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  • captainfatimahabiba 2d

    Don't follow the trend
    to be




    Create your own
    and be a suspect
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 2d

    #fragments #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork

    The tiny stars twinkling
    on a dark background
    The dew drops sprinkling
    pearls on playground
    The melodious plot echoing
    songs of nightingale
    The maiden beauties sewing
    some fairy tales
    Who says ugly and inferior
    is black
    Haven't they seen you, oh
    night?
    Eyes they hold, but to behold
    they lack
    You have never been a thing
    to fright
    Instead, you are a home to moon
    that men want to reach
    You are a home to hopes that
    dreams want to preach
    You are a home to the fragmented
    body of farmer
    Who when lays restlessly to take
    some rest
    You are a home to the fragmented
    soul of palmer
    Who when returns from holy land
    in spiritual quest
    © captainfatimahabiba

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    Night-
    a home to the fragmented
    body of farmer and to the
    fragmented soul of palmer.
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  • captainfatimahabiba 2w

    A Tale of Two Twenties(2020)

    It was the best of hopes
    It is the worst of time
    Savings swept with soaps
    Bread, no more prime

    It was to extend the territory
    It is being locked inside home
    Bankrupt stood bank & factory
    Another gloom by every gloam

    It was to discover the hidden
    It is to escape from unseen
    Economic giants turned debt ridden
    Fighting whatever it has been

    It was to store the drinking water
    It is to save the dying breath
    Scoffing seemed every laughter
    Being an echo of some wrath

    It was to fly above the sky
    It is to hear the crash
    Silenced every how and why,
    The blood and bodies' trash

    It was marked the worst of life
    It is not the middle yet
    Humanity and human still at strife
    Blind to the eyes, wet
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 2w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork


    Rain, ploughing and sunlight
    Farmer wants for crop to ripe
    Dawn, day and sun's sight
    Failure wants for gloom to wipe
    Not everytime, being bright is right
    We ought to break the stereotype
    Though mostly light enlightens too
    Yet sometimes it also snatches
    For instance beauty that is true
    Like of stars that darkness catches
    Rising sun brings one hope
    That who has, has everything
    But setting sun gives you rope
    To climb & grab what dreams bring
    Don't lose heart with wining night
    Fancy charms to draw luck arc
    Heard melodies you earned in light
    Now let unheard one itself spark
    © captainfatimahabiba


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    BREAKING STEREOTYPES

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  • captainfatimahabiba 2w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork


    Genuineness of talent, character
    and trade
    Have been and still is suffering
    from plague
    All true spirit has been gathered
    under the flag
    That made hollow man, hollow
    & is called humblebrag
    Saloons promising Helen like
    beauty
    By promoting before and after
    looks
    Clown production seems their
    duty
    That ladies approach by hook
    or crook
    Though some pursue treatment,
    most expensive
    But humblebraging doesn't let
    it be disclosed
    So beauty is told quite natural,
    comprehensive
    And the beautician's hard work
    stays enclosed
    Trait keeps moving being slow
    and stead
    Above from gender , age and
    place
    As everywhere quoted, men are
    one step ahead
    Especially when matter becomes
    of grace
    Childhood fights, they equate
    with war of Trojan
    Call themselves a storm that
    spares no one
    But a barking dog mutes their
    humblebrag slogan
    Only stunt they show is to
    infinitely run
    This worm then equally is found
    in the rich
    Whose posts you read with location
    of Paris
    With every breath almost, profile
    picture they switch
    However it could be the different
    angles on terrace
    Humblebrag here appears with
    a twist
    A place once visited, they visit
    not again
    Keep arms upright for the watch
    on wrist
    But I wish none sees them when
    they do bargain
    Humbly to be welcomed now is
    Journalism
    Students of which predict the
    predictions
    To unfold the hidden, is true
    professionalism
    But public admiration becomes
    the addiction
    Every second news channel that
    is tuned
    Broadcasts table talks and live
    talk shows
    Humblebraging the rating, no matter
    truth is ruined
    And feather like currencies overweight
    heaviest vows
    ©captainfatimahabiba


    (#pod, thy fame is humblebrag, perhaps������, #laughter_therapy)

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    Humblebrag
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  • captainfatimahabiba 2w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork

    "A MAN IS KNOWN BY THE COMPANY HE KEEPS." But not every company we owe, is a matter of our choice. We can choose our friends but not the culture in which we are brought up. Our thinking and perception is filtered through the lenses of our culture. Things are not the carrier of meanings either positive or negative but the context colours them so. The quote I read in school :-

    "Two men look out of the same bar,
    One sees mud and one looks stars."

    I see the reflection of my idea in it, as I hear the echoes from the words that my university professor used to quote:-

    'Cultural influence is the strongest among others such as religious, social, racial, political and national etc, in one's life because "CULTURE IS NEVER PREACHED BUT ALWAYS PRACTISED."
    © captainfatimahabiba

    #ullu_ka_pathhaa (owl's son) is an abusive remark that is used to highlight one's stupidity.

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    WISE OWL (in Western world)




    Vs



    ULLU KA PATHHAA (in eastern/sub-continental world)
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  • captainfatimahabiba 3w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork #illusion

    Reminder of downfall at the time
    of peak
    Wish for power at a time we are
    weak
    Alarm of disease at the time of
    good health
    Warning of bankruptcy at a time
    we owe wealth
    Miracle of hope at the time of
    despair
    Mishap of defeat at a time we
    can dare
    This all seems nothing but an
    ILLUSION
    Until it's echoed in advice and
    tales
    But once it's yours, you echo
    back in effusion
    To record your state, everything
    fails
    Everyone alone is self partnered
    in seclusion
    Paradox is common in everyone's
    life
    At time of departure, arrives the
    conclusion
    Like silky and sharp union of
    butter knife
    ©captainfatimahabiba

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    Fiction writes Illusion,
    Fate translates it.
    Reader decodes fact,
    While writer encodes myth.
    © captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 3w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite @mirakee @writersnetwork

    Philosophy owes solid debate
    Like sciences follow logic
    Separated by a single trait
    Pen makes real what seems magic
    It's a spirit in writer's soul
    It's an idea in author's mind
    It's all ahead what's his goal
    It's all past, he left behind
    It's not the number of pages,
    that the calendar turns
    It's instead the nectar of ages,
    that he drips and learns
    It's not the time this time,
    that decides who is old
    It's perhaps the rhyme,
    that worths more than gold
    It's a tiny nib which he swirls,
    that whole globe is rotated
    It's an oyster to matchless pearls,
    that inside nib are located
    It's not the cloud to be on sky,
    that it happens rain
    It's a shower from the eye,
    that strikes the brain
    It's though every human being,
    that reality can relate
    It's yet only writer's seeing,
    that imagination can create
    ©captainfatimahabiba

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    Of being an Artist

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  • captainfatimahabiba 3w

    "BEAUTY IS TRUTH, TRUTH BEAUTY." That's true because truth never changes and so is the genuine beauty.
    There's another truth we heard from our elders and actors that "EYES SPEAK THE TRUTH AND NEVER LIE'", true that because they have a constant expression in form of tears that the eyes shed when we fill the lap in the beginning and when at the end we got to fill the graves, though the ears get it differently, as laughters, earlier and as groans, later thus approving thr validity of another dictum i.e. "THE HEARD CAN BE DENIED YET NOT THE SEEN."
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 3w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite

    The electronic media is though producing the comic actions in abundance but the printed wit has been vanishing and correct me if I am wrong, hasn't the literature itself made #tragedies , divine and grand and sublime while marking the humour as a second name of #sarcasm ? Or perhaps the tears that make hearts heavy weigh way more than the laughters that lighten the mind. #tears are inevitable, they fill the eyes when we fill the lap for the first time and they still are there when we fill our graves at the end.Nature always accompanies and thus grief is in the Air, perhaps.
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    Grief is in the Air

    Relieves me not anything, narcotic
    Suffering from a literary confusion
    Plot and thoughts become osmotic
    Tragic ink follows a flow in diffusion
    Our pens are under a spell, hypnotic
    Recording the history of shared illusion
    Madden to reform the world, psychotic
    Where anger only, grows in profusion
    Redness of blood stains the rose, erotic
    Once in a blue moon is comic intrusion
    Comedy by words in this world is exotic
    For smiles are seldom & laughter, delusion
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 3w

    I wish to wish something worth wishing for

    I wish we could wake up once
    Before we go to eternal sleep
    I wish we could wait once
    Before we make judgement deep
    I wish we could express once
    Before we acted being so brave
    I wish we could feel mud once
    Before we wear that on our grave
    I wish we could share once
    Before we get all it reserved
    I wish we could struggle once
    Before we get what we deserved
    I wish we could value once
    Before we are going to lose
    I wish we could empathize once
    Before we wear the other's shoes
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 4w

    #visualize #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite

    Having been blessed with eyes
    You preferred to look at my goggles

    Having been blessed with ears
    You chose to hear my single goodbye


    Having been blessed with tongue
    You preferred to comment at my acts

    Having been blessed with nose
    You chose to smell my perfumes

    Having been blessed with hands
    You preferred to give a sarcastic clap

    But....

    Having been blessed with eyes
    You couldn't see the tears underneath

    Having been blessed with ears
    You couldn't listen the countless Hi

    Having been blessed with tongue
    You could not ask the reasons

    Having been blessed with nose
    You could not smell the incense

    Having been blessed with hands
    You could not hold me back
    © captainfatimahabiba

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  • captainfatimahabiba 4w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite


    Just came across this survivor's scene that @ghaafil detected me with a wish to pen my pain out of it....... honestly I can't.... justtt for a second, Keeping aside all the political and personal difference think and put our own child or sibling here ..... it is a pic from BBC documentary on survivors of air strike from Syria... this child�������� (link is in my bio)
    May the humanity learn serenity, Aameen Summ Aameen.
    Tag the ones you think and add these innocent beings in PraYerS.

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    One world is yours
    Where you know to attack
    Vine in merry pours
    And white rules the black
    Where science marks progress
    In race of who is super power
    It carrired on until and unless
    Arrived what is in current hour
    Before this unseen invader
    Badly failed your every trick
    Markets kicked every trader
    Recovery itself gone sick
    Those who owed a promise
    To accompany down in grave
    It made the fate astonish
    When cough fled the brave
    But even still you owe some bliss
    In mansion, hut, tent or cave
    Flavors on tongue & forehead kiss
    Stay home and stay safe

    And

    One world is mine
    Where I'm ignorant of defence
    Hopes are all divine
    To seek a shelter from offence
    Since the birth from baby bed
    I heard not words but shrieks
    The only color I've seen is red
    Blood on skin & grave's peaks
    The unseen enemy you're fighting
    Shows me some signs of refuge
    From gigantic weapons, frightening
    Stopping which, you all refuse
    Stay inside home? I've no home!
    Stop preaching me the care
    I am stranded all alone
    While practicing every fear
    I was too young to know
    What does promise mean
    But I let my dear ones go
    So safe they could've been
    ©captainfatimahabiba

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    Ours are Worlds, different

  • captainfatimahabiba 5w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite


    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite


    Poverty made him labourer
    Luxury, turned into gambler
    Life tasted differently though
    Yet he was paid, fast or slow
    But there is a laborer in every home
    A being like bees, maintaining comb
    It's only she who knows labour pain
    An everlasting labour, is whose gain
    Working all time, twenty four over seven
    Beneath whose foot, stands the heaven
    Neither well recognition, nor any pay
    Eve or event, she has duties any way
    Mother, mama, ammi, maa, mom
    Only she does not vary with norm
    ©captainfatimahabiba

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  • captainfatimahabiba 5w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite


    You are surely the cynosure,
    Keeping the life, alive
    By generating the generations
    Experiencing that hasn't been
    born yet
    Listening that hasn't been
    spoken yet
    Performing what hasn't been
    thought yet
    Forgetting the wishes when
    close to get
    Smiling the lips with eyes
    even wet
    Watching a dawn after the sun
    has set
    Surely, it's SHE, the YOU of this
    verse
    And perhaps the cynosure of this
    universe
    ©captainfatimahabiba

    Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost������
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    The Cynosure

  • captainfatimahabiba 5w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #raven63 #yaminiread #writerstolli #pod #readwriteunite

    The stupidity of man can be measured on the scale of his inability to differentiate between the differences that actually matter.
    The most important bond of one's life is tied minding the social and class difference that cannot guard it from breaking due to what worths indeed i.e. difference of opinion.
    And yet another is between beauty and grooming. We sick beings judge and reject a mediocre yet genuine beauty that even withstands the never stopping time in favour of fabricated and temporary grooming that cannot withstand a single splash of water.
    ©captainfatimahabiba

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    Choose a right difference.
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  • captainfatimahabiba 6w

    FOSSIL

    Though the seasons outside
    Are switching like they do
    Spring blooming summers,
    Autumn breeding winters
    But the season inside me
    Seems to have forgotten that
    It's supposed to be changed too,
    There resides a permanent winter
    The season of death and gloom,
    They say it brings the doom,
    To those who owe a weakened part
    There's coldness inside me,
    Coldness like of water under titanic
    That rescues not but swallows,
    And rain of unseen tears falls
    Speeding the ongoing storm in there
    Haunting winds of your voice cross
    From ears that now listen no more
    Snow keeps falling to bury the gone
    The one who still lives outside there
    Experiencing well all the seasons
    Repenting not emotional treason
    Whose sight resurrects my memory
    And it presents me a fossil then
    Whom mind says as extinct
    But heart sees as endangered
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • geniuskwesi 6w

    I don't promise myself anything anymore. All I ever seek is to do something astonishing I've never done before every single day of my life.


    ©geniuskwesi

  • captainfatimahabiba 6w

    Someone held me tight
    Dreaming a future, bright
    Flying with joy at height
    Claiming love at first sight
    Though I bade bye
    Still awaited is reply

    So listen...

    Oh darling!

    If so is your will,
    So do I will
    But let me make you know
    Once your wish is granted then
    You may beg for no
    For love is like the ignorance
    You touch and bloom is gone
    Eternally alone you would be
    The fact is rather known
    So,
    Will still you will?
    ©captainfatimahabiba

  • captainfatimahabiba 7w

    GO ECLECTIC

    Only dead are stopped and still
    Alive every being stays dynamic
    Perfection follows constant drill
    Let's begin to think to go eclectic

    Let us be partially like summer
    Just to keep our spirit warm
    Learning like an eternal new comer
    Never being too hot to burn or harm

    Let us be partially like winter
    Just to keep our anger cold
    Not to deal emotions like splinter
    Relations rather to be tightly hold

    Let us be partially like spring
    To keep blooming smile everyday
    Working hard to always bring
    Something good from bad any way

    Let us be partially like autumn
    To shed off past that aches us
    Burying the gone beyond bottom
    Bading bye to the pains and fuss

    Let us be partially like river
    Marking the life within & around
    Strength of storm when may shiver
    Irrigating hope on infertile ground

    Let us be partially like desert
    That does possses the oasis
    Rescue right in mid of hazard
    Defeat and forgive old nemesis

    Let us be partially like mountain
    Setting goals high with rising sun
    Endless effort to dig a fountain
    When every survivor began to shun

    Let us be partially like mother
    Knowing not how to get tired
    Selfless love like nobody other
    Until last breath, never retired

    Let us be partially like father
    An epitome of strength for good
    Standing always one step farther
    Whatever teaches, it's understood

    Let us be partially like sister
    Being a matchless secret keeper
    Lively looks and speed of twister
    Of your worries, who's a sweeper

    Let us be partially like brother
    Cares the most, expresses the least
    Fights away all things that bother
    Makes chores done with bribe of treat

    Let us be partially like child
    No past to mourn, no future to plan
    When it hurts, weeps so wild
    Binding together the whole clan

    Let us be partially like old
    Filtering the memories best
    Nectar of life in gist is told
    Each of us in world is guest
    ©captainfatimahabiba