Mirakee
It's 4 am again.
I can hear the guard dogs of our neighbouring house howling away into the void, their voice multiplied each time with the addition of another lone howl.
I feel the same, at times.
I feel like staring into nothingness and screaming my lungs out.
I wonder what I would loathe more-
The echo or the answer.
It's 4 am again.
The trains in the next town's station are whistling away into silence: shaking the ground with their firm sounds at first, only to die out into dead quiet.
How wonderful it would be to go out with such a bang. To let the world know, "Yes, I was here, I survived," only to be muffled by the weight of the darkest hour.
It's 4 am right now.
My ears are ricocheting between the ticking of my wall clock and the table clock at the same time.
Funny thing is, the wall clock ran out of battery a while ago. The hand of the hour and the hand of the minute stay stuck in place, but the seconds still soundly pass, reminding me everytime of moments I've let slip away.
I bought new batteries two days ago. I never put them in. I think I'd rather let it stay this way.
It's 4 am again and I'm writing my thoughts down in the most haphazard way possible.
Somedays you're the wall in front of which I shout until my throat burns dry and my ears bleed, and yet there's now echo, no answer.
Somedays you're the train that waltzed in with a deafening noise, as if to let everyone in earshot know that you were here. Once you left, you left the station barren. And now I am standing with a ticket that is invalid, for a train that might never arrive again.
Somedays you're the grandfather clock on my wall: each swing of your tongue a gentle reminder of passing seconds gone in vain but stuck in a time frame that never really changes. The memories stayed in place like two of those hands. But the ticking always reminds me of the moments that will no longer have a place in those.
It's 4 am again.
I'm just writing my thoughts down with stupid comparisons that make zero sense.
I wonder if you could tell if you ever came across my writing.
Would you be angry that I am still holding onto you: blaming you, but kissing you, and aimlessly waiting for you all the same?
Or would you just close the book you had once opened with such enthusiasm, and go on with your life, leaving the story stuck in the last chapter you left on read?
©lunamystic_seraph
lunamystic_seraph
Another night, another dotted line, I sign my heart away to you; some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art
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The corners of my eyes moisten
With the perked up ends of my lips
None of my memories account for this feeling
I can not feel this warmth in the ashes you left
Yet my fingers glide effortlessly
As my blood turns to ink
I am not crying. I am not broken
A part of me shattered like broken trust
And dead promises keep me awake at night
But in this moment, I am alive.
I am warm.
I am healing.
And I write - my only medicine for a disease I can't name,
A hurt I can't pinpoint,
A scar I can't see.
But I smile, and I let the bliss take over
My wet cheeks carry not trails of sorrow
There is happiness in being alone
With just the quill, the paper, and myself,
Without you,
But not feeling feeling lonely.
I do not feel lonely.
Not anymore.
©lunamystic_seraph -
Is there another life?
Shall I awake and find all this a dream?
There must be, we cannot be created for this kind of suffering. -
The cards that we have been dealt:
An inevitable loss
From the very start, and yet
We both choose to play.
♠️©lunamystic_seraph♦️ -
lunamystic_seraph
12w
Read MoreAnd isn't it beautiful, the way we break?
As our eyes turn to waterfalls
And our cheeks become riverbeds,
Caressing the salty streams
As our lips quiver with silent questions
For promises unkept and
Decisions gone unpalatably wrong
And our feet give in to the
Forces of nature, and we sink
To the embrace of the cold, hard ground
And we propel ourselves up
With shaky hands, and fingers pale and
Bruised from holding on a
Little too long to the ones who
Were but ghosts
Now living in the shadows of a
Forever that didn't last.
We stare up at the moonstruck welkin, searching
Beyond the soon-to-be heavenly graveyard, and the
Dying twinkle of distant stars,
For a reason to piece ourselves
Back together.
And surprisingly, eventually, we do.
Isn't that beautiful.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay #poetrywednesday #random @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbayWe stare up at the moonstruck welkin, searching
Beyond the soon-to-be heavenly graveyard, and the
Dying twinkle of distant stars,
For a reason to piece ourselves
Back together.
And surprisingly, eventually, we do.
Isn't that beautiful.
©lunamystic_seraph -
Turns out love
Wasn't able to save us
Both after all.
©lunamystic_seraph -
It is always harder to be
the one waiting when
you can never be sure
if they're coming back or not.
©lunamystic_seraph -
At the end of the day, maybe a pair of arms is the home where we really belong.
©lunamystic_seraph -
lunamystic_seraph
16w
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There have been such amazing prompts lately but I'll be honest, the last few posts have been kinda meh and it's cause I'm not really confident with what I came up with? I see all these amazing write-ups and then I look at my own and I'm like… "Nope. Definitely not putting that up on the app."
It's not really writer's block, but more like I'm not satisfied enough with what I've been writing.
Hope that meant something.
P.s. here's a writing meme cause why not.
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"All we have to fear is fear itself."
- Roosevelt
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mirakee
12w
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#writingcontest #creativearenaWrite a letter to your current self from your other half living in a parallel universe.
Are we the only universe out there? One of the most exciting possibilities of all is that there could be other universes besides our own.
And there may be another 'You'! An entirely different version of you, living in parallel or alternate universe; a hypothetical self-contained plane of existence, co-existing with our own. -
mirakee
13w
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#writingcontest #creativearenaDefine happiness in your own words.
Happiness is a simple word with a wide definition. In this monotonous life we all seek happiness, whether it is in the form of a smile on the face of dear ones or sitting on a bench in the autumn with cold breeze playing with the hair, or simply eating delicious food.
What is happiness for you? -
clockwork_mnemosyne
14w
Read MoreExplanation in the comments.
The Title reads Lalit. Lalit here is Raag Lalit, a raag often played in the pujo pandals due to its close links to the Goddess. The four pieces here are set at dawn. And Raag lalit is also played at that time. Hence, the title.
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The swift nimbus clouds slow down---a motif of light trembles, a spate of golden adrift on the louring panes, downy mango leaves cutting through and fluttering like a fly in a spider's web. A needle cuts through, spry fingers glue sequins---a precarious half- birth, a death march sighing in shuffled footsteps---a thread slips in, tying together pieces of everything cluttered; an artful anatomy of slits of cork singe the pupils of the 'malakar' and the east wind sifts through to touch upon the atrophied feet. The malakar sighs yet again; art is an artist's deathbed. He can hardly read or comprehend anything, sinking into a waterhole of an adumbration of life, a survival in the maws of absence---absence of countless things --- a bed, a grain, a drop. Every day as he sinks deeper, he snags onto buoyancy---a craft that was his only inheritance. As he spools the remaining thread on the spindle, he measures the length of relevance in fingers---eighteen fingers long.
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The screech of early dawn melts into shadows of the rickshaws and the lanes wind into the semblance of a rotting social structure. A face, half covered by the 'anchal' of a glittery drape, walks in silence, a plastic packet of dirt swaying in glee at the irony of the arrangements. The pink blemishes across her collarbone are tucked away---the nights and early dawns are juxtapositions, dotted lines of squared inches of skin shown are the borders between her quarters and the city. Civilization walks out of her bed every night. Crisp currency winnows out passion from subservience when lettered legs straddle her at night. The 'kotha' never speaks in faint whispers; the bereavement of inconsequence is a loud affair.
The face halts at a stop. The half made curves of the goddess screams sanctity and hope. She hands the packet to the 'kumor' and leaves. For the first time in the year, she whispers a prayer.
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The resounding sound of traffic challenges the arpeggio of rambunctious octaves. The ' dhaki' slams the dhak with all his might and a melee of kids start dancing. This rhapsody marks a festival. The wiry limbs of the dhaki' jerk and sweats trickles from his forehead and spills out, vibrations coursing through an empty stomach. Across the skyline a firecracker bursts and the dhaki looks up. The dhak misses a beat and the dhaki stares at the sky while the others play on. He believes that the polestar that shines on him, shines in the sky of his village too. He believes that there are two skies, two stars. A tear trickles and loses its way in the tributaries of sweat.
At dawn, the dhaki lies on a bed of hay. The sounds of his rumbling stomach keep him awake. For once in his life, he yearns for silence.
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The girl rubs her eyes, oscillating between priorities, a good night's sleep and the radio. With eyes half closed, stretched fingers toy with buttons on the radio.
'Ashwiner sharodoprate beje utheche aloko monjir,...'
The chant pierces the dawn and the girl dozes off, her ears still ringing.
She and countless others sleep into a philosophy. Our pujo is a philosophy, a syncretism wrapped in a celebration of everything, a family that the world is. The pujo is a belief that challenges countless others. In all the opulence and glamour, the ethos, the very idea of this pujo gets tainted by urban design. We break away from the roguish hurdles of conditions to get bound by another. We never dissect the rituals, never question why the festival, with all its idiosyncrasies, is so original. We forget what we ought to remember and remember all we ought to forget. The chants of 'mahisasurmardini' die into the daylight and a revolution fades away in hollow echoes.
And in all this boisterous pantomime, a mother loses her way.
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©clockwork_mnemosyne -
branthan
16w
Read MoreWhat do you mean by Humanity? I have always wondered about the deeply rooted objective truth behind it. From someone who talks about life as a computation in an irreducible universe, people often tell me to speak from the subjective experience side. Without this subjective experience, whatever the reason behind it, the whole physical reality is a futile thermodynamic system slowly moving to an entropic death.
Let's talk about the subjective experience and humanity, and the question is can you define it? I don't think you can in simple terms, because whatever that you come up with becomes a bit biased depends on your perspectives and a lot of social factors. We can define it in terms of human rights that's been agreed upon by nations as a collective set of social rules that ensures the safety of our species as a whole. You can read about it in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Here are the 9 basic human rights,
1. Right to life, liberty, and personal security.
2. Freedom from torture and degrading treatment
3. Right to be considered innocent until proven guilty.
4. Freedom of religion and belief.
5. Right to adequate living standards.
6. Right to free movement in and out of the country.
7. Freedom from discrimination and the right to equality.
8. Freedom of opinion and information.
9. Right to education.
"Humanity is dead" is something that I've been seeing everywhere. Since we are talking about humanity, it is obviously centered around human beings, homo sapiens to be precise. So humanity was better when we were ruthlessly killing each other for food and territory and power?
The idea that our ancestors were peace-loving, nature hugging beings is an absurd delusion and ignorance. We've been destroying nature and destroying each other from the moment we decided to get down from the trees. We are responsible for mass extinctions and genocides throughout human history. So, the idea of humanity is dead is wrong and you can simply look at the history of different civilizations at different times, to see that we are improving as a collective, and the idea of humanity is getting much more refined and acceptable.
This does not mean that we are 100% there, how to get there is a much more complicated discussion we need to have, however uncomfortable it makes you.
Now to the issue that we've been talking about for the last few days. Why does the caste and gender of the victim matter? A lot of debate, people are throwing one word after another at each other on social media, is happening on this very question. On the one side, you've got people who say caste or gender has nothing to do with it, and it happened because "people are terrible". Makes sense, because we are terrible species irrespective of gender. On the other side, you've got people who say this has everything to do with gender and caste.
Before talking about it, let me make one thing clear. It is okay to have different ideologies, just because you have different views than the person next to you does not mean that you should yell at them and tell them that they are stupid (because there are a lot of other reasons to call someone stupid). One thing we often forget when it comes to the fast debates of social media is the fact that, trying to understand someone's perspective is just as important as figuring out the solutions. Cancel culture is not a solution but pure ignorance, and it is not part of liberal ideologies, it falls into the authoritarianism. You are simply labeling someone as bad, without giving them a chance to learn their mistakes and correct them.
To our question, if you are someone that believes caste and gender have nothing to do with this issue, then you are wrong and it is okay. You cannot see that perspective or comprehend it because you are privileged enough to have a life where you never had to face it and you never had the right kinda conversation about the sociocultural evolution and the current social hierarchy, you still have time to learn and understand why your views are flawed.
First, let's make something really clear.
Rape is not a result of a "biological urge" or "natural drives".
"Rape is an act of violence committed from a position of power". It is a socio-cultural malady, that's somehow deeply rooted in our society. If anyone is still explaining it in terms of evolution or biology, they are misinformed or twisting the truth. Even though a lot of human behavior is evolutionary and bounded by the genome, violent acts like hate crimes, rape, slavery, physical and mental abuse come from this socio-cultural hierarchy where one feels superior to the other. Thre are a lot of socio-economic factors too.
You hit your younger brother without a second thought but you don't hit Brock Lesner even if he is knocked out on the floor (If you do, then you are just stupid, see there are a lot of reasons to call someone stupid). So this act of violence happens because you know they won't respond back and you know you can get away with it.
We are already living in a patriarchal society where the culture itself is deeply rooted in this clear divide between men and women and add the obsolete caste system to this, the issues get much more complicated.
This does not mean that there are crimes happening against men or women from the upper caste or children. These are issues that need to be addressed and talked about, but THAT IS NOT WHAT WE ARE DISCUSSING HERE. When your best response to talking about social issues like this is whataboutery, then that creates a lot more problem and don't really solve the existing ones.
Now to people who are going to respond "#notallmen" or "false rape accusations" or "all lives matter". I just want you to take a few moments and think about what you're trying to say. Of course, we know all lives matter, if you cannot comprehend the fact that we are talking about the established patriarchy that is ruining the lives of millions and we are not labeling everyone as bad, then you have different priorities in the way that you understand the reality. And this obsolete system has given you a lot of privilege and you are insecure about losing it.
And the first thought that you had when talking about strict laws and regulations when it comes to rape and other violent crimes, is "there are a lot of false accusations too, you can google the statistics", then you are actually moving away from the problem that we are talking about. If you are more concerned about the false accusations than erasing the patriarchy and hate crimes, then that shows where your priorities are. You are consciously being ignorant of the horror that people face and more concerned about a hypothetical situation where false accusations may happen.
And I can't stress this enough, this is no way downplaying any other social issues that we have right now, those are valid issues that need to be addressed, but not used as an excuse when we are talking about this. You have to educate yourself to understand the difference.
Just because you are born in a country does not mean that you should be proud of it, you should be proud of it only when it does not suck. So, you need to understand pseudo nationalism from patriotism. Politicians will obviously use this sense of fear to get your votes, but that does not solve any issues. When you feel a sense of superiority over other people just because you are born in a specific race or religion or caste, an arbitrary system created by some old men a long time ago, then you are way too deep in your privilege and you are delusional. Obviously, you will feel discomfort when you are stripped down from your "special privileges" and become equal to everyone else.
How to find solutions that work is a really complicated discussion and the one where we all invest our energy. There are a lot of social and economic factors that result in hate crimes. The first and most important thing is to have an educational system that talks about history and philosophy and teaches moral values to children at a very young age.
Accepting the fact that our cultural and religious values contain a lot of obsolete ideologies that divide and dehumanize people, and taking them away from our society and not passing it down to the next generation will help us get into the humanity that we all dream in a much faster way.
As long as there is no system that ensures the safety and equality of the people, then there won't be a better peaceful society. It is our duty to start talking about it and making sure our voices are being heard.
We are a species that is planning to colonize Mars, industrializing the low earth orbits and making asteroid mining a reality. Yet, we have this social and economic inequality that is growing, sea level is rising and it will definitely create more chaos than ever before. And if we are still debating over whether patriarchy exists or not and whether there exists an unfair social system that is making this inequality worse then we are failing as a civilization and it is high time each one of us starts educating ourselves on our social responsibility and awareness.
Yes, issues like this make everyone angry, I was angry too (that's the secret I'm always angry, hey Marvel if you're looking for a new hulk you know where to find me, diversity matters right at least for your marketing) but it is important that we have a productive conversation about these issues without yelling at each other because of our political differences.
The only thing that is holding our civilization is the myths that we create, so it is important that we create them in such a way that it doesn't discriminate people but unite us as one.
@writersnetwork @mirakee.
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mirakee
19w
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Freedom
'Free
from you
your ego
your blaming me
i am a free spirit who has no past:
- Terri Anthony
Tetractys, is a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing. It consists of 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).
Line 1 – 1 syllable
Line 2 – 2 syllables
Line 3 – 3 syllables
Line 4 – 4 syllables
Line 5 – 10 syllables
(A syllable is a single unit of written or spoken word, an unbroken sound used to make up words)
Write a TETRACTYS poem.
Tag with #PoetryWednesday and share.Write a TETRACTYS poem.
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quotes_mirakee
19w
A great artist is always before his time or behind it.
- George Edward Moore
