrasive reply, the candidate beats a hasty retreat, with a wounded look and thus ends the drama.
Raghav R
26.03.2021
*electric power failure.
@gadgets installed at home for purifying air
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victory laps on concrete coliseums
bearing torches of modernization
whilst glaciers melt
and seasons turn their back
for earth sighs
amidst sights of destruction
where humans play
harps of pandemonium
©soulfulstirrings -
When I were you
I felt too
out of place
as I felt I belonged
between those
famous galaxies
somewhere in this crazy universe.
©_anaan__ -
The Suicide Of An Unloved Wife
how I forget "Me" and started living as "You". how I changed myself to paint you with my love. how I adjust myself, to spend the whole life with you. how I expunge my past memories just to make you believe in, not a single misunderstanding can make us apart. how I have hidden all my dreams under my pillow and cover myself with the blanket of responsibilities. I changed being dads princess into your responsible wife.
after getting an engaged with you. my mom asked me whether I'm happy with this tie up. with a heavy voice, eyes full of shed tears. "I replied". I'm not. I'm not ready to take the responsibility over on my shoulder yet. but my mom said with a heartrending smile on her face, teary eyed somewhere with a fear of separate me from herself, "we'll never be ready to take em" but we have too. how can a human creature be so strong in a Eidolon of lass.
Isn't she's bliss!
a woman has 4 lives in a single life still she wouldn't get the respect she deserves. she's the strongest personality in this cosmos, but with a fragile heart. did you have the heart like Mom. can you be covetous seeing your husband with a female friend. "No one can be so covetous like a lady, she's pure as holy." It's just her another way of loving which made us fall for her chastity again and again.
she completes "You" but you denied. you need her in every step of your life, but you won't withstand to cherish her. a woman is an incomplete story without a man and a man is an incomplete script without a woman. then why you feel sheepish to say that my wife is also a part of my success. Is she important just to make a love with you?
getting coitus is not love. spending time with each other balancing the life, whatever coming towards us. feeling the presence in your truancy to. being restless without seeing you. filling the promises which you've never made it. reading the eyes without an eye contact. suspicion the heart beats living far away. feel the touch by touching your things. sealing the lips with the believe of living together till death calls us. this is love.
love is a feel just like a cold breeze not a fire of starving and thirsty.
every night I gulp the single sip of the pain of an incomplete woman after completing you. my numb heart, which bleeds with the fear of losing you each mere second wasn't easy for me to breath the loneliness. the sunshine kisses which makes me calm as you used to do. now, those sun rays burning my skin and the nights, where I've spent my six years in your arms now this moonlit night turns into nightmares.
how strange, it's who haven't forgotten to peck on my forehead before leaving home for the office. now even he didn't recall the date of your anniversary. there was a time that I used to have the "due" on him. but now, I regret him on integrity. everything that I held of yours smells you, even after knowing that your heart is no more my home. maybe I've fallen for you forever.
I wish to turn deaf his voice which whispered the love tales in my ears, now I don't want to feel 'em. my lips, which always wished him to lay on, now they don't want to talk about him. the mind which always thinks about him. now, it needs peace. the heart which loved only you. have broken in boundless piece. the soul which gets pure after your every touch. now it's screaming for the death.
last night I dreamed of an angel. who is asking me. now your worship has been written in someone else's fate. what would I like to do. wanna live your life or want to hug the death each second.
I'm already a broken soul getting betrayed by husband. did I need to say, I want to hug the death. already I'm buried. It's just my body without a soul.
the breath I've breathed you, now it's hurting my lungs. I want to bury myself cause the love marks on my skin itching me just like I rubbed the poison of love till death. my feeble heart, which never loved anyone else as it fallen for you each day.
on your nuptial night did you remember your first promise you made to me. that no one can take a place in your heart because it's my home.
Aren't promises are just made to break. It'll break you in inches deeply hurts you with the regret of trusting you.
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im_alive
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Read MoreLast Night
I waded into the ocean of star's alone
The star's sighed
And held me in a hug of a Moon stone !
@mirakee @writersnetwork #ceesreposts
#star #wod #poem
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im_alive
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" ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏɴᴇʟɪɴᴇꜱꜱ "
ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜰᴛꜱ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴜʙꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ꜱᴘɪɴᴇ ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ , ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴇᴛ 'ᴅᴇɪᴠɪÑᴇ' !
#wod #radioscript
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#ceesreposts
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raghavendran
147w
# Words Can Kill
#Words can kill
A knife or a gun kills in a minute
And doesn't make the pain infinite,
In the blink of an eye, the life is gone,
The victim doesn't see the next dawn;
No life-long pain is there to haunt
Or for him to suffer a critics taunt,
A mortal weapon had killed a mortal
Whose fate no one could foretell;
Words are weapons too that kill,
As powerful as a poisonous pill,
Dangerous or lethal they don't appear,
But they're as sharp as a spear;
Mortal frame doesn't perish,
But the mind turns feverish
With each barbed word
That hurts more than a sword;
Hurtful words are enough to kill
A novice from exploring his skill
And snuff out his ambition and hope,
Forcing him to look for a rope;
Be guarded in the choice of words,
Use them not like sneaky cowards,
There are great words that hit the target,
But the arrogant critic seems to forget
Raghav R
18 June 2018
©raghavendran -
Realise the beauty of the present moment,
Let not morose of past or future torment.
What you possess is most valuable,
Satisfaction of today makes you stable.
When it rains don't crave for the sun,
Cherish the drop and not what can't be undone.
When the roaring winds blow hear what it has to say,
Do not fall a prey of my mind that relishes pain and dismay.
Breath the fresh morning dawn chorus and delight,
To evade life's sordid darkness, beckon divine gleam of light.
©Akshi Shekhawat -
eurusgrey
3w
Read MoreIf flowers could speak,
I think
they'd tell us
to stop plucking
their wings
in the name of love,
to stop pressing them
between verses and poetries
only to be withered away,
like another sad story;
they'd tell us
to start watering
roots instead of
just what appears to be,
to start appreciating
things before
they wilt away;
to breathe freely,
take in the fragrance of life
and let them too.
If the sky could speak,
I think
it'd tell us
to stop looking wistfully
at colours of dusk,
as the sun dips in crimson-
a token of passion
and not sin;
it'd tell us
to keep running
behind things that
make us happy
but at the same time
stop wishing,
on things that keep falling,
on ones that are not meant
to be ours;
to let ourselves dream,
to begin again
with a new dawn,
a beautiful one.
If poems could speak,
I think
they'd tell us
to stop wrapping them
around destruction
and melancholy,
to stop romantacising
every toxic emotion,
to stop breathing pain;
they'd tell us
to start living
in metaphors
of hope and strength,
to reminisce
the halcyon days-
wide smiles and wild feet,
running through wuthering winds
without any care,
to remember
that it's okay to feel pain,
to hurt, to break down and fall
but it's not okay
to get carried away
with the ache,
numbnes is not the answer;
there's a lot to discover ahead,
a road full of mircles
waiting to be unfolded.
©eurusgrey
#if #wod
@writersnetwork Thank Youu❤
Oh woah. Thank you so much @mirakee ❤️
And thank you, everyone❤️ I really appreciate the warmth here :')If polaroids could breathe,
I think
they'd tell us to replace our frowns
with serene smiles
and just cherish
the good times.
©eurusgrey -
If I could go all around the
world I would have bought
you the brightest flowers
to see your brightest smile
If I was a good fit for the world
I wouldn't have been left contemplating life
for so long with the burned-out ends
If I were a storm inside of people
I would have wrecked hatred and anger out of them
If I were a promise
I would have tried to keep my word
If I was a spell
I would have made this world a better place for everyone
If I were nothing
I would have been an ocean
bewitching, everlasting and quiet.
©_anaan__
