Mirakee
"Life of this world is but
goods and chattels of deception
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mirakee_baba
9w
Read MoreEvery soul shall have a taste of death: And only on the Day of Judgment shall you be paid your full recompense. Only he who is saved far from the Fire and admitted to the Garden will have attained the object (of Life): For the life of this world is but goods and chattels of deception
Aal-i- imran
Verse : 185 -
If your heart
is made distant
from Allah
because of
something
that happened
to you
that is a
punishment
And if your heart
became closer
to Allah
as a result of
something
that happened
to you
it was the
biggest blessing. -
People are happy celebrating new year
May be they don't even know
They are a year closer to death
©ahmad_ridwan -
mirakee_baba
9w
NEW YEAR
Seek forgiveness
Don't repeat same mistakes
Restart your life
©ahmad_ridwan -
mirakee_baba
10w
Moon
can never
be as bright
as sun, sun can
never shine during
the night, so dont try
to be that what you are not.
whatever you are, you are you.
©ahmad_ridwan -
mirakee_baba
10w
It is better for a man to be stabbed in his head with iron rods than for him to touch a women who is not permissible for him
Prophet Muhammad ﷺ -
mirakee_baba
10w
Some people are sleeping of negligence
They will wake up only when they die
And then they'll regret, bite their hands and cry
©ahmad_ridwan -
mirakee_baba
10w
Faisla Tu kare ya me karun faisla mukhtasar to ho
Ho zaroorat meri ya zaroori ho tum faslay kam to ho
©ahmad_ridwan -
was so insecure
else I would have
let her know
my feelings,
I obscure
like gray clouds
obscure sun and
i lost her..
alas my first love
©ahmad_ridwan -
mirakee_baba
11w
Allah (swt) could have had us say
Subhan Allah once
Alhamdulillah once
Why the repetition ❓
Why so many rak'ahs ❓
Why 5 times a day ❓
Because Allah is teaching us that
Change and growth happen through
Persistence, repetition and through preservance
So we can't be a people who just give up
Because it didn't work
Oh we already tried that, it didn't work
We have to be a people of endurance
This isn't a sprint
It is definitely a marathon
©ahmad_ridwan
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diabolic_sugar
1d
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I just love watching those water droplets falling down with their own specific rhythm and melody creating a mellifluous song that make a way to my heart..
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Look,
how those tiny glistening water droplets that cascade down silently yet swiftly from the above get mingled and mixed with everything on the ground and the fact that it perfectly reminds of me of all of my past days which were the enthralling mixture of good, bad, embarassing and proud moments makes me feel all nostalgic again...
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Look,
how those little crystals never tend to cease falling down , how those stubborn miniature things never stop no matter what the situation seems to be. They fall when I'm too overwhelmed with the happy emotions, they also fall when I cry hysterically , they fall when I'm utterly disappointed in myself and finally they fall when I fall...
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Look,
how those mini droplets get entangled in my eye ducts flowing pleasantly on my skin as if devoting their lives, as if giving their all to me by bestowing their authentic charm in order to make me wondrously shine as bright as them. They slide on my skin but I feel them in each of my veins, in each of my nerves. They make my vision blur but somehow wash away the accumulated dreary emotions thus, clearing my heart once again....
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Look,
how those glimmering minor droplets never mind dropping themselves at the core even though they are very well aware of being brutally separated from their beloved ones. How they are so broken from inside but without cursing their fate they assure each other that they will again meet some next time. Aaah ! It exactly reminds me of my Mom who inspite of so many obstacles that tear her apart assures me and believes in me even if the whole damn world is against us..
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Look,
how those shimmering water droplets that are so tiny yet so stubborn, broken yet strong, elegant yet so immovably optimistic fall, fall hard making me more tenacious and more imperishable than my deceitful monsters that linger in my head. How they make me realise that ‘broken’ is the term for the ‘unbreakable’ ones because they aren't afraid a bit to break again...
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Look ,
how all this time you thought that it's just a simple life process when it actually teaches you the complexities of life and just look , how all this time you thought that I was talking about the rain when I was actually describing my tears...!
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--@diabolic_sugar
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someone_you_know
22w
Read More//Mistakes result in failure
Failure gives us a lesson
Lesson gives us experience
Experience gives us wisdom
Wisdom gives us a strong character //
Everything gives us something!
//Enemies give us hatred
Hatred gives us a reason to do better
Doing better gives us better results
Better results give us a better future
Better future gives us a better life //
Everything gives us something!
//Betrayal breaks us down in pieces
Breaking down makes us lonely
Loneliness makes us befriend ourself
Befriending ownself makes us love ourself
Self love makes us stronger//
Everything gives us something!
//Light gives us shadow
Shadow gives us darkness
Darkness gives us fear
Fear gives us emotions
Emotions make us humans //
Everything gives us something!
©someone_you_know
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ansarisofia
6w
Read More#urdushayeri
"Nazar Nazar ki baat hai
Kisi ko zehar lagte hai
Kisi ko shehar lagte hai "
"Ye to nazarye ka kamal hai jo,
Rote hue bhi khush dikhte hai "©ansarisofia
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someone_alive
6w
Read MoreToo long. U can also only read ur favourite month and skip rest :)
@u_star here's ur tag <3
@marmoris no temp! Thank you so much��
#pod #wnisalive #sequinsequences
@writersnetwork thanks a lot for everything. Corrections, suggestions, and at last, the 5th repost! Means a lot��A Writer's Year
January~
Beginning from where the numbness and cold falls a bit from it's highest notch to coziness— A fine shimmering night when the silky sapphire moonlight beams and stars bestow clear scintillas of shine to ocean water. Wisps of freezing winds make tranquil chaos. I trap the shivery musings from around in my heart, watching still trees with arms spread in the bleak sky. These musings are then exhaled in my diary pages, coherent with little of mist, and trust me, the warmth wafts around as I pen my words. I consider it as a writer's way of exhaling numbness away.
~February~
The sole winter month for a stroll is here, when the fog sits aside and lucidity eventually touches Mother Nature. I walk around wrapped up in a warm muffler and a cap. The cold sighs now melt as the gloom of Nature gets away. Trees finally bowing as their stiffness is moving. Seems as wind whispers them secrets which I overhear, and then apprise my diaries too. They tell the health of nature, as it's recovery ambles, and trees keep releasing the coldness with relief.
~March~
Melancholy paving it's way to next year, finally drifts away with winter. Blissful air has replaced freezing winds scattering laments allwhere. The freshness blossoms again and Mother Earth dances with ladybugs, beetles and butterflies. Nature splashes it's all colours and moods in the sky and brings lores and fantasies in reality. As the environment gleams with happiness, flowers show in my pages too. They sway like all hues of the world are bulged in one binding.
~April~
Cherry Blossoms are filling the open sky. A clear weather slightly tilted to summer. Days have aged night slumbers lately. Smooth zephyrs blow, but April showers are too on their ways making the surroundings a pleasant musing. The chilling words and phrases content the thirst of empty diaries like the showers cool down the slight of summer. And April too is then comparable with my secret pages.
~May~
Days have began to wake up early and dark sleeps a lot these days. Nature craves to paint yellow in the skies and send the blackness away with chills. Yet the pleasant fresh springtime is still healing the numbness of winters... It will still cost a month to make the feelings yellow. I plant some irises on my barren page, collecting the weather from around. Irises holding depth of hues and moods in petals, which when wither, fall on my pages.
~June~
Shades of yellow now spread across the clear skies, aubades are sung early by birds. Dawns touch the dullness before time. And jolly summer is now scattering fun and cheerful colours— Orange tinges piercing through Yellow. The blushing Sun, melts late in the coves and hours of dusks decrease. My mood has swung to happy rhymes which I cage in diaries. When released in winters, smell as summer warm zephyrs.
~July~
Raging monsoon after burning summer arrives. Light showers of Mother drench the Earth with daubs of summer hues. The Sun blazes from behind the clouds which thunder, like Nature hollering miseries to Earth. And a beautiful rainbow after shrieks and a little warmth blossoms in the sky. I catch the vibgyor to bestrew the seven sheets of rainbow and paint my diaries with paradox of light drops trapped in sunshine.
~August~
The Summer is now to pass away with it's last month, which will reborn, after euphoria will again strike Nature's Heart and darkness will be small, as warmth cannot bear numbness of their Mother, and watch her suffer with stiffness and stillness. Rain and anguish of Nature thrives and Earth is drenched more in blue tears. As the happiness is bidding an adieu till the next year, I weave eulogies with beads of words mourning for warm vibes, echoing in pages bound in hard cover.
~September~
The sky turns blue muffled with dark clouds which groan at the ground and burst out with tears. The mellow yellowness has bled as Mother breathes the blue agony. The falling raindrops sing gloomy ditties and folks enjoy it's petrichors. The brevity of my poems becomes blurry and hazy as the Mother Earth's heart does, and I write vague quotes to hold the broken pieces of Nature.
~October~
Fall has started to show more than before. Mother's ringlets of calm zephyrs tangle in braids with leaves and their rustling echoes. Reminiscence of tears have risen and season of writers is here. Autumn, the smell of memories wafts in the Nature with bit of stiffness, a little Winter fog with Autumn is here. My diary sniffs that aroma of memories and secures it secretly in cage of pages, with a little sadness and bass of winds.
~November~
After tears of Nature had frozen, the laments are getting dense day by day, month by month. The zephyrs have tangled stronger and now robust and brisk winds blow, and coldness of sighs is allwhere. Maples and Hickories fall with contemporary moves and shivers of winter. I take these Autumn leaves as a souvenir of Autumn and gift it to my diaries, with cold epitaphs of fallen leaves. Leaves which now serve as a bookmark.
~December~
Raw December bestows hoar frosts of stillness, to leaves which were viridescent, but now living in ados as the Nature does. And as the Sun with it's light mosey under the crown of dusk, dreariness of darkness rules for hours. I sit in quilts with metaphors beside, when "Frost" is the only Warmth, with my saved one of summer. My pen scribbles stiffness of outside, stuffed with snow flowers and flakes. And I don't wait till the Mother's heart thaws from cold moon to scorching Sun again, for the embers of December have their own sole warmth.
A Writer breathes every moment and his musings for around don't age. We know, our Mother's secrets, even though she never apprises, we hath hearkened her heart.
©someone_alive -
My love for him
My love for him i must confess is too great,
when the life-giving day comes, i hope I can bear his pain.
I must confess, no more hiding what I feel,
I love him more with each passing day.
I love how his eyes sparkle with guilty innocence.
©heavenly_pj -
heavenly_pj
7w
Ego 1
Seconds, minutes, hours and days went by without a word.
We had a fight of which I don't know the origin anymore.
My naughtiness and stubbornness might have caused it
Or your silence and sometimes nonchalant behaviour.
We both waited for each other, to reach out first
Neither of us did and the feelings started getting blur
Weeks became months and still no word
The lines got so blur, I could barely differentiate wat i felt from wat i should have felt.
The first few days I felt so hopeless but now all seems normal.
I am forgetting wat it felt like to love you and be loved by you
©heavenly_pj -
Love is moral even without legal marriage, but marriage is immoral without love.
- Ellen Key -
faraz_shakir
17w
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एक दीए को अपने खून से जलाया हमने
जलाने को उसे , खुद को...बुझाया हमने
#arungagat -
syed_bushra
7w
Read MoreDoes Loving Someone really steward your being???����
They Scoff on me...
For my lovelife..
For my Costume..
For my Confab..
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But I apprise you..
Sit beside me "I ll make you feel like a heaven"
P.s: U ll respect me ,I ll respect You
But if You Run prig to me ,I ll run ten folds jackass to you����?❤
