Dearest society, I'm sorry for not coming under your categorization of "beautiful girls", But I do come under those girls who basically don't give a damn bout what you think about me, because I'm happy the way I'm. My parents love me tbh they're really proud of me you see ~ a girl who aces in cultural, co-curricular as well as studies.., my idiot adores me, my friends ~ oh they think I'm damn good.
On the outside I'm smiling, but on the inside I'm weeping and screaming and saying a million syllables, yet you are deaf. I can't hold up this mask, these entrapped feelings ~ I can't seize. Your words, they were swords for me ~ killed every morsel of my torso, murdered my feelings - they've annihilated me, just few another facade scars, I hope they may fade away but they don't. Gimme those wings, let me fly high away over the horizon, so that I'd be free from this prison, just set me free because I will NEVER be good enough for anyone to date due to current 'hype.' You know, the battle of 'bones' vs curves? Little did they know, I was the one being murdered, with their words, Every night, with just the orb of the calignosity as my counterpart, I weep through my sheets, Thinking how many times do I have to kill myself, to be considered beautiful? I ask myself. Now lemme ask you ~ who gave you the rights to tell whether am I beautiful or not? Did I ask for your "opinions"? Who has set the priorities ~ only girls with flat stomach but their top & back should be ____?
Thank you so much for completely fragmenting me, You stirred a dormant fear that every woman who was ever a teenage girl has – that it doesn't matter how funny you are, how clever, how kind, how passionate, how loyal, how determined or adventurous or vibrant – if you're a stone overweight, no one will ever find you desirable. Why, why these poignant and obnoxious thoughts y'all have? Boy,boy! When all you think of these shallow things like she's chubby, plumpy or thin as a stick ~ do you even realize it just says bout "How your mentality is"? Completely absurd is your mentality, and do I apologize for saying that? Nope.
But no. No. I am not going to harm myself for being a tall but a lil chubby girl because it's me who's going through agonizing treatments for anxiety and depression and not you.
You're ugly. You're fat. You're not worthy. ~ these were just words for you. But to me it was an inkling ~ like someone threw a chair at my face, aha you didn't even realize it. I wake up everyday cry myself to sleep hoping I could just put a fullstop to this life. I'm just too good at faking smiles. It's not the hitting, the punching on the wall that hurts me now. I've had it all because I have realized that happiness comes in all sizes, Its not bout having that figure, It's bout becoming a better version of yourself. Kill that "fat girl syndrome"you have, just do what you have to. Study. Expect high. Work. Make your parents proud. Work hard for your dreams ~ be it buying a Lamborghini or a Harley Davidson! ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ◆I don't mind spendin' everyday Out on your corner in the pourin' rain Look for the girl with the broken smile Ask her if she wants to stay awhile And she will be loved, and she will be loved◆
blank_spaceRelatable I love how you're posts are always so brutally honest and you post your heart out in them. ❤❤❤ P.S. Love that song
thepurplegirlAwesomely amazing and beautiful ..I relate every edge of it ..just amazing I read it thrice and got emotional ...I'm sure you are beautiful in out both coz you wrote so beautifully ..just awesome
A salute to all those brave martyr's, God bless our troops, The courageous women and men, Who fight to make sure The bells of freedom peal again.❤️
Risking his life miles away, Cherishing many Hello's despite goodbye's, Wishing to spend just a minute more in his abode, Wishing to eat his mom's home cooked food ~ which is obviously the best, Wishing to talk to his Dad atleast one more time, To listen to his son's adorable laughter for he's just 5, To hug his wife for just one more time, Enshrining all these rhapsodic moments with his family for one more time, Would've been his last wish. Keeping us safe - protecting us, Whilst his family just prays for his safe return, To be back home he will no longer yearn. Why did he risk his life? Why did he die? Oh, for the INDIAN FLAG to be high up in the amaranthine sky, For his country ~ his motherland, This country which is the land of diversity, A home to billions, A country where obstacles unite us, Saving the civilians, Saving this country ~ is all what he wanted. This is all what he'd always pray, Because this is the country where soldiers just don't die, They sacrifice their lives leaving phenomenal & legendary stories, Some unsaid and unspoken anecdotes while thousands note their passing, and proclaim that they were great. As you sit around and complain about what you have or where you live or what you want, Remember that a Soldier somewhere for you is about to sacrifice his life, Not thinking bout his mom who would cry and weep oh so loud, Not thinking bout his dad who'd hold back his tears for he knows that his son fought bravely, Not thinking bout his wife who's his lifeline or the mere 5 yr old kid who'd have no idea that his dad is no more. This family's grief is something we'd never understand, Perhaps just a simple headline, in the paper that might say: "OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING, FOR A SOLDIER DIED TODAY." Or "PULWAMA TERRORIST ATTACK - MATTER OF GRAVE CONCERN"
And give sympathy is all what we do And giving some medals and pensions small. If he stood by your bed, while you're fast asleep, And asks, "did you sleep well?" For today I fought a war, And while you were having sweet dreams, I had those scorching bullets piercing my body, Blood oozing outta my mere torso, But yes, yes, I fought so bravely, Because you're sleeping peacefully. What would be your answer? If he called out from the grave?
Freedom and safety was the gift that he unselfishly gave, Pain and death was the price that he ultimately paid. Do not stand at his grave and cry, He's here, he did not die. He's protecting you and me. Before wearing the army's attire, holding on the gun, He was just a simple civilian just like you and me. He sacrificed his life for the one's he didn't even know while we were all celebrating VALENTINE'S DAY. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Idk if this is good, but this one is for all those soldiers who were brave and honest to our country. This one is for them and their sacrifice. This is one is for them who died in the Pulwama attack and the many other attacks that the "media" wouldnt show.
Tum babu baby shona krte gaye aur door kahi woh mrta gaya taki tum mehfooz reh sko.
"38 CRPF personnel were martyred in Jammu and Kashmir's Pulwama district. India held Pakistan directly responsible for the worst-ever terrorist attack in J&K. The government has said that terrorists will pay heavy price for attack."~ THE TOI. Oh they did change the headlines from ~ "Govt blames Pak after local youth rams CRPF convoy with IED-packed SUV in worst terror hit on J&K forces." /Local youth, like srsly/ -.-
This write up is nothing in front of the things they've done for us. We cannot measure their courage,their bravery, their honor, their sacrifice. A moment of silence and summons in their honour.❤️ 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ ◆Naina lauta aane waale saal jo Meri wardi bole mera haal toh Naina ashq na ho Yeh samajhna, main hoon majboor Naina ashq na ho◆
Scroll. Just scroll for idk what is this. -.- ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ There are hushed and unsaid words in those tears, Unspoken voices in those eyes, Fractured and asphyxiated, Asphyxiated and submerged, Submerged and slivered into petite smidgens, Yes you were an entangled enigma and I, I was a labyrinth of those parched emotions, My macrocosm just went dull for now I'm a system made up of split tears, A fragmented soul on these alley's of honeyed yet bitter dreams, Oh wait, hallucinations? Illusions? These memories of yours are sitting on my mind just like a heavy weight, No matter how hard I try to forget them, Eyes are a museum of moments, aren't they?
Why am I punishing myself by plastering a fake smile everytime ~ for the lacuna that he's tristfully aboded in between my ribs? How long am I going to be in this habromania of mágoa? My words carry your forsaken and fake promises, For these promises too now have gathered dust ~ long forgotten Why do promises yellow with age - like an ancient relic? How stupid of me to believe in those fabled talks of yours, Because in the end You're a silhouette outlined on my body, And I'm vagabond travelling on these streets of eccentric heartbreaks. Awkwardness. Agony. Silence. Denial. Lies. Anger. You'd remember me as the girl who said "I can't take it anymore, even though you ripped me apart, a girl who was broken within" But now, I'm the girl who's still here, learning to forgive & forget, mending others hopes, It turns out that I can love too, Because love lies in this parched heart and this time it's pristine, This time it's with trusts and hopes, Yes, you are just another scar on my torso, But until when I'd be a wanderer? I've found my abode in his voice, For he's a promise made by a broken cardiac organ, He's an unsung song who loves me the way I'm. The void you made by your venomous memories, Is now full of love, No he isn't a writer, A poet, A ordinary boy, He's a warrior who taught this shattered soul to fight back, He's the one who made me realize that these clipped wings are meant for rising up, He's the one who's teaching me to fly & Consigning to oblivion those remnants of past, Wiping my tears - making me smile, Loving me & my flaws, And here I'm, wishing upon the stars that I want him to last for a forever and beyond, Because I never felt so dedicated, never felt such serenity, He's the type of zephyr ~ tranquility, I wouldn't have found anywhere else coz we could be in a worst place but still be aloft beyond the horizon.
Sometimes, God does bless people like me, too. ◆I'm gonna love you like I'm gonna lose you I'm gonna hold you like I'm saying goodbye Wherever we're standing I won't take you for granted 'Cause we'll never know when, when we'll run out of time◆
◆Ad astra per aspera ◆ 〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️〰️ Already been pulverized to morsels, Maybe, maybe you'd find those fragmented figurines of my cardiac organ travelling on the road to Neverland, Or in the middle of an amaranthine storm, Or maybe clandestinely meandering in the perpetual winter's fog, Or as the rains ~ as the sky weeps of its hues of heartbreak, Perhaps evanescence with the smoke of the cigarette you've been burning, Or swirling with those cosmic things on the Orion belt, Or in those incomplete stories with fake forevers & always, Or maybe wandering in between these muses I pen down, Or in the nothingness of now. Because in the end we're all an incredible mishap of the atoms and molecules, with nebulas in our eyes and black holes in our hearts, We're all chapped smiles & euphoric eyes and minds replicating warzones, We're perhaps vagabonds counterfeiting transparent toxic reality in this macrocosm full of dreams and ecstasy while every thing was just opaque ~ an illusion, a hallucinatory sensation, a mirage of quagmire lies with the colours of our aura being fading in the oblivion, Yet wandering aimlessly to the roads unknown, to the roads less taken with just our shadows as true counterparts and a mind with mirage of love and a heart as a vacuum of memories.
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This is a longggggg write up. And dedicated to one of my most FAVOURITE AND THE BEST PERSON here on mirakee, although he's not using this app due to some reason, but still. He's just a GEM. MY TREASURE.❤️ ◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️◾️◽️ When I feel depressed and when anxiety & insomnia played atrocious parodies on me, I felt like I was an abode without an address, A penumbra without scintillations, A necropolis without an epithet Perhaps a laconic void, Then he came into my life ~ as an empyrean epiphany ; perhaps an Eureka. Who fathomed me that you can love with those fragmented smidgens of your heart. He made me semblance perchance envisage ~ that I was the perpetual wild blue yonder, the welkin with space, A nightfall with reverie's ~ being moonstruck. A palate of the cardiac organ with the beats. A perfect stranger at first - now a crucial & a noteworthy part of my life. A part I wish would never bid adieu. A counterpart who made me believe in myself, a part who taught me to fall in love nd be jubilant. The reason behind my smile during the aurora of the forenoon. The reason for my siesta during the midnight, The reason why my parched heart started beating again ~ playing harmonious symphonies - perhaps skipping those heartbeats to make those melodious hymns with his. I may not be his first love, his first touch. But I'd be his last kiss, his last word he embraces, I'd look up at him - his eyes those starlights, his words luscious moontraps, I'd look up at him - for he's a piece of art, So serene & adorable that my heart imprisoned itself. But is this a fool's paradise or you there for real? If this is a dream - I don't want to wake up. And if this is a reality, I would always pray that you & me will never be strangers again. If we be strangers - I swear I'd lose my everything. I'd lose my smile. I'd lose my heart and would never dare to love again.
There's this person who's so frickin goooood although idiot, He's purrrrrrfecttttttt Never in my life have I felt more dedicated to anything huehueeee He's truly one of a kind, a diamond in the rough, a golden ticket that I am lucky to have won. He's JUST MINE.
◆Tu Jo Mila Lo Ho Gaya Main Kaabil Tu Jo Mila Toh Ho Gaya Sab Haasil Mushkil Sahi Aasan Hui Manzil Kyunki Tu.. Dhadkan Main Dil..◆ ~ truly an amazing song
Okay, I got no idea what is this. / Scroll -.- / ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Because fairytale's are a fantasy, right yet nice and nostalgic? Oh or is that a trap you choose to fall into to see yourself deconstructing into fragile flames?
-------------- Ain't we all dragons just waiting to implode ourselves, a freak of nature ~ a wonderful yet fragmented catastrophe? Ain't we all dragons cloaked as humans perhaps ~ dancing to the melody of the broken hearts & 3 am regrets living our lives in the cacophony of "perpetual once upon a dream" because that's all what we do isn't it - Naming our biggest fears with a smile & a bloody grin for we are a torso of split tears and shattered castles in the air with diverging abode's keeping the whole enchilada caged in between the spaces of our ribs? ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ ◆'Why must you turn to empty bliss?' Tell me why break trust, why turn the past to dust, Seeking solace in the abyss? Tell me why create a circle none can break? Why must you let go, the life you were bestowed?◆
Darkness. Stars. Moon. Tranquility.❤️ /Scroll coz it's boring and stoopid af -.-/ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ The darkness fondles my skin and hums peculiar joy into my ears wrapping me around it's arms, Darkness has taken its stranglehold, clutching life and engrossing my memories turning them into forgotten lost dreams. I could sense the dried, dead leaves talking amongst themselves - psithurism, The moon hiding behind those clouds stars almost forgot to twinkle that night, I, I am sitting here with my head on my knees, Beads of sweat falling off my face, Heavy breathing, heart almost skipped beats in fear, Mind racing perchance accelerating faster than a peeved off driver on a highway, Yes, that white grotesque figurine almost made me numb. It still is there. Eyes wide as paranoid although completely like an empty void, An impish creepy smile, is this a nightmare? Am I dreaming? I cognizance something appearing closer to me, Almost near to me - I could feel that it was following me like a second shadow, It opened it's mouth - chapped lips, crooked teeth - said 'I know, I know what's going in your black gold mind. But darling, no you can't go backwards with the sound of this tick-tock." The undisturbing silence got disturbed by his apartheid footsteps, his apathetic words. For he said that perhaps this'd be my last dream set in an inferno for until the rays of the catastrophic sun would creep, my eyes wouldn't be open, my cardiac organ would have stopped plumping blood, I'd be alive no more. But then I said, "Go leave me in peace, That's all I ask" I'd whisper in a broken voice. He nodded slowly as pain etched lines on his smooth face, I'll come back when you need me, and he faded that way as if it was my once upon a infernal dream. And since then, he still comes without failing, for didn't he say he'd be homecoming? He still haunts me - I still die every night ~ heavy breathing, heart skipping beats, head permeated with awful thoughts of him and every morning, I question myself "Am I alive? Why hasn't he taken the life outta me? When would all this consign to oblivion, abolished or atleast adjourn?
Alright apologies for not replying to dem comments and some tags quite busy so..! Anyways, Thank you so much for all the luv And this write up is basically published in the writerstolli anthology ~ shades of frozen fear too..