How many types of pains exist in the world? Under which category shall I put this one?
The nagging pain one feels when the wraith like evocations of missed opportunities haunt you. How convenient would it be if you could simply pop a painkiller into your mouth and make the pain fade away. But this pain stays, nagging your mind and wreaking havoc and chaos in your life. It's quite a punctual pain. The moment your head hits the pillow at night, its there, waiting to wrap you in it's malefic shroud of perturbation and pandemonium.
Then you start hunting for that one thing that you did right, that would make you feel worthy and liberate you from the clutches of your demons. Most nights you are unable to find it, bewildered and lost. On the rare few occasions that you do manage to free yourself and fall asleep, the next day you feel as though you just vanquished Napoleon and his troops. Something as banal as falling asleep becomes an arduous undertaking.
So how do you heal. Where do you find that elusive panacea...
You will find your panacea in the simple fact that life never stops giving you opportunities. If you keep wallowing in the abyss that is self pity, then you'll miss the myriad chances each day offers you.
Each day scores of people meet their quietus. Each day countless bundles of joy are gifted.
I am the anchor she holds on to. When she is drowning in the deluge of ordeals and predicaments, I firmly bring her back to the comforting snow white pages of her journal.
I am a literary beacon of luminous hope, In a world that seems to get darker day by day, where it is far too easy to go astray from one's home.
I am a lone feather, so I can no longer fly as I used to. But as she holds me betwixt her fingers...incessantly, laboriously filling the void of the pristine pages, I take a different flight. The flight of the mind, which I conclude is unparalleled in its boundless beauty.
In the end, I am just a humble quill. Am I? No. I am not JUST a quill... Lifeless I may be, without my own will, But I am not just a mundane quill.
Do not yearn for what is gone, The morrow will always bring a new dawn. Do not wish for those who left to return, Life is teaching you to let go, and you must learn.
We've all been to hell and back, The echoes of those times dark as pitch black. But you mustn't let dolour turn you bitter and vile, Instead, let your soul shine through a smile. In your inherent goodness you must trust, And never let your ability for kindness rust. A few gentle words can bring incomparable joy to someone, If you make them smile...then today, you have won.
So, don't just sit and yearn, For your life to take a favourable turn. Life gives you ample opportunities each day, every time, To rebuild it into something wonderful and sublime.
Once you lift the veil of despondence, And adorn your mind with the iridescent brilliance of faith and good cheer, You'll realize that though the times are dark... nature is still resplendent with its timeless beauty. A panacea to myriad afflictions and anxieties.
Remember, the darker the world becomes, the brighter you must paint your thoughts. And what better place to purloin the shades you seek than the polychromatic oblate spheroid you inhabit.
Oh, how does one begin to describe it's beauty....? The calming cerulean of a clear sky, The macaroon white of fluffy cumulus clouds that delights the child in us, The lush hues of viridescent vegitation after a recent rain, The rejuvenating golden tints of the faithful sunrise, And the fiery hues of the sun that refuses to sink quietly into the night...
Words are indeed one of the greatest conceptions of mankind. They can be dynamic, malleable and a perfect vessel for man's most taxing privilege - feelings. Choose them wisely and use them delicately.
From fondly remembering joyful days... To accepting the here and now, even if it is etiolated and less savourable than the olden days. Do not shy away from sadness, for it must be expelled or it will fester.
There is one place where sadness isn't seen as something displeasing, but poignant. It is where the words reside. Words will let your melancholy seep into them and gracefully form an arresting portrait. (Didn't Aristotle opine that tragedies are the finest...)
They will offer solace and peace to your tempestuous soul in an elemental manner. Rather like the bird halcyon, calming the restless waves of the turbulent sea.
#write@mirakee 'Language is the instrument of thought'. So it stands to reason that the pen is the instrument of language. What makes me write...what makes words pour unfailingly from my fingers to this instrument?
It's the gentle Gaea. When I let her verdant hues paint my thoughts, I find my safe haven between the words and the lines.
So write. Write, till naiveté mellows into worldly wisdom, Write, till pretty lies are discarded and the terrible truth is accepted.
Keep writing... Write till you're one with the gentle Gaea, tenebrous tensions giving way to dawning discoveries. Write, till your words thaw a frigid heart like a balmy spring zephyr. Write, till miasmic thoughts ebb to reveal poetic pearls. Write till words are woven into your bones and you become an evanescent ode to nature.
In a teacup dictionary poem the dictionary word is the title. Each following line must define the word, but drops one syllable per line, starting with the first line descending until there is a one syllable word that defines the dictionary word.
The next line, must have the same number of syllables as the dictionary word and makes an observation about the dictionary word or the preceding lines. The poem is usually centered on the page.
The teacup dictionary poem was created by Rose Jones in 2009.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MIRAKEE @mirakee#cees_hbm_chall I write what I feel. I started writing when I was in class 1 but writing here since 2 yrs has changed me into someone who my older version would be proud of. I learned a lot about myself and people around me while struggling with words to give my thoughts and feelings enough time to understand and express. And reading posts of amazing fellow travellers here tapped magic in my heart.
In last two years, if i have to thank someone who influenced my life the most then it's YOU .
A big thanks to the entire team behind mirakee. This isn't just a app. It's feeling. ✨❤✨ a blessing.