Get Inspired But Do Not Copy.

Infusing, string after string

A thousand chapters,

A thousand more words

In you, 'the better one'.

Where I'll come back to read

Time and again

Snippets of life,

And you'll still be the same
My world, my Mirage.

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How disheartening it is to see the work which you have honestly crafted with your own thoughts and emotions being used by somebody else publicly, without due credits or permission...even if it is an iota of all.  And what is more hurtful is the fact that being too polite, your self-conscience wouldn't allow you to speak up and clear things out.

It sucks! Big time. >_<

Being an ardent writer, I've always been aware of the writing ethics and like every other blogger, plagiarism is dealt with a big no. Due credits are given to every little piece which I take from any external source. It isn't so hard. Trust me! But why do some people, being a writer themselves popularize the opposite by copy-pasting stuff from their fellow bloggers' blog? Are you insensitive or busy pretending that you don't know anything? Huh...grow up and get a life, ape. (Talking to the concerned ones)

Mirage is like a part of me where I can be read, where I enjoy being read by my little blog family. Snatching  away this part of me and projecting it to be yours shall not be tolerated any further. If you're the concerned one, take this very seriously.

Because FYI, I'm mute by choice. Period.

Drapes of Faith.

I sneak in

The drapes of faith

Veiling with elegance

The delicate hints of our breaths

Come, talk to me here

The sadness of yesterday

And ugly marks of the past

Entomb them

With that mischief

Glimmering in your eyes.

Talk to me

Over a cup of tea

All day long,

And all night too

Within the drapes of faith

Where I sneaked in.

Speak of those amber evenings

Laced with innocence and joy

When we laughed

Carelessly on the swings,

Of the gorgeous rain

When you told me I look beautiful,

Of the pink-orange notebook

And the picture of you

Safely stored

Narrate me the thoughts of Rumi

That poem which I adore

The one,

Which brought tears along.

Narrate me the words

Those were penned

Under the February sun

Fill crevices

With the moments, the desires

Which are secretly fading,

With the forgotten love

Like the love of color lavender,

Of the smell of dampened old places

And of those crazy, random songs.

Then again, for one more time

Talk to me,

Over a cup of tea

Within the drapes of faith

Where we sneaked in.

Prompt : PRIDE.

infinite sparkles
in awe
gaze at the night's pride

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It's a 5-2-5 Haiku.
Written for : Prompt #Pride at Haiku Heights
Picture Source

unflappably

on daisy's lap

sleepy moth

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I've started to experiment other forms of Haiku. This one is structured in 4-4-3 pattern of syllables.

Fallen in love with this art all over again! Thank you Google for being the best guide.