Mirakee
Sunflower
Tearing through the flesh, I can see my bones
Walking through the graveyard, past all the stones
I can see the sunflower sat by my grave
I was too broken for anyone to save
Peeling off my skin, peeking underneath
Poking out my eyes, ripping out my teeth
Snapping every petal off to devour
No one will ever miss this little sunflower
Ignoring the tears that are flowing down my cheeks
Pretending you don't care while hearing all my shrieks
Watching as the blood drips down to my feet
All the time that I lived feels bittersweet
All my torn up clothes remind me what I lost
Finally ended my life but at what cost?
©kitty8frost
#grave
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reshma_kausar_mohideen
1w
Read MoreA TALE OF SURROGACY.
There was a complete silence in the room. Arthak said, "Don't you remember you are still my wife? You should do this for me as it's your duty." Unwilling to even talk, Khanak replied, "I am your wife just on papers & for you, not more than a tissue paper. Even now you wish to use and throw me." To which Arthak put forth a deal saying, I will pay for your service and that shall help you in raising your daughters." She broke down and asked, Oh, my daughters! Is it? How much am I going to be paid for this noble deed and will that amount be suffice to raise my daughters, get them educated and settled, do you really think so?“ She continued, "Why only me, any other woman can do this task for you?" Arthak heived a deep sigh and replied, "Well, because I don't want any random woman to bear my child, I have a class, you know. Furthermore, I trust you, I know you.“
Khanak then asked him to enter a contract with her to which he initially refused but later the greed of a son got him to sanction the contract papers. The only condition he kept was his second wife (Vrushali) shouldn’t come to know about this unless the baby was born.
Khanak accepted the proposal as she decided to trust her fate one last time.
The following nights smuggled the sleep from her eyes and gifted the tears of past painful memories to Khanak. The way Arthak used to force himself on her every night ,multiple times as a punishment for bearing girls, taunted her, tortured her by making her starve, humilated her in front of his friends, hit their daughters to relieve his exasperations and there is no end to the list. Some marks on her body were still prominent which never let her forget the past. A bit of her flimsy soul was stuck in the thorns of past ,every time she endeavoured to move ahead stronger, it would cause her soul to tear a bit more.
Next week, Arthak, Vrushali and khanak went to meet the gynaecologist to commence the process of surrogacy. Since, Vrushali's uterus was not fit to bear the weight of a foetus, they were suggested to go for surrogacy. The treatment started, Khanak was pregnant once again but this time she wasn't the biological mother. It was Vrushali's and Arthak's baby breathing in Khanak's womb. Khanak accepted the proposal as she decided to trust her fate one last time.
The following nights smuggled the sleep from her eyes and gifted the tears of past painful memories to Khanak. The way Arthak used to force himself on her every night ,multiple times as a punishment for bearing girls, taunted her, tortured her by making her starve, humilated her in front of his friends, hit their daughters to relieve his exasperations and there is no end to the list. Some marks on her body were still prominent which never let her forget the past. A bit of her flimsy soul was stuck in the thorns of past ,every time she endeavoured to move ahead stronger, it would cause her soul to tear a bit more.
Next week, Arthak, Vrushali and khanak went to meet the gynaecologist to commence the process of surrogacy. Since, Vrushali's uterus was not fit to bear the weight of a foetus, they were suggested to go for surrogacy..The treatment started, Khanak was pregnant once again but this time she wasn't the biological mother. It was Vrushali's and Arthak's baby breathing in Khanak's womb. Arthak and Vrushali took proper care of not only Khanak but also her daughters for those nine months. Those days were like gold plated coins for her which were actually of no value from within but they glazed from outside.
Khanak was not able to understand whether she lost or gained something. She had got numb many years ago thus was unable to feel anything.
Vrushali took a month’s span to be back to her senses in a proper way. She was confused. The son she had in her arms did not felt like her own as she did not bear it in her womb and the added responsibility of raising such child as a single parent got her petrified and in a dilema.
Cherry on the cake was when Khanak disclosed the secret contract to Vrushali between her and Arthak which they had entered into, a year ago, as per to which khanak was to be given away 3/4th portion of Arthak's property if a baby boy was born about which Vrushali was kept in the dark until now. Unwillingly, Vrushali had to abide by the clauses of the contract.
Vrushali anyways, got attached to the baby after a few months and never married again as marriage had left the ugliest of scars on her heart. She strived hard to raise a gentleman unlike her husband.
Khanak on the other side got engrossed in raising her daughters as strong independent women unlike her, vulnerable and uneducated.
Vrushali, khanak and their children never met each other ever after.
Now, the question is who was the real tissue paper of the story?? Khanak who was used by Arthak to bear his child, Arthak himself who was just let to stay alive to father a son but couldn’t gain the pleasure of raising him and feed his false pride or Vrushali who married an already married man in the hope that she would bear a son and greed to enjoy his wealth all her life but when Arathak came to know that she can't, he took such a big decision pertaining to both of them I.e. of choosing the surrogate mother and transferring more than half of the property to khanak without her consent or the baby who was born not out of love but out of greed, ego and false pride and societal pressures.
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*Reshma kausar Mohideen.*
*Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86.*A SURROGARE SON.
(Destiny is so unpredictable and unfair.)
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ROSES OF TRUE LOVE NEVER DWINDLE.
The roses that he offered to earn her heart and love,
blushing red petals to express his pure feelings as white as a dove,
she fell for him not, unfortunately got lowered in her final bed
and he still convinces by keeping her grave afresh offering the petals, white and red.
©reshma_kausar_mohideen15 2 2
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अनकहा सवाल!
कहतीं हो तुमने हमे दुआओं से पाया था
फिर क्यों रकीब से, हमारे कब्र का इंतजाम करवाया था
©sysshailendra -
A grave date
I just date a grave
after you are gone
It has a face
With the name of you on it
I hear it whispering
In my ears, your pain
I watch it crying
with my eyes, your heart
I just date a grave
after you are gone
It says it has you inside it
I think I am in love with it, like I was with you too
©ziindagi -
Barefoot journey
A child is born with barefoot,
A lot of care is taken to protect.
All types of socks, booties are worn,
Made of flannel, cotton and woolen.
Once it starts walking,
Slippers and boots of colours matching.
When starts earning, spends thousands and lacks,
To have decorative slippers studded with gems and diamonds.
But again on the journey to its grave,
The cycle repeats and the uncovered feet looks brave.
As if they say I can walk barefoot,
Untill I reach my destination without any doubt.
What goes up must come down is the law of gravitation,
If crosses the limit, disappears in to the sky, is the rule of saturation.
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" DRAWBACK "
This Love is going to bury me alive ,
And let my Grave be at your Street.
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the_moon_kid
8w
Read MoreTW
Somedays, I feel like a walking
dead body with blood oozing out
of my head as if I'm being walloped
really hard with a mallet.
With a snapped skull, I would walk
down the alley in search of some
tourniquets so that I could cover up
the wound on my chest where I've
been stabbed with a sharp knife
and my heart has been mangled
like it never meant anything.
I would feel claustrophobic even
being walking in an open arena.
Dark streets, flattering lamps,
a fear to be killed anytime.
My lungs would refute to help me
breathe and I would just open and
close my mouth like a fish to take in air.
I would feel like someone is shoving their
fist down my throat, making it absolutely
tough for me to speak out.
To speak out that it's hurting me.
I'm scared of the dark, I can't breathe.
My head hurts. I've been hit with some
abhorrent looks and barbarous behaviours.
My heart bleeds because I've been
receiving too much of lies which now
urticate hard !
Somedays, I would see raindrops
falling down, washing over all my
pain, calming down the burning
sensations I would feel with
everybody's gaze and comments.
My limbs would feel numb and
it becomes impossible for me to
walk around with a pale skin and
black tears.
I've cuts on different parts of my
body. They look appalling now.
Yes, once I tried to hurt myself.
My wrist has a cut. A deep one.
This showed that I've always been
on a way to annihilate my own self.
I wish I could yell at the top of my
lungs and say to show some clemency
and stop walking over people like
they're nothing but just a mere tissue
to be used, crumbled and thrown.
But I think I'm to weak to face the
callousness.
Somedays, I would walk like a dead
body in search of that place, where I
could lie down in peace surrounded
by nothing but peace and flowers.
GRAVE.
©the_moon_kid
#grave #life #body #pain #agonies
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @writersnetworkGRAVE
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james_taumas
9w
Grave
Awoke in darkness
Claustrophobic nightmare
Obsidian smothering
Voice gasping
An eternity screaming
Air congeals with fear
Fingers bleed
Nails shatter
Escape this dirt prison
Coffin walled purgatory
Buried alive.
©james_taumas -
The Grave
Do come someday over my grave and see,
I'm not asking for you anymore...
©rahiali -
thebhavnasaxena
11w
Read MoreI go to pick flowers,
End up at the graveyard,
Oh my heart, even in the
Winter, there are roses
Standing tall, and they
Drip red, I wonder, are
They dipped in blood,
I wander barefoot,
Stumbling on graves,
They don't have names,
But I know them all,
My tears in the grass,
Fallen as the leaves
Fall too, oh the cruel winter,
The longest night approaches,
And I am afraid, what if the
Lights die and I have nothing
Left to burn, a tiny burden settles
On the sleeve of my dress,
Fireflies in the dead of the night,
They seem to tug me off the
Ground, I follow the fireflies,
Their bodies little lamps,
Lighting up my dark,
I follow the fireflies,
Deep into the woods,
Feeling my way around,
My feet pricking on thorns,
I leave a trail of blood behind,
As I follow the fireflies,
#fireflies #magic #hope #love #life #pain #loss #lights #grave #death #home #blood #child #curiosity #woods #nature #stars #forest #flowers #fear #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #poetrycommunity #freeverse #pod #wds #writinglife #quotes #poem #mood #thoughts #diary #dreams #winter #positivevibes #positivity #fairytaleI don't know what is on the other
Side, but I go on, the child in me
Alive again, oh the magic, of
Curiosity, I look up at the stars
And they are winking at me too,
Telling me, all the love I have lost,
Will come back to me, and there is
Enchantment to be found,
Who can tell how my fairytale begins,
So I follow the fireflies,
Will they take me home?
©thebhavnasaxena16 4 1
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quarantinistani
11w
Tu Kon?
Aaj ka quarantinistani
to kal ka qabrastani.
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keithallencovell
12w
Read More#tomb #grindstone #dust #particles #black #soul #wiped #clean #time #shape #grave #death #new #life #friend #foe #family #nature #mind #eye #poetry #direction #faith #god #Jesus #trust #acceptance #resurrection #eternity #universe #love #light #stars
@mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @readwriteuniteMy Mausoleum
you are
i am the grindstone
flittering of dust
and particles of rust
blackening the soul
to be wiped clean
over time
in shaping
my mausoleum
©keithallencovell -
gutzwvw
12w
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At the very beginning of creation.
There was the void.
Illuvatar was its first denizen.
A being of light, who spread delight.
Knowing not that spite existed.
Illuvatar began a song.
Of strong winds and shiny stars.
Powerful might and stormy seas.
This song still sings to this day.
From cradle to grave and ever after.
We hear the sweet melody of light.
Fighting the dark, to ignite a spark.
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scriblost
12w
Gray
I am so awfully tired of screaming,
I want to give this life some meaning
It was so brutal, It has been so long
I feel that something is going wrong
Today i am old and gray
But i have to go a long way
People say i have gone astray
But they can't see where i stay
I live in the hearts of cold wood
Because this world is no good,
Those who were, are long gone
No one is even left to mourn
My heart is getting heavy day by day
May be this is my time to go away
So in last i wish you all the best
My grave is calling me for some rest
©scriblost14 2
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tangled_in_her_thoughts
14w
Read MoreAb btao ye bhi koi baat huyi..
#hindi #hindipoetry #kavita #mywords #quarantine #grave #writer #cutthroatirony #hindibhashi #hindi #laughter #sarcasmअब कुछ ठहराव है होठों पर,
अब कुछ यूं ठहराव है होठों पर जनाब,
की जो ज़ेहन की चींखो से मेल नहीं खा रही।
©tangled_in_her_thoughts18 2 3
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खामोशी टूटी ऐसे के
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jazro_
15w
Forgive us
And they will be standing at my monument. Tears of regret will fall. Forgive us, they will whisper. We miss you, they will whisper. My own flesh and blood will lean against my gravestone and their tears will burn on their faces, when the humiliating memories become more and more vivid in the heads of my children. Forgive us, mother.
©jazro_ -
And His Grave read:
"Lover to Many, yet...
Loved by None."
©dev_yash -
Death: A sorcerer
Beyond thought seems no way to conclusion,
The persistence of fear shakes my being
Maybe I will find a way out, swaying amidst the monotony
Penetrating the murky darkness
Or maybe this would end with a halt,
Where the entire me fuses into nothingness,
A deep slumber of forever draining me to ashes
Where those parched leaves dangle to death
And the hisses speak of commited mistakes; unheard.
Where fruits rot in empathy
And the sunlight seems to decay with pleasure.
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Perhaps death is a sorcerer,
Giving an abrupt end to a magical start.
©samridhi_tripathi -
thebhavnasaxena
17w
Read More
It's a goodbye, it's a hello.
#goodbye #anew #hello #nature #river #sea #born #die #birth #death #ghosts #grave #poetrycommunity #freeverse #pod #wds #writinglife #quotes #poem #mood #shewrites #followme #poet #creative #readwriteunite #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersofmirakee #poetsofmirakee #writingcommunity #time #lifeAnew
Bedecked in flowers,
I carry coffins hidden
In the hollows of my bones,
My eyes are haunted mansions,
Do you see ghosts flicker
Past my pupils, for I am
No more than the grave
Of all the women I have
Been, and I come to you,
Like a river runs to the sea,
Ready to be buried within my
Skin, once more, won't you
Take me in your embrace,
Wash over me, so I can
Begin again, born anew?
©thebhavnasaxena77 5 9
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