Mirakee
Dilemma
Childhood was innocent
And adulthood is selfless
Full of worries
Full of stress
Not so easy to deal with life
Not so easy to to smile in pain n thrive
How calmness turns to rage?
Why feelings are being caged!
We lost the ability to express
But still dying for people to get impressed
Aint this feeling so cool
Where we make people laugh by turning out to be fools!!!
©daffie
#rage
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spontaneous_flow_of_emotion
2d
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My sadness
It doesn't stay still. It rages in my heart. I have bound it in shackles and every night it tries to break free.
It grips the bars of my heart with hands clenched into fists, knuckles white and screams like her life depends on it.
©spontaneous_flow_of_emotion -
Enraged Euphoria
Bewitching sights of serenity
Searching for lost identities
Far gone, beyond the peak of skies,
Still waiting to be found amongst eruptions,
Yet resting at the lowest of highs
As I come to terms with conjuring corruption.
A canvas no one may see,
The one setting where I am what I can be,
A deviant, divergent radiation,
Catalysing sparks of aberration,
Saving my world from trickery,
Finding my solace in insidious treachery.
My ecstasy is sold in pills
I ingest while lying on a landfill,
Biding my time in a timeless journey
Akin to the immortal nature of wisteria,
I break the shackles of joyful worries;
And return to my prison of hysteria.
©captain_ali_01 -
Poetic Anger
I thought I'd be over this,
Been through this,
I've discovered more to this.
The ache in my teeth,
Rot through generations.
Ending in me,
In decay.
The spite I feel,
The whip of generations.
Their fear,
Wanting to prevent me.
Words that used to flow,
Feel stiff and cold.
The matter inside my skulls,
Slowly asphyxiating itself,
Becoming so dry.
I feel the pulse behind my eyes,
A dull reminder.
Violence just under the surface,
Coiled and ready,
Begging for release.
I've been angery for too long,
It's no longer poetic.
©mighty_are_the_fallen -
Fact is,
We all have one Shweta in our life.
©battle.ofminds -
jaeseonlynn
2w
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Her eyes feigned fire
Ready to devour
Yet produces a shower
Of shallow water
What should she feel?
Rage or sadness?
Well she felt both
Is this considered madness?
Laughter was heard
Yet a tear is in the eyes
People looked with worry
But she knew all the lies
Nobody cared
No one knows her pain
As she burns under a storm
Of her own rain
#burningwaters #rage #sadness #madness #lies #tears #pain #storm #rain #burning #water #depression #tired #sadBurning Waters
©jaeseonlynn
Her eyes feigned fire
Ready to devour
Yet produces a shower
Of shallow water
What should she feel?
Rage or sadness?
Well she felt both
Is this considered madness?
Laughter was heard
Yet a tear is in the eyes
People looked with worry
But she knew all the lies
Nobody cared
No one knows her pain
As she burns under a storm
Of her own rain -
Desire
I want to be the reason for someone's happiness,
Not the reason for someone's
Sadness
Loneliness
Anger
Rage
Despair
©pema_lucifer -
james_taumas
4w
Rage
Disciple of war
Bloody rage
Drowning in hate
Seeing red
Desire to hurt
Adrenaline throttle to max
Succumb to the storm
Unstoppable berserker
Moment passes
Fire smothered
Repercussions decloaked.
©james_taumas -
letterseed
5w
Read MoreMy body ain't a notice board which says welcome!
#importanceofConsent #sexualviolation #trauma #childhood_ripped_off #stopthis #whydoesntthatchange #speakout #vocal #poetry #poem #rage #letter_seedMy body ain't a notice board which says welcome!
I walk out of my home in cloths that I like,
at the age of ten or twelve,
not knowing there are wolves who walk in two legs too.
There is a crowded bus which I enter into,
And comes a thousand hands with faceless grin,
Groping all over my innocence, make it choke and die an early death.
I'm ripped off of many a things-
Sleep which I slept with peace pillows beside, Games which I played with full confidence never bothering a flying skirt or dropping collar,
A body which I adored with no restrictions of scarfs, shawls or jackets.
A bag which had bus tickets and candies instead of safety knives, pins and pepper sprays.
I'm ripped off of many a things.
And was made to age double without me wanting it to be so, with just one day! After just few minutes!
Does the wolves know this?
Even when I grew and left that tense behind,
On a very fine night or a disturbed one,
Amidst the sleep in a safe zone I dream of those countless wolf hands running over my body,
Wakes up with the same throat which goes dry and cough out the fear in bits and bundles.
Making me loose sleep and gift me an oxygen lacking blue skin!
The first trauma never goes. They say.
Does the wolves know this?
How many ages more will it take for the wolves to know this? That...
My body ain't a notice board which says 'welcome'.
How many more?!
©letterseed -
I am at a tragic age.
The rage is dormant,
And still is the current,
I am out of the cage,
But I'm at a tragic age.
©lachke_geetanjali -
If your patience ever be tested more than it is
It's meaningful to be in rage!
©angelinedaniel -
pakhi1738
6w
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Everything was normal for next couple days. No weirdos, no unknown calls, no stupid texts. It was almost as if nothing happened. But those calls started again. He would just call her, wait for her to pick up, call back again if she doesn't pick up, completely silent if someone else picked up instead of her, text her if she picked up once and then shouted and hung up. It was making her crazy. She couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on her homework. She freaked out every single time that phone rang and would run and grab it to see if it was him or someone else.
After a while, every ringing phone started giving her chills and she would just black out for a second or two. Initially she thought that whoever that person was, he would just realise that she was not interested in whatever shit was going in his head but it just kept getting worse. It was pretty obvious that it was now just a game for him and he was really enjoying it. There were moments when she wanted to talk to her parents about what was happening and it would all go away but then she also didn't knew what their reaction to that situation will be like. Her parents were not the kind of people who were really friendly and open with their kids so she wasn't sure if she could trust them or not. It was just a lot for her little brain. She just stopped talking. She tried talking to Ritika but all she got from her was, "I told him that it's not my number. I asked him not to call you. I can't do anything if he doesn't listen."
It continued for 6 months. He initially used to call after her school when she was at home but then he went on to calling her when she was in school. Her mother once picked up the call but he didn't said anything as he didn't recognised her voice. She didn't tried calling back thinking it was a wrong number. Once, she was watching TV with her father when the phone rang. Her father was about to answer it but she got to it first. "Hello?", she said. He started talking rubbish like always once he recognised her voice. Her father was still sitting right next to her so she just disconnected the call and told her father that it was a computer call.
The moment she said it, she realised that it was a mistake. She should have said it was a wrong number because he was going to call back again and it would look bad. He called back again and this time, her father answered it. He kept saying "hello" but no one answered back from the other side. He disconnected the call thinking that it might be some network issue. That was the moment she knew she had to really do something about it. She had to tell an adult, anyone but her parents, just in case the situation got out of control. She thought about it for days and made a plan that was really risky but at the same time, sounded pretty much perfect in her head. She decided to talk to Ritika again and ask her to talk to that person and make it all stop before she actually carried on with the plan. Her reaction was, "you can do whatever you want. I don't care about you. You can't do anything. All you have is just words". That's the kind of motivation Aayasha was looking for so she left by saying, "you asked for it".
She wrote a letter for Ritika's aunt explaining everything, gave it to her 6 years old daughter and asked her to give it to her mother the moment she reach home after school. She had a lot going in her head that day. All the possibilities of it all going wrong and biting her in the ass, what might be happening in their house, what if she decides to come over and talk to her parents? She couldn't sleep, partly because of the fear that everything might go wrong and partly because she felt like she betrayed her friend. Next morning, she saw Ritika in the school bus. It was written all over her face that she has been crying. Later that day, Ritika's aunt came to talk to her after school. She already got a heads up about it from one of Ritika's cousin in the morning so she was prepared for it. The moment she saw her in school, her first instinct was to run away because she had no idea what that conversation was going to be like but then she had to go see her because one of her teacher got involved. It was not a pleasant conversation but it could have been much worse so she was a bit satisfied. She gave that phone number to her aunt and that teacher when they asked for it. That person never called her again and her parents never found out anything about it. That number was printed in every single cell of her brain by then and she knew that she was probably never going to forget it.
-Pakhi✍️
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6w
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It was time for the longest vacation for Indian school kids! Yes, you guessed it right. Summer vacation! Aayasha, a 13 years old girl, was very excited to live a month without having to step a foot out of her house. She was always like this. Sitting in a corner, busy in her own world, cooking up stories and doing homework.
One fine afternoon, a friend of hers from school, who lived in her neighborhood, came to seek her help with some project work. Or at least that's what it looked like. Aayasha and her younger brother were sitting on the terrace doing their work when she came. Their mother, who was busy with household chores, directed her to the terrace. She looked a bit in rush and out of breath. "I want a phone. I have to make a call. It's urgent. Please. I want a phone", she said. Aayasha tried to calm her down but she wasn't ready to listen. She just kept repeating it and denied to tell her anything except that she would get into really big trouble if Aayasha didn't get her a phone. She started crying and Aayasha, completely lost and clueless of what was happening, came down and asked her mother for her phone. Before she could ask her anything, Aayasha said that her friend upstairs wanted another classmate's phone number. She was shaking because she has never lied to her mother before but she somehow controlled herself and ran back upstairs.
Her friend snatched away that phone from her sweaty hands and started pressing the keys like a maniac. Aaysha didn't wanted to invade her privacy but her mind just wanted to make sure that she wasn't in any big trouble so her ears were trying their best to catch hold of some of the conversation. All she could hear was, "you need to break that SIM card or I'll get into so much trouble". She disconnected the call after the conversation was over, turned back to Aayasha, gave her the phone and said, "I told my aunty that I am going to Aayasha's house to ask her for her computer project and if I don't get back home soon with your file, she'll get suspicious". Aayasha tried asking her what was happening and if she could do anything to help her but she just ignored it and left with an almost empty project file.
It was just 5-6 minutes since her friend left and Aayasha was lying down, soaking up some sunlight and processing what just happened when that phone rang. It was an unknown number so she ignored it. It rang again and this time she actually picked up the phone to have a proper look at the number on the screen. She froze. It was the same number her friend dialed a while ago. She knew that because she saw some of the last digits before her friend deleted it from the call history. ".......313". She kept staring at it, waiting and praying for the phone to stop ringing. It eventually did and she called her friend. It was her aunt's number.
"Hello! Aunty namaste. Has Ritika reached home yet? I accidentally gave her a wrong file. Oh! Okay! Can you please ask her to come back and exchange it with the other file as soon as she gets back home? I need that file. I was working on that project when she came and I have to finish it by tonight". Ritika came back and was really mad about Aayasha calling her aunt. Aayasha told her about the call and asked her to call that person back and tell them that it was not her contact number. She did as Aayasha asked her to and left.
The phone rang again roughly an hour later and it was the same number. She wanted to block it but couldn't because she didn't wanted her parents to get all suspicious about it just in case they somehow end up checking the blocked contacts lists. That person just wouldn't stop calling so she finally answered it. "Hey, listen! I don't know who you are but you need to stop calling. This is not Ritika's number", she said and was expecting an apology from the other side. But, "I don't care who you are. I just want to talk", that's what's she got. She was really angry and just so done with that person. Aayasha was usually not like any other "normal" teenagers but she was really short tempered. She wanted to shout but couldn't because her parents were home and she didn't wanted to grab any attention so she just hung up without saying anything. That person just kept calling her until he was just gave up.
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pallavi4
7w
Read MoreRed
I conceal a bad temperament
And angst that slowly turns into anger
Along with the simmering bubbles of tension
That push one over the level of danger
An incensed infuriation inwardly resides
Below the peaceful, placid facade I hide
The fury and incessant irritation
I constantly feel inside
Tranquil and quiet, outwardly serene
I supposedly never see red
People don’t ever get to witness
The raging tempest in my head
The innate irate temper
That defines who I really am
Gets perceived as subdued submission,
Rationality and pacific calm
The incandescent , seething frenzy
Turns into vexed, exasperated indignation
The fuming ranting and raving
Changes into resentment on provocation
There is a monster inside my head
That changes the course of my normality
Within the confines of the dungeon inside me
Rarely reflecting externally the reality of my personality
@pallavi4
6th of January, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
Reposted from 20th November, 2020
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unknown_13
7w
Shayri 1
Yaadast kamzor nahi hamari.
Bas tumhe yaad rakhna zaroori nahi samajhte ..!
Ankhe jo root gaye humse ..
Tumhare lia barasne nahi chahata !
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vasubandhu
7w
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vasubandhu
7w
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#bhimakoregaon #battle #हिंदी #hindi #कविता #भिमाकोरेगाव #युद्ध #शौर्य #valor
#might #grit #brave #war #rage #wordporn #anguish #wordswag #lastresort #fight #writeaway #thoughts #fighters #legend #strength #fearless #writersofindia #unsung #untold #lesson #blood #mahar #gyaatverses #hindipoems #mirakee #writerstolli #writersnetwork #writersworld #pain #depression #stress #sadness #hopelessness #negative #helplessness #pessimistic #help #support #awareness #wakeup #psychology #philosophy #panchdoot #shabdanchal #thoughts #diary #hindimerijaan #life #perspective #learnings #wisdom #introspection #time #past #transformation #hindiurduwriter #hindilekhan #kavyasanga #help #way #direction #support #rely #dependencies #compassion #empathy©Vasubandhu
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Presumption of innocence
is a fine principle
in essence
Till its loopholes
compel
a vigilante’s justice,
At times as calculated
as female rage,
A glitter crusted claw
To the jugular.
©scintillatingsolitude03 -
RAGE
Rage is your greatest enemy.
©erlinay -
deepflowsoul
9w
True story.
He claimed he loved me,
But he used my own mother against me.
Black mailing pictures of her crying,
When I was bleeding too.
Someone who loves you would never be so cruel!!
©deepflowsoul
