@miraquill thanks for the ♥️
My diminishing verses never found place in your attiring poetries. -zikra
Thanks a lot for 500 followers♥️♥️*Honoured*
Not every void needs to be filled, when someone leavesFew are left to echo the memories and pain.~zikra
Moon cried being wrapped in the arms of serene azure because ofits scars making it self doubt.-zikra
My verses never fell in right place to be called as poetess.~zikra
Incomplete poetries are abondoned feelings.-zikra
#draft *-*#ceesreposts@writersnetwork #wod #fiction obv.Happy friendship day mirakeeans♥️
An untitled letter
Hey,It's been a really long time since we had any conversation. Feeling weird while writing but i thought my lips could never convey my feelings which are kinda dead now but before placing white lilies on its grave i wanna let you know. Remember? When i wrote a poetry for the first time just for you. It did have a lot of grammatical errors but you still loved it, that's when it all started. I think we have made enough memories to survive being part as we together have really been toxic which is not letting 'us' survive and letting go is the only option left. Ending this with another poetry with little improvement in grammar so cheer up a little. Also, you don't need to write a letter back, I'll just reminisce about the verses you said reading my first poetry. Here it goes~//Felt like a sunflowerBending towards the sun (you)Everytime i see youShower of your zephyrmade me grow over my blues Listened to your hymnsBeing tucked in your hairAs a part of beautiful youLater, I started humming too.It was easy to fall in loveBut not to confess the truth.After blooming fullyI had to wither one dayThat's what flowers do.Wanted to be with you till the end.Became fragrant flower in your hairNow, flower on your grave too.//Yours,(Wanted to be someone)No-one.~zikra
Your transient aura was a mirage that kept me in an illusion of 'distance doesn't matter.'-zikra
#insipinsiheartbeaters (3)HAPPY WALA BIRTHDAY SAFIYA ♥️Stay blessed, keep glowing and flowingCouldn't write anything good, apologies (+_+)Iske piche ki feelings smjho bs♥️Enjoy your day Safiya, we all love you a lot♥️Also, i wanna reveal one thing on this grand day,Wo @/mehak mai hi thi who was asking for suggestions for good writers. @someone_you_knowAlso, good bye everyone going on a break.
The sun was holding glittery golden crustWhen we had our first meetingA meeting worth rememberingThat made me believe in virtual friendshipSilver sheets on moon Made our friendship shine so brightIn that solemn moonlightIn between cotton like cloudsLies our shit talksThat never fails in making me laugh so hardDifferent shades of azure Represents our friendship as a wholeIf you ever feel like falling Our bond will keep you higherRaho hamesha gulshan tumFrom zikra, the sasti shayar~zikra
An unsaid good bye
On days,when you'll bedrowning in the ocean of tears,our memories will give you thousands of reasons for instant gigglesAs it is the actual reason,why we make memories.G oo d b ye~zikra
Labon par thehre the kuch adhure alfaazJinke pure hone ke intezaar me ham bezuban bn baithe.©zikra_
बोतल में रेत भरते बच्चे...
छोटे बच्चे,एक छोर से आधी दबी दबी सीप्लास्टिक की बोतल में,एक एक कण इकठ्ठा करकेरेत भर रहे हैं।बढ़ते तापमान और तपती रेत में भी,न जाने उन्हें किस शीतलता ने ढक रखा है?शायद, गरीबी की शीतलता।वही शीतलता,जो हमेशा से उनके जीवन मेंखुशियों की बहार को,और मुस्कुराहट की बारिश कोआने से रोक रही है।इस शीतलता ने मौसम के हर बदलाव को अपने भीतर कहीं थामे रखा है,जैसे रेत के कण बोतल में थम रहे हैं,आहिस्ते आहिस्ते,ठीक वैसे ही।मगर,क्या वो बच्चेवाकई रेत भर रहे हैं?धूप में रेत के चमकते उन बारीक कणों के ठीक पीछे,मुझे उनका बचपन साफ़ नज़र आ रहा है,मगर इन कणों से थोड़ा कम चमकता।जाने कहाँ गुम हो गयी उस बचपन की चमक!क्या उन छोटे घुँघराले बालों में कहीं?या सिकुड़े बदन पर लिपटेमैले कपड़ों पर लगी धूल में कहीं?या फ़िर,इन्हीं रेत के कणों में?शायद हां।प्लास्टिक की दबी बोतल में रेत नहीं, मगर रेत सा बिखरा,अपना बचपन भर रहे हैंआहिस्ते आहिस्ते,वो छोटे बच्चे।©गुंजित जैन
'Raaz k dusra naam h khamoshi' Khamoshi bol uthe , hr nazar paigam ho jae Ye sannata agar had se badhe kohram ho jae -Shakeb Jalali
Kbhi khofnaak , kbhi masoom h khamoshiKbhi inkar, kbhi iqrar h khamoshi.Shabnam ko h dillagi jisse, wo naam h khamoshi,Raato ke sukoon ka, pyaam h khamoshi.©afrah_
Sadiyon purane gulaab ki, Mehak abhi tk baaqi hYaadon ka ek sitaara tha, chamak abhi tk baaqi hAasmaa'n par sajti hai mehfil har shab komehtaab ki abr se, jhijhak abhi tk baaqi hDhal gaye hain aaftaab Zindagi k magar,Aashiya'n ko jane wali, sadak abhi tk baaqi hBikhar gya m, najaane kis kashmakash mein hunToot chuka hai dil lekin, dhadak abhi tk baaqi hRaakh hogaye hain jal kr woh qisse puraaneUss raakh mein magar, damak Abhi tk baaqi hM jiske intezaar mein tha khada, wo to ja chukaHairat ki baat hai, uski jhalak Abhi tk baaqi hKr k khud ko paak, maazi pr daal diya h pardaM bhool gya tjhe lekin, koi kasak Abhi tk baaqi h©adeeba__
There is an undying pain in my heart which writes the poem and it is better if it is not recited! #start @writersnetwork #augusthoughts #moownThank you for the feature @/miraquill ❤Thank you for the repost and EC, WN ❤"
One day if everything stops, I will ask my aching heart to bleed the poem that shouldn't be recited.©inked_selenophile
#start @writersnetwork #AugusthoughtsThank you for the EC, WN❤"
I can travel on the paper on which I scribbled poetry merely to touch the words and feel the essence of poetic us.©inked_selenophile
#timeLame :/Thank you for the like WN❤️Thank you for EC
Am I supposed to feel like this—battered and bruised by the onslaught of the day?Clocks keep appearing in my poems with chains and knives. It wasn't on purpose. Dear Time, sorry, I guess, for turning you into a demon with horns. One day, I'll have lain enough roots. One day, I'll see the flowers in the concrete. Until then, I'll try to understand. The golden hours are always now, aren't they? Time shouldn't be an enemy on the horizon. So for now, I'll apologize, because I'd rather not water the earth with the salt of my tears. But even so, just as trees started growing in my heart, they have already begun to wither. I wait again for a moonless night to pull me out of the thorns. Time, you curved your clawed fingers into my throat and squeezed, put a little monster in my chest, let it roam wild. It won't stop rattling the bars of my ribcage. My heart hurts from running.Now look up. Doesn't the sky look so open without a clock ticking perpetually down to the horizon?Quietly, I lay back.Rain drums gently against the glass, I welcome thunder into my chest, and for a moment I forget that I'm suffocating.Time is a monster, or I turned it into one.Under a gentler moon, I take a breath. I take two. This is mine. This is mine until the vestiges of a gentler time creep up and I sing my mourning songs again. Remember how kind you once were? Well, maybe not. You can't be cruel or kind. This was supposed to be an apology.Exactly one hour, one day, one year from now — will there still be knives in my chest? I've sung enough eulogies.Yet forward you run, forward I run. Endlessly to no end. When the sun reaches its zenith in the sky, I will try not to burn. Standing still was not a love I thought I'd miss.©queen_butterfly
Some people love youBut don't tell youSome people tell youBut don't love you..!
#patheticfallacy #wod @writersnetwork #frustrated_write #hyperbole ?@miraquill @writersnetwork thank you so much for EC❤✨! Unexpected! #EC_5
I wailed in melancholy, as the somber clouds in meprecipitated sorrows in gush, disguising the gleeful clouds.©aquapearl
#onomatopoeia #wod @writersnetwork
The flowers in her heart, Chatters to grow with hopeshielding her soul from thorns, murmuring the irksome poignancy.©aquapearl
O, World! My death shouldn't be your concernAs my pain isn't©ovais43