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Trees have many branches nd leaves nd flowers
As
In life aslo
We have many options to success
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__preeti__ 3w

There will come a time in your life when you
Wil become infatuated with a single soul.

For this person you'd do anything & not think
twice about it, but when asked why you have no answer..

You'll try your whole life to understand how a
Single person can affect you as much as they
do, but you'll never found out...

And no matter how badly you hate it or how
Badly it hurts you'll love this person without
regret, for the rest of your life...
©__preeti__

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__preeti__ 8w

Miracle

Never lose hope..
Just when you
Think it's over
God sends you
a miracle..

If you believe then type yes!...
©__preeti__

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__preeti__ 9w

♥️ Message of the day♥️

Everything happens for a reason
Don't think too much..
Trust the process
Everything will be ok
Very, very soon...
©__preeti__

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harshideas 4w

Thank you

Hyy everyone
Thank you soo much for being my followers
And now, I want to say that...plzzz not to unfollow mee...jb koi follow krta hai to confidence aata hai...or jb koi unfollow krta hai to nervous ho jatii hu...plzz just Support mee
©harshideas

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logophile_diwa 3w

A very Happy New Year in advance to all beautiful people over here.
May you all be in good health and let's hope that this new year is gonna be better than this year. And our lives will be back to normal.
I thought of inking this as we're gonna welcome a New year.

MIRAKEE it's a beautiful place with amazing writers over here. It's an honour reading you all. This place has given me so much love. I never knew I'll get so attached with this place. You all are like a family to me. This place has been my companion in all ups and downs of my life.
Thank you everyone for showering love and blessings on me. I'll always be grateful to all of you.

Nida- You sweetie ... thank you for always being there for me. And showing concern jab mera accident hua tha tab. Thank you for asking me to drive safely. Back soon Girl. You'll be missed a lot.❤ And I love you a lot.

Alara I'm in love with your kindness. You are an amazing writer. Thank you for your constant support. Love you loads and blessings your way.❤

Jaya-You're the most inspiring person Esin. I just fell for your boldness and sweetness. You never leave a chance to bring a smile on my face. I love you so much❤

Arman-Thank you for your constant support.

Caria- I love you to infinity and beyond. Thank you for being here. You are such a powerful writer❤

Ahaan and Amulya- You both are just fabulous writers. Ahaan I love your vocab and Amulya I love your perspection over things❤

Kshitij- You are the best gift I got on Christmas ever. Thank you Kshitij for supporting me and asking me to talk to Dad. And for being my kind Hoooman. Thank You for that hmma hmma song concept and I love the way you write masterpieces one after another. Thank you for everything❤

Sagnik-Such wonders you weave here. You know you're my favourite. And you have a special place in my heart.❤

Semih - Man you always write truth. I love your writing style. Be the same you you sweet person.❤

Thank you so much Mirakee.

Ps: I'm sorry .. I created a mess over here.

PPS: @diaryticko I know your name which starts from Z.

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ragunathnivas 3w

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barasiya__ 5w

rant.

Growing up would have been tough without the sky. It's like I have always been the sky child. I remember when I was 3 years old, I used to look at the sky when the evening almost swept in. It was colored with a tinge of orange and violet and a lot of blue. A blue that's worth watching. It calmed my soul and gave me a lot of air to breathe in.
The sky is more than just the sky. I remember the summer nights, the crescent moon would shine higher and brighter, and amidst everyone who praised the stars and the moon, I would sit to myself in a warm blue dress and look at the sky, and keep looking.
I have written to the sky for more than nth time. Everytime a piece of my heart broke, I wrote a letter to the sky. I would cry enough, whole day long and just before the midnight tick, I would write to the sky with foggy specs and all the weight of the world in my eyes. I would write how much I missed it, how less everything feels.
I have drawn broken skylines allover my wall, and I have drawn them more than once, and more than a forever. I have attached strings and little daisy flowers and I have always kept them safe.
Someday, I wish, I could go back, I wish I could end to the sky, with the sky, wrapping my arms in an eulogy by the sky, to a forever.
I love the sky, //I love things that end with skies.//
- Barasiya, and I am loving skies over again.

P.s. the lines between "/.../" are taken from @poeticgirl 's post, and I always loved this. Also, I can't thank her enough for helping me with the prompt but oh, I already messed it. But, megha me loves you! ♥️

Plus, may I just take the bg credit��?

Edit 1- Oh my my, I received my first #pod and wn repost aaaaaaaa. I donno if I am worth it. @writersnetwork @mirakee why you so sweeettttt aaaaaaaa��♥️♥️♥️♥️

Edit 2- can't thank @poeticgirl enuf. I love u boo��♥️

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fiona34 7w

Always be happy and learn to forgive because life is too short to live bad with anyone

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alok22 5w

@writersnetwork #pod

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Misconduct

There's a mirage
We all have created
And we are fascinated by it
At the same time,
How huge it gets with time
Looking for the fellow beings
To infiltrate, with complete
Ignorance of their faiths and alignment,
A parochial behaviour squeezing dogmas
Through an individual to a larger unity,
It's essentially a destructive course
Being taken, however we often much
Unaware of the price in the long term
Are overwhelmed by the orgasmic
Contingent of the associated flickering,
And continuously hounding for the urge of
Uniformism and groupism,
If only there was a pond of elixir,
Millions would dip and soak themselves
For the interest and selfish cause of
Monolithic society, existing only
For the blacks and whites, no offshades
No tone grey, viscous flow, hyperactive
Attention and following,
We associate and we dissociate
Into and from groups, at our will
And whenever the need calls for a breaking apart
Letting go of the holy connections.
©alok22

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brahmleen_ 5w

#odetowriterc #moonc #writersnetwork #mirakee
Thank you so much@writersnetwork @mirakee
12.12.20

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~~°°An ode to you°°~~

/FOR PAULO COELHO/

White bridges of hidden moon
amid tall trunks
peep to glimpse the eternal
hues of your awing quill

Early pinions of birds croon
a purple melody of your pen
leaving marks of unfathomable
life to walk with chutzpah

My zahir hidden beneath those
traverse hands of pilar by
whose side my eyes went
sour on the shore of Piedra

Pilgrimage standing amid
frost cliff stole the
verses of my heart
whispered in my cold
ears to shine above
hardest paths

I strolled along the
shepherds in a new
village to seek my
own alchemist
that shone nor
in between those soils
but in the pebbles of my heart

Your sagacious pages
Held my shivery fingers
to paint a new canvas upon
grey spaces of life

Salvo the blood of Brazil
cutting the doldrum
fibres of wounds to lit
ochre candelabrums of rebirth
after every death in life

|βrαhmleen|

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rumanrulesneverend 6w

12
shades
of life are like
a flower bouquet
with different floral odour.
A bouquet which contains a flower
of contentment, dejection, mixed feelings,
hard times, a rough road but need to cross and then we'll
ultimate bliss with triumph with the essence of aromatic
which shines the life. life is beautiful and bliss until you
learn to move on and accept the things as they come.

1-9
A
state of
prepossessing
like Ixora.
the most precious blessing
ever for an anthropoid has been blessed
with the grace of the creator is an infant and not all
the anthropoids are lucky enough to have this bliss of grace.

10-19
Denarian
a state of
Innocence like
Oncidium Orchids.
the infants are so innocent because
they lived in the heaven of nine - months, but this
cruel world killed all the innocence of infants' heart
and an anthropoid gets killed merely like a song of death.
and they get blamed by upbringing

20-29
Vicenarian
a state of
flirtatious like Daffodil.
a human weakness is they fall in love so easily
and get hurt in mere seconds there are like a daffodil
the beauty of spring and the heartbreak is like maple leaf
a winter for those who left apart, maybe like a season but
never wanna get heartbreak in umpteen pieces again,
because may the time of the season passes but the scars still remain.

30-39
Tricenarian
a state of
new life like a sunflower.
an age where we're ready to make
your own family and settled with success
like a sunflower a first kiss of the sun, actually
it's a hope of the beautiful aurora with your consort
besides us, life changes after the nuptials, but the
relations are more fragile than the heart,
keep gushing your pure love to
the sunflower of your life.

40-49
Quadragenarian
a state of being
mature enough like calla lilies.
coming at the age, if we ever even travelled
for life and addressing ourselves a mature, is enough
to pretend. scientifically an anthropoid get mature at
the age of Vicenarian but time and life never let us prove
because the depression of the time makes us behave
like an insane, maybe this is an age where we make your
children learn the things of life which proves
ourselves we are mature now.

50-59
Quinquagenarian
a state of being supportive
and heed for both
parents and moppet like lush peonies
here a child needs a support of their parents
to settle well and a parent needs their support to live more but with love.

60-69
Sexagenarian
a state of forbearance
and grasp like a root for the
family like an ecstasy nosegay
actually, this is an age where child need to behave
like a parent to their parents. and take care of them
like an infant. parents are the roots of the family
and the other members are seeds if we want to
make a home we need to love each other

70-79
Septuagenarian
a state of sophisticated
like an ovary bloom.
and from here life takes a rough turn
till death knocks, the door of your breath.
If children are more willing to abide by on their
parents than any other blessing does, needed to be
done in prerogative of them? take care of your paradise
as you care for your child and your consort.
and the creator of me and the whole universe will test
us in every single second of life, by blessing your parents
a healthy long life and he kept an eye on us how we
benevolent them as a fruitful and make them bloom
by giving your love and time, which opens the door of
paradise for us. and many anthropoids are deprived from
this paradise of blessing

80-89
Octogenarian
a state of abandoned
in their own world like a
hopeless yellow tulip
here the only pleasure is playing with the
grandchildren's by gushing their love and
not everyone are blessed with their love,
some are unfortunate, but who are blessed with,
they gotta learn to appreciate the way they lived their life,
depressed, less time of bliss and then again busy with the
work to give an infant a happy and regretless life.
Is it not our duty to love them back?

90-99
Nonagenarian
a state of life
like a black and white
childhood will return again like a bloom,
but maybe we may get burden on your children
like a blaze rose. If your children's are not gonna take care
of us like we did to them. I pray before your children's
break your heart, and before they disrespect us,
let us hug the death, its better we kiss the death feet
before the love for us dies in their heart, the creator
of whole universe give us a peaceful and painless death.
It's better to die before your children displeased with us.
does this wish of a parent are incoherent

100-109
Centenarian
a state of wishing
to meet the creator of the
whole universe like a bliss infant.
maybe to hear or to see an anthropoid
living this many ages it may sound bliss maybe,
but it's also a retribution some sins we committed
ourselves have to remorseful in this life before death.
maybe that's why we wish for the death

110
Supercentenarian
till
death.
this is a
very rare age who lived in,
better we wish to die soon, living
so many ages will make you die each second. Isn't it!
©rumanrulesneverend

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atticoftheheart 7w

I've tried to write so many times,
But it's been hard to say in rhymes.

I'll try once more and hope you'll see
Just what your love has meant to me.

Thank you for your pain at birth
That brought me to my life on earth.

Thanks for all the time you spent
For cuddles and your nourishment.

Thanks for parties that you gave
And birthday cards I tried to save.

Thanks for meals I loved so much
And baking skills that few could touch!

Thanks for freedom that you gave
To go outside, the world to brave.

Thank you for the friends I'd meet
That helped with friendships I'd repeat.

Thank you for the cures and care
When sickness caught me unaware.

Thanks for tucking me in tight
And kisses on my head instead of saying good night.

When I look at you I see a heart of gold,
Your soul so pure, your love so rich.

Your tender touch so wonderful,
It makes me smile so blissfully.

I could not help, but fall madly in love,
You are the one who stole my heart.

You were strong enough,
Yet gentle enough to be the perfect mother.

You let me know you love me
In so many different ways.

You make me feel important
With encouragement and praise.

Mamma, I wish I had words to tell
How much you mean to me.

I am the person I am today,
Because you let me be.

These words were not adequate to describe you but you own every piece of me and I love you with my all heart!

©atticoftheheart

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Thank you for bringing me to this world
The worries and frustration in nurturing.

I am forever grateful
For the sacrifices you've made.

I will never forget those times
Where you were the only one I could rely on.

©atticoftheheart

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krithika_ 7w

A TALE OF TWO WORLDS

Let me tell you a story, a story of two different worlds,
A story of lonely nights wrapped up in a blanket curled.
A story of long phone calls and endless messages,
Staring at the phone, smiling at the images.
About falling in love, but waiting for that first touch,
In the end it's gonna be worth it cuz I love him so much.
Fast forward to when these two worlds become one,
He's standing right there into his arms I run.
With a heart beating fast my eyes fall on his,
Everything fades away the moment we kiss.
Bodies erupting into sparks and thousands of butterflies,
We pull back and stare into each other's eyes.
With foreheads joined and a smile on our faces,
Bodies together, eliminating the space.
With hands intertwined and two hearts beating as one,
A story of two worlds that became one.

©_xkrithikax

@mirakee @writersnetwork #pod @mirakeeworld

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~A Tale of Two Worlds

"I'll hold you in my heart..
till I can hold you in my arms..."

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