Mirakee
It is important to have high aspirations but your hard work should match with your aspirations!
~papa
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Late
There is a right time for everything,
Like life's a steeplechase,
And ur supposed to have supposedly crossed those hurdles,
For these are the preconceived and preassumed bars of society u should chase,
And burger u If u don't......
You are too late!
What if u tried and tried hard but in vain,
What if you might have paused to contemplate,
Your own bars ... your own chase
You don't qualify the trade!
But hear me out ....life is no one Nintendo game ....
Yours and mine a different race
Don't quantify me with your yardstick
I might be late according to you but not yet failed!
I might be down but not out!
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kashaf028
4w
A lament
Swayed by sentiments,
Engrossed with the yearn to earn the coveted,
The heart is never content,
It only laments,
Laying down clause and agreement,
But alas! Cause the prospect itself is perplexed,
In illusion of something which can never be perfect.
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kashaf028
10w
A terrible Father
I never understood you as a father or as a human being,
I hated lies and you always lied to me,
In the paucity of every circumstance,
Your ever old cliche of "I'll manage it",
All I wanted you to speak was reality,
But you could keep up the masquerade to fulfill all our fancies,
I wasn't mature enough to understand the jargons of your world or appreciate your forbearance,
Papa but you should have tried to explain it to me!!
I was scared of your unbridled confidence when the world around us was shattering,
But you could chose to be anything but ordinary!
Your damage more invincible ,
Your loss more irrevocable,
But you could bluff them all with your fake smile!
I hated that you never paid heed to the sage advices,
But what I could not understand was the fact that even if your ways flawed, your intentions were right!
I abhorred that you weren't there when we needed you,
But what I didn't understand that your absence was to fulfill a bigger need,
Mistook your stiff upper lip with indifference,
Your silence is something I decipher now with time!
Yes you were a terrible Father,
Your friends said you were a "Gambler"
And at the end you gambled with your own life!!
I had always wanted to run away from you,
But ironically you ran away from me!
But all these days you prepared me for this ,
So here I stand, a terrible daughter trying to figure out her terrible Father,
But unshackled of any grudge or repent,
As now I will always have you with me!!
I miss you papa
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kashaf028
12w
Scrolling down a poem,
My mind perceived the part of the spectator,
In between those emoticons of like and love,
Everywhere and whenever
applause of awesome and well done,
Lie a few......
Who genuinely go through,
And non publically appraise the mistakes!!
In this fabricated social media page...
It is that critique which illuminates!!
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kashaf028
13w
Teacher's pet and friends saviour,
The striking balance of sincerity and fun,
Punctilious in every project at hand,
And not giving a second thought while helping your friends with the same,
You are the most happy and easy to go with person....
Always keep the Amicable smile that wins all heart ❤️!
Happy Birthday My partner Prema!
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Love
What is Love, she asked herself...
Is love a comfort like blanket in cold,
Or that discomfort you are ready to own!
Is love lying about to bring a smile,
Or letting the loved one realise!
Is love about happiness,
Or is it about sacrifice,
Or is it about being happy even after the sacrifice!!
Should love be unconditional,
Or it should be given back!
Can love be practical,
Or is it about everything that is but sane!
Can we fathom it's depth,
Or it's debt can only be felt!
Is love about letting go ,
Or it's about holding on even when there is no hope!!
I don't know what love is,
And whether I can love,
But one thing is for sure ...
We have all been loved.
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kashaf028
15w
Planes and trains
A colossal lounge,
Magnanimous and sumptuous architecture to gaze on,
And plentitude of food courts to feast upon,
But unlike the railway stations where you dime a dozen,
Certainly it's a bit steep!
The folks either immaculately dressed or absolutely carefree...
But either ways preoccupied with their own identities!
Unlike the trains where you make companions over long journey,
The flight journeys are subsumed with uncustomary silence,
Ironically the clock ticks even slower in the shortest time span,
Not that it's not fun to fly beyond the clouds,
To witness the earth sparkling lights like stars in the evening sky,
But u gonna adore that for once or twice,
And then just shut the windows and doze off until it's time,
Unlike the train journeys where I still fight for the window seat and can spent hours staring the landscapes, people and places passing by,
And catching for the local snacks at stations crossing by!
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kashaf028
18w
Unflagging and unwavering,
Like breathing a daily routine,
Chanting a rhythmic hymn,
High on dreams....
Mortgaging your being,
In pursuit of where u want to be!
Forfeiting the immediate pleasures,
Abandoning every peace,
Leaving yourself unsettled and uneasy.
You might not always be fuelled,
Neither u can always keep up the vitality,
With Every resource limiting,
You have walked miles and there are still miles ..
As you walk in dark full of uncertainty,
But don't you tremor !
For this is a gamble ...
And you are a destitute gambling!
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kashaf028
21w
Like a bolt from blue,
Unforeseen thunder in the clear blue,
Loosing my sense of proportion...
The vehement and incessant shout!
My body shivers as I scowl !
Can you hear me?
As I fail to hear myself out.
More than others, giving myself the ground ,
The outpour and surge of emotion,
Not that it makes me lighter, now that it is out,
But abashed and embarrassed as I drown,
This anger is an unsolicited weed that burgeons out...
Ironically from the very own seed of insecurity I had buried deep underground !
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mann_se_
2w
Read More#perfection #wod #Mirakee
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Heartfelt thanks for the kind repost @writersnetwork💐💐Let’s quit this repulsive rat race
To approach perfection
Let’s saunter at our own pace
By changing our reflection
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nightwriter_i
8w
Read MoreThere's an anguish I have left in each sentence I have written. And the reason is I don't have the power to be kind. I befriended a Psychologist and that's the only good decision I have made this year.
Days are passing by, and I have been silent mostly.
The ideal Kunal.
There are people out there who want to be sexually desired by many to escape the feeling of being unlovable, I ain't one of them. I feel everyone deserves to be loved in one or the other way.
The fear I had is going away, gradually. I am back with people who crave listening to me, who don't go away while I am speaking, and I feel I deserve this, for being the same, don't I?
I am Kunal, I have never made anyone hate their body, I didn't destroy someone's self esteem by cheating and lying to them. I have been a very powerful person throughout my life, trying to help others and implement the changes on myself.
And it's very liberating to know that every problem I faced wasn't my problem. I told someone that I wish I had cheated on them too and it's such a wrong thought. I never even tried to make her feel jealous. I could have but I didn't.
It's very evident that people fall for me because of the way I talk, but believe me I don't use it as a weapon.
I was cheesy, romantic, I sexted, shared sexual memes and replied to sexual memes that came from a single place.
What if I wasn't this guy? Then I am sure half of the girls I would have flirted with would have been from Mirakee itself. But I never did.
Now, there are no excuses for me being an asshole too, I was anxious because I never got what I deserved, I never got the same amount of attention I gave, can you believe it? It's the first time ever, was the person even worth it that I took back to back hits and still demand everything?
The feeling of shame is natural. Your silence on actions gives other the consent.
And Silence is not consent whether in matters of love or sex.
My character isn't weak, it was made weak by throwing circumstances.
You weaken your character by going back to someone who emotionally destroyed you.
Don't ever cross oceans for someone who wouldn't jump in a puddle for you. And it makes sense.
I am better when I speak less, ain't I?
But I have no wish to be a mystery because I can talk about everything and still be a mystery.
My voice is my saviour, it loves to love and it loves to hate.
I can call out anyone on their bullshit, closest of friends, a prima donna or a king because a friend is someone who always wants to see you in a better place not in a shithole of self induced toxic habits.
If your friends let you be, then they aren't better than foes.Note.
I am leaving places, everyday. Greeting doormats and going away.
There's no hinge to put feelings and emotions on hold.
There are some detours we didn't mean to take. Slowly, the faces fade in oblivion.
It's not good to spread your spades and hearts on the blankets of secrecy. You will stop trusting yourself when you'll lose.
I have been a patient listener to many who decided to peek inside this lodge.
I speak well when I don't have multiple layers of sadness and a hidden plea to hold on.
When I speak well, people crave for two more words, and I won't speak well from now onwards.
There is an essence in leaving, there's always a presence you want to avoid, memories of whom won't make you smile at nights.
I love flaws, the ones that spread their wings around your waist and hips, creased skin on your breasts, those notoriously cute pimples on your face and the inner thigh's maze.
I would give small wet pecks on each of them and that's how I love.
But
I don't want to lent my lips anymore, my tongue is unwilling to make love to your body and my voice won't whisper in your ears.
My kiss, my words, my letter
They didn't stop you from walking the extra mile.
Today, I give you back the memories, humdrums of which would still echo and spread around the sky of Park street.
The poems and letters would be disposed off, preventing any permanence.
My kisses and words never mattered.
And now, my existence won't.
The bird has flown.
©nightwriter_i -
You can keep thinking,
of what you are lacking,
and end up into the rabbit hole,
of self-pity.
Or
You can see what you can do,
with what you have now.
Let it take you place,
You have never been before.
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Again
Tell them
It was worth the candle
Even if all the wax must melt
Even if the flame must disappear into the ether
It was worth the candle
Tell them
It was worth the fight
Even through all the blows
Even when we were up against the rope
Dripping sweat from our lips
Dripping grief from our souls
It was worth the fight
Tell them
It was worth it to be here
Although the heartbreak
The Innumberable misunderstandings between minds
Even the through the doubts so heavy
All the dances and journeys they tried to stop
It was worth it to be here
Tell them -
prakriti2005
16w
Dreams
Dreams are made of a pinch of stardust of hopes, a spoonful of goals, umptillions of unsaid thoughts and zillions of tears and joys!
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prakriti2005
12w
माँ
आज जब लिखने बैठी तुम्हारे लिए कविता,
तो माँ, लगा कि शब्द ही खत्म हो गये,
तुम्हारा प्यार, दुलार और तुम्हारी ममता,
कैसे भला चंद शब्दों में बयाँ की जाये...
फ़िर लगा, तुम तो खुद ही एक कविता हो,
अलंकृत सी, एक सुलझी हुई पंक्ति सी,
जिसमें शब्द नहीं, मानो असंख्य मोती हो,
बस यही हो तुम माँ, एक खूबसूरत पहेली सी...
कहाँ ढूंढती ईश्वर को मैं माँ,
जब पता लगा, कि मेरा तो विश्वास ही तुम हो,
मेरी हर आशा तुम हो माँ,
फ़िर मैं रब को खोजूँ, ये भला कैसे हो...
जीवन के हर मोड़ पर,
हर पथरीले मार्ग पर,
माँ, तुम्ही ने हमेशा मार्गदर्शन किया,
कि शब्द भी कम हैं करने को तुम्हारा शुक्रिया...
©prakriti2005 -
daphnae
11w
Read MoreThe winter penetrated into my sleeves, quicker than I could realize. After another seven months, I could watch my grandma on the same chair in the balcony, knitting sweaters. She could knit sweaters, and at the same time recite the poems my grandfather wrote for her. Incomplete they were, she would always forget the concluding lines. "I will end this tomorrow," she would say with the slightest smile, such that I could feel her tears. The next evening, she would start another poem, and I wondered if these poems would ever find an end. The more I listened to her, reciting it with all the love, the more I wanted to listen to the last poem. It was as if she would wake up, to look forward to this particular moment of the day. Since the day my grandfather left, he took away the voice of my grandma. And I too watched the clock more than a hundred times, as if it could bring 5 p.m. anymore closer; just to hear her voice. It feels like a millennium, when the most talkative person in the house grows quiet all of a sudden, and it feels incomplete, as a whole.
From the balcony, one could watch the foliage and the grey buildings and the cars moving along. But poems would always entice me more, more than anything in this world I have ever known. And grandfather's poems were one of the best collections I've ever read, or maybe listened to. But that day, the chair carried the sweater, completed and ready to wear. I ran to her room to find her on the bed. For the first time, I saw her smile after grandfather left. She called me to sit near her and I did. "Your grandfather never wrote me poems. These are the poems I wrote for him, but could never dare to gift him. After he left, his pictures and my poems are all I am left with. Every single memory, I have etched down with the sweetest ending by his name. I am sorry my girl, for I could not recite you the endings. I couldn't reveal the truth, because I never dared. But today, your grandfather is calling me. And I must leave.... I am handing you all the letters, pictures and my poems to you. These are yours now. And always remember, these papers are worth more than thousands of jewels and properties. Thank you for always being there. I love you, my girl." Her tears drenched my hand and it felt warm. I wanted to scream and hold her tight but my hands didn't reciprocate, neither did my lips. And she continued,
//To the stars and beyond,
Will even the cosmos can
Keep you away from me?
Darling, we are humans but
Our love isn't.
It is meant to soar, swim, run.
Behind the shadowy sky,
Across the platonic ocean,
Over the dead, yellow leaves.
It will leave,
And we too will
To a place where infinity
Shall be the beginning
Of our journey.
You just need to wait for me
In the Heavens you belong//
With this, she closed her eyes and I too did. She moved to her binding solace, and I imagined her reciting her never ending poems to her ultimate lover. The love, our generation perhaps has never seen.
©saya__
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@writersnetwork Can't believe!!!!! Thank you for the 6th repost.������Now, she is knitting him sweaters from the wool of her metaphors, rhythmically rhyming over the knots. The sweater would be warm, warmer than any sweater you would ever put on.
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aayesha_jenet
11w
Clear As Day
There is a reason you are acting this way
Between hope and reality line clear as day
Expectation is the one to truly blame for this
Veiled frustration tells me something is amiss
And wish I could plaster my poker face on
A straight face kept like nothing is wrong
The glaring moon matches my expression
Excuses your only confession
Lips laying lies without missing a beat
Teasing with stories that come up incomplete
Pale skin thinly flushed with the slightest pink
Against transparency of what you think
It is hard not to blow up like a bomb
In the chair I sit upon
And brooding underneath this obvious pout
Head is clogged with fear and doubt
I would have to go out on a limb and say
I've used up too many chances to expect more thrown my way
Heavy hearts breaking and pulling apart
Destined to separate from the start.
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aayesha_jenet
11w
My relationship
with you is like that
of the sunflowers
and moon-
always distant
and dying in the absence
of your light.
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witmistress
16w
My quest had to die a peaceful death.
So life took me through all the doors one by one.
Through some,I came across the ghosts of my unknown fears.
Through some,I could feel the blaze of my anguishes from life.
Through some,I heard the melancholic tones of some forgotten desires.
But there was one,which very few chose.
They said,this may well take you through endless agonies and painful ventures..but you will be a happy man when you will finally embrace your sleep..
It was then I knocked on the heaven's door..
©witmistress
