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  • my_cup_of_poetry 5h

    @mirakee the drafts shouldn't be limited :(

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 1w

    When do you know that
    you have fallen out of love?

    When you wake up every morning
    To realise that you will never see
    that familiar face beside you,
    When you stop counting the days
    You heard him last,
    When the calendar is unknown
    About your span of separation,
    Or when that face fades a little more
    In the heap of memories and tears,

    When do you know that you
    are still in love?

    Maybe when you realise that you
    Never unloved but learnt to stay alone,
    Or when you acknowledge that you
    Only chose yourself over a storm,
    That could ruin.

    ©my_cup_of_poetry

    P.s : I am struggling to write!

    @phoenicorn You lady ❤

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 3w

    1. Your friend has a habit of abusing in everyday conversation and you learn that too. Did you count the hours your mother had put to teach you manners as a child? How cool is it to walk over her efforts.

    // At your age I found it cooler to learn how to teach ABCD to a kid with learning disorder, and when I saw him writing I was proud of myself //

    2. You stand outside the atm and your impatient legs are in hurry, you start mocking the old aunty inside who is taking a little longer. Ever wondered how difficult is it for them to use the modern
    technology? How cool is it to be insensitive.

    // I stood there longer than you did and asked you to go first. You looked at me in amazement without saying a word. Waiting is a chapter you never visited and I excelled//

    3. You talk about never compromising and throwing all tantrums to get the latest phone from your dad. When was the last time you taught your parents to use certain features in phone without getting irritated. How cool is it to be ungrateful.

    // I was elder to you , got a phone that my dad bought and i was happy to hold it. Gadgets don't make you modern, pious thoughts does //

    4.You start drinking and smoking because your friends do. At twenty two it is occasional at thirty two it becomes addiction. When was the last time you looked at the face of a child who lost his father because of this addiction. How cool is it to add one more of such child to the world.

    // I was twelve when I visited the cancer ward of a hospital and the sight was horrifying. The night of regrets end in death. Choose a morning of improvement //

    ©my_cup_of_poetry

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 5w

    TREASURES ��

    You admire a civilisation I carry
    Without realising that it's You
    Who brought bricks from miles away
    And transformed an abandoned city

    - sakshi

    Hello people !!!
    I am going to complete two years on mirakee on August 20, 2019. If I try recalling what I came here for , I don't get an appropriate answer but I received a lot more than I expected or deserved. If I am a writer of any calibre I owe that to @mirakee.

    To anyone who has ever read and appreciated me , I am thankful beyond words and maybe I would never be able to express how your words have worked wonders for me :")

    Below is an excerpt from a long letter one of my friend wrote me after reading my poem that she felt in a way changed her.
    If this is not an achievement I don't know what is.

    I had planned few things to mark the day but my fluctuating health and some other things didn't allow. But I hope I can still execute a part of it. Irrespective of that I will write and would love to hear from you, you who always make my way to words.

    Love ❤

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 8w

    To the M E N :
    ( looking for fair faced women )

    Your mother bled pain for four days every month and risked her life to give you birth, and when she held you for the first time she called you her life irrespective of the skin tone you carried but all you learnt to see after opening eyes is a fair face.
    // You look into the mirror and she calls you a prince standing beside but all I see is disgust //

    To the W O M E N :
    ( looking for fair faced men )

    Your father's skin tone is not what he was born with. He gave up on his looks to gather comforts for you and he smiled the widest, called you beauty the first time you curled your fingers around his , irrespective of the colour of your skin. He taught you love and all your eyes learnt was facial beauty.
    // Keep looking for a fair skinned man and I will tell you that loyalty and love has no colour. Disgrace has, the one you are painting yourself in //

    To A N Y O N E :
    ( mocking others on skin tone )

    When was the last time you uplifted a person with your words. I see it never happened because all your words learnt is pushing someone down. Did you know words coming out of your mouth smells like filth and so do you.
    // You paint your room in white and paste a picture a picture of snow white but someday if you fall in a pit, you will hold any hand that comes for help. Helping hands have no colour, right? //

    To the P E O P L E :
    ( in fairness products business )

    Your advertisement is running on all channels. Keep taking sips of pride and never count the number of people for whom you constructed a hell by erasing reason and scribbling garbage on society 's brains.
    // Victory has a colour too that you will never see because you failed each time someone felt inferior because of you //

    To the W O M E N and M E N :
    ( who ever felt less because of skin tone )

    You are an art. Only an artist shall know your value. But don't wait, become one yourself. You have infinite colours in you so paint yourself in the shade you like.
    // The next time they tell you to not pick a very bright colour, wear yellow. Become the sun they can never meet their eyes with //

    ©my_cup_of_poetry

    ×××

    Even if this writeup makes a percentage change in anyone's life I will be happy so do let me know. And if you have never discriminated people based on skin tone I am proud of you.

    Long. But worth a read.

    | 25th July , 2019 |
    It will be remembered :') , thank you @mirakee for making this POD.

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 9w

    Rants.

    1. They told you to give up on toys when you grew up so that you become a toy yourself that they can play with and leave damaged.

    2. They taught you to close the door so that no unwanted creature enters your home. But they didn't teach how to push the ones out that are already inside.

    3. You watered the tulips and they wilted taking away your spring. It was better if you had grown marigolds.

    4. They told me to erect walls around the house and I attained expertise in raising walls around heart.

    5. You wrote your name upon a monument wall and it faded, then you tried doing the same upon human heart and you failed again.

    ©my_cup_of_poetry

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    @winter_dreams this is not exactly what you suggested but around it. I am really thankful
    to you ��

    Thank you peeps for helping me with such wonderful ideas. I have penned them down and I will try all of them one after the other.

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 10w

    Words can make you recall people in a way faces cannot.
    - sakshi

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    Black ants.

    I remember as a little girl I always laughed out loud when Sunita asked mom , " didi why don't you do anything about those black ants in the house. You know they bring death and they love to feed on dead bodies ". Sunita was our maid when we used to live amidst hills.

    Today as I woke up I found those black ants crawling along my feet. I smiled and didn't move. I grew up to realise that Sunita was right but why didn't mom do anything about those black ants !

    ©my_cup_of_poetry

  • my_cup_of_poetry 10w

    Oh, I do realise that I am writing no good these days ��
    Thanks for bearing though !!!

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 12w

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  • my_cup_of_poetry 12w

    Worse?! The worst is yet to come ��

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