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31/03/2021

"A DAY IS COMING" poetry by

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A day is coming
When I'll embrace the radiance of the sun no more,
When I'll not be kissed by the Glitteres of the stars,
When I'll not be hugged by the calmness of the moon.
A day is coming
When I'll not be hugged by the rain,
When the clouds will be my cover no more,
When my pillow will not feel the sounds of my silent sobbing.
A day is coming
When I'll not feel the breeze of the air,
When sands will not bear the trembles of my feet,
When I'll not bid the sun farewell.
A day is coming
When I'll hear the sound of the birds no more,
When I'll not see your face anymore,
When I'll not wake up to the sound of adhan.
A day is coming
When my posts are just memories,
When you'll see my reactions on your posts no more
When you'll never see me online again.
A day is coming
A day is coming
A day is coming....

30/03/2021

"Nothing will ever change." poetry by

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When the world
seems in chaos;
I will choose to view it
where there's only You & I.
When you feel confused
with "What is";
I will hold on to the times
that we said—
"Nothing will ever change."
When moving forward
seems so hard;
I will choose to hold
your hand, reassuring you
that you got me
and that—it's okay.
When words slipped
and hurt you badly;
I will be here constantly
reminding you how your
a beautiful soul saved me.
When you think
we can't save it;
I will remind you
how it all began.
And...
When in the end
you still choose to let go;
Who am I to hold you back?

26/03/2021

"In the spaceship of life" poetry by Favoh Samuel

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In the spaceship of life

I lay in awe of God's blessings in disguise

Proud to flaunt my beauty for the beholder

Oblivious of the condemnation of the hater

I proudly glow

Even when the critics refuse to grow

From slavery to tribalism

Is there a trial the dark hasn't faced?

A lie you tell

when you say black is beautiful

A pain it is

when we realized black was a crime

Standing next to the fair lady oh how inferior I felt

Seeing my brother battle every day to leave this dark coast makes me weep

Oh, When will I be proud?

Standing tall with my flag oh when will I smile?

Twice as tall...they said

Six feet below... they went

When will I be proud of this color?

Is it today? Is it tomorrow?

Or is it someday I know not about?

I ask this question every day..

I yearn for answers as I lay to rest

when are the better days coming??

25/03/2021

"हिन्दी पंक्तियाँ" by

दुःख की कोई भाषा नहीं होती
रोना हमेशा से मौन ही रहा है
कौन सुन पाया है बेबसी की चीख
जो बजती है हमारी नसों में
चढ़ती है मष्तिष्क के सबसे ऊपरी सिरे पर
और फिर ख़ामोश हो जाती है
दरअसल, हम सब अपनी-अपनी
चीखों की शोर में दबी हुई पुकार हैं
जिन्हें अब तक सुनी नहीं गई
हर बार "माफ़ करना देरी हो रही है" यह कह कर,
हम सब अजनबियों की तरह निकल गये
ये जानते हुए कि उन्हें उस वक़्त
सबसे ज्यादा जरूरत हमारी थी ।

24/03/2021

"AS TIME GOES BY" poetry by Donna Ashworth

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As time goes by,

You will loosen your grip on that rock,

The one you always thought was home,

And you will realise that home is not a place,

It’s a state of mind.

Let it go.

As time goes by,

You will learn to see yourself more clearly,

The girl who was always too much of one thing,

And too little of another, was actually

Everything she needed to be.

Let her out.

As time goes by,

You will let the simple things become the big,

And you will allow the big things to become the simple,

And that readjustment will be,

The day you really start to live,

Let it be.

As time goes by,

You will be forced to say goodbye many times,

And your soft little heart will shatter but,

It will still beat and that will bring you,

All the purpose you need.

Let it beat.

As time goes by,

You will stop choosing wealth over peace,

You will stop choosing money over time,

And you will see that the treasures you need,

Are in the smiles and the laughter.

Let them in.

As time goes by,

The moments you remember when your life flashes past,

Are never the awful memories my friend, it’s the joy,

The summer nights, the lazy days with loved ones,

The midnight chats and the morning hugs,

Let them happen.

Let them all happen.

23/03/2021

"A New Day" poetry by .

Today’s poem is for anyone who suffers from chronic pain and fatigue.

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Morning comes and life’s the same

A new day dawns and nothing’s changed.

I sit up in bed the pain’s still there

Some days just too much to bear.

I slowly stand, the stiffness grips

Vice-like, my neck, knees, back and hips.

I shuffle painfully across the bedroom floor

Keeping balance by staying close to the walls.

I step stiffly in the shower, holding onto the frame

My morning routine is always the same.

The water hits my body like a million pins

But the warmth soon soothes my sensitive skin.

My muscles gently loosen as the heat works in

The struggles of a new day can now begin.

17/03/2021

"देखना महकते फूलों को" poetry by

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किसी के किरदार में
महकते फूलों को देखना कभी।
तुम भी उनकी महक के साथ
खिल उठोगे।
खिल उठोगे
जैसे कोई कली खिलती है।
बिखेरना सुनहरे रंग
एक कला है,
महकाना अपनी खुशबू से
इस जहाँ को
एक कला है।
मगर कैसे कोई महका
पाता है इस सुंदर जहाँ को?
कैसे फूलों में खुशबू भर जाती है।
ये जादू है
सृजन का।
फूल खिलते हैं सृजन के लिए
और सृजन उन्हें भर देता है कुछ नए से।
सृजन भर देता है
उन्हें खुशबू से।
सृजन भर देता है
उन्हें मोहकता से।
ठीक उसी तरह
जैसे ही तुम देखते हो
उस फूल को
तुम भी प्रफुल्लित हो उठते हो,
तुम महक उठते हो उन्ही फूलों की तरह।
तुम हो जाते हो एकाकार
उन्हीं फूलों की खूबसूरती के साथ।
ठीक उसी तरह
जब तुम देखते हो
किसी के किरदार में
खूबसूरती को,
तुम हो जाते हो एकाकार,
एकाकार
उसी खूबसूरती के साथ।
इसीलिए,
किसी के किरदार में
महकते फूलों को देखना कभी
तुम भी उनकी महक के साथ
खिल उठोगे।
खिल उठोगे
जैसे कोई कली खिलती है।

16/03/2021

"Who am I?" poetry by And (Parinita Borkakoty)

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Who am I?
Just a broken soul or
Searching for euphoria.
But let me tell you something,
Isn't "euphoria" such a fancy thing?
Where the society is running after money,
Just to find that euphoria.
You know why?
'Cause, they have stopped finding happiness in little things.
They often juxtapose money and happiness together,
Which is actually insane.
Our society should immensely
feel the happiness in small things.
Doesn't matter it's living or non-living.
But eventually, in a rush manner world is heading forward,
Just to please their greed for money.
And here am I standing still
Just to find me
away from the burden of greed.

15/03/2021

"Phoenix: A Regeneration" poetry by (Nikitha Bommakanti)

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She wanted to be unique but her appearance synced with the worldly description of beauty
Her over-optimism was excavated when she chose to step out of the house in the middle of the night
She promptly rejected his proposal of forever yet was offered an eternal mark
Her fragile body shivered on the sense of the garments stitched by her
The burns on her skin drenched in acid no longer hugged her back
But she never quit sewing neither did the tailoring machine flinched at her touch
The disgusted looks and continual gawking pinched her heart, aggravating the agony
Though people cringed, the culture of wearing ghoonghat made her look through the cloth with a different perspective
A new life awaiting her presence made the women survive fatal acid burns
Her skin impulsively cried on exposure to the world and sun
Yet she moved towards her passion with the sun burning within

12/03/2021

"The Golden Child" poetry by .N (Nahnah Najeeb)

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I see a sun-drenched chariot,
and you, the golden child,
bathed in the primrose garden,
tearing down walls of blood,

screaming from the belly of the earth,
you came, rising for the throne,
a mere flesh but an aching divine.

The clawing silence you behold
before your wails seize the night lingers
as a melody that is bound with your cradles.

I suppose your skin is burned with stardust
And you're waiting for the sky to call you back
so that you could unfold your story before the universe.

11/03/2021

"Lonely" poetry by ._.Whispers (Harsh*ta)

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Who says she's lonely?
She has got many friends.

She talks to the stars about
Unicorns and magic lamps,
And how someday, her Alladin
will pull her right through the balcony,
And take her on a magic trip.

She tells the sun about
Her dreams and aspirations,
And how, one day, she
Will achieve them all,
And shine bright, just like him.

Her little diary never gets tired,
Of listening to her rants about
How the man of her dreams
Smiled at her today,
And gave her butterflies.

The mirror in her room,
Holds back its laugh, as she
Pretends to be a super model,
And delivers a speech,
After winning a beauty contest.

The birds know her as a friend,
Who sings along with them,
and strikes the strings of her guitar,
The music, perfectly synced to the
beating of their hearts,
creating a beautiful chorus.

At the end of the day,
She goes to her pillow,
Who waits for her as a lover,
And takes her to land,
Where the birds can talk,
And the stars are not so far.

No, she isn't lonely,
But somedays, she feels
As if the world were collapsing,
And she needs a shoulder to
rest her head upon,
And cry out loud.

On nights when the stars
Hide behind the clouds,
And her pen runs out of ink,
she looks down the balcony,
To see vicious monsters,
Fear, anxiety and disappointment,
Disguised as her friends,
Welcoming her with open arms.

She wants to let her body go limp,
And fall into their embrace,
unaware, that it is a trap,
set to suck her soul out,
And devour it mercilessly.

That's right when she sees
A knight riding a white horse,
The bright light from his face
Illuminating everything around,
Burning the monsters with just a glare.
The knight, she knows him to be "hope",
Her old friend, her saviour.

10/03/2021

Attend the Workshop on Articles/Poetry/Writeups/Photographs, etc. submission guidelines on Moiramor Platform.

Timings: 8 PM, Sunday, 14 Mar 2021.
Speaker: Ankita Manna, Editor-in-Chief

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