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  • hidden_sunshine 1d

    Write a 6 word tale on past @writersnetwork @mirakee
    #past
    Zephyr: a soft gentle breeze

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    Past

    zephyr when accepted
    hurricane when neglected.

  • hidden_sunshine 2d

    I.......don’t know what I’m doing 🌚🌚🌚

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    When one’s vulnerability is regarded as trifling chaos is sure to ensue and the deeds of the few who cared are forgotten.

  • hidden_sunshine 4d

    #colour
    Am I seeing things or is it a @writersnetwork repost 👀 thank you soo much ✨you made a girl happy 🥺

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    Black.
    What do you see when you think black? Only gloominess, despair, darkness?
    Oh well. I guess sight is subjective.
    What do I see when I think black?
    Now that is something that may flummox some.
    Black is a constant reminder of reality for some, the colour of a broken aegis. Black is the colour of broken promises, broken personalities, broken futures, broken verses and broken words. Black is the colour of rage, of chaos and the screams that are heard only from within. Black is the colour of lost hope and the mind which is tired, tired of everything life gives them.

    but black, unlike other colours can go beyond.
    Black is the colour of the night dark hair of his daughter he strokes and kisses good night. Black is the colour of the midnight sky after giving birth to incandescent stars, that watches and gazes at serene 3 AM proclamations, that holds the moon while it waxes and wanes. Black is the colour of those beautiful eyes you found comfort in. Black is the colour of the darkness which gives you strength after walking through it, expecting nothing in return sometimes.
    Black lives amongst the stars and the aches of us mortals.
    Black contains a multitude of miracles
    Black is a cascade of chaotic contradictions, a bibilophobic love.
    Black is a zephyr and a strong gust.
    Black is bleak and zestful.
    Black is exceedingly unique.
    Black is beautiful.

  • hidden_sunshine 1w

    the 'you' here is subjective.

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    reality

    these days reality hits
    harder than a boulder
    crashing down from a
    mountain for it has
    happened quicker
    than I thought I would
    and it whizzes by defeating
    even relativity. it eats and
    rips apart my heart like a
    vulture feasting on flesh-
    pounced upon at sight
    without a single thought
    or regard. I have realised
    that my heart was empty
    all this time as all the love
    I had received after I had
    given mine was actually
    poison and I must now
    begin to heal myself as
    nobody else will bother.
    I must bandage my stabs
    on my own while the blood
    reaches your petite fingertips
    for nobody else will care. for I
    live in a halcyon surrounded by
    happiness. sadness is a stranger,
    right? wrong. I am on the verge
    of collapsing of fatigue and
    everything looks black- my
    calluses, the circles around
    my red eyes stand witness.
    however as soon as I turn
    up rose-coloured glasses
    are decked up and the
    scent of denial envelops
    your entity. this is the reality
    I live in, in the halcyon you have
    set for me. people like me are
    revelled in verses, but in verses
    alone.
    this is the reality I live in.
    I must speedily heal the scars which
    I realised were in fact wounds.
    I am broken today and I fear for
    tomorrow but I must begin trusting
    myself and I must fill the void in my
    heart with self-love. but reality makes
    it much harder.
    and that is the reality we all live in.

  • hidden_sunshine 1w

    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*
    5. Plagiarist
    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*
    7. Storyteller
    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??
    kthxbaiiiiiii

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    types of humans on mirakee! Because why not???
    (it’s in hindi)

  • hidden_sunshine 1w

    Scene 1:
    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.
    Scene 2:
    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.
    Scene 3:
    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!
    No. Don’t. Don’t do it. You’re not completely submerged by the impending water. You can still make it.
    Come on.

    Scene 4
    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.
    Hope.
    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 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
    @writersnetwork @mirakee #pod

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    From abditory to deadly.
    (caption)

  • hidden_sunshine 1w

    her poetry reminds me the night sky at 12-
    expandingly dark horizons littered with scintillating dust and stars ready to receive azure beginnings

  • hidden_sunshine 1w

    #20thingsilearnedthehardway
    The starting is a dua lipa reference in case you didn’t understand :P

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    One, don’t pick up the phone, you know he’s gonna call when he’s drunk and alone. Two, don’t let him in-
    Ok ok sorry I’m done fooling around now :P
    Let’s get serious, k?
    1. You aren’t unkind if you cut off friends who are toxic
    2. Everything does not revolve around you. Be a little more considerate
    3. People are always going to dislike you, you can’t be loved by everyone
    4. Overthinking isn’t always beneficial
    5. A bad day isn’t a bad life
    6. You are more privileged than you think
    7. Don’t procrastinate. Guilt is more painful than the efforts you had to take at that time.
    8. not everything is your fault
    9. Holding on to the past is extremly harmful in the long run
    10. Sometimes you need to take a break and relax.
    11. If you tried your very best and you didn’t get the desired result don’t worry. Mistakes are your best teachers.
    12. Time goes by very quickly and anything can happen. Spend time with your loved ones.
    13 you can’t have everything figured out. It’s okay to be confused and lost.
    14. You can’t always be there for everyone and you have to remeber the same thing for everyone else
    15. Don’t forget your values in the attempt to fit in
    16. Your studies are important. But don’t throw away everything for them.
    17. Trust takes so long to build but it can be shattered in a few words
    18. Your happiness is more important than you think. It slips away too easily.
    19. Don’t invalidate your feelings. Yes, sometimes you do ovvereact to something but don’t beat yourself for it. Learn from your mistakes and grow.
    20. You are your saviour, your own knight in shining armour. It’s okay to get help but don’t completely rely on other people.

  • hidden_sunshine 2w

    If only I could tag all the accounts who do this here....but I blocked them all many moons ago *howls with agony*

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    Dear YouTube channels and intsa accounts, let me tell you a lil something about myself. I hate self-promo accounts and I love love LOVE deleting comments. Put two and two together, dearies *-*

  • hidden_sunshine 2w

    #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

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    Dry eyes, sunny smiles
    Hair decked with sunflowers, running down touching her cheeks
    Just like those frequent tears
    Curved Cheeks that mingle with dreary dimples,
    Speech laced with euphoria, hiding fears and quashed-up vigour
    Welcome to the illusions of an eccedentesiast
    A mind of the saddest
    But the appearence of the happiest