Miraquill
Spectrum of love
"You knew my love was holistic
And transparent as white light
And when it splits alchemizes
Even more colorful and bright
Into seven distinct ultralights"
©altafmurtaza
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altafmurtaza
5d
Every morning
Palpebra separates
Sometimes drowsy
Sometimes jaunty
In this racy epoch
With antsy ambitions
Burden of discipline
To habit of embracing ✓ Destined by the king
©altafmurtaza -
"A poet is the one who
forms reality even more
than the living man."
______Sometimes through
the magical phrase
that catches the breath
sometimes through
the immortal spirit
that creates out of skylit
A L T A F -
altafmurtaza
3w
"There were the days
when the smell of my
L O V E R
used to be the bookmark" -
altafmurtaza
4w
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लुभ्यति is a sanskrit word which means 'to desire'
History of the word 'love' __
It is believed that the old english word 'lufu' is of Germanic origin and that is from an Indo European root shared by sanskrit lubhayti which means to desire
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#love
@kin_jo @murrybenBaffled with these
Four alphabets of L O V E?
No need to go deep
In Latin and Greek
It's clear and lucid
In its origin of Sanskrit
"Lubhayti" desires of it
Causes ecstasy and anguish
~Desire is love -
Often in our society
Exhibition is primary
Words of chicanery
Feelings they bury
Marry for dowry
Loaded with jewelry
Display of glory
Ruled as necessary
Being rebellious?
That's too scary
You might be isolated instantly
Bonded together yet a mystery
_____Altaf -
ONE LATE NIGHT
It was the breathe
of the fresh air
amidst the dust
and sand's share
Moon was as bright
as the first sight
of a lady who's
destined to be wife
Someone tried seizing
my words in greenish
dark pages of plots
by telling tarots, it fell
short and joined my
concealed cheeky consort
deep in the universe
upto the stars twinkling dots⭐
______ Altaf -
BEAUTY OF BELIEF
Long hours of dawn to dusk
Dry mouth bedraggles five times
But not down the line of throat
Devotedness for the decree
Crave for cumulative goodness
Panglossian about promises cinched
Accustomed with threads of blood
The beauty of belief
Extant in this evanescent world
©altafmurtaza -
DAMAGED FAITH
O my creator
How flawlessly
You've created survivors
And blessed us all with
Unimaginable protectors
You've sent messengers
You've sent educators
You've guided us with preachers
In every epoch of human calendar
But, we still act as a misguider
O my creator
Help us fix our
Damaged faith and figure
As you're the one and only
The most merciful forgiver!
©altafmurtaza -
All round me are words, wise words
Discovered incidentally
Refined by wits of ages
Ubiquitous among peers
Turned into a mechanism
To attract the audience
And gather the self-confidence
©altafmurtaza
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blue_lemon_writes
1d
Read Moreजानते हो यूं तो चांद को देखना मुझे बचपन से ही पसंद था परन्तु जिस दिन मुझे मालूम हुआ कि तुम पुर्णिमा के उपवास रखते हो उस दिन से चांद मुझे कुछ अपना अपना सा लगने लगा। प्रतिदिन मां के कहने से पहले ही मैं अपना काम समय पर निपटा लेती और सूरज ढलते ही छत पर जा कर चांद का इंतज़ार करती। जैसे ही चांद नज़र आता तो मैं बिना पलके झपकाए एकटक उसको निहारती रहती और उसमें तुम्हारा अक्स नज़र आता । फिर उसकी मद्धम रोशनी में तुम्हारी तस्वीर को सीने से लगाकर तुमसे ढेर सारी बातें करती। महसूस करती कि तुम मेरे बगल में बैठे मेरी जुल्फों से खेल रहे हो, कभी अपनी उंगलियों से मेरे चेहरे को तराशते तो कभी उनसे मेरी हथेली पर अपना नाम लिखते। कभी आंखें बंद कर सुकून से मेरी गोद में सर रखते तो कभी प्यार भरी नज़र से टकटकी लगाए मुझे ताकते रहते। कभी अपने होठों को मेरे कान के पास लाकर धीमी सी आवाज़ में आई लव यू बोलते तो कभी उन होठों को मेरे होठों के करीब लाकर मेरी धड़कन को तेज़ कर देते। और जब मेरे गालों पर हल्की लालिमा छाने लगती तो टमाटर बुलाकर मुझे सताने लगते। आंखे मूंद उन लम्हों को याद करती जो हमने साथ में बिताए, वो लम्हें जिनसे तुम्हारी मौजूदगी का एहसास हर पल रहता है। हर एक सांस के साथ तुम्हारी खुश्बू को महसूस करती और मेरे होंठों पर हल्की मुस्कान छा जाती। जैसे ही कोई ठंडी हवा का झोंका छू कर गुज़रता तो ऐसा लगता मानो तुमने मुझे अपनी बाहों में भर लिया हो। कानों में एक धुन सी सुनाई पड़ती जैसे पूरी कायनात हमारे प्रेम का गीत गुनगुना रही हो। तुम्हारा नाम पुकारते ही नभ में झिलमिलाते सितारे शरमा के बादलों के पीछे छिप जाते। फूलों पर मंडराती तितलियां भी ऐसी लगती मानो वह हमारे प्रेम की तरंगों पर थिरक रही हो। तुम, तुम्हारी याद और चांद के साथ बिताया हर एक लम्हा बेहद अनमोल है मेरे लिए, जैसे चांद बिन आसमां अधूरा है ठीक उसी तरह तुम्हारे बिन मैं अधूरी हूं।
- कोमलतुम क्या हो मेरे लिए यह तो केवल मेरी आत्मा ही जानती है मगर फिर भी अगर शब्दों में बयां करु तो रोम रोम से केवल एक ही आवाज़ आती है कि ‘तुम' मैं और ‘मैं' तुम हो। ऐसा लगता है मानो हमारा प्यार सदियों पुराना हो, पर कभी कभी मन विचलित सा हो उठता है जब कभी तुमसे दूर जाने का ख्याल अचानक ज़हन में आ जाए। आंखों से अश्रु बहने लगते है, एक अजीब सी बैचनी होने लगती है। तुम तो जानते ही हो की मुझे कितना प्रेम है तुमसे , इतना प्रेम की तुमसे और तुमसे जुड़ी हर एक बात से मेरा कोमल हृदय पुलकित हो उठता है।
-कोमल -
Just Us
We are precious half and half
A sapphire immersed in a vastness of a sea
Consumed in felicity
We are the Intricate embroideries weaved on a love shaped balloon
Enriching and igniting the ferrous soul
Flying in the kingdom of eternity
We are the stardust dissolved in
countless moon nights
Branched on distant corners
Longing to collide every night
We are ONE, threaded in seven whispering vows
Like seven colours tiptoed in the azure sky
Saturating droplets until they throw out prismic light
A Rainbow in glorious day light
©lovethatneverfades -
fromwitchpen
3d
Read More"You are always wrong.. once i thought that you were right and that was the only time I was wrong"
©shaiz_fs
#rainbowandlove
@miraquill Gracias :) I'm honored.
@writersnetwork thanks for always being there *-*
@shaiz_fs all credit goes to you . If you hadn't said those words I wouldn't have wrote this �� Thanks for everything.
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Seven Dynasties of Love
With a long beard and tensed shoulder
wearing a blue thawb he kept saying
in a sotto voce 'Love cause disasters,
if only one summer can take you away
from your own peace'. In a distance a
wave of beleaguered battles arose and
war was what they witnessed betwixt
the seven dynasties
'You are always wrong..' said the raindrops
as they tickled the skin of yellow lilly bulbs
'once I thought that you were right and that
was the only time I was wrong'. As those
words splashed their ink on the green-ery
a poem took birth absorbing in the aurora
of violets, indigos and reddened oranges
the northern winds collided with the
chest of skies. And a harper strummed
his harp healing the hollow nights .
The cassettes halted and in a breathe
an anonymous choir started. It was all
black. Glimpsing a porcelain face— stark
white but travelling on a floe in closed
eyes. In this siesta, a bullet broke his
heart. Blood it was but not only red.
It contained the blood of all seven dynasties
It etches a rainbow of love . Of unrequited
Love .
-this is how rainbows cause love, but love turn all the rainbows grey .
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* Here the seven dynasties are seven colors of rainbow.And a rainbow may symbolize love, but love can never paint the grey-bows.
©fromwitchpen -
When the rays of love
enter the heart
through the windows of eyes,
eternal rainbows of bliss
emerge within
©thoughtsprocess -
Rainbow Romance
Somehow,
The rain knows
We are made of many colors
Of shades stolen
From the pockets
Of the sangria skyline.
Inside the parentheses,
LOVE flutters like butterfly wings
Sewing shy RAINBOWS
On freckled skies above us,
Barefoot,
We wander
Through enchanted forests
Searching
For fragments of wuthering forevers,
Tell me,
Aren't we victims
Of the bewitched moon
And the intoxicated night?
And if LOVE
Is a RAINBOW crown
I think it smells like Frangipani
Barely there, yet
Holds people and things
Together tighter than red string promises
And the laughing air could only swoon
Witnessing
A blooming chemical romance
Of sunbeams & raindrops
Never fading
Upon the arrival of the sun.
05.22.21 -
turquoise_stars
3d
Read MoreThe sky looks like half of an old canvas
The horizons always wearing
My favorite shades of grey
At this time of the year;
Like little children pressing
Their tiny hands dipped
In colors to walls
The sky looks like
It has been touched
By thousands of hands of promises.
I hang around old photographs
From my mapple coloured ceiling
Souvenirs of memories
Some bittersweet
And pretend I am being
Smiled at kindly
By the welkin
For you and me
At least share the same (blue/sad)ness
If not the same love in our story.
I am a sixteen year old bandaged poem
Who falls in love with school corridors
And psithurism hitting her face more
Than the hands of a human on her heart,
Back in our days you made heather
Out of hope and brought
One for me each day,
Dad's old radio that you adored
The last time you visited my home
Has been smashed
Against the kitchen wall
The scars are still there
Carved on our wall paint
Like the ones on my wrists;
But when the neighborhood kid
Said you came back from your holidays
To stay a week, across my street
I pushed the long handwritten note
Deeper into my pocket
Before crossing the road
To the other end.
One whole year has stretched
Like a childhood between us
Beginnings are pretty
But I guess not with us.
It's June again and I am missing your smile
Maybe we could hang around
That old gulmohor trunk
(We crossed out hearts
On it's wood remember?)
Where we would watch
The rainbow fade in and out
But don't ask me if I love you now
For I have learnt to fall in love
With the sky who made me
Look up when all you ever
Taught me was to keep them down.
©turquoise_stars ( 22.05.22)
/ June is almost here, have I learnt to love you any less? /
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#rainbowandlove #wod #miraquill #writersnetwork
Heavily inspired from songs.
@miraquill
@writersnetwork a HUGE thanks to you for the repost. There was never a time when I came back here and you didn't support me; I am grateful to you for your encouraging reposts ��Would you call me 'Heather' again?
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writersnetwork
3d
Read MoreIt felt safe to be numb
As those words pierced through me
Read this intense piece by @ronke_d and give your feedback.
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Good one @preetkanwal @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @abinaya14 @mzcupcake11 @maverick_moonbeamIt felt safe to
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miraquill
3d
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--Today, write a poem using the words "rainbow" and "love"--
Tag with #rainbowandlove and share.
#wodRainbow and love
When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.
Diane Ackerman -
inked_selenophile 3d
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@proweb Happy Birthday ��❤
May God bless you with shine, health and love!To be the rainbow of your life,
I drenched myself in the rain of love called poetry!
©inked_selenophile -
milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
3d
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I wanted to write this:^)
I have seen kites kissing skies of success but my kite is so broken to fill its veins with the fearless flight of courage. I have seen dreams breathing, smiling, crying and roaming on the streets of hope. I have forgotten their faces . I am not sure whether those faces stay same or they change with the touch of storms. But my dreams nurture a different custom of changing clothes. Being blinded by passion I often fail to judge whether those skirts of summer and spring suit them or not . I blink my eyes wishing to bedeck them with perfection if only i could discern what lingers on the lips of flaws and which strings are entangled with eachother to knit the sweaters of success.
I have a pair of black shoes and my feet demanded for white ones. Being a beggar i couldn't afford a new pair of shoes so i painted my laces with clouds. And now those laces are tightening around my ankles and my shoes are masticating my feet from sides .I am sighing painful sighs .
I have seen young nights abandoning stars but even my days are fragile and embellished with wrinkles i am not sure about their age. They always search for novels to hide their eyes nose and lips . Unlike others' night my insomniac nights are a bunch of boozers who often get drunk on lacerated love , betrayal and sorrows. They cuddle with solitude shedding tears , stuffing the empty stomach of my bare rainbows with the hues of struggles , hurdles and hardships. Mayhaps my moon is mourning somewhere behind the clouds of starless skies blanketing scars. My palettes are empty with some dried strokes of blues and the pencil of promises and future keeps beheading itself slipping through the hole of my pockets. Neither i am an artist nor a poet to heal my heart sketching saudade and writing woes .
©milliondreamsarekeepingmeawake
Thank you so much @writersnetwork much love to you��I am the unsung unheard silver-tongued woodnote of mountains, melifluous mysterious , manacled and soon to be martyred in the war of woes. A fresh touch of departure suppressed betwixt adieus of autumn and arrival of winter.
~jennie
