Mirakee
You're like the song
Of peace in hustled breeze.
An ignited spirit behind
The blue devils.
The chaotic rhythm behind
The violin strings.
The falling rain behind
The oceanic depths.
YOU, just be the shine of riddles
Behind those unseen clarity!
©kuhelika
kuhelika
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Be with a person who reminds you of your bests at your worst times!
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She was the agony,
where he could melt his tears.
She was the symphony,
where he recited his fears.
She wore the smile,
he couldn't find in a 100 mile.
Her heart was as soft as a petal.
Yet when he decided to leave,
she wanted to be as strong as a metal.
The eyes that twinkle hiding a grief!
©kuhelika -
She could be the flowing winds,
To soothe those blowing storms.
She could be the ignited flame,
To melt those rusted irons.
She could be the silent waves,
To hold those unknown depths.
And she could be just a beckoned symphony,
While you still run for forever harmony!
©kuhelika -
A mirror tending to reflect your shine,
Yet you find flaws that are completely fine.
It reminds your curves are alright,
Yet you nurture the mays & might.
It intends to show your positive grooves,
Yet you find differences in how your hands move.
But what if there's no mirror tomorrow?
Alas, no self doubt and no sorrow!
Who says you're not beautiful in unkept hair?
If you're natural you're already fair.
Your colour and your size don't bother.
It's always the inner self you smother.
Stop running to style your skin.
Move as if their hearts you want to win.
The world won't remember your face.
It's always the actions you trace.
©kuhelika -
kuhelika
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Read MoreI know it's very very late. Have written after many days. But yes, I did. Thankyou!❤️
@mirakee @writersnetworkNot a prince in the
galloping horse.
Not like the jewels
that fence me round.
You can just be the marble
in the aesthetic waterflow.
So you stay by me when
everything around flows.
Not the beach type and
not even the mountain type.
Not the fantasies along
with the sour grapes.
You can just be the
purely temple like.
So if I wander around I still
pour my heart in your fist.
©kuhelika -
Imagination is the initiative of prosperity!
©kuhelika -
The paraphernalia of a peaceful life lies in the laughters you hold when everything seems hopping out.
©kuhelika -
In the minds I have crafted losses,
Yet they bloom as ferns and mosses.
But there's no graft without a craft.
In the arena of commoners I need to be rare,
Among the bests I'm still just fair.
But there's no flight without a might.
©kuhelika -
You are the captured butterfly,
easing your flight alone in an empty room.
You are the unperceived artist,
sketching your feathers with passion and dreams.
And the dark room will be unlocked,
Rejuvenating its lost hopes.
©kuhelika
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love_whispererr
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Read Moreमेरा समय तो वहीं पे है ठहरा हुआ
बताऊँ तुम्हें क्या मेरे साथ क्या क्या हुआ...
#deserving #wod #candlescC A N D L E S
I was three
And they decorated the whole room
with lots of balloons and
Some colourful candles were there on a cake
My father ignited those candles
and said me to blow them
but I couldn't blow all of them
and my elder brother helped me
after that they wished me a happy birthday
I smiled and the cake was mouthwatering.
I was four
And my mom took me to the
city church on the Christmas Eve
She brought some candles from a shop
and I saw the church was decorated
like my birthday room
"O Jesus Christ, happy birthday
blow these candles now."
I wished him, mom smiled
I was thinking all those nights
why he didn't blow the candles.
I was nine
And one day my grandfather
turned into a star of the soaring sky
Igniting a candle in front of the photo frame,
my mom said "rest in peace, father"
I was wondering who would blow the candle
Me, mom or Jesus Christ !
where the dreadful death
was gulping the beams of that candle.
And today I entered into the frame of eighteen
I understood the conundrum of candles ;
"it was definitely worth a try to
gain an understanding of candles"
© в ι ∂ у α
(3rd jan' XXI) -
mirakee
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Read MoreThe first silvered-glass mirror was invented by the German chemist Justus von Liebig in 1835. But humans have been using bodies of water or naturally occuring glass as mirrors since prehistoric times.
Tag your posts with: #nomirrorsLet's talk about mirrors today.
These shiny surfaces have such important value in our lives. If from today onwards mirrors were banned, how would it affect your life? Apart from the obvious, why are we so fascinated by mirrors? -
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A story can make u the protagonist of it!
©taekook_maknae -
elusive_me
4w
Read MoreYou think you can carry your burden on your shoulders all along.
My friend you are wrong.
For sometime it's okay to be alone
But when you prolong
You will make yourself prone
to the demons around you.
They will consume and make you hollow
And you will be left emotionless until
death will come and swallow.
#words #feelings #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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mycatharsis
5w
Read MoreI do not seek solitude
Solitude seeks me!
I sit and contemplate,
agonizing it to worse ;
I brood over my attempts in vain
to calm myself and gather it all again.
Alone amidst the crowd
I stand firm and proud;
They say I love my own company,
so I guess it must be true!
My mind stays quite
and speaks the soul,
And sufferings depart
to heal the left wounds apart!
I observe and inspect
the unknowns of my mind;
Those deep dark places
which often help me rewind!
Yes, solitude is bliss
But only if it is chosen;
Otherwise it can
take you to hell and demons.!Solitude Is Bliss!
I do not seek solitude
Solitude seeks me!
©mycatharsis -
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thoughtsprocess
6w
Read More#december #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork
@mirakee @writersnetwork
@writersnetwork Thank you so much for the kind repost ��Dear December,
I know you are feeling
just like an ignored child
Sitting in the corner
Waiting for someone
Craving for love and attention
And everyone is busy
with something
Sometimes I feel that
you are like that guest
who arrives and nobody
has time to welcome
and greet the guest
Let me tell you why I think so
Because when you arrive
everybody is either thinking
about past eleven months
or planning for the coming year
When you come
we are on the threshold of a new year
We are busy with repenting
for our mistakes
We are in a hurry to complete
so many unfinished things
And at the same time
our eyes are filled and full
with dreams and our future plans
which we want to fulfill
in the coming year
Between all this chaos
we never do justice to you
It doesn't mean we don't love you
Or we don't like your arrival
But we are humans
We never live in the present
Either we roam in the narrow
lanes of our past
Or we explore the unknown
world of our future
And you know that
Because every year
you come and witness
all these things
I know that
you also crave for
a warm welcome
and love from all
Trust me
Everyone loves you
It is just a matter of time.
With lots of love
and warm wishes.
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Mumma grows 3 pretty flowers in the backyard. 2 rose and sunflower. She affirms the rose to be her and Dad, while the one across the barrier, the sunflower to be me.
" Alone and strong, I see you as a woman growing despite all ", She says.
I am sunflower with prettiest of petals and honey gazing at the sun pretending to love the little parts of me that fall like autumn leaves on a Monday morning.
On sunday morning I lie nothing but garbage on the very own mud I bloomed.
A tall looking Gardner with shivering cold hands picks parts of me and deposits me in my very own grave that I built in facets while he sings a melody his mother taught.
Cowardly yellow, I grow tall with withered petals and broken heart. While the sun rays fall I do nothing but shy. A little by little I discern to die. Pink, red and white I see the kids admire you by.
But on the days the sun doesn't rise I fail to feel your warmth, I need you more than you think I do.
With wilted lips and parched throat hopelessly I sit inside my star-like floret I built within.
Mamma, I assure you I may not subsist among the best-looking sunflowers in the world but on the days I bloom I'll rise never to fall.
But on the days I fall, I wish you hold me among your petals of admiration amidst the thorns and tell me I'll be a sunflower again until then its okay to be broken and still be beautiful.
©sereiin
