#Mirakeewrites

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  • salma_nr 10h

    I never wanna fancy and expensive gifts from,,
    The gifts all I need is your time, care and love.��
    #mirakeewrites #love #romantic #gifts

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    ©salma_nr

    Mujhe tujhse Diamond ring nehi chahiye
    Na Sone ki baaliyan,
    Woh jo tu gaaliyon se guzarte waqt
    100 rupay ke jhumke laata hai,
    Hume wahi pe Sukoon milta hai..❤️

  • sauda_02 22h

    My life isn't perfect but I'm thankful for everything I have
    ©sauda_02

  • menokadevi 1d

    Yes...
    Death isn't what I fear, all
    I fear is if I fail to prove
    My existence.


    @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld #pod #mirakeewrites

    @odysseus Thnx

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    Yes

    Night will kiss the same sky
    Day's will swing even without Me,
    Fact that I was alive someday, will
    Be pocket full of memories. And
    only thing that'll keep reminding
    Of me to you is.... How
    My Presence made You Feel
    ©menokadevi

  • sauda_02 2d

    He jests at scars that never felt the wound.....
    ©sauda_02

  • sauda_02 2d

    Ajeeb hai mera akela pan
    Apnon ki yaad dilati hai....
    par,. ... apney bhi matlabi the.......
    ©sauda_02

  • sauda_02 2d

    People don't notice the things you do for them until you stop doing them
    ©sauda_02

  • aradhana1308 3d

    Somewhere in the hills of manali between the snow capped mountains, she came out of the shower with her body wrapped in a robe and her long silky hair wet through, scented of the floral shampoo she just used in the shower. She changed from the robe to a voilet silk saree and then sat on the dressing table, where the rays of sun were complementing her caramel skin toned body, her beautifully carved face glowed when met with the sunlight. She took a towel and started drying her hair, with her almond eyes closed. Suddenly a button from her designer blouse fell down with a sound. She opened her eyes and looked for it. She picked up it in her hand, the small silver coloured gloomy button at which she gazed for sometimes which took her down to the memory lane 5 years back
    It was her best friend's wedding and she was getting ready while being late too, she did her make up and was trying to pin her dupatta alone in the room while someone came inside without knocking. It was him, the guy she was crushing over past few years, whom she had been secretly in love with, her bestfriend's brother.
    "I am sorry"he said showing a button from his coat which was no more attached to it. "Can you please stitch it back here" pointing towards the pocke he requested. "Sure wait a minute" she said and came with thread and needle. She put the thread inside the needle and went to him.
    "I am getting late, could you please do it while I am wearing it?" He requested again. She nodded and started moving the needle in and out of the button, she was little against his strong build muscular frame, his intoxicating eyes were gazing at her, his fragnant was seductive. She felt nervous and the needle pierced his chest a little. "Oouch!"He said.
    "Oh I am so sorry! It's my fault I don't know how I did it" she lifted the lining of his court slightly and saw a little drop of blood there, and tears rolled down her cheeks for she had hurt the person she loved and admired the most. "Hey it's okay take it easy" he cuped his cheeks in his hand and said lifting her face up "there is nothing to cry I am fine" Wiping up her tears with his thumb his said.
    "Really?" She asked. "Yes! are you okay?" He asked. "Untill and unless you are fine nothing can happen to me" she confessed her feelings unknowingly. He smiled and said "I do feel the same for you" she looked at him, their eyes met, their gaze were so intense that it revealed all their feelings, her tear once again rolled down and she hugged him, he also took her in his embrace. That moment a new love story started.
    She came out of the memory lane and looked at him sleeping peacefully at the second day of their honeymoon. She sat on the bed beside him and tried to wake him up with her wet hair nudging his face. He woke up and saw the button in his hand. He smiled and once again took her in his embrace.
    #mirakeewriters #love #fiction #wordporn #heart #firstlove #mirakeewrites #mirakee #thoughtoftheday #shortstory

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    ©aradhana1308

  • sauda_02 3d

    Chase your passion,not your pension....
    ©sauda_02

  • sauda_02 3d

    The greatest force on earth is not the compulsion of law,but
    the compassion of the Love.
    ©sauda_02

  • sauda_02 4d

    knowing others is Wisdom
    Knowing yourself is Enlightenment
    ©sauda_02

  • sauda_02 4d

    You are the first thing I think about when
    I wake up every morning and
    the last thing I think about before
    I got to bed
    You're the first person I want to say
    good morning to,and the last person
    I want to say good night to
    You're the person I love the most but also very best friend.
    I'm so grateful that,
    I get to spend this life with you
    I'm amazed that,
    even after all of this time together,
    I still find out more and more things
    about you that make me fall more and more
    in love with you........
    #TrueLove#mirakeewrites@mirakee

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    ©sauda_02

  • simran2315 4d

    //Between the flames and the fireplace//
    ~A love story

    If there were any phrase so fit,
    it would be "A Doomed Forever"

    I remember her surging, from the stricken match
    a minuscule of spark as if
    rekindling towards heavens from
    the abysses of Hades.

    And she flinched to unravel, but slowly caressed
    the highest of timber in the stack, flickering
    in delight. Her tips
    scintillate like shooting stars, her indigo heart,
    concealed within her orange drapes. I gleamed
    in her presence and warmth.
    I was the fireplace and she was flames.

    She metamorphosed all woods to dust,
    bestowing all over upon my floor, a souvenir.
    Like a Phoenix tiptoeing
    to my roof, a kiss every time
    to my scarlet face. She soothed
    my worn-out bricks, blowing the burnt embers
    as stardust.

    //How desperate you must be for warmth and flush that you happily succumb the ashen skies!//


    Forged in my lap, had been
    a hundreds of flames,
    and the ashes of them but only delusions.
    She pirouetted with radiance
    as if humming me a serenade. Her
    fervour and anguish, reverberating my walls.
    she makes me look like I've known her forever.

    I wish I were an ocean, devouring
    the last of her sunrays, every dusk,
    Kissing the blush of her sky, every dawn.
    She was an unknown Deja Vu,
    evoking the touch
    I had never ever discerned.
    She was made to be mine, I wish I were not a fireplace and she, not ephemeral flames.

    //But Is it still a promise if we knew we are gonna break it soon?//

    I loosened my bricks for her to linger upon. Withering my bits, lifting her up,
    perhaps hampering with the time.
    My crimson will soon turn to a cinder.
    And I relish that dusk and darkness,
    for her ephemeral light suffices me for my perpetual seared skin.
    Maybe they will clot them back,
    And I will have her then etched in myself, forever.

    //Is it still love, if it compels you to char in hell.//


    ~ I watched him, as he intentionally lowered his bricks, and I yearned
    for him to stop dishevelling for me.
    I helplessly strive to spare his parts,
    out of my touch, gasping for life.
    I had but count my seconds remaining.
    So I fervently kissed his all fallen pieces with my last flicker.
    For I knew he would have done
    this for me too.
    //Is it still forever if I can't foresee him being mine?//

    ©Simran2315

    #emberc #ephemeralc #writersbay @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee @writersbay #mirakeewrites #wod #pod
    #ceesreposts #poetrywednesday

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  • sauda_02 4d

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  • menokadevi 5d

    World is full of Critics and Philosophers to shower demandless suggestions, but Choices should always be our's either to imply or discard them into our Live's
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @sunday_soup #mirakeewrites #pod

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    You are the

    MIRROR

    To yourself, always remember.


    ©menokadevi

  • menokadevi 5d

    None of us are perfectionis, so why cover our shortages and not accept disgrace as an opportunity to Correct our misdeeds. Being true to oneself first is so very essential for us today, inorder to evoke the masterpiece from within, inorder to be successful and taset the flavor of Victory.

    #mirakeewrites @mirakee @writersnetwork @feelingsworkbook @whitewings #pod

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    Its is never too late to be
    True to Oneself


    ©menokadevi

  • menokadevi 5d

    Similar to the Honey bee collecting necter , Essential is to extract lesson out of our life's experiences . Nothing is unplanned, nothing is permanent every scenes of our Lives are Scripted by Diety with intention to mould us *Stronger and *Graceful. In short, Life is an evolving process and we are Planted in it as Learners.

    #pod #mirakeewrites @mirakee @writersnetwork @feelingsworkbook @feeltheword #oneliner

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    Trust the process of Time
    The pain itself has its ointment.

    ©menokadevi

  • sauda_02 5d

    I never thought it was possible to fall in love with someone over and over again
    But
    then
    I met you........
    #heart#because of you❤........#mirakeewrites@mirakee

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    My heart is perfect because you are in it......
    ©sauda_02

  • prajakta_15 5d

    GRAVE

    Today I visited a grave.
    After so many long years..
    I didn't know what to feel,
    But my eyes were filled with tears!
    It was the grave of my dreams.
    Dreams that faded away with time..
    And now when they are fast asleep,
    I wonder if they were ever mine?
    Dreams to chase the world,
    Dreams to break the cage and fly!
    They had beautiful wings of hope,
    And courage to touch the blue sky!
    Once they sparkled in my eyes,
    Lighting up a fire in my heart!
    Until the day I grew old and coward,
    And carelessly ripped them apart.
    Now they lie still in that grave,
    With a dark night and no Dawn...
    I'm incomplete without them now,
    But it was too late, all I did was mourn!
    ©prajakta_15

  • sauda_02 1w

    Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scranton test is absolutely petrifying....
    ©sauda_02

  • kashu_03 1w

    कोई खुशियों की चाह में रोया
    कोई दुखो की पनाह में रोया
    अजीब सिलसिला है जिदंगी का
    कोई भरोसे के लिए रोया
    कोई भरोसा करके रोया...
    ©kashu_03