Mirakee
Kaifiyat uljhanon ki yahan chaai hui hai.
Ye zindagi logon ki sihaayi hui hai.
Tarash rahe hai log yahan,
chahaton ko kalam se apni.
Na jaane fir bhi kyu bsr-e-zindagi,
itni haavi hui hai.
©aimanzia
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aimanzia
15w
Read MoreWe all are lost in making and try to enlighten our desires everyday instead of being thankful of what we have already. ❤️
#writer #shayari #kaifiyat #bsr-e-zindagi
@mirakeeworld @writersnetwork -
aimanzia
15w
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Happy Children's Day ♥️
#childrensday #14nov #2lineswriteup #miraakeworld #writersnetworkMaine bachpan se hi sameta hai khud ko.
Ye duniya thi magar jo bikherti chali gyi.
©aimanzia -
"Main hi hun"
Mere har kadam ka fankaar main hi hu.
Meri har koshish ka agaaz main hi hu.
Tehra khin toh gunehgaar bhi main hi hu.
Kyu deta hu dosh auron ko main, amal krne waala bhi toh main hi hu.
©aimanzia -
aimanzia
32w
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The quest for peace isn't perfect internally.
I am a traveller, lost in the need of separation from pain.
But the pain making me feel numb everyday.
Just, finding the reason to die for a good cause.
Because, my heart doesn't accept to die with this ache given by the world.
@miraakeeworld @writersnetwork
#peace #perfect #internally #lost #death #acception #love #worldSukoon ki Justuju hai aakhir jo kaamil nahin.
Dard ki firaaq main bhatke hue musafir hain hum,
Magar ye dard hai badi shaan se shaamil yahin.
Yu toh bas sarfaroshi ki Talaash main hain hum,
Dil ko is ata-e-dard main marna jo gawara nahin.
©aimanzia -
Kon samjhe hai yahan rooh
main jalte sholon ko.
Khud main jeena seekhna hoga
is farebi duniya main.
©aimanzia -
Mohabbat paaon ka chaala.
Mohabbat zakhm deti hai.
Mohabbat dard deti hai.
Kaha uss ne,
Mohabbat paaon k chaale ka marham.
Mohabbat dard main rahat.
Mohabbat dil ki dhadkan main
khushi ban k utarti hai.
Kaha main ne,
Kaha main ne.
©azrabanoazmi -
aimanzia
39w
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Everything is temporary in this world.
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Aarzi : Temporary
Duniya-e-aaraish : embellishment of world
Amli : Practically
@mirakeeworld @writersnetworkYe sunsaan daur se bhi guzarna tha.
Aarzi ye duniya-e-aaraish, amli taur par smjhna tha.
©aimanzia -
aimanzia
39w
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Everyone is in need of be in peace.��
Aman : Peace
@mirakeeworld @writersnetworkHar koi yahan ek talaash main hai.
Mujhe lagta hai ki vo aman hai.
©aimanzia -
Gham ko apney tu dil pe sawar na kar.
Mar-mar kya jeena, khud ko behal na kar.
Zindagi k lamho ko bana behad haseen tu.
Ghamon k kaafilon se zindagi gumnam na kar.
Mehez ek hi toh zindagi mili hai yaaron
Dukhon k saamne khushiyon ko benaam na kar.
©aimanzia -
KASHMIR, SYRIA AUR PALESTINE KI EID
Eid aayi hai udte hue khusk patton ki tarah.
Eid ka chaand nazar aaya magar dhundla sa.
Aye mere rab tu bata eid manaye kese?
Har taraf maut mahv-e-raqs hai bazaaron main.
Jalte sholon main ghire sheher nazar aatish hain maakan.
Aur barood biche hain har gali koonche main.
Har ghadi koi na koi hua saazish ka shikaar.
Aur shaitaan lagaye huein hain ghaat har dum.
Aaj sadkon par be mol lahu behta kyu hai?
Khoon insaan ka paani se bhi sasta kyu ha?
Har gali mod par barood ki zad main aakar.
Be bas insaan be maut marta kyu hai?
Naam lewan hain jo bande tere hardum yaa rab.
Zindagi aaj hatheli par liye phirte kyu hain?
Kitne masooom nigaahein aaj karti hain sawal.
Aye mere rab tu bata eid manaye kese?
Aye mere rab tu bata eid manaye kese?
©azrabanoazmi
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thegreymetaphor
16w
Read MoreIf you happen to have a chance encounter
with the girl who finds adventure
not only in dragons, leprechauns and garden gnomes
but in the metamorphosis of a caterpillar
and survival stories of the plainest of folks.
If you ever manage to stumble
upon the boy who loves colour black
but dreams in all shades of rainbow,
who writes about the setting sun
as if it's the only miracle he knows.
If he tells you that the solar system
is nothing but gases and rocks, light-years afar
but whispers a wish under his breath
whenever he witnesses a shooting star.
If she tells you she believes in no airy-fairy crap
but curiously checks the horoscope
of herself, of yours and of everyone who matters
and smiles at the tiniest ray of hope.
If you ever find someone who saves a tear
for every choice they can't make again.
If you ever find someone who runs out of fingers
once they start counting their blessings.
If you find the person who believes in magic enough
to dare to let the wild in. Keep them.
Keep them closest to yourself.
And if you can not keep them,
atleast don't turn them into someone else.
©Srishti
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"Where there's kindness, there's goodness.
And where there's goodness, there's magic."
Happy Diwali, everyone. :) <3
@mirakee @writersnetwork I'm grateful for your kind reposts. :)
Although, this wasn't my best and I really don't feel it was even worth your while. But I sincerely appreciate this kind gesture.
I'd consider it a Diwali gift. :P Thank-you so much. :) <3All that glitters is gold.
I think of what the world could be
A vision of the one I see
A million dreams is all it's gonna take.
A million dreams for the world we're gonna make.
- The Greatest Showman -
poeticworld
28w
Pain
The pain camouflaged her soul,
Buckled up her heart,
It pierced her hundred times,
When she was left alone.
The rain drenched her body,
Dripped in her soul,
Where the fire of hatred burnt,
But couldn't calm her heart,
Tears flowed like a stream,
Only to add raindrops some more.
©poeticworld -
Every time I die
I come back and try
I’m not sure if I’m evolved
But I know my soul is old
Perhaps I’m repeating the same mistakes?
Forever redoing this level
Maybe it’s my penance for a long past deal with the devil?
Whatever is true
I’ll keep learning and maybe
Next life won’t be a redo
-R. Cahill -
laus_deo
28w
Read MoreThe silken skies- an ornate labyrinth of
chiffon stars,walnut moon and classic silence
was my perfect muse that night,
I intended not to write a sad poetry
but it turned the intense of all as if
stroked with fine layers of darkness.
My eyes traced dew drops of tears.
melting from edges of the wrinkled paper,
words strangulated to bleed pure grief,
perhaps the bottled pain of a troubled soul
leaked from the secret closet of the moon
and slowly dissolved in the waterfall of
moonlight I was filling in my pen to write
fushsia toned poetry;
someone's tinkling droplet lurking in
the 105th floor of the skyline fell and
landed between my words scattering
tiny wildflowers of pain.
Many eyes are captured by the
starry night and caramelised tranquillity,
but some eyes only see the patches of
blackness loitering between the
luminous bulbs;
The night sky is a graveyard for the
weeping souls who empty buckets of
pain and dump it,
only to get refilled again and again.
©laus_deo
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@jeelpatel @thetwirlingpages_ @_still_in_mess @elegant_labyrinth @amsterdam
Thank you ! @writersnetwork ♡Secrets that breathe in the hidden
pockets of the vast sky are now
elegant metaphors of my sad poetry
blaring the sirens of melancholy.
©laus_deo -
autumnbreeze
51w
Read MoreThe world revolves in phases.
There are knots of gaps
I tremble to recover.
The notches of loneliness
confine who l am.
It consumes and growls,
leaving debris of emptiness.
A voice rings effortlessly,
a alarm for aliveness,
a knock from a stranger,
a bang on my ironed body.
How fragile and rough it's
touch could be.
Creativity flows in through
fatigue gaps.
It's remains are felt,
when the world lulls.
The relativity of time
seduce the cult of becoming.
How the voice nurtures
stiches of existence within me.
The mirror reforms a reflection
of splintered skin, flesh and guilt.
How the scars of neglect
are foreseeable in the lucidity.
The duality of mundane body
refuse any form of recovery.
I inhibit in the rigidity of neglect,
rapidly expanding through gaps and phases.
The world without noticing keeps
revolving in phases.
While I resource vacuumed recovery,
evolving into those phases.
#poetrycommunity, #poetry, #poem, #depression, #mentalhealth, #recovety, #coping, #remedy, #healing, #writing, #writingishealing, #becoming, #writingishealing, #journal, #solace, #negativethoughts, #emptymind, #mirakeepoetry, #mirakeepoem, #mirakee, #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork @soulfulstirrings @senden_k @_kabirThe duality of mundane body
refuse any form of recovery.
©autumnbreeze -
inkishshades
108w
She ignored being herself in other's thirst to see themselves in her... But then she gathered up the courage and spoke...there was a volcano of emotions...
©inkishshades -
thesunshineloves
71w
Read More#yaminireads #ceesreposts #odysseus #readwriteunite #julietscorner #pod
@the_late_night_tales @rajeew @the_gladiator @preetkanwal @sumana_chakraborty
Thanks a lot for the kind repost @writersnetwork �� ♥️Let your breathing soul,
Hear your enunciating heart,
Weaving soft dreams,
Into a beautiful reality.
Let your hands gently be
Touching your bleeding wounds,
And enjoy your success
Achieved after immense hardwork.
©thesunshineloves -
_suruchi_
72w
Happiness is something that soothes your mind. It need not necessarily be the thing that other people enjoy. Happiness is different for every person. Just because I don't join the flow doesn't mean I am unhappy.
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findingsolace
72w
©findingsolace
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minacarki
79w
Read MorePicture credits to its respectful owner
#mirakee #mirakeenetwork #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
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Thank you WN and Mirakee for the repost, truly humbled ❤
And also huge thank you to all of you who decided to like, comment and repost my poem. I appreciate each and every one of you. You made my day. Thank you once again ❤Burning Words
I gaze at the fire
Fuelled by my words -
Pages and pages of poetry
Ceasing from existence.
And I just stand there
Numb and utterly motionless -
I'm allowing it to rid me of my feelings
That almost choked me to death.
©minacarki
