I embrace the Art of feelings.
Waiting for love for decadesWaiting to love for decadesWaiting for the desired respect for decadesRunning into both nowBut feeling guilty to be loved and to loveWhy?Only because it was her way out?Or you saw yourself shattering?©writingislove__
As the night reaches my nostrils I get hit by a flood of blues. But I get hung up on a sharp edge of memoirs in between the sea. Dusking my head with the darkness. I drown deeper and deeper.©writingislove__
I wouldn't mind putting behind the puppy face,I wouldn't mind pretending nothing happened,But, don't you ask me to go silent.If I do so, I am afraid I could scare you away by my thousands of unheard symphony.©writingislove__
I see my every single poetry very clearlyOn the wall Waiting to rhymeWaiting for the feelsBut ohIt was already happeningBeneath the lightsResides the darknessAn empty hallFilled with so manyFeelings.©writingislove__
Word Prompt: Write a 8 word short tale on Loyalty
Heavely sin of his eye and my heart.©writingislove__
My friend, would you keep that aside for a second?And just wander that she can be 100 times more beautiful without her dimple and with her black naked soul. Her feelings are much more flawless than her skin. #flawless #feelings #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee
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I am sitting under the moonlightTrying to feel the warmth No, not feeling the warmth, unable to defeat this cold heartEven the tears can’t help to warm upThe Moon is starting to fadeNo, no it can’t fade yetBut it is, within the cloudsMaybe, it was trying to fetch my warmthBut oh, anyway its fading.©writingislove__-Krishna.
Journey.☘#pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite
I am a leafWaiting for the swirlSearching for a twigWhere I can wiltWhere my vein weakensWhere autumn blooms.©writingislove__-Krishna.
A bunch of feelings!?#pod #feelings @writersnetwork #mirakee #readwriteunite #you #poem #feelings
A bunch of feelings.Last time I promised to not feelAlthough I couldn’t stop feelingAfter all, writing comes with thousands of f e e l i n g s.People asked me to avoid writing sadHow would they know?Because writing sad makes me more alive than the whole ‘Happy fine’ poem.Last time I promised not to cryAlthough I couldn’t stopBecause crying is the most alive feeing which cannot be denied.People asked me to face my fearsHow would I?Because facing them means avoiding YOU and avoiding YOU means avoiding writing. ;)-Krishna.
Laugh? Smile? Emotions?
No! nothing means when the person who once belonged to you is no more around you.
#elehaiku#lighthouseNature is awed, by human awareness of her, and becomes the majesty we share ❤
Pine lighthouse inspiresMirror of admirationTwins reflect union ©john_solomon
Lies#akshayvasu #lies #reality #silence
They watched in silence while the lies they said turned themselves into reality, one after the other.- Akshay Vasu
I won't let you goNo matter whatI'll fight with youTill the end and moreYou've been battling your demonsAeons before you meet meStruggling and hanging on a treadThis time you have meI'll stand beside youI'll hold you and supply you weaponsTill your demons obeys youBut thereafter I'll still staY©solace
#wanderer #ceesreposts #soulraabta//Pastoral poem// 0211011Dedicated to @murryben @love_whispererr I couldn't write my unnamed yearnings. Yes, I miss things too much.Let me try to make you laugh - l miss my flat tummy (long time ago, I had a flat one)Hope you love this. Sorry for not responding to your compliments in my last poem.
OVER THE HILLSOver the hills and far yonderWhere the dove kisses the ravenOh, my heart is wont to wanderWhere the earth kisses the heavenTo the place where the brook is gladAnd the deers plays with a tiger;Where the earth is a wholesome breadThe sound of little feet a thunder.Where the sad songs have gone to restRearranged by souls who reside there,Where sweet songs shall perfume our nestBeyond the reach of gloom and despair.©ckfilvan
#silence @miraquill #ceesreposts 0211111To you@murryben @wind_chime7 @heartsease Missing old souls #sonnetz failed to come close to #filvantopzI am extremely pleased. You have cleared my sour thoughts (i have been harboring lately) @writersnetwork sharing my joy with you
SOUND OF YOUR ABSENCE The sound of your absence Is too loud a silence Too heavy a weight to bearToo gloomy a shawl to wear.Yes my home wanders away While my feet root in my room;My mind's a garden turned gray,My heart a cage full of gloom.The sound of your absenceIs too sad a music to play,A melancholic silence,A nightly dirge to sink a day.Your absence is a river silent,The wave of which is a torment.©ckfilvan
#silence 12 Nov 12.45 pmThank you so much for EC
Silence is the womb that births all sounds Stretching from the nadir of voice to the zenith of noise ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz
When peace comes after chaos embrace it and relaxYou're almost there
May you find peaceMay you embrace positivityMay your soul finds joyMay your heart find loveMay your body find warmthMay your life get filled with prosperityAs you walk this thin line of hopeAs you sacrifice your zeal for creedAs you value humanity over integrityAs you followed your dreamsMay all negativity lead you to your destinyMay the pain of setback open your ideas eyesAs you begin, continue your struggleYou'll succeed©solace
#dawn #ninewordstory #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork@mirakee @writersnetwork
Words of hopeare like the dawnat midnight©thoughtsprocess
Thank you @mirakee ❤
If words had wings
Every morning, as the sun peaks though my window, I bundle down a heap of lost hope, conceal it under my pillow and pretend to sleep. As the day goes bleaker I get up from my bed, wrap a cloak of responsibilty around myself and step out, cause I have to.This world is a cage, where most birds are born without wings and the rest are just too scared to fly. I am one of those birds, I am sure most of us are.We are all made to swim in a puddle of expections and conjecture while we were meant to fly in that azure sky. Cafes, book stores or the metro, wherever I go, I see a heap of happy souls who are happy because they need to be. I stand in the corner and gaze at them for a while, sometimes. What is it they have, that I lack? I ask myself. Is their cotton less shabby? Or their huts are more warm? Or may be they simply have found a therapy for themselves.Some of them paint their fences blue, and stroke those cottony clouds with thier brush. They paint their own sky. While some sing themselves a lullaby every time the night gets colder. It helps them sleep.And then there are people like us, who write. We write, because in our fictions we can be everything we failed to be, we can do everything we always wanted to do, with people we have always wanted to have. We write poems, because it is the only place where we can lend ourselves an infinite sky. In between our stanzas we are free to fly, we can communicate through the idioms. But, if words had wings, may be we writers would never write.©thewordplayer
REVIVALI like the smell of old rustic pagesAdorned with glossy coversAnd colourful bookmarksIts strangeThe bond I shareWith something so lifelessA connectionThat never seems to stayWith the people in my lifeLying on bookshelvesWaiting a readI love imagining myselfIn stories I’ll never liveI’ve cried many a timesSometimes gaspedSometimes laughedMaybeThat’s what happiness feels likeCoffee stains on my deskRed eyes as I spend my whole nightTrying to finish what I startedMakes me feel homeAnd yet so lostIn the bustleThe guilt I feelLeaving a book unreadAnd the closure I getYears laterWhen I finally pick it up againIt’s irreplaceableWhile as a kidWe were made to spend weeksTrying to read between the linesThe truth isSometimesYou just need to enjoy things as they areThey liedWhen they saidYou’d become a new personJust by reading a single bookHow do you learnIf you never feel itNever try itNever live itAnd though I’ve spent hoursForaging bookshelvesThe difference I feltWas just an illusionBecause I was always readingExactly what they told me to©paintdrops#writersnetwork #mirakee