24 years of marriage
My beginning and ending, use to revolve around you.
It was pleasant at times and could be dreadful at others. The ups of love and passion, did not out weight the downs of control and damage you caused my inner bring. It was a long trail of broken dreams, and the pieces that shattered about were so many I couldn't count. You no longer consume my core and thoughts. But I'm still mending and looking for the broken pieces, of my heart.
©silverjade69
#baec
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silverjade69 14w
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the_speccy_outsider 15w
If I could only stick the broken stems together that once supported the foundation of my life and obstruct a tedious process of the dying of summer and letting the cold and dark winter take away my sanity through its creepy grasp.
To face the fatalities, I cut down all the thorns. As they often hurt the ones who wanted to bloom by my side. Thus, I was left vulnerable, without my armour.
How foolish of me to think that detachment could help me cope up with the nosedive I was experiencing. When a flower is left forlorn, segregated from the fragrance of fellow buds, it is an arduous task to survive. To be away from the pack, all alone.
To stride into the cerulean caelum being inebriated by the azure, one feels blessed. Watching the silhouettes of orphic hues. The journey comes to a halt when the melancholic grey encompasses the sky. One suffers a nosedive. And it hits hard.
There aren't any dew drops that kiss you every morning, a zephyr that helps you relinquish the pain, and the dear petrichor that brings peace and serenity. All one has are the scissors of vanquish. Cutting every pulchritudinous memory that once made you feel valiant.
The beginning and the end of a nosedive is in our hands. The power to manipulate it rests with none, but us. To give it a proper ending, or to not give it an ending. Leaving various blanks to fill, according to one's desires. Or to forget that there ever was a nosedive.
//I regarded it as if it had happened years before, or as if it had happened to someone else, or as if I had only heard of it, or as if I had only forgotten about it// The Castle (Franz Kafka).
Bestowing one the power to change everything. And to look beyond the horizons of self-doubt and the cimmerian sky. Towards a yonder land where one is about to bloom, among fellow buds. With just the apt avidity.
©the_speccy_outsider
#daadisbae #octobermusings #picturec #bookc #peacec #baec
Picture credits: To the rightful owner.
Edit: @writersnetwork Thank you so very much for the fifth repost!Nosedive
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felix__anima 16w
'Always Too Young For Dead Ends'
Stories, Chapters, The novel of life
each page turns to another climax,
endings begin with finished beginnings
and a new page begins with priors The End.
I wonder what leaves more impact
what emotion you let dominate the other,
the joy of turning to a new story
or the agony of leaving a familiar one behind.
/One heart breaks while other is mending
one door opens while other is closing/
but should I be happy of new doors, I'm scared to explore
or mourn closing of doors, I was used of seeing.
We stick to our past, because of familiar faces
we scare new doors, life adventures are pretty scary
past bids farewell with no goodbyes
and future welcomes people with no prior information.
The surprise of beginnings
the heartbreaks of The Ends,
the ship of our life trembles
in inconsistent 'go with the flow' waves.
A roller coaster of emotions this brain feels
the hormonal rush with considerable impact,
the emotional changes, equivalent of physical wounds
are we not always too young for dead ends?
Hippocampus, amygdala, the emotional brain
dopamine the pleasure, with an urge to return back
oxytocin the love, need to feel cosy again
adrenaline the fright, scared of The Ends after beginnings.
Few stories begin, maybe to end
few of them end, to weave some new
but isn't this binary too complex
for way too emotional human brain.
©a_ayushi
#baec (sorry for the late attempt)
#writersbay #genuine_readers @writersbay
(The lines in slashes are from some dice media series.)|Always Too Young For Dead Ends|
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my_tiny_chapter 16w
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
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#zephyr
#baec
GENESIS
Something inside me
ripples
at the sound of your name.
Some say this is love,
but I know this is pain.
With the cloths of fabrication
wrap perfectly along your body,
The deceit.
The resentment.
The lies;
The ill intentions-
have coveted the means
for resonance and rehabilitation
In the sense in which
you lack and cannot maintain.
The fear drives away the fire
from my soul,
brought by the zephyr of the night,
Making me feel weird.
Like the churning of the ocean,
my soul sinks,
knowing depths are relative -
knowing I'm never coming back.
A thousand bejeweled words,
are buried
under this forbidden desire.
This ache and this bile,
rises with a forced smile.
The last one I gave
as I drowned
in the waves of the night.
I am thinking about
your embrace,
encompassing me
like water running to land,
while I am completely submerged
in the way
you call this sinking feeling love.
Drowning me
with false dreams,
Choking me
with saccharin hug,
Blinding me
with your beams.
A repetitive pattern
of falling in vain,
But eventualy,
they all feel like death to me.
I remembered
one of the wise saying,
"We are not drown
by falling into depth
but rather
by staying submerged in it!"
Lying on the ocean floor
devoid of light and sound
Waters washed my scent away,
and my own self-pity
was like a buble bath
in which
my crushed bones were soaking.
I've burrowed into my existence.
I can't find the hinges
that hold our worlds together,
Or the patterns
that could help me try,
As you -
You poured darkness
upon me...
Leaving me
forever damaged
full of love and hate.
However,
swirling within the troposphere
the zephyr touches my heart,
guided waves to shore,
playing in grand sound,
as I whisper gratitude,
For celebrating
A new life -
A new emergence
Exploding outward
defying confinement
Unwavering
in my own commitment
to a reality yet unknown.
Image found from Google
And is credited to rightful owner / artistGenesis
"We are not drown
by falling into depth
but rather
by staying submerged in it!"
©my_tiny_chapter -
The subtle
ending of the
day holds my
loneliness into
it's arms like a new
born under the sunset
amid the daisies and
wraps me up in a comfortable
blanket of emotions and my thoughts
to mark a beautiful beginning
under the same black sky and
the path that leads to heaven inside.
©zehrish_ -
wilmaneels 16w
-the beauty in complexity-
Their beginning was unorthodox
Felt more like an ending
Because both had to let go of baggage
That were not needed anymore
Though they were judged by outsiders
The following chapters of the book
Were for their eyes only
The outsiders could only guess and assume
We all know what happened to assumptions
So even though it started out like an ending
Their beginning was the most beautiful thing to watch
Especially to those who understood the complexity
©wilmaneels
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rekhuu 16w
A city buzzing with inter caste weddings and its shenanigans all around, takes me back to the time when I imagined our very own such special wedding. Alas, not all beginnings have the kind of endings as desired. Here I am wishing off everyone a "happy married life" and cursing myself for falling in love with "the wrong guy". The negativity brewing betwixt those lies and the broken promises making me loose my humane self. Year after year as I inch closer to the desperate thirties without having tasted "any" sort of success, the parental concern and societal pressure mounting at an alarming rate. Research says that every relationship serves some purpose. I do wonder what the reason was for our fateful crossover. It's sad that "we" should've been the unlucky ones to face God's brunt. I choose to turn to the seraphic verses to drive out melancholy from my soul. . .
©rekhuu
#MondayMantras @writersnetwork @mirakee
#baec @writersbay #daadigotyourbackL(I)FE
A journey to celebrate the painful endings which leads to eventful beginnings
©rekhuu -
the_lost_melody 16w
/ and i know what my heart was made for
to love you forevermore /
- you are my everything, gummy
and I want to tell you
that I've loved you from the beginning
when I didn't know what love was
but my heart was still set on you
like the flapping of butterfly wings
the sun that shined brighter
the first rain that i shared with you
like all the stories
that I no more speak of
the words that I hold within
because love comes stealthily
like stolen glances
and sand castles in mid summers
my name that wouldn't slip past your lips
like everything that i've always known
the world i've seen from your eyes
my first love
that stays beyond endings and eternities
-thelostmelody
#baec @writersbay.
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At the end of a journey
make sure that the destination is
worth your patience.
If it is not,
keep journeying.
©sara_maliha -
blinganshu 16w
JINXED BEGINNING AND JINXED END
There is not much to talk about
The beginning and the end
They were both jinxed.
Me and my favorite person in the world
My dearest father decided to watch
A movie together.
We were both very excited
It was happening for the first time
After a long time.
The movie we decided to watch
The one which the channel decided to show
Our excitement was full-blown
We would finally watch the full movie
You all know it.
The classic 'Sholay'.
'Why so much fuss about a movie?'
My mom asked
'You know nothing about it.'
My dad sassed.
I agreed with him in my heart.
Being a movie buff and
Still never being able to watch
The beginning and the end
Of this legendry movie
Only the two of us know
How does it feel?
We switched off our phones.
Closed the curtains
Took the popcorn bowl
Made our way in front of the TV screen
The movie was about to start
We waited with thumping hearts.
And
It happened again.
The TV turned off
Next
We heard my mother's scoff
We got up and checked.
There was some problem with the plug.
By the time it was fixed
The part we always miss
Had already finished.
Still, we didn't lose hope
So what if we missed the beginning
We will definitely not miss the end
But it was just our wishful thinking.
It happened again
The TV screen was again black.
It has happened to us
Innumerable times.
Talking about this movie
There is not much to talk about
The beginning and the end
They are both jinxed.
©blinganshu
#blinganshu #baec #pod #jinxedbeginningandjinxedendJinxed beginning and Jinxed end
There is not much to talk about
The beginning and the end
They were both jinxed.
©blinganshu -
strangledsoul 16w
the raw cinch mocking the windows and door
Yet failed in persuading the agony in me
Holding the inner truce, inciting the recalls
of her holding hands and cuddling back
taking the seat beside mine
adores gushing through vocals
she possesses unique spells
plunging me to her oftentimes
At the moment, just alone
sipping coffee, she likes the most
the warm latte, dangled
over the lips seems appealing
Emotions flooding hastily
with the thought of proclaiming
the soul urging mine to
demand love with
everything I own
beginnings enunciated
the moments and endings
yearns for them ever
plant me in your garden
and be my companion
to embed my leaves
and fruit flowers with little
captures of days and nights
full of life and not fearing time
however, the time, challenged
my belief and faith
for the moments I strived
daily from minutes to an hour
fiddled as the piano tiles
of bleak fame I earned
when you fade
fate, scout initiating time
when body involved
and ceasing the motions
when the freedom call.
#baec #coffeec #time @mirakee
@writersnetwork @writersbay #podTime was running out and I was sipping coffee
©silly_lad -
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pallavi4 16w
Beginnings and Endings
The ending that came all too soon
Was like a book that was shut abruptly
Without warning, without pretext
Appearing out of nowhere, suddenly
I broke down like a smashed teacup
Into thousands of unmendable pieces
Got lost in a moving crowd made up of
A thousand indifferent faces
The feeling of being hollow inside never left me
Of being a tunnel without an end
No matter how hard I tried, I lost myself
In a vortex without any hope of being mend
Spiralling downwards I was like Alice
Falling down a seemingly unending rabbit hole
And then one day I hit rock bottom, just when I
Thought there could be no hope for my soul
Could there be any restitution for one whose spirit
Had been shattered, splintered, subdued?
Whose insides had been scared by the glass like
Broken trust, trust that had been abused
Climbing out of that complexly bizarre state
Where you’d left me obscure, without any illumination
Every day, every step was excruciating
Like being on a path of damnation
Covered in grime and muck- I dug my way out
In the hope of finding myself eventually again
Not only did I find my way out of all the turbulence
I stopped hurting or feeling any pain
Like a new leaf that sprouts in the spring-
Without any protection it chooses to bloom
Gradually as the sun came out, I found a way
To not be defined by my gloom
The moon shines all the while bearing scars
I chose to wear mine with pride yet plough ahead
I hope I find a new direction, a new goal
A new beginning for me to tread
@pallavi4
5th of October, 2020
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner - Mysterious silhouettes stand in surreal portals to imaginary new worlds by Nate Hill
#baec #beginnings #endings #love _gone_sour #stories_in_poems @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakeePlease read caption
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shilpagk 16w
Affirmations and refutations
And when the caterpillar thought it's the end of its petty life, it began to have wings to fly!
Opportunities are waiting with open arms, only if you know how to detach yourself from refutations!
©shilpagk -
bhawna__ 16w
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// I'll witness the endings someday,
I'll talk to the beginnings someday,//
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I AM NOT A WRITER, JUST SCRIBBLE THE EASIEST WORDS I KNOW.
because I'm always afraid of writing,
because I always leave my words unfinished,
because I accept the death of the victory even before the fight,
and still, I call myself a warrior,
because I'm still fighting with the beginnings,
I'm meditating every day to breathe the dark lights,
I don't have time
And I can not fight with the time,
so I started having a war with it,
To shine more and having a smile that can show my shining eyes,
That I'm having the wars with my crimes,
That my words aren't there that I thought of having beginning kites,
that always wanted to freely fly,
high in the sky.
©️bhawna__
October 5, 2020
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#baec #writersbay @mirakee #MondayMantras @writersnetwork #pod #penandpaper #ink #upsc #universe #victory #hope #dreams #soul #fear #courage #war
#life #writingBEGINNendINGS
I wanted to be a great writer when my brain was shuffling to get out of the mess,
that I am having a lot of questions,
This was the great beginning of a great aspiring artist,
who always wanted to create the questions,
and always wanted to make the portraits
of the answers to create new questions,
so that my brain can think of more answers to create further ones,
But, whenever, I tried to put my ink to draw the biggest palace,
which is having the uncountable stairs to walk,
and walk till the graffiti does not make the straight lines to make the reverse of that,
I just found myself with the infinite endings of the questions,
I always felt helpless whenever I got to select that colour of the ink,
from which I'm going to write the blurred letters,
My brain always betrayed me with the questions that I'm gonna write,
and with the answers that I'm gonna create,
with my coward soul,
If I'm gonna begin this movement of battle with my soul,
I'll be dead in the moments
when I will not get the courage to turn that question into the answers,
and I'll not be able to create the next question,
just because of that fear,
the fear of getting into the drawings of hate wars,
and my portrait of questions and answers will be an ending scene of what I never dreamt of,
and I fall again in this trap,
and here I again stop writing, ~~~~~~
// BECAUSE THE BEGINNING NEVER ACCEPTED THE PROPOSAL OF THE ENDINGS TO HAVE A LIFE
AND REALIZED THE BEAUTY OF THE DEATH
EVEN BEFORE HAVING THE TASTE OF THE LIFE. //
©️bhawna__ -
The ending of us will be a beginning of a new me
©lightnessandark -
pallavi4 16w
Jaded
You exist in fragments now,
In moments that are
Lost to time....
In memories that are jaded,
Faded but still held
By loose threads.
I keep picking
Through these moments
And looking at night sky, studded
With the stars we used to count
And wondering .....
Was it our beginning
That decided that
Our ending was destined
To be this way
Or did we do this to ourselves ?
@pallavi4
5th of October, 2020
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
#baec #bae #jaded #love_gone_sour #love #fragments #thoughts #musings @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakeePlease read caption
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Goodbyes are only the end of moments.
Deep down there's no true endings.
And who says endings cannot be beautiful?
Is it the time you want to run away or to chase another?
Some may be real and some just a phantom.
At least you're brave enough to be unreal for a day!
Many do coexist between the two having no idea.
Having dreams can be a daunting adventure.
But who says you're not a good rider?
Mabye not all of them will be done.
Some maybe left barren and some untidy.
But nothing ever and ever ends.
It will take its U-turn to be back to you.
Maybe in an attire you don't recognise.
But when things seem ending,
Your life wants your new beginnings.
Go! Lord from heaven is blessings you.
©kuhelika -
Goodbyes are hard!!!
Perhaps this too is the end
a beautiful end, which I hope to be a comma and not the fullstop.
I opened this account 4 years ago on a whim to write everyday and I tell you I was not very successful. I began again and again for it has been 4 years and still I was not lucky to do so. Then the lockdown happened and I got a lot of time at my hand that's when i gave this another try and wrote.
And I'm so glad that I could really write each day, some poetry or quotes or anything but I could just write my heart out. The other thing I'm most grateful for is that I got so many friends here, I made bondd which I will treasure for a lifetime.
Now the time demands to be dedicated to some other journey of mine, and maybe that is the new beginning I have been searching for. The goodbyes are hard but when time is right they have to be said. So, yes whenever time permits I will try to sloth here.
And my best wishes to all new beginning's of all lovely people here.
Sayonara!!!
©ablaze_writer -
ashamurali 16w
In the beginning
There was a tax on breasts for a select few,
did you know?
In the beginning
There was a ban on covering the upper body for a select few, did you know?
In the beginning
There was a ban on entering places of worship for a select few, did you know?
In the beginning
There was a ban on entering some roads for a select few, did you know?
Dont rake up history! Dont open closed wounds! I have heard people say.
Yes I totally agree that some of it is sorted out. But is it enough?Alas! History, like karma, if not read and reviewed, has a nasty pattern of repeating itself. Situations are different but the crux remains the same. Let us recognize oppression and deal with it suitably.
We owe it to those visionaries who first recognized the social evils.and dedicated their entire lives to make the world a better place.
Unlike our forefathers, we have powerful weapons of awareness and technology. Let us use it to once for all change the ending. Let us not subject the next generation to deal with any of these issues.
Dedicating my post to Periyar E.V.Ramaswamy who has worked tirelessly towards women empowerment, and creating awareness on discrimination.
#baec #life #readthisj #mirakee #daadigotyourback #writersnetwork #pod @writersnetwork @writersbay @mirakee #iamfordalitsChange the ending
In the beginning
There were many wrongs
Most of it rectified
By the sweat and blood
And endless toil
Of select few.
There is still work unfinished,
Still issues to be sorted out.
They have done what they could
They have paved the path to follow
High time we widen it some more!
Oh! To let their efforts go in vain!
Having a mantle just to let it tear!
Time to wake up from our slumber
Our contribution is crucial
If we want a better ending.
©ashamurali
If You feel it better than i will do it every time
I am richa..
I have been working on my new anthology book
I read ur writings , ar mjhe bhot acha lga pdh kr
Main jyada kch ni bolungi, you know you write well
Main jo anthology book compile kr rhi hu, usme I want ki you be a co-author
Lgbhg 50 co-authors honge
Clearly stating, Baaki anthologies ki trh, we don't have high entry fees
We take zero entry fee, because we value talent more than anything
Ar obviously expenses kch toh honge hi..
Toh jis book mn tmhari writing rhegi, you've to pre order it
Usi daam pr book Amazon app, kindle,in sb reading, writing platforms pr available rhengi...
It'll cost you ₹350/-
Wo book hm tmhare ghr pr phunchayenge with a hard copy of the certificate
You'll get 3 page for writing and 1 page for your bio and photo
Read it and tell me if you're in...
But yeah, it'll be the best opportunity, you see, I say