Mirakee
Be careful my heart.
They've praised you today
but this ain't going to happen everyday.
This is life you see,
one moment of inconsistency fades your years of trying!
©farida_tdr24
farida_tdr24
just a freshman.. always trying to learn and achieve... joined on 21 March, 19!!
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Yunhi khali behte the bebaak
Socha kuch naya kare ikhteyar
Kalam liya toh tha kuch adbhut likhne ko
Par pata hi na chala kab mehfil main hogaye shamil
aur dusro ki burai ko apne sihaai main chaapne lage.
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farida_tdr24
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I was happy for a reason. I never thought about the destination. It was only the journey I tried to enjoy.
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farida_tdr24
3d
Ghustakhiyaan galtiyaan tab lagne lagi
jab ehsaas hua ki khuda toh rahman hay maaf kardega par uski kayenaat ke bane insaan nahi.
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Do I need to be sad for I don't have the thing others do or do I need to be grateful for the things I earlier just wished for and now I've got them all!
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farida_tdr24
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Born in a family which raised me religiously.
Protected and nurtured always structured in captivity.
Adorned me in the embrace of veil just like a sea shell.
My holy books preached me my sights;
women's are blessings and posses their own rights!
Deliberate as a soft nile when life happened I grew up to be fragile.
With the world out to be sparkling,
I didn't demand to be a weakling.
with time as I started to grumble,
they said I would fumble,
And my steps would tumble.,
that my fantasy would lead me to ecstasy.
I was a maiden who needed a harness, they claimed!
Bind my hands, close my eyes, make me barefooted just so I couldn't acquire myself tight.
Denied my rights, put me in relations that made me agonised, four walls is all I'm made for and it was all they sealed in my fate.
With edible for three time and a shelter to hide they say what else do I need?
Who says this life is not a blessing and only a demise?
#pod #thoughts @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetworkOblivion diary
Read the caption.....
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farida_tdr24
7w
I was in a hurry for life classes.
Just crossing new chapters is success I defined.
Then with time I learnt life lessons.
And this now I feel is more important.
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farida_tdr24
8w
Just a little more patience.
Life is waiting for you to do things you're meant for doing!
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farida_tdr24
9w
I feared I couldn't stand it.
I tried and I gained it.
I realised life is this,
Before you give a try
Just don't deny!
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farida_tdr24
11w
I'm stucked with her aroma.
It's the emotion that sheds all tears.
And her love spills more than her words harsh.
It nourishes me and evolves in me from within.
How mother do you manage to be so cruel yet the most kind?
©farida_tdr24
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kimo poem
In glen of verses literature is
frozen freedom to inscribe
wonders of the mountain
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sehnaz
125w
#feeling#
It's a feeling,
A feeling which I don't want to feel again,
the feeling which I still couldn't abort,
which tore me apart, and broke my heart,
the feeling of that touch; that led to discomfort
from the start and made me inert,
The feeling of that touch from my past
still remains in my heart and haunts
me at all darks and brights,
And now I hate every touch,
even when my skin feels rain
It frightens me and chokes me inch by inch..!
©sehnaz -
"Maybe"
And maybe we can be lonely together,
Even if we aren't happy with each other.
Or maybe we can move far,
Far far apart from one another,
striving for the better,
and praying for an happily ever after.
Or maybe cursing our stars for the latter,
and waiting for a brighter chapter.
But what if destiny wants us for
Forever?
What if we can prosper,
only with each other?
Would togetherness still matter?
Or would everything just grow bitter and bitter?
Maybe we will meet again
Or never ever,
And maybe we would still prefer,
being lonely together,
sooner or later...!
Maybe....?
©sehnaz -
Lets skip the
Modern initial steps
of falling in love
Instead exchange
Metaphors and rhymes
through the post
Let's create memories
on pages before
Clicking pictures
And pinning on the side of mirror
Lets meet on the other side
by staring at that
Same night sky
And hope our stars will match one day
Lets fall in love with heart and soul
~janvi -
daphnae
26w
Read MoreThe stars made their way,
To my eyes.
With love, I picked them up.
One by one,
I adhered them to my new sky.
Their twinkles whispered something
To me, maybe about their new abode.
I assured them with a smile,
Singing to them lullabies of love,
Of gratitude and hope.
I caressed them with my fingers,
Made them comfortable within my words.
Dropping love, here and there,
I asked them to astray nevermore,
From their path to gleam.
Gleam like the brightest of all,
When the moon gets hindered.
I asked them to stay,
With their moon always.
"Maybe sometimes you don't see him,
But he'll always be there,
Watching you discreetly,
As you wait there for him."
I said.
©saya__
#random #astray #writersblock #mirakee #wn #pod #stars
(Forgive me for this piece. Suffering from writers block.)
Thank you @writersnetwork
Second repost from you. Never ever expected.����Sometimes, your moon isn't there for you to see,
Don't think he left.
He's always there, right infront.
Just the clouds overtook your sight. -
whitewings
27w
Read MoreI adore the reckless lives that artists live. The anarchy, the disorder and chaos. Drowning in their emotions, struggling to let go of the past. Untangling the mess of their aches, stitching through the rags of their sense of self. A brush stroke in future, a verse in another dimension... singing hymns to the void, making God out of mortals. And all of it, so beautifully... it seems to be, a synchronized set of moves. I adore the certain uncertainty of it all. An artist's life is a universe of it's own. Every person on the outside, is a spectator... either disgusted or captivated by the sheer brilliance and failure by which the artist sifts through the chaos around and barely holds her faltering self together. An artist is a lonely soul in her own universe.
©whitewingsAn artist is a lonely soul in her own universe.
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sumana_chakraborty
34w
Read More#pod#random#writersnetwork@writersnetwork#mirakee@mirakee
Amidst pitter patter raindrops
In between the earth and the sky
Why that sound of rain
Never gives me respite
Why that huge void of white
Chasing behind
Fusing in myriad shades
To mingle with twilight.
Amalgamating rainbow of hopes
That sunshine
Dancing and stirring faith
in magnificent vibes
Reigning that welkins space
With fathomless illuminants
Sun, moon, stars
And our ocean of talents.
Truth chiming in the wake of dawn
Far away, somewhere ...
Lord of all
Creating and breaking
Cosmos of norms
Taking account of all evils and demons.
©sumana_chakrabortyAmidst pitter patter raindrops
In between the earth and the sky
Why that sound of rain
Never gives me respite
Why that huge void of white
Chasing behind
Fusing in myriad shades
To mingle with twilight.
©sumana_chakraborty (please read the caption) -
thewordplayer
35w
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��WILDFIRE ��
It starts with a spark,
The spark that is born out of
Friction between sand and the sun.
The spark that gets trapped in the breeze,
Spreads through the riverside,
The spark,
Nourished by the river,
Slowly and artfully.
And then,
Before you know it,
There is a wildfire,
Hungry for everything.
There is a wildfire,
In the sand dunes and the boiling river,
All set to make it's existence marked.
There is a wildfire
You may never able to put out.
©ameenaahmed -
distantpoetry
45w
Pain can’t be a mere explanation, it’s only an experience. So is poetry, love and life..
©distantpoetry
