Can’t respond to comments today. Please understand. ❤️
Hi yall. I saw @wannabecreative ‘s series “types of mirakee ppl” (if you haven’t seen it what are you doingg) and I had tons of ideas. Soooo here’s my very own
TYPES OF MIRAKEENS!!!!!
(btw I asked her if I could use her idea and she said yes.)
1. The couples
Yeh log apne significant other ke baare me kese kese shayri likhte hai wah wah. Inko dekhke sub log ko ek gf/bf chahiye aur jub inka break up hota hai to hum sub ko sachye pyaar pe Vishwas nahi hota hai #exaggeration 2. Makhichoos
Aise log jo achanak se aake saare posts ko like karenge pur kabhi follow nahi karenge 🤦🏻*shakes head in embarrassment”
3. Ghamandi/ nitpicker
Yeh log khud ko Gulzar aur Shakespeare ke samaan samajhte hai. Aur inko lagta hai ki iske vajah se dusre writers ko woh kuch bhi matlab kuch bhi keh sakte hai criticism ke naam me. 🤦🏻🤦🏻 Get a hobby man. Pur bhai agar hamare paas itna self-confidence hota to na jane hum kya kya karte *sheds tear*
4. Dukhi atma
Inke posts ko dekhke aisa lagta hai ki jindagi mein inka nasib hamesha bakwas hai aur inhone kabhi bhi khushi ko mehsus nahi kiya hai...... and I’m one of them *sheds another tear*
Yeh gadhe logon ke mote dimag mein ab tuk ghusa nahi hai ki mirakee creativity ke liye hai. In logon ko naa to sochna nahi aata hai na to credit dena. *silently gives gaali*
6. Uncles and aunties
Yeh log ek poem ko dekhke Hume life advice dena shuru karte hai, even if we’ve never met them before. Arre bhai chup Betho na! *loses brain cells just thinking about it*
Inke posts kabhi bhi 3 paragraphs se kum nahi honge. One-liner posts? Haikus? Never heard of them!
Need I say more? We all know them 😂😆
Ok I’m doneee ^_^ I don’t mean to disrespect ANYONE (unless you’re the 5th type 😡) be whoever you want to be and I’ll respect you for that ❤️
Also if I made mistakes in hindi then sowwyyyy sanskrit lene ke baad hum hindi bhul gaye hai ^_^ (same applies to my humour. Forgotten.)
Tag your friends! and tell them which type they are! BECUASE why not??
I am locked with chains introduced to my arms and feet in a neurotic prison that echoes chaotic contradictions in a reverberating frequency. This cage of mine is stronger than steel and has proven that fate is an extraordinarily cruel force as i have been trapped in a cage of my own making and I’m finding it impossible to break through. My existence is now a prop of pain and an ode to slow and horrific ordeals. My face is finally dry as my soul hath forgotten to feel. I have now allowed to my limbs, my bones and flesh to succumb to this pain and allowed myself to lie on the floor and do nothing but take in short, oxymoronic whisps of air.
I begin to wonder if my dried eyes are seeing things or is that water coming my way? What can my lifeless entity do now? Fight? Hahahaha. I kid myself.
The water begins to make its way towards me. My chains won’t let me escape, but I don’t even try otherwise. their bonds on me are stronger than my will. The water begins to advance towards me in war-like stances and begins to envelop me in a deadly embrace. I let it all happen. I close my eyes and shut my fluttery eyelids.
My prayers are now being silently murmured under my muted breath and I now begin to let go.
Now, the entire prison is filled with water and my cell is just a blot on the map, another insignificant gas body in a plethora of beauty.
Now my eyes are really beginning to see things. My hazy blurred vision dictates to me that there are now 2 humans coming towards me, with keys in their hands. They both begin to swim towards me silently.
Their faces look intensely familiar. They look Like the the only select few who looked out for me, my shining beacons, the ones who can’t just be described by mere, meagre words.
They look like mom and dad.
They begin to make their way towards me in a Inteprid manner, while tranquility and sadness envelops their faces.
They have...keys in their hands? The keys command the chains on my hands to break free. I am however, still abound by the chains on my feet and I am still stuck in my cell of absolute doom. Mother and father then silently put their keys down on the floor of my cell.
‘We can’t break them all’ and thus begin to make their departutre.
wait! What am I supposed to do? What do I do?
Why are you asking. It’s not like you STILL want to survive. Don’t be a fool.
Besides, nobody will want you back.
He’s right. Nobody will want you. You are nothing but a pathetic excuse of a monster, an indiscreet waste of space, a selfish mortal who could never think beyond herself and her foolish thoughts.
No. Don’t. Don’t do it. You’re not completely submerged by the impending water. You can still make it.
I take one of the keys which is now lying down on the floor lazily. My hands begin shake and quake as I attempt to introduce this Orphic key to the fetters wrapped around my feet. I fidget around and I hear the most relieving sound I have heard in a long time.
The click sound which is an indication that the first fetter is an Orphic object which I do not have to worry about anymore. I do the same with the second fetter and in doing so I finally feel something that I thought was washed away along with the eccentric phenomenon you call time.
I have now attained partial freedom and I am free to roam in the expansive yet submissive domain that is my prison cell.
But, do I really want to stay there?
That’s it loves, the rest is open ended.
Please DO NOT take this in the literal sense this piece is nothing but a metaphor.
Thank you very much for reading this it must’ve taken a lot of time 😅
Stay safe ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
#illusions#illusion@mirakee@writersnetwork Please forgive all this garbage I saw the challenge 5 minutes ago and I couldn’t think of anything else lol. My impatience and incompetence has returned.
eccedentesiast:- someone who is sad and broken on the inside but hides it all with a smile
Determined & Self-reliant But, stubborn as a brat A loyal freind & an ardent lover Doubt her at your own risk, as she is steadfast & trustworthy A hard worker with work ethics, and also stable and reliable She is graceful yet grounded A loving & compassionate mother, Yet, a woman of substance She is abundance personified Yours for life unless you mess with her. . .
What if my cat ruled the world? a prompt by @tengoku
Lucky for us, she's not of the ambitious type, her daily routine consists of simple tasks like eating, sleeping, going to the loo and hunting the poor insects that find their way into my home. Out of all that, she enjoys hunting the most, despite cats being known for their love for sleep. My cat is more like a dog, she bites more than she scratches. When she's on a hunt, she puts her entire focus and dedication into it, she doesn't rest until the insect hasn't died and if somehow, the insect manages to slip away from her, (only the flying ones do), she sits there looking at them and starts crying. She takes it to her heart and wonders why those insects don't wanna 'play 'with her :( She eats cat food as well as dog food, and before you ask me why did I feed her dog food, lemme tell you, we only fed her that coz we couldn't find cat food during the lockdown. She LOVES fish, chicken and apart from all these, she eats nothing else. I tried to feed her fast food, but she just ignored it everytime, I even tried feeding her mangoes and other fruits but she didn't like it either.
So if my cat ruled the world, she'd do the following stuff: She'd order us to build big hunting arenas for her where the facility is enclosed in such a way that the insects won't be able to escape from her clutches. She'd order the genius engineers of the world to build her a flying suit that'll help tackle her 'not able to fly' problem. She'd command the wildlife hunters to catch various types of insects to be used in those arenas.
She would order all the food companies to increase the production of cat and dog food. She'd invest in their research & development departments to enhance the taste and to invent new flavours for her. She'd spare us with all the good and tasty food but she'll put a ban on fish and chicken consumption and she'd order the cops to capture the humans who will try to consume fish, so that looks like a bad world for all the bengalis and punjabis to live in :P