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  • willow923 33w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    Interrogating four-year old Johnny.
    Murder, mystery and the evil within.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersofmirakee #marktalk

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    INSIDIOUS

    Well little Johnny,
    Is this your mother's, son?
    We found it by the river,
    The night they both left town;
    Now now little Johnny,
    Don't cry you young soul,
    Just tell us if she met your father,
    Before they buried the dog cold.

    ©lancymark

  • willow923 33w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
    -Sydney Carton (Charles Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities)

    Literature is full of gentlemen that I have always aspired to be. Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride and Prejudice) has always been a personal favorite, and after him, it's Carton and Howard Roark (The Fountainhead).

    Why Carton? A drunk, a scheming genius, he takes Lucie's husband's place on the gullitone to prove that he always loved her. For some reason you initially hate him, but the Tale of Two Cities would be nothing without Carton's ultimate sacrifice.

    It is those final prophetic lines uttered by Carton that shows Lucie rewarding his sacrifice by naming her son after him. I have read many a conclusion but this particular monologue is one of the finest in the world of literature. And trust me, it will make you cry.

    #mirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee

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    CARTON

    To show her his love,
    he died for her;
    To show him her love,
    she lived for him.

    ©lancymark

  • oceanofemotions 34w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    Live free, break the rules, give a damn, I don't care - well you ought to, especially when you have a knack of leaving a train of wreckage wherever you go, and whomever you meet.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #marktalk #readwriteunite #writersofmirakee

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    WILD

    I know you love your freedom, and you love to have your own way,
    But do be a little mindful, of those you wantonly betrayed,
    Of the wreck you left behind, of those you knowingly did hurt.

    ©lancymark

  • oceanofemotions 34w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
    -Sydney Carton (Charles Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities)

    Literature is full of gentlemen that I have always aspired to be. Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride and Prejudice) has always been a personal favorite, and after him, it's Carton and Howard Roark (The Fountainhead).

    Why Carton? A drunk, a scheming genius, he takes Lucie's husband's place on the gullitone to prove that he always loved her. For some reason you initially hate him, but the Tale of Two Cities would be nothing without Carton's ultimate sacrifice.

    It is those final prophetic lines uttered by Carton that shows Lucie rewarding his sacrifice by naming her son after him. I have read many a conclusion but this particular monologue is one of the finest in the world of literature. And trust me, it will make you cry.

    #mirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee

    Read More

    CARTON

    To show her his love,
    he died for her;
    To show him her love,
    she lived for him.

    ©lancymark

  • writersnetwork 34w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    700+ FOLLOWERS!!!

    I should have done this a long time back as soon as I got 300 followers -which sprang up to 500 and now stands at 700+.
    Before I go any further, I would like to dedicate this poem to each of my followers..

    #marktalk #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersofmirakee

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    QUILL-INK-PAPER

    How will you be known,
    Remembered and cherished,
    When they taunt you my friend,
    For those verses ill-nourished?

    How will you fight,
    What is extinct, indolent,
    When they call you a writer,
    With no inherent talent?

    What will you do,
    When they say all this is crap,
    For you know not to rhyme,
    Or write things that last?

    Well, courage my friend,
    Trudge faithfully on,
    For when adversity beckons,
    We writers are born.

    ©lancymark



    MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!

    No this ain't a farewell speech. But I think it's high time I started acknowledging all those who've made my journey on Mirakee a memorable one.

    To all the 700+, a big thank you for following, appreciating and commenting on what I write.

    If I have to start thanking people, I must go back to June-July 2016 - that's when I began writing my first 75 posts. Batman, Hindiwriters, Muskaan Yaqoob, Writersparadise, Writersnetwork, Soulwriter, AngelsandDemons - Thank you for appreciating the rather sombre thoughts of this dodo.

    Alan - the main reason why I began my second stint on Mirakee last December: If it weren't for you and your encouragement, I would have always remained 'MLS' and not the 'LancyMark' everyone knows today.

    And then there's my fellow collaborators and conspirators - Natasha and Asma. Thank you for believing in me and bearing with my idiosyncrasies...

    Next up the list would be my manual spell checker and irritating little brother, Anant. Lol! I keep scolding you all the time! Hahaha! Love you a lot.

    Abhinav, Shivam, Sanjay, Snigdha, Anukriti, Trishi, Prabha, Aria, Anis, Carolyn, a doctor with wings, Archana, Priya - I love you all - Mi Amigos and Familia on Mirakee.

    There are many with whom I have had a verbal spat (my apologies) and there are many who have inspired me - thank you for helping me grow in wit and wisdom.. and grammar too.

    I think I have missed out a lot of names.. grrr.... Gajini Mark hahaha! Someone buy me a Polaroid camera.. atleast gift me one!

    Now, coming to the topic of favourites; Thank you again for mentioning my name though I havent always returned the favour in kind - mainly because I don't want to hurt anyone by selecting a few and neglecting the others. My apologies.

    So does that mean I don't have my favourites? You bet I do! I look for consistency and that's the main reason why I keep following and unfollowing writers here.

    And when it comes to consistency, I think I have found just one person who keeps astonishing me and making me feel envious all the time - more on that later.

    There are a few of you who have written poems on me. I'm honoured and forever grateful. I feel so proud at times that I go and show mom those write ups and tell her she ought to start treating me like a king - and whenever I do that, she either makes me cook dinner or burdens me with housework, mopping or sweeping (sigh).

    I know this is getting too long (no wonder no one invites me as a guest speaker anywhere.. sigh again) so let me end by saying this:

    Though I don't follow you all (guilty as charged), I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your continued support, likes and comments. Mirakee has always made me feel special and I remain grateful for the same.

    Once again, Merci Beaucoup mes amis!������

    -Mark Lancy Sebastian

  • lancymark 34w

    700+ FOLLOWERS!!!

    I should have done this a long time back as soon as I got 300 followers -which sprang up to 500 and now stands at 700+.
    Before I go any further, I would like to dedicate this poem to each of my followers..

    #marktalk #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersofmirakee

    Read More

    QUILL-INK-PAPER

    How will you be known,
    Remembered and cherished,
    When they taunt you my friend,
    For those verses ill-nourished?

    How will you fight,
    What is extinct, indolent,
    When they call you a writer,
    With no inherent talent?

    What will you do,
    When they say all this is crap,
    For you know not to rhyme,
    Or write things that last?

    Well, courage my friend,
    Trudge faithfully on,
    For when adversity beckons,
    We writers are born.

    ©lancymark



    MERCI BEAUCOUP!!!

    No this ain't a farewell speech. But I think it's high time I started acknowledging all those who've made my journey on Mirakee a memorable one.

    To all the 700+, a big thank you for following, appreciating and commenting on what I write.

    If I have to start thanking people, I must go back to June-July 2016 - that's when I began writing my first 75 posts. Batman, Hindiwriters, Muskaan Yaqoob, Writersparadise, Writersnetwork, Soulwriter, AngelsandDemons - Thank you for appreciating the rather sombre thoughts of this dodo.

    Alan - the main reason why I began my second stint on Mirakee last December: If it weren't for you and your encouragement, I would have always remained 'MLS' and not the 'LancyMark' everyone knows today.

    And then there's my fellow collaborators and conspirators - Natasha and Asma. Thank you for believing in me and bearing with my idiosyncrasies...

    Next up the list would be my manual spell checker and irritating little brother, Anant. Lol! I keep scolding you all the time! Hahaha! Love you a lot.

    Abhinav, Shivam, Sanjay, Snigdha, Anukriti, Trishi, Prabha, Jassi, Aria, Anis, Carolyn, a doctor with wings, Archana, Priya - I love you all - Mi Amigos and Familia on Mirakee.

    There are many with whom I have had a verbal spat (my apologies) and there are many who have inspired me - thank you for helping me grow in wit and wisdom.. and grammar too.

    I think I have missed out a lot of names.. grrr.... Gajini Mark hahaha! Someone buy me a Polaroid camera.. atleast gift me one!

    Now, coming to the topic of favourites; Thank you again for mentioning my name though I havent always returned the favour in kind - mainly because I don't want to hurt anyone by selecting a few and neglecting the others. My apologies.

    So does that mean I don't have my favourites? You bet I do! I look for consistency and that's the main reason why I keep following and unfollowing writers here.

    And when it comes to consistency, I think I have found just one person who keeps astonishing me and making me feel envious all the time - more on that later.

    There are a few of you who have written poems on me. I'm honoured and forever grateful. I feel so proud at times that I go and show mom those write ups and tell her she ought to start treating me like a king - and whenever I do that, she either makes me cook dinner or burdens me with housework, mopping or sweeping (sigh).

    I know this is getting too long (no wonder no one invites me as a guest speaker anywhere.. sigh again) so let me end by saying this:

    Though I don't follow you all (guilty as charged), I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for your continued support, likes and comments. Mirakee has always made me feel special and I remain grateful for the same.

    Once again, Merci Beaucoup mes amis!������

    -Mark Lancy Sebastian

  • readwriteunite 37w

    SECRETS

    The tree was to be envied,
    For it grew by the river side,
    A darling of the masses,
    The sun in it did abide,
    Its leaves were all green and happy,
    And the weather a faithful ally,
    In such bliss did it exist,
    Unlike the shadow devouring at its feet.

    To its right lay a small shrub,
    That suffered in much neglect,
    It offered none fruit and shelter,
    Much to the tree’s regret,
    They had once grown together,
    And had since parted ways,
    They silently bore dark secrets,
    Too dark for their own graves.

    ©lancymark

  • anne_verse 37w

    SECRETS

    The tree was to be envied,
    For it grew by the river side,
    A darling of the masses,
    The sun in it did abide,
    Its leaves were all green and happy,
    And the weather a faithful ally,
    In such bliss did it exist,
    Unlike the shadow devouring at its feet.

    To its right lay a small shrub,
    That suffered in much neglect,
    It offered none fruit and shelter,
    Much to the tree’s regret,
    They had once grown together,
    And had since parted ways,
    They silently bore dark secrets,
    Too dark for their own graves.

    ©lancymark

  • writers_paradise 37w

    SECRETS

    The tree was to be envied,
    For it grew by the river side,
    A darling of the masses,
    The sun in it did abide,
    Its leaves were all green and happy,
    And the weather a faithful ally,
    In such bliss did it exist,
    Unlike the shadow devouring at its feet.

    To its right lay a small shrub,
    That suffered in much neglect,
    It offered none fruit and shelter,
    Much to the tree’s regret,
    They had once grown together,
    And had since parted ways,
    They silently bore dark secrets,
    Too dark for their own graves.

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 37w

    DOPE

    I swallowed a pill,
    Felt damn right once more,
    They gave me a prick,
    How I danced on my little toes!

    I felt shallow again,
    So I popped another pill,
    Now I'm loved by them all,
    I feel so damn in-vin-ci-ble!

    My head's in a haze,
    Spinning stars catch me cold,
    You should try one of these pills,
    And snort till you die of an overdose.

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 37w

    Child Marriage

    "India has the highest number of child brides in the world. It is estimated that 47% of girls in India are married before their 18th birthday, and 18% before they turn 15."

    -UNICEF’s State of the World’s Children 2016

    #mirakee #marktalk #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #writersofmirakee

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    SINDOOR

    They took away my childhood,
    Married me at the age of five,
    The day I started bleeding,
    They sent me to be his wife.

    ©lancymark

  • drop_a_line 37w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    The Greeks regarded the crow as a white bird initially. But the white crow gave Apollo some bad news and the Greek God of Prophecy, light and music, turned it black as a mark of displeasure.

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersofmirakee #marktalk #greekmyths

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    THE CROW

    The crow shall caw,
    Keep secrets to herself,
    Stay wise and strive,
    Forfeiting all help.
    She was once white - the Greeks do say,
    Apollonian favourite, seeker of His light,
    Until one day, she bore the God bad news,
    That he in anger, turned her into dark night.
    And for ages to come,
    Scorned would be the crow,
    Harbinger of spells,
    Ominous as black soot.

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 37w

    "It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known."
    -Sydney Carton (Charles Dickens: A Tale of Two Cities)

    Literature is full of gentlemen that I have always aspired to be. Fitzwilliam Darcy (Pride and Prejudice) has always been a personal favorite, and after him, it's Carton and Howard Roark (The Fountainhead).

    Why Carton? A drunk, a scheming genius, he takes Lucie's husband's place on the gullitone to prove that he always loved her. For some reason you initially hate him, but the Tale of Two Cities would be nothing without Carton's ultimate sacrifice.

    It is those final prophetic lines uttered by Carton that shows Lucie rewarding his sacrifice by naming her son after him. I have read many a conclusion but this particular monologue is one of the finest in the world of literature. And trust me, it will make you cry.

    #mirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee

    Read More

    CARTON

    To show her his love,
    he died for her;
    To show him her love,
    she lived for him.

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 37w

    The Greeks regarded the crow as a white bird initially. But the white crow gave Apollo some bad news and the Greek God of Prophecy, light and music, turned it black as a mark of displeasure.

    #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersofmirakee #marktalk #greekmyths

    Read More

    THE CROW

    The crow shall caw,
    Keep secrets to herself,
    Stay wise and strive,
    Forfeiting all help.
    She was once white - the Greeks do say,
    Apollonian favourite, seeker of His light,
    Until one day, she bore the God bad news,
    That he in anger, turned her into dark night.
    And for ages to come,
    Scorned would be the crow,
    Harbinger of spells,
    Ominous as black soot.

    ©lancymark

  • writersnetwork 37w

    SOLITARY

    There lies upon a shelf,
    A solitary broken heart,
    It has a caption too,
    That reads "He loved way too much."

    ©lancymark

  • willow923 37w

    SOLITARY

    There lies upon a shelf,
    A solitary broken heart,
    It has a caption too,
    That reads "He loved way too much."

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 37w

    A foetus is soulless. Well think about it again.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #readwriteunite #marktalk #abortion #writersofmirakee

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    THE LIVING

    They say it's a crime to kill a living soul,
    Why then dear mother did you me so abort?

    I was the life whom God chose for your womb,
    I knew not yet my father but in you I found a home;

    They think I'm lifeless but I can sense and feel:
    Breathe and understand and know what you think;

    I thought you'd be happy when you heard that I exist,
    Little did I know that I was conceived as a mistake;

    Do you know dear mother how much I did weep?
    Being helpless with no limbs to kick and with you plead?

    It scared me so much when I heard what you planned to do,
    To abort and kill me, like you did with the previous two;

    Please dont do this dear mother, please hear your child's plea,
    Let me grow up some more, and I'll be what you please;

    But you won't listen dear mother, for I'm a tumour that you've now bred,
    It's only fear that rules you, and for this I must ingress;

    I lay there so helpless, crying many an unseen tear,
    Weary with anguish that you couldn't love me, my mother dear;

    And then came the day when you popped in the pill,
    To kill me dear mother, to kill me at will;

    Yet I clung on to life for I wanted to feel loved,
    But you panicked dear mother and wished I'd soon come out;

    At last it was the forceps that flushed me from your womb,
    Vacuumed and dissected, my fate finally entombed;

    Do you know dear mother what pain I went through,
    When they tore me into pieces, me all red burning blue?

    Do you know dear mother I was alive and breathing when,
    They ripped me and killed me, just to make you smile again?

    ©lancymark

  • willow923 37w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    The Darfur Genocide - for the dreams been dreamt and the lives that were lost.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite

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    CLEANSED

    What shall I dream of but tonight,
    When in nightmares they force me to reside?

    Where shall I go but for this night,
    When they've taken my family, and had them massacred?

    Whom shall I trust in just tonight,
    When all over here do guns and machetes hide?

    What must I hope for but tonight,
    When I don't know if I'll live to see the harsh daylight?

    What must I dream of but tonight...

    ©lancymark

  • surajn007 38w

    Originally posted by : @lancymark
    The Darfur Genocide - for the dreams been dreamt and the lives that were lost.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite

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    CLEANSED

    What shall I dream of but tonight,
    When in nightmares they force me to reside?

    Where shall I go but for this night,
    When they've taken my family, and had them massacred?

    Whom shall I trust in just tonight,
    When all over here do guns and machetes hide?

    What must I hope for but tonight,
    When I don't know if I'll live to see the harsh daylight?

    What must I dream of but tonight...

    ©lancymark

  • lancymark 38w

    The Darfur Genocide - for the dreams been dreamt and the lives that were lost.

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #marktalk #readwriteunite

    Read More

    CLEANSED

    What shall I dream of but tonight,
    When in nightmares they force me to reside?

    Where shall I go but for this night,
    When they've taken my family, and had them massacred?

    Whom shall I trust in just tonight,
    When all over here do guns and machetes hide?

    What must I hope for but tonight,
    When I don't know if I'll live to see the harsh daylight?

    What must I dream of but tonight...

    ©lancymark