Mirakee
How do you hide from pain and disappointment
Or anger
Or sadness?
By knowing that they don't last .
©dhananjay_yaduvanshi
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Its hard sometimes understanding why
things seems so hard,
i now probably have tears and achy heart
but i've got words
and smiley faces.
"You'll be fine.:)"
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If you ever get stucked in a dark phase of sadness and uncertainity,
know that you are also in best place to
soon see rays of hope
and glimmers of better days.
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Don't be in a hurry to plan our next destination,
just slow down and leave a smile to the
people we meet along the way.
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Sometimes things feel too much
or your emotions grew massive overnight,
maybe they're all of that
because you were meant for big things-
that while your responsiblities are huge,
well so are your rewards,
you probably cant see them yet
because they will appear as massive surprises
knocking the doors
Of your gigantic heart.
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Sometimes you can't even tell
If your happiness is real or forced.
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They see me talk and laugh a lot and
probably thinks i'm a very happy guy.
But little they do know that he is also
that guy who cries himself to sleep every
night.
©dhananjay_yaduvanshi
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_krashnika_
4w
Sobbing in the shower assuming it to be rain,
I don't know why i can't hide it , indeed I'm insane.
Always prefering to be alone,
Life is a bitch , only company call rings my phone ...
My parents have no clue,
Why i have my skin is red & blue..
My diaries will explain,
why there are red spots on the papers which are assumed to be plain...
When your only hope is to get tattoos ,
Want to run away from all society taboos...
These days don't seem to change,
I don't worth the spotlight i don't worth the fame ,
Just keep on listening there is nothing to lose when noone knows your name...
When you need upthrust ,
But don't have anyone to trust ...
Realizing when all are snakes,
But putting the most charming smile over the face just for parent's sake ..
My eyes will explain ,
How many times i want to die but can't coz my parents will do the same ,
I just wish that no one knows my name ...
©_krashnika_ -
jeelpatel
9w
Read More"language of existentialism" that invented just by my restless brain.
#homosapiens_j
This is long. You can skip it.Homo Sapiens - 13.0
(Ultimate purpose, meanings, reasons)
Homo sapiens having totalitarianism on almost every law and letter wrapped inside an idealistic or pragmatic portfolio, dispatched by any government of their colleague humans or uncontrolled circumstances (exceptions are there) or destined accidents to change them in a better way. They have collective power to pierce through and to react with their freely floating yet fettered neurons. They can compartmentalize any tough situation or any mysterious, unknown journey and can find out how to survive or overcome.
Time comes when everyone of us feels as a neurotic person, when your intellectual property, emotional efficacy, responsive power loses the path of persistence inside your own self, for your own inner universe. All chemicals and electrical messages get misinterpreted or you feel as an illiterate human for your own inborn language, yes, the “language of existentialism”, may be only you can understand this language, can implant your acts according it, can hear all poetries sung in your language and you do try to convey or express yourself through it to humans whose shoulders you find as pillars to your weak bases, whose vibes can create hurricane inside the gap between your heart and mind or can uncage white pigeons inside your body to dilute serenity inside your blood flow.(Or even though we won’t come across unknown places, every homo sapiens, won’t dance on every traditional song, won’t taste the taste of saliva when our tongue turn and twist to speak exotic language we speak and spread our own language of existentialism on the wings of wind, through the ever changing metro station, through surpassing skills, through eternal love, karma and prayers). And you yourself try to hear, to decode, to understand others’ language of existentialism. But neither you, nor others can expect this process of being expressed in own way and being accepted by other humans would be succeeded, without obstacle or with obstacle. May be it will lead to only failure even though you fight against all odds, and you accept it’s not necessary to get fitted in everyone’s life as a perfect homosapien nor other should try to adjust their selves according your convenience. And maybe that’s the reason in typical season you feel vacuum inside your very veins, you start questioning your existence, you devote yourself between the arms of neurosis. Because subconsciously humans, they want to feel wanted in others’ lives, they want to feel worthy regarding others’ point of you, they want someone to whisper in their ear tunnels genuinely you’re beautiful inside out, the way you’re, get better with every passing day but don’t change your own traits, because they make you “you”.
Isn’t it beautiful to have this life, to have this chaos and this healthy struggle of unbeatable survivor? Having this life is the big deal in itself, and living through it is like challenging yourself to adapt constant changes by shaking your every cell of comfort zone, by harbouring pain yet quenching the thirst of satisfaction that you are making your every single day. We homo sapiens view our lives in aspect to this confined world of myriad social trends or society or till our senses can perceive atoms of living or non-living things, till the horizon where our vision has no longer surface to get reflected on, till every square we feel materialistic world.
But I do feel as homo sapiens our lives are in aspect to “sub specie aeternitatis” (eternal, in a universal perspective”), we spend every sand-crystal of time in that hourglass to find ultimate purpose of life, chase every kind of kite to find meaning in flying, failing, falling, we suffer, we do constantly without giving up almost every human seems like an inborn fighter except some collarbones get tired and give up halfway. But then what? You would feel bit of certainty if you get to know about meaning or reason or purpose of your life, because they are like transitory relief, they are there for some time, for typical kind of occasion or work to your small goals, they are there every day as if you want to finish those left 313 pages in a day by being just focused on that then it’s called for that typical day you’ve got purpose of the day – to finish reading, you’ve got reason behind it – it can be you want to live someone’s thriller life, or want to experience the mental toll and then beautiful end by learning how to handle shades of suffering, or you want to just pass your time in good way or you want to feel content or you just want to feel that you have read a book, you’ve got meaning behind it – what can be meaning behind reading a book ? when you can find meaning behind anything ? reading a book, experiencing that changing graph of emotions, feeling known or unknown impact of stories in it, travelling through highs and lows or anything according it genre, may be these all would let you know what meaning you have got. It goes same with almost every meaning. And according different perceptions of different homo sapiens and their response to it would lead to have them different meaning.
So, without just running on time to find ultimate purpose or meaning of life, to find every answer of questions, to justify every reason, humans should live every moment in its finest form. This transitoriness of everything in your life, of every people in your life, every reason, meaning in your life will keep you wide awake to live it, to go through every turn and twist, to keep you excited to explore every day, keep you scared for letting any beautiful moment fade away and keep you persistent as in nothingness of similar days you’d find something new every day. And at the end of your suffering, survival, or life in those scattered last breaths every human will write ultimate purpose of life cause every human carries their own purpose to fulfil during this whole lifetime, that’s mysterious to know if they get succeed in fulfilling or not.
In between the folds of life depersonalization hits you in the hardest way, when you can’t feel yourself inside your own shell, blunt senses won’t let you feel good or bad every molecule of your body turns out neutral and numb, words around you seem as a mirage and mouths seem overrated, you lost in the woods and blues and want to be lost and not found by any pair of eyes, that’s the time hold your shoes tight, because that’s the time you will get to meet to your real self, to know the boundless capacity or power you possess, because know you will survive just the way you’ve been but by witnessing your evolution. For, you’re a homo sapien, have been wanderer ever since, would create wonder by gathering up all evidences of suffering and survival.
©jeelpatel -
thewordplayer
14w
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I'm in love with the simple things you do.
Like the perfume you wear that has been my favorite scent ever since our heartstrings entangled within themselves. Everytime I catch a whiff of it, my cheeks blush like red flowers, coz the way those Jasmine petals smell, I can't seem to control any of my senses.
And the way you do your hair, teaches me how to contain a thundering waterfall with just a pair of rubberbands. Your hair, stretching till my arm's left and dark brown in colour like coffee stains, braided in a zigzag fashion and what not. How do you make everything look like art? And when you let them loose before me and wave them around, my heart just comes crashing down.
I'm in love with the simple things you do.
Like when we're lying beside each other on our bed, and you turn your face over to me and release a quick kiss on my left cheek. And when I pretend to be asleep so you don't stop playing with my hair, coz I love it when your fingers run through my messy curls. They trailblaze on the outskirts of my temple, and tresspass around my forehead. And when you trace them over my nose all the way down to my lips, it's the perfect time to surprise you with a kiss on your little fingers.
I'm in love with the simple things you do.
Like when you sneak "i love you" notes into my pockets so your friends don't notice that. And I go on to make you shy or rather embarrass you in front of them by reading them out loud. "Wait, what? you love me? " and while the whole room bursts into laughter, you're standing there giving me that scary look like you're waiting everyone to leave so you can kill me at once. And I don't waste a single second to land another kiss on your lips in front of all of your friends.
I'm in love with the simple things you do.
Like when your favorite song comes on and you forget everything and just start moving your hips to it. You pull me in to join in your little fun when I'm like the worst dance partner one could ever find. Yet you make me swirl and twirl alongside you. You! You always lead me into something beautiful. And when I'm failing to recall the lyrics correctly, so I just mumble random words with a pinch of confidence and you just keep looking at me, not with a grin but with a smile that reaches ear to ear. Coz you don't mind how bad I sound or how stupid I look while singing, if we're even allowed to call it that, but you just cherish the way my lips move.
I'm in love with the simple things you do.
Like when we're watching a romantic movie together on a saturday night and when rivers of tears don't stop pouring out of your eyes, you look really cute with cheeks red and nose going blue. And I can't relate to that coz baby I haven't cried in a long time but watching you get emotional over things that the writer probably didn't put much efforts in, makes me wonder how an angel like you found her way to my home. You feel every little thing with all of your heart and I feel blessed to be a part of your life coz maybe that's why you feel the love so strongly towards me, you feel things differently. You see us in the movies we watch and I love how our love never ends like it always does in all those movies. Unlike fiction, it goes on and on even after the screen has turned black. Through ups and downs we always land back in each other's lap, and that's something that'll stay forever with me.
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dusky_dawn
14w
Read MoreHappy International Men's day to all the Men out there :))
@petrichor_tales @samarlexis @zohiii @elusive_me @aaditya Guys a read?Bravery.
I saw bravery brewing on the stove.Brimming with water to the full the pan and the eyes with tears didn't know where to stop. Blinking away the tears when heard the creaking of the door "You were crying" and the reply "I was. I am. I will. I lost a son and I can't even mourn properly".I cried on his grave. I am not the odd one out just a human who can shed tears.Who can drown in sadness for as long as i want until this thing.The thing that is troubling my soul dies. |I am man| but I am human first. I cook emotions everyday and feed myself to a level where I won't backstab my soul for not letting it puke whenever it gets too much.Then cried a little. A little. Until the heart said "We are done for the day"
Fearlessness.
I smelt fearlessness.3rd December,19:19 p.m when a 32 year old man was lying on the wet grass staring at the dusky sky listening to his heart for the nth Time "You are allowed to let your emotional side take control once in a while."You are allowed to breathe Like a normal human do"."You are allowed to get troubled by anxiety sometimes when you are scared but you know you"ll overcome it".You are allowed to sparkle the badge of depression lying on your shoulders and not always sit straight with a straight face amongst the happy crowd just because you are a man. You can let the frown of sadness come on your face at the times when it's enough. "He smiled looking at the sky before turning to towards the girl he loved "I am depressed. I need help. I need you. I am weak. I am not strong as they label me.I cry at shady hours and cry till midnight and sometimes cry till morning. I am not afraid of that'll it make a less of a man. I am a man enough to let my sorrows scream on my face. I am man enough to ask for help. I smelt love in those tears dripping down her eyes.
Manliness.
I heard manliness smiling at the top of the lungs around the corner when I heard the laughing sound of a woman taking a man to the places he has never been. To a place where peace resides. I heard manliness dropping a women to her house around midnight safely when her car turned dead in the middle of the road.I heard manliness smiling proudly in front of the whole crowd when his woman was the centre of attraction. I heard manliness baking cookies for his wife expecting their first child. They said manliness and I heard a stubborn man forcing his wife to take care of her diet. They said manliness and I heard love.
©dusky_dawn -
raika_
14w
Read Morestack the knives and blades,
with their sharp, bloodthirsty
edges, into the furnace,
and burn the flame high,
until all of it melts and flows;
then pour it in a mould of
a necklace and throw in
some shiny jewels;
give it to the girl who told
you a fortnight ago,
that she's in love with you;
slide it gently behind her
neck and lock-it with
her; then look into her
eyes, and gaze into them
until all of her melts
and flows; lastly, turn your
back on her and don't look
back, at all; hear her sob,
and bellow, but take the
first drive you see and
leave, don't ever see her
again—
hope is a double-edged
sword; weapons could
hurt you once, but
false hope could kill you
enough before you're
finally declared dead.
—zohiii
wash the gunpowder
off your body and
gulp down a cup of
bitter coffee;
put on a fine
black dress and wear his
favourite perfume;
make him write a poem where
he decorates his love
for you in fancy, artsy words;
let him plead, and then
go to the prom with him;
hold his hand, and whisper
in his ear, a promise—
of all the dances, and a kiss
under the mistletoe;
enter the hall
in your sheath gown,
and send him
off to get a drink;
kiss a guy you've slept
with before and then
another one in a dull tuxedo,
while he stands by the table,
with shards of
glass around him;
let them pierce his heart,
and leave behind wounds;
leave the party with the
prom king, and don't turn
back—
gunpowder could crack
the walls you can see,
but false hope
cracks the heart,
you can't.
—raika
@zohiii ����How to hurt someone
©zohiii & ©raika -
daphnae
15w
Read MoreThese days, I have been trying to stare at the skies without your stains in it. I guess it's time to let go of all my guilts, my pain. It's time to let my scars to heal and dry off. The callus to my soul, is tired of you painting my slits fresh all over again. Your stars disappear everytime I take a peek, and my decision to sketch them betwixt my rhymes have always gifted the worst of my nightmares. Yet I can never stop. Can I? Over the cliffs, and across the rims, they never leave my side unlike you. You might think I am happy to have at least them, by my side. But how will I ever tell you that happiness threw my hand long before you did. And unexpectedly, I never tried to search for them. Always knew they would hide, away. Far away.
The spring in my garden, stays brown and yellow. I wake up with the fragrance of autumn engulfing me throughout the day. It escapes amidst the chilly winds whispering 'death' in my ears, blooming flowers of winter I always fail to recall the name just like I forget the number of pieces my heart has been broken in. It took me two, to realize about those four pieces scrambled and puzzled inside. And the only thing I realized at the end was, once your heart breaks, the pieces keep on multiplying. They never stop, they can't.
My pen asks me to give up. Give up on writing about you, every other night I lay my eyes upon the stars you owned in my sky. But my hands have encased every inch of your skin with such intimacy and delicacy, they crave for your touch and never fail to recreate them in mere words. And my words stay, between your memories seeped inside the cracks of my heart.
©saya__
#mirakee #wn #pod #nocturnalnovember
@writersnetwork
I don't know if this makes any sense. But it's highly inspired by @love_whispererr and @sangfroid_soul ��❤Memories bring back,
Memories bring back
Everything but you.
©saya__ -
barasiya__
17w
Read MoreFine lines and the glass of wine
I can't think of poetry all the way
I can't write for people falling in love
And I am done talking about heartbreaks.
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There's a time when I will shine
Into dusk and dawn and singing songs
Not everything in the world meant you
But not everything in the world needed to.
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You don't know if life is hard
Or it's just an age of up and down
I don't know if its an autumn wind
Or am sitting out of the edge of mind.
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I hope it's just age and nothing else
Brewing coffee and tossing bread
Dreaming of fairy tales and fake aesthetics
Ain't into dreams that are pathetic.
Ignore. #rant
@writersnetwork @mirakee
@writersbay #picture
@redolent_smile.
©barasiya__ -
felix__anima
17w
Caress(hat)ing the places
you kissed me in l(ust)ove,
my mo(u)rning routine includes
re(mors)member(ing) your departure.
I put(mask) up a smile
on my heal(bleed)ing wounds
and refill self(hate)love
to be a bit better(worse) the next day.
©felix__anima -
theemsen
70w
I guess I just loved you too much
©theemsen
