Mirakee
I can not breathe under the waters i am sinking in
I can not live the life still left within
And yes i feel so helpless and senseless sometimes....
I am a stranger holding reflections of a face thats not mine
bricanza
Grid View
List View
Reposts
-
bricanza
10w
-
bricanza
11w
If u don't like someone doesn't mean u hate them
But if they don't like you, U surely will!!!! -
bricanza
11w
I will never bow down if you tell me..
I will rise from the ashes of who i used to be..!! -
bricanza
12w
Strangely textbooks just teach us to deal with algebra and equations
However never tell ways to cope with displaced coordinates of real life -
bricanza
12w
You can sting me...!! Because i have been poisoning myself since a long time and i won't bother if it kills me.. Afterall i won't have to live with the same pain everyday, i won't have to live with a hope of start living again!
Seems this is just enough.. -
bricanza
13w
The more i get to know of this world
The more i want to run away
When every time it feels so close to horrible
I try to celebrate this dying day
So every day a part of me dies
Every part that yesterday was alive
How could i be dragging the corpse inside
That once had dreamt like an innocent child?
©bricanza -
bricanza
13w
I keep moving on these pavements grey
I keep living all these lifeless days...
And i keep believing its sometimes gonna change ..!!
When every new season is just the same
Can i walk upto dreams stretched to thousand miles
How can i reach all my skies when i am pulled from behind
I do sometimes care what people are saying
Haven't seen much of a world
but its just hard to keep praying
There's a voice in my head that never sleeps
Says i am in a world i wasn't meant to be
I try to shush it
I try to breathe
I try... i try... but truth still repeats
And so i was waiting on pavements grey
I was straying so lost in an unseen maze
All my battleships were a wreck of time
All my stars were stolen when they were about to shine
I knew i never started these wars
I knew i jumped in, trying to save the stars
While skies were crashing and pouring down
In city of blue clouds roar thunder loud
©bricanza -
bricanza
14w
How cleverly you offered diamonds in the
dark and let me throw them away as stones... -
bricanza
14w
I was waiting for my stars to shine
While holding onto coldest nights
And when i saw the sun fall down
All my shadows faded underground
Keeping pace with the broken towns
I stumbled to just look around
That all my sparkles were dim to grey
And all unsung melodies could never be played.. -
bricanza
14w
I didn't start these wars
But maybe i jumped in
So i looked up at the stars
While my skies were crashing
-
despair
1w
8.1.2021
you know what your problem is? you are always trying to seek acceptance and indirect validation from people who do not approve or understand your ways. you have to stop trying to convince people or even try to make them see things from your pov. stop waiting on people to make things happen. they are hindering your growth. it's your decision and you are always gonna have the free will to make it irrespective of how chaotic it might seem at the moment and that's the tricky part. you have to believe that you still have the authority to make it happen by hook or by crook. so don't give into someone else's limited belief because you are meant to shine and ily :)
-
despair
1w
:)
soak the sun
be mindful of what you put into your body
pay heed to the kind of music you absorb
if it has the power to dictate your mood
go for a walk in the woods
talk to the stars
talk to your plants
gaze at the moon
have a chat with your water
kiss your food
smile for no reason
and most importantly, stay hydrated -
despair
1w
Listen to your body when it doesn't like being around certain people. Pay attention to the way you feel when you're surrounded by people who lower your vibration. You've got to stop feeding energy vampires and giving your light away to them. Establish healthy boundaries. Identify people who do not give off a good vibe and detach yourself from them. Your energy field needs to be clean and no one else is gonna take care of it. Pay attention to the kind of energies you attract. Find out why. And fix the pattern. You got this.
-
love_whispererr
1w
Read MoreI wore you like
an unhinged night
but you curled on
my diaphragm to kill me.
I wore you like
a reticent megalopolis
and you turned red
with bloodstains of a poet.
I wore you like
an unclothed panorama
and you chugged down
towards a frenzied cave.
I wore you like
a cold flower of love
and you left me with some
gulmohars of heartbreak.
I wore you like
the first drop of summer rain
and you pierced my petals
to quench someone's thrist.
I wore you like
an unnoticed poetry
but you burnt me inside the
bonfire of a paralysed love.
©вι∂уα в.
#worec (pc_pinterest).
-
zohiii
1w
Read MoreLOST EPOCH
I gaze upon gen z
clusters looking
with disgust
and worthlessness
on ordinary and
simple lives
of the bygone
generations,
and I like a 90s trend,
drive by the
sunset boulevard,
before disappearing
into a blind turn,
leaving behind echoing
laughter.
O-R-D-I-N-A-R-Y
I've genuine hate for this
word, because it's
so meaningless,
steals the emotion,
and mirth from small
things in life,
steals the beauty from
simplicity;
either nothing is ordinary,
or everything is ordinary;
"extra" is just a
measure of
pretentiousness.
How do you live a
simple, sober and
minimalistic
life?
Perhaps, you mow the
thought that what
you've now isn't enough,
and maybe it's not,
but gratefulness,
as my mother would say,
is a spice that must
be present in every
meal you have.
And then you just live,
without seeking
happiness in the
stereotypical corners,
but you let it find you
like a
marshmallow hitting
your tongue
in a cup of hot
chocolate.
expectations;
disappointments;
do you
stop hoping then?
Being heartbroken
is a habit I guess.
But all you ever have
is nostalgia,
for the things that are
gone, for a time that
can't be replaced,
or refunded,
because you dreamt
too much,
and every time you
did a nail was added
to your bed;
it wasn't your fault to
dream vastly,
it was to assume that
one is of more value
than the other,
to assume that
all the colours of the
kaleidoscope were
happy hues,
and now all that's left
is nostalgia,
for a future,
that died in your past,
and a deathbed of
broken dreams.
©zohiii
Picture Credit: @/dinosandcomics on Instagram
Thanks for reposting! @writersnetwork.
-
To 2021
I was dressed in misery
And a few souls
Scrambled towards heaven
And some towards hell.
I was blamed throughout.
For the empty streets.
The aloof church behind the park
For the cupcakes those turned sour
The spike in traffic at hospitals
For contaminating the laughter of humans
And the silence at the graves.
For they said "Death No. 8000
And the tears turned mute.
I am guilty for the Destruction
But what if the war has been broken out
Then they might not have blamed me
For the deaths. For the misery.
But the War. Just the war.
You'll keep turning my pages.
You'll only find the tsunami of tears.
You'll only find life in humans bidding goodbye.
A promise on my last day Is all i want.
That if I left them with a sad ending but
You are going to begin afresh.
From 2020.
©dusky_dawn -
I always look up for stars for they give hope on their deathbed. Unlike humans they don't bleed hate but hope.
©wordslinger -
.
-
sangfroid_soul
10w
Read MorePart 1: OF RAYS AND CURVES
We dance to the slow melody of moonlight. My head is on your chest a little tilted, a little listless. I hear your heartbeat closely, like my life depends on it. Your hands on my waist, mine are hanging on your neck. We dance in silence, yet I hear you humming a song whose lyrics I have forgotten. The night sky is engulfing our niche and the trees are swaying whispering psithurism. Your voice is so sad that I want to kiss away your pain, I think. But I don't want the humming to stop, so I bury myself deeper in your arms. I try my best not to cry. I touch your hair, soft and smooth and fragrant. Your humming stops suddenly and you take my face in your hands like glass, like something that would break easily. I had warned you that this day would come, you hadn't trusted me back then. I pull myself from your arms and stand one feet within your body and it pulls me back but I resist. I didn't want you to go through this all. I didn't want to break you through this illness of mine. I didn't want to fall in love with life whom I had hated 20 years of my life. After all this monologue I realise I had uttered this aloud and I find my breath, hushed.
You fell for this ugly hideous face of mine. Your chirpy aura allured me to give life chances once again.
You take my name as soft as the zephyr. I refuse to look into your eyes. You take my hand and I let you take it. You don't say anything and I see tears in your eyes. I wipe them silently.
I ask, "Siddharth, what if I die right here, then what? You know that my survival chances are minimal and I don't want you remember me as long as you live, or be sad or be afraid of love"
And you say, "Who says I'm afraid of love? You have given me the love I need for my lifetime and I don't want anything more and it's sad, you, young lady have to go so early. I had so many wishes and expectations about the life we'd live, it's okay Tara, you go I'll find you there whenever you go, and also you'll be so young and beautiful and I'll be old and saddened. We'll meet again, IMAGINE"
The thought makes me cry but the way you said made me smile and chuckle.
You add, Tara, life goes on. But I'll love you forever.
It starts raining. And we run back to the house. Suddenly my hands loosen grip from your hands as I hear a crack, my prosthetics twists and breaks, I fall and my head collides to something hard.
A strange memories pops up and I hear your voice fading away.
I still remember the day you asked about the long scar on my left side that stretched from my eyebrow downward to my cheekbone. I knew you were famous and popular. And that almost every girl was after you. It was the first time someone asked me about the backstory except my best friend. You asked if you could touch it. I allowed you, instead you touched that part of mine with your lips. Another first. I was shocked and suprised. Three days later, you became my first kiss.
"Tara, do you hear me calling you"?
"Tara, please open your eyes"
Tara.
I hear your voice on the verge of tears, shaken and shocked. Tara, please don't leave me. And your voice echoes. I'm dazed confused and lost. I slightly open my eyes, and see bright lights everywhere. And I see an angel in red dress, its arms stretched. And I smile. And try to take your name but my lips don't part. I go into a deep slumber.
All is blackness afterwards.
• sangfroid
@hindrance hope you don't mind XD
@jiniaa the prompt was interesting but I think I deviated from the theme :(
P.S. it was really tough to start writing but once I did it goes easier than I expected
#sangfroid_stories
This gives me tfios vibes xdChapter 1
Of Rays and Curves
©sangfroid_soul -
sangfroid_soul
10w
Read More
Read previous part #sangfroid_stories
Part 2: Of PARABOLAS AND INFINITIES
"We danced to the slow tunes of pale moonlight, but nothing matched her beauty. Her head was on my chest; she looked like a baby taking the support of my neck to stand still. I wondered what her thoughts were. Perhaps she was thinking about the moon, or her favourite song, or novel. All I could do was think about her and nothing.
Her skin was dusky as the twilight glowed brighter than the stars that night. The arc of her smile and her crooked teeth were gorgeous than the moon and its surface. Her hands found my hair touching me like a goddess. Her godly hands emanated words through fingertips. And I could no longer resist the silence, took her face in my hands; she pulled back from my hands; her mouth slightly opened and said, "I had warned you that this day would come, you hadn't trusted me back then." She took two seconds of silence and heaved a sigh, I tried my best to embrace her again, but she was a little ball of adamancy and my love for her kept multiplying by the passage of each second beside her. "I didn't want you to go through this all. I didn't want to break you through this illness of mine. I didn't want to fall in love with life whom I had hated 20 years of my life."
She tried to speak relentlessly and found herself out of breath. My eyes couldn't just behold; my hands itched to touch her. Despite her illness, she was so brave and battled life despite constant losses. I wanted to make her mine yet give her freedom of everything. My senses couldn't believe that the girl who stood before me loved me and allowed me to take care of her.
I took her name, "Tara, come here, please?" Her eyes refused to meet mine, so instead, I tried to take her hand; she gave it without second thoughts. Her slender hands perfectly fitted into mine. I had so many things to say, so many things to tell her before she was gone. I had to touch her one last time, feel the warmth of her hands I had to touch her flushed cheeks, the beautiful scar on her cheekbones, the taste of her lips, gaze into her slightly dark blue eyes, hear her heartbeats and make her feel home into my arms. Instead, I chose silence and gave her time to feel calm, to let her speak first, 'Siddharth', she said, every time she took my name it felt as if time stopped as if I had held my breath for one minute, and the relief I got was equivalent when she uttered it. Countless nights I had spent lay awaken, waiting for her to call me, to tell that she was alive. She spent her days in the hospital; her mother was there for her always.
She had continued, 'What if I die right here, then what? You know that my survival chances are minimal and I don't want you remember me as long as you live, or be sad or be afraid of love."
I knew she was dying and her memory was depleting yet I never wanted her to feel sad, I wanted to see her beautiful smile. She had been given five more days to live.
So I spoke in the most optimistic way I could, "Who says I'm afraid of love? You have given me the love I need for my lifetime and I don't want anything more and it's sad, you, young lady have to go so early. I had so many wishes and expectations about the life we'd live, it's okay Tara, you go I'll find you there whenever you go, and also you'll be so young and beautiful and I'll be old and saddened. We'll meet again, IMAGINE"
She frowned first and then she laughed a bit. My heart bloomed right there.
I remember the first day I had met her. She had come in the mid semester. She was dressed in yellow, so ebullient yet shy. Her face was bright and she had a scar over her face on the left. She radiated an attractive aura, I was pulled towards her instantly. Our eyes met for a fraction of second and she had reverted her gaze.
Suddenly clouds engulfed her and it started raining, she seemed out of breath, we almost run towards the house but her hands slipped away and right in that moment I knew I was going to lose her forever. Her head hit a large rock like thing in that garden and there was blood everywhere. Her head was bleeding blood, I had never seen this much blood before. I quickly wrapped her in my arms and called for ambulance, her eyes they kept closely, and I continued to take her name, I had to keep her awaken, I couldn't do the one thing I could properly. I wanted to cry right there but I had to first make sure she was alright. I called her mother to come to the nearest hospital. We reached the hospital. We reached the ally, my whole white cloth had turned red. They told me I had to take leave, I called her name as loud as I could, and right there I saw her eyes partly open and her smile widened but she was gone.
I cried that night, it kept raining, and my tears came pouring.
Twenty days later she was discharged from her ward. She had lost all memory. She fought against life one more time. She remembered nothing. Or her mother. Not even her own name.
It was tough beyond point for me and perhaps more tough for her mother. Having lost her husband 6 years ago, and then her daughter's memory. Life is strange. So cruel. I smiled wryly, I had no reason to smile except she was back. I was grateful for life for giving me a chance to be with her, though her health continued to decline. We saw each other very less and whenever we could time elapsed faster than I'd imagined. Introducing each other after we'd known each other for the past 20 months, it seemed like the end of the world. We were patient with her. She needed love and care. My love for her never diminished, not even today. We watched sunsets together. She frequently had caught me staring at her longer than it was supposed to. She just smiled. She was learning new things everyday, new words everyday. She was a fast learner like always. I had always admired her rich vocabulary and envied the way she was so philosophical. And those days I taught her the English alphabet. There was hope for her once again.
But one month later she passed away peacefully. A pyre was built and physical presence was mixed into earth back.
It rained that night too.
I was broken. Her mother was a brave lady. She had done everything she could. Tara was gone forever. But we knew her presence would always be there in our hearts.
I had got the admission where we both had applied for. She had got the admission too. I almost cried everyday. Then life happened. I tried to love other people too but I couldn't. And Riya fell in love with me. I loved her too but never as I loved Tara. We had one kid. His son's graduation was last month. So you can imagine how old I am."
He trembles a little when he finishes the story. His wrinkles are scattered everywhere and his eyes looks tired, moist with nostalgia and memory of his beloved and his smile calm.
I found the story quite a bit cliched but honestly speaking he had a charm indeed despite being so old. I wonder how handsome he must used to be when he was young. And I see our stations nearing. I say, "Umm hey I really hope you find what you're looking for her, my station is the next and happy day. The story was really beautiful and I'm happy you converted the sad things into happy moments. You really are a good person." And I give him my hands, he firmly shakes it gentlemanly. He says, "Thank you Vandita for being my listener. I'm glad I found a soul who I could share this. This happened 65 years ago. Now I feel relieved."
With a smile he bids me goodbye and I have this feeling that he was a person who knew exactly what he was doing, except this last journey he was embarking on.
The end.
• sangfroid
Ignore the tenses. Ignore the lame plot. '-'
@/hindrance Siddharth ��❤️
@inara__ ♥️ @cornerstone__ you'd changed username ��
@gehna09 @piyuldwivedi
@secret_letters Riya ��
@cosines Vandita do read part 1Chapter 2
Of parabolas and infinities
©sangfroid_soul
