I am enervated to the core, Yet when I lie to sleep, I toss and turn And get not a wink ; I squeeze my eyes tight, And count sheep and goats and cows, I pace throughout the house, I search for ways to sleep, Yet not a single one works , My brain threatens to shut down But my body disagrees;
I turn to my pen , I drown my misery in the page, I form word after word , Though I don't know what they mean; At dawn my body shuts down I catch a few hours of fitful sleep , Old nightmares still accompany me ; I wake up foggy and disconcerted , I read what I wrote , It makes sense, but only to me , To you , it sounds esoteric , At odd hours I fall asleep ; They don't get me, They say I'm orphic..
These fitful sleepless nights A remnant of my all my strifes Which alone I faced Have left me so dazed Anxiety ripped me torn I feel secluded and so lorn.
Yet I know I'll bounce back Attain the peace which my soul does lack I'm thinking about ways I can resurrect my days Meditating and eating right Sharing with my pen all my plight Adopting a stray dog from my street Turned out to be the sweetest treat My sleep cycle improving now I'm smiling and my words show how With positive thinking and God's grace All my demons I can face !
My fifth collab on mirakee is with one of my most favorite here. @artist_without_art who is deeply sensitive, empathetic and nuanced, I love her so much, I asked if she would collab with me and she agreed, my sweet sister, thanks. We two wrote about insomnia. First part is hers and second mine. About how to fight this monster of our minds. __________________________________ INSOMNIA DIARIES I am enervated to the core; Yet when I lie to sleep I toss and turn, And get not a wink I squeeze my eyes tight; And count sheep and goats and cows, I pace throughout the house, I search for ways to sleep, Yet not a single one works; My brain threatens to shut down But my body disagrees
I turn to my pen, I drown my misery in the page, I form word after word, Though I don't know what they mean At dawn my body shuts down; I catch a few hours of fitful sleep, Old nightmares still accompany me I wake up foggy and disconcerted; I read what I wrote, It makes sense, but only to me, To you it sounds eosoteric, At odd hours I fall asleep, They don't get me, And they say I'm orphic. __________________________________ These fitful sleepless nights A remnant of all my strifes Which alone I faced Have left me so dazed Anxiety ripped me torn I feel secluded and so lorn.
Yet I know I'll bounce back Attain the peace which my soul does lack I'm thinking about ways I can resurrect my days Meditating and eating right Sharing with my pen all my plight Adopting a stray dog from my street Turned out to be the sweetest treat My sleep cycle improving now I'm smiling and my words show how With positive thinking and God's grace All my demons I can face! _______________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar, Artist_Without_Art 5-9-2020
My fourth collaboration on Mirakee was so blessed as I got to write about what poetry means to me alongside two fabulously talented poets. The lovely @love_whispererr and awesome @anugraha_99 were blissful writing mates to me! The first part is love_whisperrer's, second is anugraha's and last is mine. This piece is about what poetry means to our hearts and minds. _________________________________ Dear poetry, Hope you are doing well with the love of your syllables. You're my silhoutte, silhoutte of mine and my reality. You're becoming dark and wounded because I'm bleeding. You're cracked because I'm breaking. Chaos inside the heart and smile on the pretty lips, I try to escape from the realm of the world but your arms clutch me again and again. I can't scribble anymore darling. I hate you but inside me someone is trying to be alive beneath the shades of verses and pulling me towards you. Love, heartbreak, silhoutte, storm , darkness; sorry !!! I want some sunshine outside your abyss. I did fall, I did rise but you were the storm which killed me forever. The elysian soul of mine is turning mundane. Leave me alone, metaphors. But how do you bloom so beautifully in the darkness ? __________________________________ Dear poetry,
In this fast pacing modern world, Surrounded by myriads of people, I was just a tiny lifeform, Looking for my allegiant, When your inscape spoke to my soul, And I was drawn towards you forever.
My moments with you, a fairytale, Words magically swirling in my mind, Like stars aligning in a constellation, Giving you a new shape each time, Bringing you to life, When you became my eternal companion.
But at times when we're apart, Those minutes when you're far away, I'm left bereft, brimming with agony, My mind asphyxiated, my pen parched, My pages in desolation, yelp for help, Those tormenting days, still haunt me.
But in bleak moments like these, With your charm, you slither into my heart, Being a panacea to my gloom, A constant in my solace, My love for you is so unfathomable, Without you, dear poetry, what would I do! __________________________________ Poetry says all of my deepest thoughts In a petite pea pod It's brevity lends it a purity Of no adulteration By unnecessary words But just enough spaces.
From an empty Grail To brimming with visions Poetry is the essence of my metanoia.
It's a chaste mirror Engraved in my healing heart Reflecting everything in this tender part My truest self And deepest scars Profound musings And dulcet desires A faithful friend's Courageous choice Poetry speaks as my soul's voice... _________________________________ Copyright Jaya Harfkaar, Love_whisperrer, Anugraha_99 5-9-2020
Hola! My third Mirakee collaboration stint with the spectacular @the_speccy_outsider and the superbly talented @sunenasharma and the pristinely profound @pragya_a_dreamer It was a lifetime cherished experience I had with three mind-blowing poets on this blessed platform! It's about how beautiful mornings refresh us and motivate after occasional fitful dreams. First part is Pragya's, second is Sunena's, third is Speccy's and last is mine, it's about how mornings bless our minds.... _________________________________ I am astray into a sweven finding my way through thick canopies I'm all ragged and tangled in the catastrophic situation which is leading me to where I realise that I'm lost forever I turn and twist on my couch to emancipate myself of this nightmare but on the spur of the moment... It's the dawn breaking up at my windowpane! The orange hues finding a way to enter my Chamber of Chaos.. ________________________________ Chirping of birds, Waking me up from my sleep, Before I open my eyes, My lips tending towards a curve, Getting up, caressing my hairs, Taking a glance outside from my window, The sunshine nourishing me, Making me wish to live a day more! Then as I go upstairs, Meeting my plants placed in my terrace, Feeling the warmth around them, Plucking some tulsi and curry leaves, Before going downstairs, Greeting good day ahead, To the birds flying in a formation, Enjoying their freedom in the cerulean sky! ___________________________________ Crushing those Tulsi and Curry Leaves I make my morning tea and breakfast Sitting on the patio Comfy, in my velvet couch I devour what nature has to offer A scrumptious meal The symphony of the birds And sunshine kissing my face... I dance to the tunes of zephyr As it swiftly passes by A catharsis for me Like performing in a matinee Nature being my audience And I the artist. How lucky I'd be If each morning of mine had this routine ___________________________________ The day can offer you Pleasantness or scuffles But you bury it all In the chest of the night To be welcomed afresh By a rhapsodic morning! Each morning is like The first shower of the season Betrothed to its Pleasant petrichor Caparisoning the silent earth With green shoots Of foliage and deep tears Marking beginnings and A fresh hope! ___________________________________ Copyright Jaya Tripathi, Sunena Sharma, Speccy Outsider, Pragya_A_Dreamer : 5-9-2020
♦️ Maybe some words which I'm about to write are not respectful. Pardon me for this. ♦️It's a sensitive topic. So, ignore it if you don't feel comfortable with it. ♦️ Please don't comment down any bad words or stories about this matter cz I don't want a single soul to feel hurt. ♦️Pardon me If I hurt anyone's feelings. ♦️I am writing it just for awareness purpose. ♦️ Constructive criticism is always welcomed. ♦️After a big fight with my mind and heart I inked this down. ♦️It's too long . But worthy to your precious read. ________________________________________________
She bid bye to her parents as she walked inside the school gate. Giving high five to her so-called friends. She get seated on the last bench. Fetching out her favorite fairytales book. She started reading it. "Hey, Did you complete history assignment?" Fidgeting with the hem of her shirt nibbling her lips bleeding them . "No, my dear friend. I didn't complete it." Her so-called friend snarled in anger. "You Bit** ... How dare you?" "I... I .. was not feeling.. good yesterday night." She stammered. "You see what I will do to you now." Her so-called friend smirked as she walked out. Nothing happened till lunch time. She sighed happily that no one bothered her. *CLICK* The sound of locking a door dragged her attention towards the surrounding. Not a single girl in the classroom. About 24 boys looking towards her smirking devilishly, ranking her body with their filthy eyes. Her body shivered under their stares. Tears welled up in her eyes. She is only 15. But she can tell they are not thinking anything good. Two boys stood in front of her . They touched her face wiped off her tears. She hiccuped trying to free herself from their strong grip. She tightly secured her hijab. Not wanting to look at their faces. She whispered "please let me go." They laughed "Oh Sweetheart , how can a lion let go his prey?" With lust in his eyes he touched her shivering lips. At the verge to faint, She prayed to God. One by one different hands started roaming around her pure body. Making her soul ugly. She was disgusted with herself. Just two words she is chanting"GOD, MOM". A boy of about 17, whispered in her ears "You are a SL** .. My SL**". The word she heard for the first time in her life stamped her heart. Confusing her thoughts. Gripping her neck he closed the space between them grinding their bodies. "Please let me go. Kill me but don't do this disgusting stuff." She shouted . "OPEN THE DOOR". Principal's voice echoed from the gate. "You are lucky my SL**". He said as all of them went to their respectful seats starting a conversation like nothing happened here a few seconds ago. The door open with a loud THUD. "What is going on here, why the door was locked?" "We don't know It just happened by a mistake maybe." They all said in chorus. The Principal observed the classroom . "Why are u crying?" She asked with concerned filled voice. "I'm not feeling good. I want to go home please." She nearely begged . After a little interrogation she was allowed to go. Running inside her house her father looked at her with worry . "What happened my love?" "Nothing .. just not feeling well." She said as she locked her room's door. With shivering hands she searched the meaning of SL**. Shocked she badly cried.She washed every inch of her body disgusted by their touch. She rubbed it brutally pierced her nails in her skin bleeding it gifting herself many scars. Looking at her ugly face in the mirror she slapped her cheeks. Depression, Tears, Stress, Insomnia and a weak heart. She lived with these friends for a whole year. Betrayed by her friends. But then she stood up more strongly. She gift many faces a beautiful smile but no one knows she stopped smiling. _________________________________________________
Harrasement. Not just with girls but also with boys is happening nowadays. The school's watchman sexually harrased a 10 years old boy in my neighborhood. Not just boy and girls but also transgenders. They are the most innocent people but are the most targetted ones. Why? Cz they are the most weakest? They don't have any rights? From the day they born till they die. People look at them with disgust and lust filled eyes. Why? Are we human? Is there any difference between humans and animals? Do we have a heart? What's going on in this world? We all are just drowning in darkness. If someone get harrased or even raped just for some days we speak for them but as the time moves on we totally forget. Don't we ? Think ... Think .. What are we doing ? Where are we heading?? _________________________________________________ A SMALL POEM DEDICATED TO THE ONES WHO HAS GONE THROUGH THIS CRUELTY AND STILL ARE SMILING...
A BRAVE PERSON YOU ARE YOU ARE THE WINNER OF THE DARE YOU MAY SOMETIMES SOUNDS PLANTIVE AND FEEL MANY TIMES INADEQUATE DISGUSTED BY YOUR BODY FOR DAYS BUT YOU KEEP SHINING IN MANY WAYS BRAVER THAN A LION, DELICATE THAN A FLOWER TEARS FILLED UP YOUR HEART'S DRAWER AN INSPIRATION FOR WHOLE WORLD FROM YOUNG GENERATION TO OLD NO STORM, FIRE OR EVEN DEATH CAN MOVE AN INCH OF YOU FROM EARTH'S DEPTH TO YOU ALL APPRECIATION GOES HATS OFF TO YOU ALL MY HEROES .
//This is my first collaboration with a fellow poet here on Mirakee. I am glad to have done it with one of my very sweet friend I made here @tardigrade who is as crisp with his words as his doctor's precision. Thanks for asking me to collab with you doctor ;) The first part is his and the second mine. This piece is about finding your own voice in heart and mind, and accept your scars as much as your smiles.// ____________________________________ How many stories Could you bring to life And make your people Happy and smile If you just say what you need to say.
How many dreams could you realize And have fewer regrets By the end of your time If you just do what you have to do.
How many true friends Could you find And Forge relationships That beyond death survive If you just be what you want to be.
How many mental breakdowns Could you fly by And be kind to yourself As the others try If you just Feel what you want to feel. ___________________________________ There's not one who'll stay After the honest words that you say Pushing in the plug in your tub Once the wrong way you rub So don't worry if others abandon your way Just say what you need to say!
The world's a difficult place Your words are sold cheap Back stabbed by the promises you keep Flying dirt on your famished face Never let the night dull your day Just say what you need to say!
The last shreds of your naked soul As conscience lost burns you whole At night your morbid pain will dance Though you did your best in that single chance Forgetting what others think For once let your spirit just dance!
A life is incomplete even when lived full You clean your marks yet dirt they pull Regrets suicidal as a kiss of her lips Battle scars your face when down go the chips So just sail the way you need to sail Storms many can't tumble your ships!
It's dragonflies against the moon Cherishing the thoughts that you lost too soon Some decisions might leave you scarred Wear them still as your badge of star Brighten up and let the sun shine Feel fingers of glory with yours entwine Darling, just feel what you want to feel And it'll turn out to be all fine!
Copyright Jaya Harfkaar and Tardigrade September 1,2020
you can find love neatly pressed between the pages of a melancholic book, breathing calmly alongside the beginning of the first chapter where his eyes meet hers for the very first time. a pair of dark brown pearls resting gracefully on a pretty face manage to stop him in his tracks, something our guy has never experienced before.
you can find courage invoking at the end of chapter four when he finally decides to confess his feelings for her after getting to know her well. although he has known her for a really short period of time, she seems like someone he will remember for times to come. he becomes the emblem of hope itself, for us readers sitting at home, when he puts aside his fears and discloses to her of what's forming in the back of his mind, when he opens up to her.
you can find happiness nestled for the most part of the book starting from the point where she says yes to our guy till the time they figure out the problems that are yet to come. but for now, things are working out really good, he has never seen better days, she's something he didn't know he was missing, she's radiant like the morning sun rays, she's cheerful like a beautiful rainbow after a heavy rain. but all that seems to fade away, when we reach to the part where begin their dark days.
you can find strength residing in the arms of the ending of the last chapter where he chooses to let go of her. it takes a lot of strength to set free a part of you that you thought who would never have to. when somethings aren't meant to be, you can't do anything about it, even if at first they seemed to be. some endings take a 180 degree turn when its looking all simple and predictable. a lovely monsoon turns into a disheartening season of heartbreak, an autumn which was supposed to bring home joy has got nothing in its pockets. we don't call it a fall for no reason.
Falling deep in your love was surreal The red promise of togetherness Magenta kisses of passion Drunken lips and crazy sighs Your eyes falling on me Our fingers entwined Heartbeats in sync Spirits merged As one Being Free Wander Asunder As we do now Falling out of love An ocean now shallow Which once seemed too deep to dry Sailing in two separate boats Lilac Independence shines in me Self love is as beautiful as pure glee
//To all preachers of normality Come and see my Blood is red too//
What'd you say? If I told you that I am a gay... You'd surely say that I have gone astray If I tell you that I not straight I know you'd show Surprise and shock Cause I am different from the flock... Looks of terror would follow My stomach's drawn into a hollow Wish I could wrap myself Into the warm normality quilt But I stand naked in my pit of guilt
Why do I feel What I feel Why can't I be Just a normal guy Who's macho and not just shy...
Why do I like boys? And fall headlong into the devil's ploy I can't imagine myself with a girl The thought of it makes my stomach curl
Why do they torture me? Making me want to flee From this daily hell From this doom into which I have fell You save rapists from rightful punishment To me you offer this brutal predicament
I am no molestor- not one of the eve teasers... Why then you all hunt me like wolf chasers? Don't make me a parriah I want to be my own Messiah
Each day I am forced Behind closed doors To be a man... Which means I can Beat a woman Be inhuman Go and kill Netflix and chill But.....just FORGET my REALITY Remember that I've no choice Expect me to retain my poise... You break my character into bits Driving me to the stage where my wrists I slit-
If finally I leave this world to be myself Will God too keep me on a separate shelf?
//I daily see our brutally binary world. It's horrific and us cis guys never truly appreciate the previleges we get simply because we are one of the binary. It's a rainbow out there and we all are a part. Life is not monochrome. It's harlequin and all shades exist. I am troubled by this very heartless barbaric treatment we offer to our fellows who are not born in our defined stereotype. It's a personal plea. Please be kinder.//
Dedicated to my friend @hafeezhmha_ ✨ This is a wonderful question exactly asked by hafiii In comment session seeing my bio Thanking you 'mirakee' to find a curiosity seeker ✨
A METAPHORICAL EXPLANATION
✨"The moon taught me how to give light Even when incomplete.."
But moon only reflects the light of the sun ! It doesn't give light to us!then how it Shall be?
✨"We tell psychology to motivate children to Ignite like a sun.infact,more probably People do not think about how an Incomplete sun would give light. Sungives light in the dawn,but only the Moon is able to reflect at night; It's a hope to lit in the darkness (The darkness is making the moon More brighter);optimism. And what is 'Gumusservi' ? _ _ _ _ _ _ _ At night being above water The moon get reflected like in a mirror (Moonlight shining on water). Obviously not the sun but the moon only Can give light when it is incomplete and How beautifully even the incomplete Moon faces the mother earth. Phases of the moon itself is an Inspiration. " Have a look to the society, Neighborhood,family... there'll be someone To give you light, but the inner mind within You only can make you attain heights in Your life neither their brain nor their love Do it. Likewise, the sun gives the light Nevertheless the surface of the moon is Capable of accepting the light from the Sun! " ✨Selenophile: being a moon lover I Should tell you the moon is a loyal Companion moreover gazing at the moon Is a wonderful sight :-)