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Divya Kulkarni

The words used in my poem with their meanings : 1.Cosagach - cosy 2.Halcyonated - denoting a period that was happy 3.Resfeber - restless race of traveller's heart before journey begins 4.Nefelibated - a cloud walker 5.Carpe diem - enjoy life at present 6.Oneirataxic - inability to distinguish fantasy and reality 7.Phantasmagoric - sequence of real or imaginary things

An amazing experience

Sitting in the Gryffindor common room,
I felt cosagach near the fireplace,
We halcyonated our precious moments with our family,
But resfeber creeped in when I nefelibated
my final battle with Voldemort,
My friends said, "Carpe diem, Divya! " and
brought me back to earth and we continued to play
wizard chess in our common room,
I was laughing with my friends practising some
spells and pranking the juniors when suddenly
everything started fading,
I felt onerataxic and couldn't understand anything,
It was such a phantasmagoric dream and
I was so confused on getting up,
Paroxysm of anemoia was felt as I fernwehed
for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
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The words used in my poem with their meanings :
1.Cosagach - cosy
2.Halcyonated - denoting a period that was happy
3.Resfeber - restless race of traveller's heart before journey begins
4.Nefelibated - a cloud walker
5.Carpe diem - enjoy life at present
6.Oneirataxic - inability to distinguish fantasy and reality
7.Phantasmagoric - sequence of real or imaginary things

Divya Kulkarni🐿️

The words used in my poem with their meanings : 1.Cosagach - cosy 2.Halcyonated - denoting a period that was happy 3.Resfeber - restless race of traveller's heart before journey begins 4.Nefelibated - a cloud walker 5.Carpe diem - enjoy life at present 6.Oneirataxic - inability to distinguish fantasy and reality 7.Phantasmagoric - sequence of real or imaginary things

marmalade ツ

For a better read : I took on my journey with fastened seat belts and music on - the retros of 90s tingled my ears. I set on my journey in the evening amidst the pink and yellow hues of the sky blended with the crimson rays of the

I took on my journey with fastened
seat belts and music on - the retros
of 90s tingled my ears. I set
on my journey in the evening amidst
the pink and yellow hues of the sky
blended with the crimson rays of the
setting Sun. By and by, the sky turned
grim and who came to my rescue was
the silver sphere of scars accompanied
by his courtiers called the stars. I went
on the roads of words where a bumper
obstacled my way but then the rain came
to embellish my window with the calmness
of verses, joining to form poetries. The
darkness indeed threatened me
for a while, but the dance of the fireflies,
the song of the wheels of my vehicle and
several souls whom I met on my way
ignited a spark of courage.
Lo! I forgot the way and was lost in the
maze of shadows. It was only with
the first beam of sunshine that the memories
of clouded thoughts vanished and I went
on & on to reach the destination of my dream,
a place which lies not in this sky
but under this sky -
on the paths of words & worlds.
Leading to eternity.
For a better read :

I took on my journey with fastened
seat belts and music on - the retros
of 90s tingled my ears. I set
on my journey in the evening amidst
the pink and yellow hues of the sky
blended with the crimson rays of the

marmalade ツ

Phrases used : 1. To the chirp of the birds 2. My door like thieves 3. Shapes of dragons and candies 4. The never identified 5. Flowing down from my eyes 6. The beautiful flashbacks

Lo! Look around you. Aren't you the one? Phrases used :

1. To the chirp of the birds
2. My door like thieves
3. Shapes of dragons and candies
4. The never identified
5. Flowing down from my eyes
6. The beautiful flashbacks

marmalade ツ

For a better read : I wander not as lonely as clouds but as peacefully as the undulating waves, never does my love halts like the frozen stars but shifts from the love pools in summers to the decourous soul of hills, from

I wander not as lonely as clouds but
as peacefully as the undulating waves,
never does my love halts
like the frozen stars but shifts from
the love pools in summers to
the decourous soul of hills, from
the beauty unlined amidst cocoons
of butterflies to the unidentified indent
of the earthworms in the soil, breaking
down lumps of soil
for the tree's roots to breath, freely.

The dew of the grass penetrates deep
within my cloistered heart and
provides solitude cum joy as
of the castle in Spain.
I touch the trunk of the century-old tree
which resides in front of my home,
it looks at me with copper eyes
and smiles by unfolding its bud.

Each ray of the Sun, the scars
of the Moon, the petrichor of the rain,
the dance of the clouds,
song of the birds, the symphony
of river water, the cuddling of worms,
the falling of leaves - all of it
has become an addictive regimen
of mine. Amidst nature. With nature.
In Mother Nature. For a better read :

I wander not as lonely as clouds but
as peacefully as the undulating waves,
never does my love halts
like the frozen stars but shifts from
the love pools in summers to
the decourous soul of hills, from

marmalade ツ

Rain and Seas and Me. #theunsungquill #Mruniqverse #Msuniqverse #MrnMsuniqverse #cheekycrushers #yqclsp

Amidst the blue-black hues of the threatening sky
with the golden lightning striking the soil,
I saw a dancing peacock so nigh -
Ah! So it's time to unravel the umbrella's coil.
When this storm ensued, it destroyed livings
and ruined beings and savings, yet
see the beauty of creativity of nature -
the worst storms call
the most beautiful winged - creature.
What matters is the way you look,
all have some hidden beautiful secrets.

The sea conceals secrets in its depths
where humans have never been,
the beauty within which remains unseen.
'It teaches a life lesson too', my mum says,
'Never stop in the middle perceiving it's the end
for when you reach the end, you wish to begin again.' Rain and Seas and Me.

#theunsungquill
#Mruniqverse
#Msuniqverse
#MrnMsuniqverse
#cheekycrushers
#yqclsp

marmalade ツ

For a better read : I stand on the terrace only to realise that something pulls on my dress. I'm not used to paroxysm but felt a sudden urge to do something. To fly may be. The fernweh once again filled my inner self and phantasmagoria of my ukiyo appears before my eyes with faces blurred

I stand on the terrace only to realise that
something pulls on my dress. I'm not used to
paroxysm but felt a sudden urge to do something.
To fly may be. The fernweh once again filled my
inner self and phantasmagoria of my ukiyo
appears before my eyes with faces blurred
and time unknown. The anemoia finally dropped off
in the form of liquid. The gale brought with it
a hygge which somewhat calmed my rushing soul
by blowing off the tears. His Majesty looked
upon me from above. Ha! May be I don't even know
the b of badassery and oneirataxia takes over
my uncontrollable mind so often that sophrosyne
is but a dream to me. I see stars forming
constellations - I recognise one but forgot the name.
Mysa looks upon me, I think. Decided.
It's better to be a nefelibata than nefarious.
The inner me, a different one - finally calls
the outer me, a difficult one and the journey
from querencia to quiescence begins. Resfeber?
Indeed. Closing my eyes, I finally find myself
in paradise, also called my mother's lap. For a better read :

I stand on the terrace only to realise that
something pulls on my dress. I'm not used to
paroxysm but felt a sudden urge to do something.
To fly may be. The fernweh once again filled my
inner self and phantasmagoria of my ukiyo
appears before my eyes with faces blurred

marmalade ツ

For a better read : The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow, unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful. The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often blowed off from the surfaces where the smell

The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow,
unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected
but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful.
The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often
blowed off from the surfaces where the smell
of masterpieces once used to settle.
The beauty I see is in the bubbles in the bucket
and not only in the seven colours of the rainbow
embellishing the sky after every rain.
The beauty I see is in the sweaty faces of the labourers
on the construction site. The beauty in my eyes
is the momento of truth and not of overrated words,
enlarging themselves into sentences of difficult
and different meanings. The bouquet of lilies
is as beautiful as the roses growing in the
orchard of all houses and homes.
The beauty that a poet sees lies not only
in his own poetry but also in the stories
and sonnets and haikus of all those
who not only call themselves a poet
but are a genuine one, from heart.
Genuine beauty is the reflection of truth
and not a shadow of fallacy. For a better read :

The beauty I see lies in the unheard calls of the crow,
unlike the cuckoo - it is always neglected
but a song from heart and a poem from happiness is equally beautiful.
The beauty I see lies in the dust which is so often
blowed off from the surfaces where the smell

marmalade ツ

For a better read : Scintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars Countless pages have been digested by her heart. A silent soul, satisfied with her solitude's company, Rivulets of words flow through her forlorn seas while Loving the moon and the rain are her two pastimes. Earnest in her looks and ebullient in her thoughts, not

S cintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars
C ountless pages have been digested by her heart.
A silent soul, satisfied with her solitude's company,
R ivulets of words flow through her forlorn seas while
L oving the moon and the rain are her two pastimes.
E arnest in her looks and ebullient in her thoughts, not
T otally does she worship truth but tries to, the
S mell of old books is her elixir. She is
H idden behind her tangled curls, happy in her daydreams
A nd her heaven would climb down when she's no more a dreamer. For a better read :

Scintillating stars do not shine in her window but scars
Countless pages have been digested by her heart.
A silent soul, satisfied with her solitude's company,
Rivulets of words flow through her forlorn seas while
Loving the moon and the rain are her two pastimes.
Earnest in her looks and ebullient in her thoughts, not

Shiki

For better read :- Not only in butterflies but also in moths the beauty lies, From the smell of flowers to every cell of plant Even in an ant and a caterpillar, nature or a human I see beauty

Not only in butterflies but also
in moths the beauty lies,
From the smell of flowers to every
cell of plant
Even in an ant and a caterpillar,
nature or a human I see beauty

There's no need to cover thr face
with makeup,
But instead the beauty I feel in
the eyes full of truth
A heart with kindness and a brain
with happiness.

A sky covered with stars and a
beautiful moon,
A messy drawing with alot of colors
A baby's dirty face with a staisfactory
smile
A mom's angry face with alot of
worries Here where I feel the beauty. For better read :-

Not only in butterflies but also
in moths the beauty lies,
From the smell of flowers to every
cell of plant
Even in an ant and a caterpillar,
nature or a human I see beauty