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ashlen
9w
Read MoreBeing an old, ragged black toy
I am cast aside by my owner in a storeroom
Where I lie in dirts with musty smell
Reminiscing the time when my owner used to hold me close to her chest
Never had I imagined that a day would come where I would be replaced with my own new figure
Waiting days after days in this dark room
I cried many times silently
The darkness and silence which was creepy at first has now become part of my existence
Only when morning arrives a ray of light falling in this dark room makes me feel at ease
I seem to have forgotten what the outside world looks like in broad daylight
And slowly by slowly I can feel my body is turning cold ..very cold ..
But a day came when this dark room was full of light
And I could once again feel the warmth of someone's bosom,a small hand caressing me
It brought back memories of my past which I do not want to remember
Soon I realized that I got a new owner,a new house to live
I am pampered and loved in this new house and my new owner seems happy having me by her side
Being loved so much I feel content
But somewhere in my heart I still hesitate to accept the warmth of her bosom fully
As I learned that I can be replaced and I myself don't feel like crying silently again
So I promised myself to never trust and expect anything
And now, I feel much calm and safer in darkness than in a house full of light... -
ashlen
14w
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#hometown #creativearena #pod
Amidst the Himalayas
Surrounded by greenery in all directions
With smell of Earth in air
Lies my hometown- "Sikkim"//
A North-eastern or Seven-sisters State
It's a place still unknown to many
A place of divine serenity
Where all religions -Hindu, Buddhist,Christians resides together
Home to different varieties of flora and fauna
It's a kingdom with many untold stories
Here with every Season
Comes a splendid view
And is truly an abode of Gods //
Here lives people who are so called "chinkey eyes"
Who are thought to be Chinese and so on
Yet those who don't know , we are a proud Indians
Who sings "Jana Gana Mana" as national anthem
And who fights in border for India //
With lofty snowy mountains
Rivers flowing by and chirping of birds to be heard everywhere
Here lives people who are worshippers of nature //
From famous monasteries,temples to diverse biodiversity;Gangtok, tsomgo lake to Ladakh;dazzling waterfalls to virgin forest
There are infinite reason for it's beauty to be admired
And there lies a desire in every Sikkimese heart to be born in this serene abode in every life...Hometown
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ashlen
14w
Woven by threads of fine Silver
Swinging to and fro in Wind
Dazzling and shimmering in morning first Light
And adorned by Dewdrops
It's a work of art and a Masterpiece
©ashlen -
ashlen
14w
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Come let me tell you my story //
You can call me a survivor of acid attack
Stop there don't pity me coz I'm a fighter you know
The reason of this attack is still unknown to myself
"What can a simple girl coming from a middle class background do someone to get this scar of lifelong", I question this myself everyday
You know while lying in hospital bed with pain so unbearable all over my body
I could hear my family weeping
Don't let your imagination run wild coz they were crying not because of how much pain I was in but about "Who would marry me"?and what not
Should I think they were worried about my future to keep my mind at ease
So my heart will not feel so cold //
Finally the day came when I was discharged, they handed me a present for my recovery
I guess you all might have imagined what I received -flowers, jewelry you think so
It was a simple shawl to cover my face so I may not scare people away but who would tell them that the beast who attacked me is freely walking somewhere without covering their face //
The pain of burning sensation is still bearable unlike the look of fear, disgust, pity, hatred in the eyes of people feels unbearable
They see me like a "monster"
I remind myself that I have to live in this society till my last breath
So accepting that look of disgust is the only solution and so with all my courage what I do is "smile" back at their faces //
Let me tell you a secret I don't dare to look in the mirror with fear I may not be able to accept myself
Yet to face the society so it may not look down upon me I put up a smile
If one day I become courageous to accept myself while smiling in front of mirror //
Will this society change their way of seeing me? And accept my face like before
Will this society stop treating me like a culprit?
Will my own family accept me without conditions?
Will you all be able to love me with this scar?
Will you all let me live freely?
I question this to the heartless people of society..Fighter of Acid Attack
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ashlen
15w
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She once had wings,
To reach her dreams,
With all her might she flapped her wings,
To take a flight,
But it was not a smooth trail,
It was paved of thorns,
Responsibility became her hurdle,
Roles to fulfill as a daughter, wife, mother,
Made her wings weigh heavier,
Making her flight uneven,
To fulfill each responsibility ,
Sacrifice was necessary,
As the saying goes
"If you don't sacrifice for what you want, what you want will be the sacrifice"
With every responsibility pulling her down to earth,
She herself feels sacrifice is necessary,
And so she sacrifices her dreams for responsibility,
Fulfilling every roles given to her,
She is bound by ties of relations,
But it doesn't mean she has given up yet,
When she thinks it's time,
Like a legendary bird Phoenix rising up from its ashes,
She too will rise up above her responsibility,
And with her mighty wings,
She will take a flight towards her dreams...She is a daughter
She is a wife,
She is a mother
Without all tags,
She is She,
She is just her-"self".
©ashlen -
ashlen
15w
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I am a caged bird,
Wanting to take a flight,
If you ask me what I desire the most,
"Freedom" is my answer to it,
With my little wings I dream of soaring the sky,
Eating wild berries and worms with my fellow friends while gossiping about some story,
Sitting on a branch of tree I wish to chirp all morning,
This is all I can dream about being a caged bird,
Whose imagination cannot run wild,
But when reality hits me,
My dreams are shattered into pieces,
But somewhere in my heart I sigh with relief,
To explore a new world after being caged for years,
I am scared of what outside world looks like,
Coz my imagined world is full of harmony,
But sometimes I myself feel reluctant to leave this house,
As together we have made plenty of memories,
Shelter, Warmth, Food is provided to me,
Sometimes the children of the house play and talks to me,
We go for a walk in parks,
Only thing is that they are freely walking and giggling,
While I am trapped in an iron bar,
Coz I am a caged bird,
They do not trust me,
I question is this a sign of -"distrust",
Or do they feel that once my wings is freed,
I may not return to that cage,
For their puppet show,
But who knows whether I want to return or not more than I myself do...I am a caged bird
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ashlen
15w
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#writingcontest #creativearena
#pod#moonlitnight
Sitting in a pavilion by the ocean,
Playing zither,
A soft breeze blowing by my cheeks,
I yearn for your warmth once again,
Though there is no hope of your return;
Under such a moonlit night,
We once gave toast of wine to moon ,
So our love may last till eternity,
But it faded with dark night,
And here I am alone,
Watching a moonlit night,
Bathing nature in its celestial light,
With such serene filling every void heart,
I too hope for your return,
Writing poems for you to show how much I long for you,
If only you would return,
Yet with every toast to moon,
I await your return to fulfill our promise of eternity,
Under this moonlit night which would grace our promise with a toast of wine...Source - Pinterest
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Lost
In World
Full Of Noises
I Try To Escape
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ashlen
15w
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#martyrsoldier #sadlullaby
#pod
Far away from a village lies a meadow,
Which was once a battleground,
Villagers has a myth that when dusk falls,
Sad lullaby could be heard afar,
The saying goes that it is sang by a mother of a martyr soldier,
To put his son in deep slumber ,
Caressing his hair and cheek,
She sings till dawn,
Knowing that he will not wake up at all,
Yet she sings with all her might,
As it is her motherly heart which does not want to give up ,
And wishes for him to call her "Mother",
After he finishes his nap in her bosom for one last time..Source- Pinterest
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Rain was pouring heavily,
Gust of wind blew on her,
Making her fragile body shiver,
She rushed for shelter,
Underneath a peepal tree,
Standing there idly,
She began thinking about tomorrow,
As a busy lady she has forgotten to observe nature's scenery ,
So today she thought it was a day to mingle with nature,
And so she rolled her pants and stepped on puddles,
Singing down the pathway and enjoying every single steps she took,
Drops of tears rolled down her eyes mixed with rain,
A tear of relief from hardship everyday and a clear mind for what tomorrow brings ..
©ashlen
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kymberlove1
13w
Read MoreTalk to me,
Speak to me,
Like the birds chirping in the beautiful trees.
Like the rustling, gentle swishing sound of leaves.
As I stand against a beautiful tree, watching the wind blow the grass to and fro.
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
Like a soft feather tickling my fancy.
Like a soft wisper in the wind,
Like tender kisses,
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
Like newlyweds making love under the stars above.
Like a soft pillow one holds tight throught the night.
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
Like a refreshing flow of deep water.
Like the river of life that flows from the Lamb who's on his throne.
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
Like the butterflies do when I'm lying in the grss glazing into the sun.
Talk to me,
Speak to me,
Like when you go on a first date,
Like when you're walking on the beach holding hands; Smiling, Laughing, and Living.
Talk to me.
By: Kimberly Corley
2019Talk to me
©kymberlove1
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mann_se_
14w
Verdancy
Virginal verdure
Promised land for a poet
Vivifying view
©mann_se_ -
artistano1
14w
Read More...
I wake up,
it's October again,
all around me,
should i go back to bed
until it passes,
or to put in vein
every nonsense in verses?!
Sometimes i just need someone
who reads with my lips,
Someone,
to stand between lines
Even if i now
that we will not change the world,
someone,
who will follow me anywere,
but damn,
how close we were
Why it matters
that someone likes you?
But we keep trying.
Why do I fall in love
with every girl
who smiles kindly at me,
maybe it's up by October,
maybe it's up by laugh,
maybe it's up to me...
by artistano1
#genuine_readers @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #october.
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2chinmayee
14w
Read More@mirakee
Thanks @writersnetwork for your read
#pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
///Anyway///
People are unreasonable, illogical and self-centred
Love them anyway
If you do good , people will accuse you of being selfish or having ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
If you are successful,you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
Honesty and frankness makes you vulnerable
Be honest anyway.
The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway
The biggest people with biggest ideas will be shot down by the smallest people with the smallest brains .
Think big anyway.
People favour undergone but follow only top dogs.
Fight for some underdogs anyway.
What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
Give the world your best anyway.
//You see it's not be score that somebody else
Keeps on your life that
counts in the end , it's the score you keep in your life that makes the difference///
Written by unknown writer.
But I got this from cls -8 book back cover page .... Because it hited me in another way.
Pic credit goes to the rightfull owner.
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srishti_tamang
14w
When I Open My Eyes
To See The Sun Rise
I Think Of You.
When I Hear A Robin Sing
On The First Day Of Spring
I Think Of You.
When I See A Red Rose
On The Bush Where It Grows
I Think Of You.
When I Feel The Summer Heat
On The Sand Beneath My Feet
I Think Of You.
When I Sit On A Beach
Another World Just Out Of Reach
I Think Of You.
When I See The Colored Leaves
Fall To The Ground From A Light Breeze
I Think Of You.
When I Look To The Night Sky
And See The Sparkle Like In Your Eyes
I Think Of You.
When The Snow Is Coming Down
To Softly Blanket The Ground
I Think Of You.
When I Go To Bed At Night
As I Turn Out The Light
I Think Of You.
When I?m Old And Near Death
And I Draw My Last Breath
I?ll Think Of You. . .
©srishti_perth -
odysseus
15w
Read MoreDedicated to my muse
Selenophile
Oh dear, will these scientists ever understand you?
You are someone they have always loved to devalue
Their vision is blurred and they can't see your
noble heart
Yet, of my life, you've been an inseparable part
I hate it when they dismiss you as lifeless and dry
Unable to hold back my tears, profusely I cry
You appear in phases and that is fascinating
Crescent, gibbous or full - each form is captivating
Oh my source of comfort, relief and inspiration,
Your soft, sweet and soothing light fills me with elation
Your disappearance once a month does make me feel low
But the phase ends the very next night and you're on the go
You're unattainable and nothing alters that fact
Despite that, my love for you has remained intact
Too sad dear, I can never hold you in my embrace
But in my miniscule heart you hold a special place
©charudatta
Image credit : Writersbay
@writersbay
#picturec
#selenophile #life #love #nature #inspiration #poetry #thoughtsYou're unattainable and nothing alters that fact
Despite that, my love for you has remained intact
Too sad dear, I can never hold you in my embrace
But in my miniscule heart you hold a special place
©odysseus -
artistano1
14w
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One,
then the other,
then more and more
piece by piece,
I leave myself in the ghost town.
And I'm going down,
cold, like in the ashes a log.
Piece of me
is still out there,
somewhere in a bunch
of crumpled smiles and make-up looks.
There,
where the morning dresses in purple the roofs.
There,
where are no more amateurs
with rented costumes
and cheap roles.
There,
where I stopped dreaming
about spoiled doll's.
And I'm lying
cold, like in the ashes a log.
One piece of me
is still confused somewhere
by your growing up and obligations.
Where the world fell asleep before us,
and where, at least for an hour,
we had our first dream together.
And one piece
stayed where my songs made sense,
and my dead hands wrote
black letters on your white body.
And now I'm lying
cold, like in the ashes a log.
Piece by piece, by piece,
I leave to your memories
All I have to do is see you tomorrow,
and move your mind, the way I know.
And all I have to do is bite your lip
for some new year
while burning balloons fly over us.
And all I have to do is leave
piece by piece in the fog
and i'm lying
cold, like in the ashes a log.
Written by artistano1
#genuine_readers #daadigotyourback #poetry @mirakeeworld @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #pod #piece #artist.
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falak_k
29w
Read MoreYaar agar 90% ke neeche aye to zindagi bar mom dad taane marenge���� .. and galti se bhi bahut zyada achhe marks aa gye na toh mere dost meri jaan le lenge����
Yeah, both the parties already warned me about these bad outcomes when i told them ki UNKI MANGE ZAROOR POORI HONGI (their wishes must be fulfilled). Arre kaise poori hongi *me banging my head* and thinking.. konsi ashubh ghadi thi ki maine aise promises kar diye����
#meme #result #boardsBoard results 20-20
☆Class toppers thinking..
Ohh yes, the result is gonna be out soon! (Bright smile on their faces)
☆Bunkers thinking..
Ohh no, the result is gonna be out! (Visible frown on faces)
☆Students like me (jo kisi category me nahi atey) thinking of two possible scenarios...
IF I GET 85 +: I won't get to celebrate with my friends cuzz lockdown is still on bro! What did i study for!?
And dad would say.. itne ache marks aye phir bhi humanities le liya!!
IF I DON'T GET THAT: I need to hide all the shoes, slippers and wipers in my house on result day Plus i need to have my mask ready in case my parents would like to kick me out of the house!!! (Bina mask ke gyi to pados ki aunty bhi mujhe nahi chodengi)
©falak_k -
benjaminlawhead
14w
Oils
The
impressions
of her
fingerprint
Throughout
the pages
of my life,
Leave me
forever in the
slumber of a hopeless dream
©benjaminlawhead -
artistano1
14w
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Love will find you,
in desert fields,
in lust for water,
when your skin burn by sun,
in an endless amount of sand,
she will come with a slight sigh,
like a light wind from the north,
and you will not hear her name,
but you'll know she was life's worth.
And while in a trance
instead of water you imagine her kiss,
you will call persistently "Miss...", "Miss..."
And you will fall asleep
with the most beautiful dream,
as her hand touches your face,
and you'Il dream of the ocean's swim,
as her hand still leads you to a nicer place.
everything becomes mystical,
like a magician's trick
memories flood in,
voices mute in shady,
and you feel a gentle pinprick,
as you drop your voice
"Please help me, Lady"
With all stenght open your eyes,
you're traveling somewhere west,
her sweet face smiled slightly
and her voice as the most wonderful music
"Sir, you need to rest"
#genuine_readers @mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #love #desert.
