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  • psychologygirl 3d

    Reel / Real

    There was something she was hiding inside.

    That one slap of her father changed her childhood, she hates him being around.

    The way his father behaves with her mother make her feelings worst.

    When she took a stand for her mother she denied.

    Calling it "samaj me rehne ke lie aurat ko jhukna padhta hai"

    She was dark in colour and people comment makes it more darker.

    Her teeth was not aligned which made people laugh on her every line.

    She was jealous. So jealous that she created a fake profile of a girl, uploading her pictures.

    A teen with THIS-MENTAL-STATE

    She was happy people started talking her but one day she heard talking about cyber crimes.

    She was frightened.
    " what to do"

    She wrote " LOSER" with blade on her leg.

    I wish we can feel that pain.
    I wish we can change something.

    Ah! She was dying each day, finding love in everywhere.
    From family to friends to boyfriends..

    All went in vein. She couldn't trust anyone as everyone was breaking the castle of sand.

    She feel in love, the boy used her and went with someone else.
    She cried and begged him.
    She wanted him to stay.

    But he ruined her life making her image as a Prostitude.

    She could not handle this and attempted suicide.

    Damn!!! God has some other plans.

    She tried again...
    One cut a day to 38 cuts a day to cutting her vein.


    Her parents didnt asked.
    She didn't tell.
    The boy also left.

    She ran from home.
    Came back when her feet was burning walking miles.

    She failed in academics once who was a bright student.
    Her parents wants her to opt maths but she wants to be an author.

    Look , she was lost.
    joining the class with juniors.

    Failure is not Disappointing.
    Consequences are.

    She spend one year of her school life bunking the classes sitting in the washroom.

    That was "depression".
    The word she never knew
    The feeling she always had.

    There was continous suicidal thoughts, there was continous pain inside her.

    Just to get rid away she kissed one boy Betraying another.

    She was living but as non living.

    So confused and so sad.
    Searching for LOVE everywhere.

    Finally the day was there.

    She find the right guy.
    He tries to compensate her dismantle memories.
    It was like a rollercoaster ride.

    And then.
    They had sex.

    Both decided to get married.

    But the boy's mother wanted his son to marry a girl of her choice.

    It was a Boomerang.

    The boy left.
    Leaving her in misery.


    She decided to go court but thinking about her parenta she stopped.

    She couldnot speak for her just because
    "YE DUNIYA JEENE NAHI DEGI"

    Her life was like a mountain.

    There was something she was hiding inside.

    The men has changed everything.


    ©psychologygirl

  • pepper_16 18w

    Still waiting..!��❤️
    As I remember that musical love night.

    @pinknpurple @writersnetwork @adithir @mirakeeworld @writersbay

    #ecstasyc #poetry #longPost

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    ECSTASY.

    Raising goosebumps all over,
    You kissed again my shoulder.
    I was high
    You were my sky.
    I swayed gainst you, giggling
    Moans and ecstasy increasing.
    Music was loud,
    So was my stammering heart
    If it wasn't alcohol
    Then what it was?
    I wondered..
    As it worked wonders
    Whatever it was.
    Pleasure so appealing,
    I craved it more..
    You trailed kisses
    Making me sore.
    Sensous was the environment
    As we moved and peppered
    Love bites.
    Enchanting and blissful
    Our heaven looked like.
    I was in your arms,
    As my dress began to slip.
    I couldn't wait more, to be yours
    Desperate or whatever one may call.
    My nails dug deeper
    In the bewilderment of your hairs.
    I gasped aloud
    As you kissed and stared.
    Your hands worked smooth
    I mumbled like a whisper
    I was lost dancing
    As we talked Sinister.
    In laungauage of aliens
    Who just make sounds
    No words instead whimpers.
    My backless back
    When touched your presence
    I felt vulnerable and wanted
    In the crowd on the terrace.
    Terrace bar! Yeah!
    I pulled you closer,
    Heaved a sigh
    No! Don't tell me it was a lie.
    You played with my body
    In the best possible way.
    My lavender got mixed
    With your peaches hay.
    You Turned on
    My sensitive regions.
    From my black locks
    To my lesions.
    That night we made love
    In my dreams
    As you soon dissolved
    In the crowd and gleam.

    ©pepper_16

  • the_awkward_philosopher 22w

    And the sky changes colour
    To the calm blues like
    An old man sitting in the balcony
    And reading his days of youth
    From the dried up pages.
    And the sky turns to a fierce orange
    Like a flame dancing in the forest
    The flame that resembles a revolution
    Just like the revolution of the
    Africans in America for freedom
    Or that of the Indians against
    The British empire.
    Far in the shade of a banyan
    Two men are sitting
    Ignoring the comments of the
    Society and living their romance.
    In the temple two men
    One from the lower cast
    And one from the upper class
    Pray to the same god.
    The breeze flows freely
    Almost like taking all the
    Thoughts of inequality along
    With it to the barren deserts
    To be mixed with the soil.
    The birds chirp the songs
    Of the joy and ecstasy
    And a free mind by the
    Lake weaves a poem
    About the sunsets and revolutions.

    #mirakee #mirakeewriters #mirakeewriter #writer #writer #poets #longpost #readwriteunite #freedom #equality #sunsets #revolutions @mirakee @readwriteunite

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    Sunsets and revolutions

    And the sky changes colour
    From the calm blues like
    An old man sitting in the balcony
    And reading his days of youth
    From the dried up pages..
    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • she_wrote 25w

    I need my own God .
    I need my own God who bleed profusely ,
    To my mother's shock, my whining could be heard by neighbours around.
    I saw neighbourhood aunty closing the door of her balcony when I demanded my mother about the God who bleeds profusely.
    It wasn't just a demand ,
    I wanted him to realise I genuinely craved for strength when the period was unbearable and my scarlet heart diminished with each passing moment on "those days".
    When it first began ,
    I was told that it was like "signing in" in the world of Womanhood
    Just like Facebook ,
    Wish I had knows it does comes with creeps like cramps and orthodox beliefs
    Once
    I heard my aunt say, "we are women , our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?
    Strange enough ,
    My thoughts wander off to Panchal Kumari
    Who bled profusely when she was dragged to the court of men,
    She was the queen, slave they called her , whore it sound to many
    But she was human, vulnerable before those who humiliated her womanhood
    I wanted to ask was she also expected to endure anything?
    Maybe!
    Maybe she didn't endure and her vengeance led to the end of an entire Yug.
    Back to present
    My voice was loud and clear
    I wanted my own God
    So, to calm my senses
    Mother told me about the bleeding Goddess in Assam,
    The Scarlet fluid didn't hurt anyone till now
    Mighty men bow before her , no hesitation it seems to me then
    Even grandfather has paid a visit to her in his youth
    Yet my mind had still managed to confuse
    Then why men of the family abhorred the blood , stained or not it still hurt their pride
    My thoughts wandered off yet again
    I couldn't understand what mother tried to make me believe
    Was she telling me am I the goddess?
    Or was it my womanhood so strong that it could end this Yuga?


    I left the thought and prayed that day
    I asked the cosmos for a god of my own , who knew of moon cycle and extend its blessing on those women who were expected to endure everything in the name of shared womanhood.

    ©She_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

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    @mirakee
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    Blood

    I heard my aunt say, "We are women, our spirit of womanhood can endure anything life throws at us".
    I wanted to ask, Didn't it hurt her spirit to sleep in isolated hut in the farm and endure everything in seclusion?

    ©she_wrote
    Kanchan Balodi

  • shrishti_11 26w

    If only my imagination could turn
    slums into palaces
    Bad into good
    Wars to peace
    I should think more .
    I should feel more,
    Because its an escape from reality
    It liberates my astral thoughts unlike the ones clutched in the manacles made by society.

    If only my imagination could turn
    Tragedy into comedy
    Philosophy into practicality
    And every love story to end happily.
    I should think more,
    I should feel more,
    Because no one can hurt me here
    I still can trust and move without any fear.

    If only my imagination could turn,
    The place I live in safer and healthier
    The land I strive on free from any malign or drear
    The world where we look after eachother
    I should think more,
    I should feel more.
    Because then I might be able to accept more of the mortal universe.

    #imagination #reality #mirakee #longpost

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    If only my imagination could turn...

  • the_awkward_philosopher 29w

    Paused

    Those who were running from
    Themselves in search of themselves
    Are now scared to face the mirrors.
    The ones who were busy with all
    The ideas and plans for tomorrow
    Are now struggling to keep
    Their brains thinking, working
    Afraid of the oblivion,
    Of the scarcity of thoughts
    That might occur.
    The whole world running
    Aimlessly to a destination
    That doesn't exist, now
    Just paused, still.
    The chaos of the roads
    And the screeching of the tyres.
    The hustle at the malls
    And the jogs at the parks.
    Everything just ceased
    Overtaken by a deep calm.
    One which was long forgotten
    A calm that people were scared of.
    A calm they were told was forbidden.
    A calm they didn't realize was possible.
    Amidst this calm, man faces himself
    And the nature heals itself,
    The sun has a little extra shine
    And the grass is a little extra greener
    On both the sides now
    The stars have a little extra shine
    And the sky has a little extra stars.
    The air has a little extra life
    And the man has a lot of extra time
    To write, to sing, to dance,
    To play, to talk, to make food,
    To live and not to run but walk.

    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • sunofyah913 30w

    DRUNK ON DESPAIR
    (POEM)


    SO MANY HARSH DAYS GO BY AND I STILL CRY DON'T ASK ME WHY BUT WHEN I DIE (YOU'LL KNOW THE TRUTH),
    BUT AS FOR NOW IT'S GIN AND JUICE,
    I NEED TO DROWN ALL OF MY PAIN WITH SOMETHING STRONG TO KEEP ME TAMED,
    'CAUSE IF I DON'T I'D GO INSANE THE GIN IS SOOTHING FOR MY BRAIN,
    AND SO I NEED LIKE SEVERAL SHOTS THAT'S SEVERAL POURS THAT'S SEVERAL KNOCKS UPON MY CHEST BECAUSE IT BURNS MY VISION BLURS MY STOMACH TURNS MAYBE ONE DAY I'LL FINALLY LEARN THAT WHAT I WANT HAS TO BE EARNED I STORE MY HOPE INSIDE AN URN AND SEALED IT TIGHT I WON'T RETURN TO IT AT NIGHT NO ROOM FOR FAITH WITHIN MY LIFE JUST PASS THE PEN SO I CAN WRITE AND THEN AND THEN I FUCKING MIGHT BLOW UP THE SUN IT'S WAY TOO BRIGHT I HATE THAT SHIT I HATE THE LIGHT I LOVE DESPAIR IT'S A DELIGHT I LOVE THE PAIN IT DOES EXCITE I LOVE THE RAIN OH WHAT A SIGHT MY LOVE IS SLAIN MY CHEST IS TIGHT MY HEART IS DEAD I'M COLD AS ICE FUCK BEING GOOD FUCK BEING NICE FUCK SERVING GOD FUCK DOING RIGHT!

    ©SunofYah913

  • sunofyah913 31w

    FOR FUCKING SAKE
    (POEM)


    YOU THINK I TYPE BECAUSE I REALLY LIKE TO WRITE "WELL THAT'S NOT RIGHT" I ONLY WRITE SO I WON'T GO AND GRAB A GUN AND END MY LIFE ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT I HAVE TO FIGHT THE URGE TO CUT MYSELF AND SLICE MY ASS TO BITS (A KITCHEN KNIFE) COULD HELP WITH THIS DON'T WANT TO LIVE THERE'S TOO MUCH SHIT I HAVE TO TAKE CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS I'LL SURELY BREAK PLEASE LIFE JUST QUIT WITH THIS DISGRACE WHAT HAVE I DONE WHY DO YOU HATE MY ASS SO MUCH YOU TOOK MY HOPE IT'S IN YOUR CLUTCH AND CLOSED YOUR PALMS SO NOW IT'S CRUSHED GONE WITH THE WIND AND TURNED TO DUST WHY SHOULD I GIVE GOD ANY FUCKS WHEN MY BAD LUCK HAS HIT AND STRUCK IT'S LIKE A TRUCK THAT HAS NO BRAKES I ALWAYS CRASH AND SMASH MY FACE AND YOU'LL BE CRASS TO SAY IT'S FATE DON'T BE AN ASS YOU'RE NOT A SAINT DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T MAKE MISTAKES DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE SOMETHING "SO GREAT" THAT DAMN FACADE TRULY FRUSTRATES ME TO NO END FOR FUCKING SAKE!

    ©SunofYah913

  • marynschmaryn 34w

    Sound, Vibrate: OFF

    My phone stays on silent. I can't stand the noise. It's an endless stream of people that don't know me asking for favors I can't fulfill. And it's just a constant reminder of the ways in which I am not enough and the ways in which I am not who I should be. My phone stays on silent, but I fall asleep with it on the charger next to my head. The dim blinking light brings me some small piece of comfort.

    I fall asleep and neither of us make a sound but I wake up throughout the night to see if I've missed anything. To see if there's anyone I need to say something empty back to.

    It is the most exhausting thing in the world, this feigning connectedness. I feel heartbroken for no reason. An unjustified sadness beats throughout me. The more that is asked of me, the less I want to give. I resent everyone who doesn't know me but I can't see the people that do.

    There's this ever-growing space between 1 and 2 and I don't know how to fill it. And I don't know how to make that bridge so

    my phone stays on silent.


    ©marynschmaryn

  • dinfazil 35w

    Quarantine life
    Nothing to do lets write a murder mystery story����

    FICTIONAL STORY

    Part1
    A silent night with darkness all around ,only a black n white house is visible. Someone silently opens the door and slowly enters the house . lights off darkness all around he enters every room of the house but sees no one.As he was about to leave he hears some sound from the kitchen , he walks towards the kitchen but sees no one. Suddenly a girl from backside with a steel rod in her hand walks slowly towards him. But she doesn't know that the masked man has already seen her shadow and as she was about to hit him he turned and slits her throat and leaves
    Wait a second you might be wandering who this girl is and why did the masked guy kill her.
    For that lets go
    FEW DAYS BACK

    Part2

    A bunch of girls walking at night laughing and having fun. Suddenly a bike stops with two guys on it and the guy sitting on the back is seen with a bottle of acid . He throws the acid on one of the girls and escapes on the bike. The girls got panicked and ran away leaving her alone to die.next morning few people saw the body and informed the police. Police saw the body and found a wallet near the body . In it was id of the girl who's name was ravti. 26 years old .father,s name hari prakash and lives in a small villege named gorakpur. Police went to her house but their bad the house was locked . From neighbours they got to know that the family vacated the house 2 months ago due to financial issues. Ater 2 , 3 days of investigation police finally got a small clue in one of the police stations a missing complaint was filed . The missing persons identification matched with the body. So they got the new address and went their to inform the family. The family members were shocked and started crying loudly. Her father is a middle class man. He works in a small firm as a watchman. Her mother is a housewife . She also has 2 siblings elder sister and a younger brother.from neighbours police came to know that her father is ill tempered and always beats his wife.he always used to curse his daughters. Ravti was bold intelligent and used to take stand for her mother. Her brother is a drug addict and never used to get along with her sister ravti. He used to get jealous of her as he was always being compared with her. Her elder sister..........wait wait wait, the girl that died in part 1 is the elder sister of ravti. Her name was kavita. 30 years old and a teacher by profession. Married to a businessman named vishal who lives in devgunj.
    PRESENT DAY
    police reached kavita's house to investigate the case ,they examined the body and came to a conclusion that the killer is amateur. The forensic report suggested that kavita was 3 month's pregnant. Now police was under pressure as both the cases were getting complex . Kavita and ravti's phone record was checked . One number was suspicious but was switched off and details were also wrong. The police got no lead so they started to cross question every family member. They treated everyone one as a suspect. They went to kavita's school but got no serious information. They went to ravti's college and got a clue . Ravti had a boyfriend who is also missing from few days . Now police started to look for ravti's boyfriend who's name is ravi.after few days of search they got a lead of ravi and arrested him but he refused to accept the crime . He said he went missing because he was afraid that police will arrest him. The suspicious number that earlier was switched off was turned on and police traced the location and arrested the suspect. After questioning him they came to know that his name is ravish and had a crush on kavita and used to stalk her but she refused his love and slapped him infront of his friends.
    Now tell me who the killer is before reading the last part of the story.
    Suspect 1 (FATHER) he never liked her daughters. He thought they were burden on him.
    Suspect 2 (BROTHER) he hated both the sisters as everyone used to compare him with them.
    Suspect3 (VISHAL) kavita's husband who was on business tour.
    Suspect4 (RAVI) ravti's boyfriend who denied the accusation.
    Suspect5 (RAVISH) who used to stalk kavita and she slapped him.
    Suspect6 (SOMEONE ELSE).

    NOW LET'S PUT END TO THIS STORY
    Part3
    police tortured ravish for 3 days and finally he confessed that he has thrown acid on ravti's face but ravti was not the target, the actual target was kavita and ravti was killed accidently. The family got shocked by knowing the fact that kavita was present their and left her sister alone before she died.he also revealed that he did this for someone. Few days back he got a call from an unknown number that if he kills kavita he will get a healthy amount of money.
    Police traced the unknown number , reached the location and finally arrested the real culprit and it was none other than vishal kavita's husband.he is the mask man and the real master mind . When police introgated him they came to know that he is a psycho .He killed her because he doubted that kavita had an affair with ravish and she was not pregnant with his child. when he got ravish's details he decided to kill both. So he planned to involve ravish by tempting him with huge money offer so that he kills kavita and gets arrested.


    fazil_din


    #mirakee #writersnetwork #suspence #mystery #thriller #crime #pod #poetry #story #poem #newpost #longpost #readwriteunite #writingcommunity #bored #quarantine #love #betrayel #murder. @dusky_dawn @elusive_me @mirakee @writersnetwork @zarshaq

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    Murder mystery

    Truth behind the hidden depths.


    "Read the caption"

    ©dinfazil

  • mousy_madhatter 38w

    Before You Love Me, Read My Story!

    You wanna know my past,

    You wanna be my last.

    So, dig into my story

    Know about the thorn and flori

    I had a loving heart once upon a time ❤️

    My world was waffles and sweet lime

    A bunch of admirers would buy me shots of tequila

    While I enjoyed ruling all over the social media

    Like everyday, I got a random request there

    I kept it hanging because I didn't care

    After a while, I found it was still there

    Then, what I did, you shouldn't dare

    Let's not go into the depths anymore

    It's just that,

    I couldn't forget him, at the same time, couldn't turn myself into a whore, ❌

    Then I had a bunch of 'Why-s' in my head, like you do right now

    For that you've to hear me out and know about the 'How' ⁉️

    I don't really have a concise explanation of what I went through

    But I've the chats, screenshots, pictures, that I can show you

    You'll know, how I was tricked to fall and feel,

    Although I warned him several times, I'm slow to heal ⏪

    It was simply a game for him all the time

    For me, he was the only poetry I ever wanted to rhyme

    Never judged him for who he was

    Never showed up with norms and clause

    Then what happened I really don't get,

    Let's fast forward to the present date!

    My present version will appear a little colder,

    Coz I have turned cunning, wiser, and bolder

    Random dating is fun these days,

    I've changed my approach, my ways

    There was a time when I would do anything to see those eyes,

    Now I'm so close yet I'm afraid to set any allies.

    It's unfortunate that you are meeting me at this juncture,

    When my soul is full of bruises and rupture.

    I don't know how to fix it though,

    I try every possible means to let it go.

    Don't expect you to play a healer, ⚛️

    Nor do I need you to be my teacher.

    In this season of love I only need,

    A soul I can connect with, that can help me proceed!

    If you have the patience like I had,

    You're welcome to my world, come hold my hand

    If you don't, then that's fine too

    I'll be glad to know that there's no lie about you, you're true! ☑️


    ©rottenheart_2401

  • marynschmaryn 39w

    Further

    Life's a crazy train and mine's all off the rails; no control whatsoever and time's going forward. It's terrifying to be the furthest you've ever been, to know that you write the future. I don't want to be another statistic or add to my country's suicide rate, but only four out of ten people with my condition die of natural causes.

    So, I hate to ask, but what happens to those who had their own minds get the best of them? Were they sure enough? Would they have killed if they hadn't died? Would they have lived if they hadn't died?

    What's the fullest you can live your life to? Isn't it exactly this? Crying from joy, dying from pain? Do I get to experience the in-between, or is this rollercoaster everlasting? I wouldn't ask if I didn't have to. But wouldn't I still hurt even if the choice was mine?

    The low points in life teach and the light that cuts through the dark show why to learn. So would I give up on hell if I knew the stairway to heaven is only an ascending road? Would I be content with comfortable?

    Hitting rock bottom should mean that no further fall is possible. That it's not a question of "possible" if the real question is where you are heading to and you are headed nowhere. But what happens when I'm heading somewhere further than rock bottom and there's not enough of me under the scar tissue to be both broken and to blame?

    ©marynschmaryn

  • the_awkward_philosopher 41w

    Last night

    I wake up and see you
    Still in the bedsheets
    Resting peacefully and calmly
    Your jacket on the floor and my
    Top on the table brings back memories
    From the night before
    The way we tiptoed with our
    Fingers twined and our
    Heads resting on our shoulders
    And how we slipped into the kiss
    And it felt less like a kiss
    But more like our souls touching
    Eachother for the first time.
    And when you started to
    Trace your fingers onto my back
    And me playing with your hair.
    How we let go of our secrets
    And laid bare our insecurities
    In front of each other.
    It was as if our souls has
    Fused up and became one
    Like the rice field swaying
    In unison on a gust of wind.
    Like the sway of hands of the crowd
    In a music festival.
    Like the autumn leaves falling down
    And becoming one with the nature .
    And when we were bare under a
    Blanket just inches apart
    Giggling and talking out
    All our deepest secrets.
    When the only voice that existed
    Was of our breathing and whimpers
    When the only sight we could see was
    The ocean of each other's eyes
    When it felt like the only people left on
    This earth were just you and me.
    That was when in a long time for the
    First time we felt truly complete
    And slowly after that talking slowly
    And mildly in eachother's arms we
    Went to the calm deep sleep.
    And then I woke up and saw
    Your jacket on the floor

    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • the_awkward_philosopher 42w

    Middle class life

    I am the middle class man
    I chase the stars in the metros.
    I erase my dreams with the price tags.
    I look at the cafe from the
    Tea stall outside, holding
    A cup of warm needs
    With a pinch of dreams
    Looking at the brews of wishes.
    I drive a Lamborghini and
    The alarm goes off.
    I eat a sandwich and
    I miss my bus.
    I take the taxi bargaining
    For the dimes and losing
    A half day's pay.
    I look at the glass doors
    Of the supermarket
    But my wallet whispers
    To move to the cheap store outside.
    I bury my wishes in my wallet
    I hide my dreams in my pillow
    And to my passions I put them
    In the campfire to pass the winter.
    I am the middle class man
    And I exist to feed the egos
    Of the upper class,
    To be a milestone for the lower class
    And for myself?
    I compromise and adjust.
    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • the_awkward_philosopher 42w

    I write

    On the symphony of
    My sleepless nights
    I write, and I write about
    Life, not the willows and
    The cries of stress and agony
    But about all the beauty that
    Resides within the ignored
    Pieces of the small joys
    And little giggles left
    In the moments faded
    In the vicinity of companionship.
    I write about the boy
    Not the one who rose but
    Of the one who dared
    And about the girl
    Not the one who complained
    But the one who danced.
    I write and I write
    They read and they judge
    So I write on them
    Not on their judgement but
    On their state of mind that says
    Then to judge
    I write on the society and order
    But not on their lack of action
    But on their incapability
    To embrace change.
    I write and I write
    And they read and they judge.


    ©the_awkward_philosopher

  • priyaparvathy 43w

    #longpost... ജീവിതം പോലെ ദീർഘം.........

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    മനസ്സിന്റെ താളബോധം നശിച്ചവർക്കരികിലായി....
    കണ്ണീരു വറ്റി കരിങ്കല്ലായ് മാറിയ മനസ്സുകളിൽ....
    ഓർമകളെ ചങ്ങലയ്ക്കിട്ട് വിസ്മൃതിയുടെ താഴ്‌വാരങ്ങളിൽ അലഞ്ഞു നടക്കുന്ന സ്വപ്നാടകരുടെ കിനാവുകളിൽ...
    സ്വന്തബന്ധങ്ങളുടെ തണൽ നഷ്ടപ്പെട്ട് അനാഥത്വക്കൊടുംചൂടിൽ ഹതാശരായി തളർന്നുവീഴുന്ന നിർഭാഗ്യജന്മങ്ങൾക്കു വേണ്ടി...
    കപടമുഖാവരണങ്ങൾ കണ്ടു കുഴങ്ങി ഒടുവിലൊരുമുഴം കയറിൽ പിടഞ്ഞു തീരുന്ന കൗമാരസ്വപ്നങ്ങൾക്കു വേണ്ടി....
    ഒരു നീറുന്ന പുഞ്ചിരിയാൽ തന്റെ വയറിലെരിയുന്ന തീയണച്ച് പൊൻകുഞ്ഞുങ്ങളെയൂട്ടുന്ന മാതൃത്വത്തിനായി....
    ശരീരം തളരുമ്പോഴും മനസ്സു നൽകുന്ന ബലത്തിൽ ഒരായുഷ്കാലം മുഴുവൻ കുടുംബത്തിനായി, വീണുപോകാതെ, വിയർപ്പൊഴുക്കുന്ന പിതൃത്വത്തിനായി...

    ഒടുവിലൊരു ജന്മത്തിന്റെ ജീർണഭാരമെല്ലാം മണ്ണിലുപേക്ഷിച്ച് തിരിഞ്ഞു നോക്കാതെ സ്വർഗം തേടിയകലുന്ന ദേഹികൾക്കായി....

    എന്റെ വാക്കുകൾ ഇന്നും ഇവിടെയുണ്ട്...
    എനിക്കായ് ഞാനെഴുതുന്നതിത്ര മാത്രം....
    "ഞാൻ നീയാകുന്നു.... "
    ©priyaparvathy

  • marynschmaryn 43w

    Wash, Rinse, Repeat

    There's a saying that if you love something, you should set it free. If it comes back, it's yours; but if it doesn't, it never was. So what do you think happens to a heart that never comes back? Would you always feel that absence? Could you even mourn for something that was never yours?

    Today feels a lot like flight turbulence with me tightly holding onto my seat and getting assaulted in all senses. Like the sky swallowed me whole and brought me back to ages past when my heart was still there. And I'm not sure what all this foreshadows. But maybe sometimes it's better to remain unsure. Unsure if something is meant to come back to you. Unsure if you're supposed to end up on this path all along and then wonder what's the point.

    Sometimes I look up at the night sky and all of its dainty, bright stars and remember that I'm really just a speck in the universe. That all of us have that in common at least. And it gives me the slightest hope that maybe somewhere, at the exact same time, someone is feeling lost too. That someone is feeling an absence in their chest and wondering which direction to head in next. Maybe somewhere, somehow, someone can return whatever is lost.

    ©marynschmaryn

  • hybridtheory 43w

    A second thought!


    How many of the Times we've been webbed and forced to do something we wouldn't have done in our another state of mind?
    I meet people who feel that doing whatever that comes into there mind is a sign of being confident, free and liberated.
    They feel self satisfied and this encourages them to do this more often.
    Infact I was one of them about 6 months ago.
    But have you ever realised how many of the times just because of your thoughts you've been trapped!
    How many of the times you did something you would've never done in your different state of mind!
    Our mind is a pandora box...
    yes! Trust me...
    Infact everything is an origin of your thoughts and mind.
    Every magnificent masterpiece to every war is a construction of your brains...oh yeah...
    i need not to tell you all this..
    But we do forget this now and then, right?
    Like something you did this morning,
    You said anything that crossed your mind to your spouse!
    Or may be you bashed the guy who unknowingly had hit your car!
    Ohky, may be,
    may be you did not check your facts before you tweeted, calling names to someone!
    May be you are trapped into the vicious cycle of fake nationalism!
    Yeah I do understand sometimes aggression and Passion is all we need and that comes from doing things instantly,
    But If you sit and chalk out the chronology of your life you'll find that incidences where an instant reaction has harmed you is much more than an instant reaction favouring you.
    It may take some extra minutes but it will for sure fetch you better, safer and progressive results...Trust me!
    Doing what comes into your mind is no where near to liberation..
    Trust me giving another minute on the thought that just crossed your mind will definitely lead to,
    One less break up,
    One less fight,
    One less heartbreak,
    One less hate speech,
    One less murder,
    One less loss,
    One less WAR!

    I really would've posted a 2 line shayari on this republic day but then I gave it a second thought...��
    It's a long post...
    But hey, It's republic day... let's read a bit today..
    Morning��

    Also take a moment to appreciate my photography skills��
    That's, now Kovlam beach in Trivendram..
    Good day��

    #thought #rethink #longpost #readwriteunite @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @verbose @sahitya_laxyakar @ministry_of_insurgency

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    A second thought..

    Listen!
    That's just another thought...
    Let it not control you..
    ©dishadinesh

    Content in the description..

  • ash_95 45w

    Everything became still when you walked out,
    Before my life was quite in zeal, everything for me now is to hate seems as if I have no fate.
    Life seemed all meaningless, moodless and everything around went so still, I felt like living a life of a beast.
    A beast that wants to be loved and cared.
    A beast that wants to someone’s good nightmare.
    A beast who too, wants to be hugged and kissed. But are things working for him?
    Everything around is becoming still, has these thoughts keeps rumbling within him.
    Asking the world a question, he kept on living his still life.
    “Why does every beast comes with fate to fall in for a beauty that is not going to be in his fate?”
    With this thought and a wish, he closed his eyes to sleep.
    “No fairytale is true, for in reality the beast never finds his dream to come true”, saying he tried slitting his wrist to end his still life.
    In the meantime, like everyone else, even death cheats him this time.
    Sends him his dream queen at the right time, to free him from his death.
    Now the time has come for the beast to live on, leaving behind the still life he was living so far and long.
    One beauty has finally come, that’s gonna understand the beast living home, a homemade of love and beauty, but fate made it covered with the dust of hate.

    #longpost
    #readincaption

    #ash95
    #myownwordsout
    #myownbleedingthoughts
    #itsmyopionionmywords
    #beautyoflove
    #beautyandbeast


    Follow me on Instagram as @writer_of_own95


    #beautynbeast
    #fairytale
    #alovestory
    #reality
    #love
    #loveseenolooks

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    A fairytale, very usual for everyone.
    Yet fun, please do give your words of opinion.

  • marynschmaryn 49w

    It Makes You Think (Eroteme)

    Where is your safe haven? If you were to pick a memory to forget, what would it be? Why? Does running from committment count as exercise? If you could go anywhere right now, would you come up with a place or a name? How often do you read a text and purposefully wait hours to respond back? Who would be your first call after an accident? If I say "love," do you see a face first or feel the emotion? Do you check your phone often when you are out with friends? Do you have a good poker face? Who was your first kiss? Is that person still in your life? Do you take some time to check in on your closest friends every now and then? Do you believe in love at first sight? If not, who ruined it for you? If something makes you laugh loudly, do you cover your mouth or muffle it in any way? Do you count yourself as your own best friend? If "someday" is now, are you living the way you want to live? If money was not a problem, what would you be doing with your life right now? Where do you keep your secrets? Who knows them all? Are you more of a morning person than not? Have you ever held onto something an ex gave you? Would you want the ability to replay your dreams? When you talk about a past love, does your voice shake? Do you pause too? Where on your body do you feel anger? What about sadness? Do you wear your heart on your sleeve? Would you be comfortable to? What is your favorite color? What would that say about you? Does forgetting count as starting over?

    ©marynschmaryn