feel_bee

a bee having small ♡ shattered wings.

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  • feel_bee 6h

    Written and unwritten

    There's some visible threads inside the darkness I spread.
    The light of written words.
    To make me realize the shards of broken glasses have the songs.
    To make me not forget the highlighted works.
    To make caught in the past of tasks.
    To make a better hell that I am not.
    To make me a better person which is worst.
    To make my mistakes always on top.
    There are some darker pages that make me learn the brutal lights.
    You should not make those threads of bright.
    Those written letter should fly.
    To make the written letters not to mark.
    To write less and to draw a dumb art.
    Should not make the marks.
    Should not make the pages that do not hide the dark.
    @feel_bee

  • feel_bee 14h

    I do not construct the writings.
    I am not a writer.
    I just talk to the place.
    Where I do not exist.
    And nobody can hear me.
    When I'm scribbling in the crowd.
    A crowd of strangers.
    Where I do not exist.
    I do not construct writings.
    I am not a writer.
    But I do write.
    Where I can write.
    Where I do not exist.
    A crowd of darkness.
    Where I am blind.
    Where I am deaf.
    Where I do not live.
    Where I do breathe.
    Where I do not exist.
    Where I talk to Nobody.
    But I do talk.
    Where I do not exist.
    @feel_bee

  • feel_bee 16h

    when laurels talk their heart out...
    dedicated to the countdown to 4th October.. :")

    last year I was in the classroom.. and our teacher gave us a news ... a upsc aspirant committed suicide because he couldn't reach to the exam hall on time..
    I'm sorry.
    I wish you all.. all the best.. and please all the parents and their loved ones.. don't make them feel low about anything.. they have life more than the upsc.. let them live.. let them study the way they wanna do.. don't ask too many questions.. they are just like any other student.. they are just human beings.. right? .. yeah.. human being..being human..
    -0

    #laurelc #writersbay #mirakee

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    I would rather die young.
    I know it is incomplete to say it done.
    I would rather die soon.
    I know it is little to leave it unsung.
    I would rather live alive.
    I don't know how to leave.
    @feel_bee

  • feel_bee 1w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
    #findamirakeean

    @alwayswannafly

    All I can mention about his writeups..
    I have read every post of him..
    And
    And

    He writes so finely.. every line has a story and connects with the next story..
    It may take you time when reading..or you may find the normal story, you can imagine ;..but a clue to read his posts is ..that read every post with the perception that you don't have any perception.. and take that write up in that way.. do not generalize what you can normally think .. it's a way more deeper..

    "His one liners are my fav."



    //"A better stranger,
    a deeper universe you can share with."//

    ~0

    @feel_bee

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  • feel_bee 1w

    #mirakee #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #writersbay #pod #thinking #life #stories #breath #greekc

    When I can have a lack of wisdom, warfare and handicrafts..
    Or beauty, love, pleasure and passion made me a victim of thoughts..
    Am I a victim?
    What is wisdom?
    I'm thinking...
    Yes!
    No..
    Nah!

    Are you thinking and
    Are you thinking ?
    Are you still thinking?
    Why are you just thinking?


    Are you still thinking about the same thing?

    Are thinking too much?

    Are you thinking ?

    Who are you?

    Are you thinking?


    Are you still thinking?

    Have you fulfilled your dreams before your dreams?

    Are you thinking about your lines?

    Who are you?


    Are you still thinking?

    This is too much bro..

    Is the time also still and thinking?
    Like you..

    Are you there?

    I mean there with you...

    Are you still thinking?

    No, I didn't mean any question..

    It's just..
    Do you think questions or answers?
    Or just dilemmas..
    Or everything..

    Do you really think or are you just obsessed?

    Are you thinking?

    Who ?
    Me!

    ~0

    @feel_bee

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    An idle mind is devil's workshop!

  • feel_bee 1w

    #chair #furniture #mirakee #MirakeeWorld @mirakee #writersbay #poem pic credit: me, it's my chair, my laptop screen and somewhere me..


    EMPTY CHAIR

    There are the war books for the stories of chairs..
    Chair is empty and it is non-living.

    But the chair is chair.
    The game of dare.

    The quiet..
    The devil..
    ~0

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    Empty chair

    The chair is my game and
    an accomplice in my rolling coaster
    brainy tales.
    It remains empty and do not live.
    Non-living chair that feels my breath.
    That empty chair where I do live.
    My empty chair that I do talk.
    I sit on the bed,
    I sit on the floor,
    Even, sometimes, I do sit on my table.
    My empty chair is my dancing room mate.
    I stare at it for hours.
    I think for hours looking at it.
    It is still and it is a story.
    It is empty and it is a chair.
    It is a reflexion of me
    sitting somewhere.
    Empty chair.

  • feel_bee 1w

    #happybirthday #dawn #sorry #thankyou #love #dosti
    Sorry sorry sorry
    Bachche ki loge jaan kya ..

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    NIVEDITA

    It's her birthday today,
    Nivedita,
    means "surrendered to God, intelligent"..
    She laughs a lot,
    Her eyes have a love of urdu,
    The laguage of heart,
    She says a lot of sorrysss..
    I'm used to..
    Sorry sorry sorry,
    Yeah ..
    She lives in the hills,
    And talks to the rivers,
    And screams the pain,
    And smiles like a mischievous kid,
    We are celebrating the world sorry day,
    Because she has surrendered all the mistakes to God,
    She doesn't commit the mistakes,
    But she says sorry,
    Mysterious,
    Thank you,
    Nivi,

  • feel_bee 1w

    A poem never ends..
    But, left with the unendings in the hope of a never ending theft..

    A thief that was not arrested in the lines of ecstasy..

    A thief was allowed then,
    And the stolen rhymes have been stitched as the thesis..

    A poem never ends..
    Its half soul was stolen to make the another heart of broken pieces..

    ~0

    #mirakee @mirakee #writersnetwork #art #poem

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    A poem begins as a
    broken pieces of heart
    in search of a
    beautiful mess and
    the sophisticated art.






    ©feel_bee

  • feel_bee 1w

    Once the story had a theme,
    It was rhyming to say that
    Tears can make a little stream,
    The beauty of the hills and rivers,
    Mismatched the pain with the fears,
    Then he told me about those eyes,
    They look beatiful when they shine,
    Adored with the veiled sonnets,
    I forgot that he was making me cry,
    Having the water in my eyes,
    He weeps through the pain,
    And makes me scream the lines,
    I weep through the songs,
    That don't have lyrics and
    don't adore the dawn,
    I didn't listen with care of words,
    He told me about his smile,
    He wants me to look beautiful everytime,
    So he made me a weeping doll
    every day and night..,
    He loves my teary eyes,
    He loves me more but hides.
    ©feel_bee

  • feel_bee 1w

    Writer

    A muted soul that screams through the scribbles without tears.
    ©feel_bee