Mirakee
Often I find myself amidst
Poesies of ardent love
Laments of long lost zeal
Stories of deadly struggle
Verses of sobbing melancholy
Tales of the intense ancient
And sagas of fiery bravery
They do not detach me from my mother tree
But pick my feeble form up from the ground
Or portray my outlines in their masterpieces.
They often call themselves ordinary writers
I call them valiant warriors.
©_eisha_000
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_eisha_000
3w
Read MoreHey everyone! Hope you all are well ?!
It's time to wrap up the year.. Take this time to be thankful.��
Wish you all a ROCKING New Year! ��
#seed
Edit note: Thank You @writersnetwork for making my new year brighter!���� You are amazing!Thoughts are seeds that grow into bamboo trees
to reach God and convey our wishes
as prayers.
So let's be kind in our thoughts.
Let's be sage in our actions.
Let's go ecstatic in rejoining U N I V E R S E.
©_eisha_000 -
Out of all the lies I have spit in this Universe
The one I spoke ABOUT love
Was the the most I n f e c t e d.
Out of all the truths I have swallowed in this World
The one I heard FROM love
Was the most F a t a l.
©E. -
_eisha_000
27w
Hey everyone
Please suggest me some
good books to read.
Except love stories.
Thankyou. -
'The beauty of a storm'
And when massive duststorms hit my already blinded eyes,
my brimful conscience downpours cleansing the insight.
©E.
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elusive_me
17h
Read More#words #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
Once I met this guy, in his twenties. Messed up, lost, struggling. I asked him that is he okay? No.... was his reply.
Nothing else he could say cos his eyes were filled with tears, probably his throat choked too.
I could just pity him.....
Then after a year or two I happen to meet that guy once more and at the same place. This time he looked sober, there was an actual smile on his face. He recognised me and greeted me . I couldn't stop myself from asking him about the visible change in him.
He looked at me and said, "Dude, I won't say that my troubles are over but you know what I have started doing things that makes me feel happy."
I was highly intrigued and bit impatient. I asked him the secret behind it. He said, " once I saw a blind man struggling to cross the road, I helped him do that. He was very thankful and blessed me. I actually felt happy. Since that day I have been helping people in my own feasible ways. Helping them with money, food, helping them physically. And you know what I actually felt happier every time I did those things. And in the process I realised that the burden that I was holding in me decreased greatly. In others happiness and smiles I found mine."
I absolutely understood what he said. Now we meet daily. I greet him and he obliges with a smile. Our meeting place is infront of the mirror.....Be kind
Help others
And the smiles and blessings
you accumulate.
They have the power to
change your fate.
I am not saying that the
journey will get easy
But things will be all breezy.
Rain will fall
Nothing to be afraid.
You will be standing under a shade.
©elusive_me -
We are kind souls attracted to the inner evil, we are facades of grey who learned to distinguish sin from salvation, the iceberg fated to crash into the Titanic, we knew what lay on the other side of midnight without really wanting to.
- Avitaj -
You're like a song that people fall in love with
on the very first listen.
©veloc1ty_ -
krishnega
2d
Read MoreConsequence of the last post.
#krishwn #krishsmiled #personalfavwrites
#insecurities_insecurities;
Our generation is mostly of people with broken childhood. We had older cousins and neighbours whose standards we were always expected to meet. And somehow, people turned a blind eye to THE PROCESS, THE STRUGGLE and the toll it takes to meet The Standards. We had to be successful to feel loved. We had to settle to feel worthy. The burden was just too much.
But now that we have reached where we want to be, where they wanted us to be, we know how much of pain and growth it took us to get where we are. Our standards cannot be the reason someone feels insecure.
We are people of all ages here at Mirakee. Some of us are looking up to some people who we think have perfect lives. Some of us have people looking up to us. And we all are somewhere, somehow consumed by doubts and insecurities despite how good we do with our lives. And I think it’s important for us to tell each other that it’s absolutely okay to feel the negative emotions we are feeling.
Some of us have completely healed to voice out our insecurities; some of us are still in the storm, but we see the light, we understand and though we can’t speak loud our insecurities, we want to tell others that they’ll be fine.
So can we do our little part, by being transparent about our insecurities? Can we just take off the facade once? I genuinely believe that the person we are on Mirakee, is the person we truly are. This identity is what we chose for ourself. This is who we’d be, if we had it our way. So, can we normalise our anxiety and insecurities, as much as we normalise love, pain and loneliness. Can we write and speak about it without being branded as an attention seeker or a drama queen ? And if someone is an attention seeker or drama queen, can we try to love them through it all, because it’s their way of feeling special around us.
Can we just reassure each other? Because, all that I’ve wanted to hear in the last few months was, “it’s okay to have doubts and insecurities; they don’t mean you are unworthy, they just mean you are human.”
-Krish -
Heartbeat haunting
for
it beats nightmares.
Breaks and noises
under the sheets
in the right corner of the window
at a smaller place
bigger room
in old toys
never loved enough
old accessories
never desired enough
bad lighting
a war against self
a lost one?
There's an error,
my self contains a you
on some days it's harder to find
Where's my love!?
There's an error
not when I spell wrong
on purpose,
There's a you
in me,
my love -
laus_deo
2w
Read MoreLight leaks from the leaves of the
sugar apple trees after feasting on
fresh fruits and touches the morning
petrichor sungazing on the ground.
The holiday lights snore unapologetically
as the hustle and bustle of the busy
city is added as a preservative in the
jar of January juice being served on
the first Sunday of the calendar year.
Twenty minutes have already passed
in the hunting of the novel I left unread
on Pg 243 last night. I am wandering
helplessly in the woodland of my house
with arrows shooting from my eyes,
hitting on the kladeoscopic titles
resting on the bookshelf and weapons
oozing out of my hands, digging the
scattered clothes and littered table.
Giggles slice the silence in the air
and crash on my ears. I peep out of
the window in the garden to trace
the source of its origin.
Winter wearing blue sunglasses is
sunbathing while resting comfortably
on the chaise longue. Laughing hysterically
with joy, holding a hot mug of coffee
in one hand while other clutched on
the novel which was the treasure of
my hunt. I cannot calm the fury
down while screaming it's name.
©laus_deoWINTER'S LEISURE
©laus_deo -
outofleague
1d
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I cannot find another person’s voice,
I cannot find another understandable life,
I cannot find a reason to not look around,
I cannot find the way that leads to my home.
I cannot think of what I will be doing,
I cannot think of how long I’ve been here,
I cannot think of enough about endless trees,
I cannot think of when to stop moving.
I am here surrounded by nature’s mystery,
I am here separated from the civilization,
I am here looking close at anything new,
I am here finding myself talking with me.
I hear a noise now rattling the silence around,
I see a dragonfly making the sun hide behind,
I was found by the people who I made worried.
I am looking at the green from above,
that introduced me to a voice
which now keeps whispering.
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I wasn’t going to leave a child
in the middle of the forest. ��
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"POV of a child lost in forest"
#blue_pov #following #echo.
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asmita_chakraborty
2d
Read MoreYOU'RE LIKE A SONG TO ME
You're like a song,
Played with distinct tones
Deligent and soothing
Unequalled is your virtue.
You're like a song,
Whose vocals I hear
Every now and then
Intensively when in trouble.
You're like a song ,
Whose tune is my favourite
The one which gives me insight
Whenever I need.
You're like a song,
In whose womb I was born
Hummed in my ears
Even before they were formed.
You're like the song,
Teaching me leasons
Giving me sense
Relieving me from despair and pain.
You're like a song,
Which is unfathomable
Warbling in different chords
At distinct turnings of my life.
You're like a song,
With rythms costant
Mystified and melodious
Protective in nature and true in terms.
You're like a song,
With vibrant layers
Which helps me synchronize
By my own.
You're like a song,
That never leaves my mind
Never backstabs or throws
It forever had held me close.
©asmita_chakraborty
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You're like a song my mum
And I am so grateful to have you !
I LOVE YOU !
A little try to thank my mother for supporting me always. Although a long read but I felt short of words to explain her virtues in my verses.
#melody #mother #love @writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee #wod #pod @writerstolli @readwriteuniteYOU'RE LIKE A SONG TO ME
Horrible might I be,
You still pull me close and soothe me.
You're like a song to me
Playing just the tune I need.
©asmita_chakraborty -
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blueth
2d
Read MoreJust close your eyes, the sun is going down
You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now
Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound
- Safe and sound.
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You are like a song,
soft and still,
that a mother sings
on nights wuthering,
to her child
who has returned
from a war;
weary and empty,
hoping to find
some peace,
he finally falls asleep
to a melody
so tranquil.
You are like a song,
gentle and honeyed,
that the leaves of a
withered tree hum,
to calm the wrath
of winds ferocious
on days the sky
is a fragmented mess;
the sun sets
awaiting a new dawn
and doves circle in harmony
when you quieten
the storm.
You are like a song,
mellow and silvery,
that angels sing
to humans,
seemingly
broken beyond repair;
the tune of heaven
that every being craves-
a ray of hope
in times of despair.
You are like a song,
that heals scars,
mends souls
and gives meaning
to drowning poetries-
a perfect symphony.
©blueth
#melody #wod #sinc
#mirakee #writersnetwork;
You are like a song,
evergreen,
that turns every sin
ever committed
into a holy hymn.
©blueth
