Mirakee
Cliché
Years of being together and still they were fighting for what to order. It was their wedding anniversary and they were out on a date.
After having dinner, she asked him, "What did you like the most?"
He kept quiet for a while, looked her in the eye and answered, "The one I am sitting in front of."
She giggled. "I was talking about the food, silly."
He smirked and leaning over her, he gave her a peck on her lips. "Still, I have never tasted anything better than you."
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'Smile' -
Cliché
They were scrolling through an online shopping app when she said, "Look at these models, how perfect they are and look at me, an ugly fat potato."
"But baby, from where I am, you look perfect to me," he said cheering her up.
"Shut up!"
"What! You don't think you are perfect?"
"Duh! No." She rolled her eyes.
"Come on," he said spreading his arm and as she came closer, he pulled her in his embrace. "Here, you are perfect now."
"Shut up!" She grinned and held onto him more tightly.
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"I think about you all the time," I told her.
"Get a life," rolling her eyes, she said.
"You are it," I exclaimed.
She looked at me, smiled, "Get the life then", she mumbled.
I did as was told ― hugged her.
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This time, it was something else which got started. *Wink*
Happy New Year.
'Smile'That's How It All Started
I was feeling very thirsty when I suddenly woke up in the midnight. She was sleeping peacefully with her arm on my chest. I quietly got her hand off of me and went into the kitchen to drink some water.
When I was putting the bottle back in the fridge, I saw there some ice-cream. I couldn't resist myself from tasting it and while I was doing so, she came in rubbing her eyes.
"What are you doing?" She asked. I looked at her, startled as if she caught a thief, mouth stuffed with ice-cream, "Nothing baby, " I answered.
"Give it back to me, " She glowered at me.
She leaned over me, when I was standing there clueless, to touch her warm lips with mine and let our tongues fought for the ice-cream. She won.
"The ice-cream is mine, " She said, "and so are you, " She winked holding my chin and kissed me again. That's where I let my guard down and surrendered myself to her.
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Today is my father's birthday. I am literally the son of God and that's what my name means too.
Merry Christmas. Invite me over.
'Smile'That's How It All Started
I got bored of waiting for my friend, sitting behind the counter of the bar he owned. I was about to leave when a girl mistook me for a bartender.
"A Pina Colada and two Vodka Martini please", she ordered.
I looked at her, eyes widen, "Sure... ma'am!" I replied.
"I am sorry sir", a bartender apologized to me, "Let me take the order", he urged. I gestured for him to go away.
"Your drinks, ma'am", I said with the professional smile.
"I am so sorry, I didn't realize you were..." She was embarrassed.
"It's on me", I said coming out from behind the counter.
"I can't have the drinks for free." She refused.
"It's alright ma'am. Enjoy the drink." I insisted.
"It's not Right. You have to take the money." She declined.
"I can't accept the money. But every day at 5 PM, I go to The Junkyard Cafe to have a cup of coffee. You can buy it for me." I smiled looking into her eyes and left.
"Hey!" She called. I turned. "It's 5 PM", she pointed at her wristwatch. We looked at each other for a moment and burst into laughter.
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I am sorry, guys. I daydream. Neither she gave me any book nor I asked her for the movie. I just saw a very beautiful young lady sitting beside me enjoying her novel. I couldn't even find the courage to say Hi.
You can call me Fattu. Thanks.
'Smile'That's How It All Started
Once I was in a metro and the girl sitting beside me was reading the novel –The Fault in Our Stars. I leaned a bit to her side, "I heard the movie is better", I whispered pointing at the novel. "Excuse me?" She frowned.
"The movie is better." I shrugged. "Have you read the book?" She asked. "No", I said. "Then how can you..." She was displeased, "Fine. You keep the book, you read it and decide yourself", she sighed, "Books are always better than the movies", she concluded. "But... have you watched the movie?" I asked. "No!" She answered.
"You know, there is a show of the movie in half an hour, we can catch it if we get off at the next station", I said. She looked at me raising her eyebrows. "I mean, I have the book to decide between the book and the movie, but... you still haven't seen the movie. Have you?" I smiled.
Next station had come. "Movies are always better than the books", I shouted waving at her from outside the metro. She stared at me for a while and came running to me. The doors shut immediately as soon as she came out. "Where is the show?" She asked panting.
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Okay, she didn't actually wink. I admit that I exaggerated. She only smiled guys.
You can also write a tale describing how your love story started. It can be fiction or non-fiction.
Tag me in your posts.
'Smile'That's How It All Started
It was Friendship Day and I decided to gift her a greeting card, so I went to a stationery shop to buy one. Friendship Days were paramount in those times because we were oblivious to the concept of Valentine.
"Hey! A friendship day card please."
The stationery girl, who was also my classmate, showed me many cards – of which I chose one.
"Happy Friendship Day!" I greeted giving her the card. She glared at me for a while.
"Please..." I implored.
"I can't accept it and if I do, I'll have to sell it again." She declined.
My heart sank hearing this and I was on the verge of tears.
"But", she added, "No one will buy it if there is something written on it." I looked at her, confused.
She drew a heart on the card with an arrow going diagonally across it and gave it back to me. She winked.
I ran away taking the card from her when she caught me blushing.
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Later, we both spent the whole night searching for the key.
Tell me how your love story started.
'Smile'That's How It All Started
I got up late that morning. I was yawning when I opened the gate. There was a girl struggling with a giant trolley bag. I tried to look at her face but couldn't, as her hair was covering her face.
She stood straight and put her hands on the waist to stretch her body. She startled when she caught me staring at her.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"No thanks. I am doing just fine", rudely she refused.
Later that night, when I came from the office, I saw her sitting on the stairs. She was looking upset.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"No... actually, my roommate will be late today and I don't have the key so I am stuck here", she told me. I could sense the annoyance in her voice.
"No worries. You can wait in my apartment and join me for a coffee." I offered.
"No thanks. I think I'll be fine here." She declined.
"Okay then, if that's what you want", I said sitting beside her.
"What?" She looked at me surprised, "You can go into your apartment."
I threw my apartment's key downstairs. "I don't have the key", I said.
"What!" She looked at me and burst into laughter, "and I thought we were going to have coffee in your apartment", she said.
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She was at a marriage once and was very hungry. She decorated her plate neatly with shahi paneer, dal makhni, rice, lachchha parantha, rayta and what not. But all the places to sit had already been occupied.
She got upset as she didn't want to eat while standing because she never learned how to eat chapati with one hand.
She was struggling with her chapati and getting irritated when I saw her.
I went up to her and held her plate without saying a word. She looked at me, smiled, "Thank you," she said. I smiled back.
"Have some," she offered.
"I can't eat with one hand," I winked.
She laughed, "No problem, I'll feed you," she said and raised the spoon to feed me.
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Although the character in the story is a girl but that gaze can make anyone uncomfortable. I have anxiety so I have found myself too in that situation many times. But it's true and sad that girls have to face it much more than boys.
This is a very common problem. I've seen it. I've experienced it. But I have no idea what to do other than talking more about it.
PS: Read भाग - 01 and भाग - 02 first before reading this part.
'Smile'एक डरपोक लड़की
भाग - 03
तेज कदमों के साथ आगे बढ़ती हुई हिबा बीच-बीच में पीछे मुड़कर भी देख लेती थी कोई आ तो नहीं रहा। थोड़ी और आगे बढ़ी तो उसके बाएँ हाथ की ओर एक बस स्टैंड था। बस स्टैंड के ठीक पहले एक खोखा था, जहाँ तीन-चार लोग खड़े होकर सिगरेट पी रहे थे। हिबा को देखकर सभी की नजरें एक साथ घूमी और हिबा को घूरने लगी। खूब अंधेरा और सिगरेट का धुआँ होने के बावजूद भी हिबा को अच्छी और बुरी नज़र के बीच का फ़र्क बख़ूबी समझ आ रहा था। अब अचानक मम्मी की बात से वह सहमत हो गयी थी कि ड्रैस सच में काफ़ी छोटी है। उसे सूट-सलवार पहन कर ही आना चाहिए था।
खुद को आधा-अधूरा सा अपनी पोशाक में समेटकर उसने जल्दी-जल्दी कदम बढ़ाए। लेकिन डर के मारे उसके पैर कांप रहे थे और जल्दी-जल्दी आगे बढ़ने से इंकार कर रहे थे। हिबा चुपचाप नज़रें ज़मीन पर गड़ा धीरे-धीरे दबे कदमों के साथ आगे बढ़ रही थी।
बस स्टैंड पर भी तीन-चार लोग बैठे हुए अपने-अपने फ़ोन में व्यस्त थे। जैसे ही हिबा वहाँ पहुँची, सभी की नज़रे फ़ोन को छोड़कर हिबा पर आ टिकी। जैसे-जैसे हिबा आगे बढ़ रही थी, उन लोगों की नज़रें भी उसके साथ-साथ चल रही थी। सभी लोग चुप थे लेकिन फिर भी उनकी नज़रों का स्पर्श हिबा अपने शरीर पर महसूस कर रही थी।
तेज हवाएँ अभी भी सांय-सांय की आवाज़ कर रही थी। पानी में गिरते पत्तों की आवाज़ को सुनकर हिबा अभी भी कांप रही थी। अभी भी उसे महसूस हो रहा था कि कोई उसके पीछे-पीछे आ रहा है। बारिश कब की थम चुकी थी लेकिन भय के मारे हिबा पसीने से तर-बतर थी और थर-थर काँपते हुए जैसे-तैसे सबकी नजरों से बचते हुए, अपनी छोटी सी पोशाक में खुद को समेटे हुए सहमी हुई आगे बढ़ रही थी।
मैट्रो स्टेशन पर पहुँची तो उसके पहुँचते ही मैट्रो आ गयी थी। बैठते ही हिबा विचारों में डूब गई कि वो इतना डर क्यों रही थी? उस डर का कारण क्या था? अंधेरा? सन्नाटा? सांय-सांय की आवाज़ करती हवा? पानी में गिरते पत्ते? बस स्टैंड और खोखे पर खड़े लोगों की बाज जैसी नज़रे? या ये एहसास कि वह एक लड़की है?
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Read MoreI shouldn't have held your hand on that cold rainy day.
I shouldn't have called you that night cause I knew you wouldn't stay.My tears haven't run dry so pluck my eyelashes to make yourself a paintbrush.
With all the pain dripping from my eyes,
Paint me a poem without the colours of love
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/KHO GAYE HUM KAHA/ (Prateek Kuhad, Jasleen Royal)
Kho gaye hum kahan is a song that fixes you. It reaches to your pores and bones, trespassing into your flesh that covers all the pretence which gives you skin, like infant maple leaves. Certain nights are too cold and you run out of a kettle to brew a hot cup of tea. Kho gaye hum kaha comes to your rescue like an immediate tea bag. It takes you back to your roots, to the happier times, to the beginning where you were unscratched by misery, to the times when you were nothing but yourself, unapologetically ; to the times when you swung round with your entirety, with all of your pieces fitted right inside you, with no one to share your parts with.
//tedhe medhe raaste hai, jadui imarate hai,
Main bhi hoon, tu bhi hai yahan //
This is the song you listen to when nothing goes well and when no one is willing to understand you. This is the song that therapists a bad day, a day that you don't want to recall. This song is a lullaby to all the mayhem, all the shattered and scattered that life has garland you with. Kho gaye hum kaha is your mother's forehead kiss on the days life bullies you for your originality and just like your childhood, you rush into the arms of your mother cocooned in this song.
//ruh se behti hui dhun ye ishaare se
Kuch mere raaz tere raaz awara se//
Love changes shapes and faces as the years pass by. But there remains one face which stays etched to your memory, which deports you to your puppy love, to the lover who made you believe in the magic of universe and pull of driving forces. Love, like a human body, grows, ages, becomes weak and senile, and finally dies. But it helps you develop a sense of understanding and maturity. You don't see the world with a spectrum in your palm and paper boats in your dreams. You see it in black and white. But on a lazy sunday afternoon, kho gaye hum kaha takes you back to the abandoned streets, to that one warm, familiar gaze, to your first love or the love which was a living dream.
//adhoori si kahani meri,
Fisal jaye bhi toh darr nhi
Ruk jaane ki zaroorat nahin //
Life is summary of i-wish-i-did-this-differently. Do you ever wonder that every night when we are going to sleep, we are growing another step closer to the end of our existence? Regrets sediment in heaps of remorse or grief. Life has begun to be more monotonous and tiring than it was back in your teenage. Once in a while, when you are trapped in an endless loop of deadlines and workload, you rest your head on your workdesk hidden behind your work cubicle and wonder if you failed to live your life as much as you should have. Shouldn't you have sipped on lemonades and surfed on the high tides while you were busy wiping your sweat invested in your result card? You feel that life ran out of time too quickly, that you held it too tightly when you should have glistened under the summer sky and danced like a butterfly instead. You raise your head from the workdesk and realise that the hourglass is still echoing the chances to squeeze some of the smiles you can afford. You plug on your headphone and kho gaye hum kaha becomes your saviour, like always. Kho gaye hum kaha is your father's strong arms protecting you silently. It is the song that lets you rest, that lets you breathe, that provides you comfort , selflessly. It is the song that takes you home, cradled in a blanket of stars on the ocean blue sky.
//kho gaye hum kahaan, rango sa ye jahaan //
©Jinia
@iamsleepy I am sure you love this song :')
@barasiya__ I did your song again XDKho Gaye Hum Kahan
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I cross fences
after midnight and
hide behind rocks
to behold the sky
just before sunrise.
I sing ballads
pursuing caterpillars
to abandon their
cocoons
before sunset.
I eat my food
without waiting
for anyone at
doorstep.
I write poems on
pine trees about
birds
that don't return
home.
I roam in woods,
bring you no
roses
and when you cry
about your history,
I let you cry.
I put on barbed
wires around my
wedding ring
and sleep
without singing
you a lullaby.
oh fella! don't shiver
I am a thought
that dies inside your
woman's head
every Saturday
just before she walks
out of kitchen to
serve you the supper.
~
I am a thought
craving to turn
HUMAN.
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Read More"तुम एक लडक़ी हो और हमारे घर में लड़कियों को पढ़ाया नहीं जाता, उनका काम केवल इतना होता है कि वो बड़ी हो और ब्याह कर अपने घर चली जाएं"
My Grandma was 6 when she was told this by her father cause the thing she asked for was, books to study basic acronyms of the Hindi language, this all seems to be meaningless as of today, right?
but, it did happen with her and I'm sure she wasn't the ONLY one back then, just for the sake they were women they were not allowed to study cause if they will study they might be able to recognize the difference between, what is right and what is wrong, isn't it?
All they were supposed to do was, give birth to a new life, which would be better if a boy resides in that womb cause again if she would be a girl they would have to search for someone who could keep her cause of course she had no right over her own body.
Now, if I am talking about my grandma's childhood then this incident isn't older than 70 years so if you go deep and think a little further what would have been the Challenges those would have faced by Maa Savitri Bai Phule some 180 years ago, to think only about it is so frightening but she did, she didn't quit and ultimately she won!
She never discriminated between, The so-called Upper Caste and The lower caste as she belonged to the Shudra Community and knew how it felt to be discriminated against based on the family you are born in, for her anyone sitting in her class was a student seeking enlightenment, and nothing more.
The Concepts of Women Education, Saving Girl Child, Mid-day Meals in schools for Backward Children, Scholarships for poor and needy students may sound like concepts being introduced by some government at a particular time but they were all introduced by her, cause for her if you are women and you're educated and healthy you would make a whole generation ahead of yours educated and nurtured.
Today, On her 190th Birth Anniversary, I Bow Down to and Thank her for all she did, so that today I could convey my thoughts to all of you.
"स्वाभिमान से जीने के लिए पढ़ाई करो, पाठशाला ही इंसान का सच्चा गहना है।"
सावित्री बाई फुले।
IF YOU ARE A GIRL AND YOU COULD READ THIS, THANK HER.
@colourfulgreys You Inspired me to write this ��
@soulfulstirrings @manasaa For you both are True Inspirations ❤
@galactus Thank you for supporting me through all the Ups and Downs ♥️
@writersnetwork Thank you for the Repost :").
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Dilemma
I've been moulding a dilemma.
A dilemma of you.
But the glazed ceramic of question marks have left my hands filthy.
What should I do?
How would I know that me patting your back as lightly as a consoling mother wouldn't remind you of their soft giggles as if they were tickled down by feathers?
How would it strike me that the sympathising words that escape the chapped lips don't pave a way to the dusty attic of the time, the guards were let down in the gazebo as storms hit within and outside?
How do I climb up the stairs of the ghosted apartment of your half-burnt reality when the railing under my sweaty palms is vibrating with the earthquake in the base that threatens to shatter it in ruins?
How should I realize that the moons and stars shining through your freckles are millions of light years away as you gaze at the painting of seas reminding you of the time you surfed on waves and her smiles?
How do I unwrap the gifts of your vulnerable exclamations when the ellipsis were adorned in someone else's cologne?
-Mahek -
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Read MoreLove pulls you closer,
shoves you away,
becomes a rhymester's muse,
and the poetry slays.
-ShreyaThe way you caper about,
and get me enthralled in
between your pirouettes,
Should I let you know that
I rise like an ocean tide
and fall right back in l-o-v-e
with your wheezing breath?
The way you drench yourself,
in the drizzle of a heavy rain,
and leave me perplexed when
you touch my hands with your
wet palms for a handshake.
Should I let you know that
I drown right in l-o-v-e 'cause
you my dear, smell of dewy petrichor?
The way you clamp your image
in the blank spaces of my mind,
and stand perpendicular to the wind
of scepticism that diverts me from you.
Should I let you know that
I envisage all about l-o-v-e
when you defy all the limits
and ask me to join in for
a walk to infinity?
©shreyah -
jiniaa
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/Be My Mistake / (The 1975)
"Be my mistake
Then turn out the light
She bought me those jeans
The ones you like"
I'm sorry that I zoned out at yesterday's Thanksgiving. Your turkey slices and cranberry gravy tasted so much like the one he used to cook. I tried the skinny jeans you gifted me, I looked like me but I didn't want to. My bones are tired and my heart is hurting. Can you please not hold me in your arms like he did?
"I don't want a hug
I just wanna sleep
The smell of your hair
Reminds me of her feet "
I overslept today too. Sex with you is amazing but the morning after it is always regretful. I don't like letting you touch me at times. What if your fingers leave their imprint on my skin? I can't afford letting the taste of your tongue, clog my throat. Your hair's curly and lips crimson red. Maybe I am pretending to love you so that I can keep his familiar remnants.
"So don't wait outside my hotel room
Just wait 'til I give you a sign
'Cause I get lonesome sometimes
Save all the jokes you're gonna make
While I see how much drink I can take
Then be my mistake "
Stop writing me love notes and waking me up with breakfast in bed. It hurts and it'll hurt again, it'll hurt more. You will not love me after a while and I can't help but fall in love with you someday soon. Stop wiping my tears while painting my scars. Damaged goods don't sustain for long. My wounds are still fresh, don't trace the dagger over them again. My longings knows no limits, I will be trapped and jammed in pain. I loved him hard, I loved him deep.Now, I am a sinking in the sea of unanswered questions, I am drowning in my heartbreak.
"I shouldn't have called
'Cause we shouldn't speak
You do make me hard
But she makes me weak"
Don't ask me why I push you away, don't cry if I do it all over again. I am breathing with the ghost of past, I am scared to pass you my torments. Your hands slip inside my sweatshirts and underwears but they are too cold to melt the ice in my heart. Go away, don't embrace my demons that I can't even dare to face. I am washing my sins under the faucet of your sacrifices. I am disappearing in your warmth and wishes.
"Save all the jokes you're gonna make
While I see how much drink I can take
Then be my mistake "
Saturday night when I am on the edge of a breakdown, I'll call you drunk and miserable. Despise me please and spare me of your rescue. I am getting used to the smoke rings of your safety. Stop cracking the stupid jokes that you do and then laugh at them all by yourself. Your laughter makes it harder for me to not love you. I am building myself a wall too high, to swallow the suffering inside. Don't lend me your hand, darling, we might together die.
©Jinia
Strange how festivals always make me sad and cry..
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Why the fuck do WRITERS think so much? Mundane makes metaphors and grandeur makes stories. I have long forgotten living in the moment. It's all just words, sentences and proses. I need to stop pacifying myself with ideas XD
Tis a convo with a senior. Ankita di, you really do bear all my shit :') ❤.
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jiniaa
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You haven't seen the moon kiss the night through the stars, have you? I have. I have seen my galaxy floating in your eyes, in the sparkle that shone when you think about the interstellar. You often say that life is a book of various versatile chapters. If you are one, I'd like to dogear all the pages written about you. I would like to place a bookmark on just the last page of you being a part of my constellation. So that each time I'd realise that you are a star among many others shining in the horizon, I'd flip those old, rusted pages again, in a hope to fill my heart and eyes with you. You remain in me like a container holding the sounds of the sea ; the gurgles of the high tides and the low tides, because the human body is after all 75% water. In some corner of the world, a teenage girl of 16 would be falling in love for the first time. She would be seeing the map of the universe in his eyes, she would swear to die while laying in his arms, she would stay up for nights, writing poetry about her lover. When she gets her heartbroken for the first time, she'd be sweeping the floor of her broken pieces. While she cries a river of lament and grief, I'd hope she knows that she's a part of me. Because we are made of people and experiences and the hope is that she understands that every fragment of her heartbreak binds her with the universe, the universe which contains me and her, the universe which claps its arms around everyone. The same universe which has embellished earth with a veil called the sky, the same sky under which you and I coexist.
©Jinia
Wtf do I write XDThe universe where you and I coexist.
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poetryandpauses
5w
Read MoreWhen I'll meet you again, I'll neither ask for anything nor will complain about you. When I'll meet you again, maybe I'll just want to dissolve in your arms just like the sun dissolves in the sky in the evening. I'll just want you to hold me tight because I've been breaking down bit by bit. I'll just want you to touch me, to fill up the spaces of my fingers with yours, to hold my hand and make me feel at ease. I'll just want you to melt me down because I've been so cold lately and which I don't like at all. When I'll meet you again, I'll not wish for anything else just you. When I'll meet you again, I'll just want everything else to disappear because I'll just want to focus on you, just you. My eyes are longing to see you, my soul needs you and my body craves for your touch, just yours.
I am withering day by day, slowly, it's the kind of wither which is visible just to me, just me. For them, I am blooming, but I am withering day by day. And I'll wither away soon if I'll not get proper nourishment that is you...
Save me, my soul is dying slowly with each passing second.
-sakshi ��
P.S- I need to write things regardless of everything else. I am grateful for each and everyone of you.
@sangfroid_soul @dusky_dawn I love you both❤️.
