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dr_transplant_soul
41w
Read MoreAᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ. Bᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟғ. Cʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ. Dʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴏғ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱ. Exᴘʟᴏʀᴇ ғᴀᴄᴛ, ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ғᴀɴᴛᴀꜱʏ. Fᴏᴄᴜꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀʀᴇᴇʀ. Gᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ. Hᴏʟᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. Iɴᴠᴇꜱᴛ ɪɴ ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱᴇꜱ, ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱʜᴏᴘꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ. Jᴏɪɴ ᴀ ᴄʀɪᴛɪϙᴜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ. Kᴇᴇᴘ ᴀʙʀᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴏғ ᴘᴜʙʟɪꜱʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ. Lɪᴠᴇ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ. Mᴀᴋᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ. Nᴏᴜʀɪꜱʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ, ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏᴜʟ. Oᴘᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ. Pʀᴇᴘᴀʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇ. Qᴜᴇʀʏ ғɪʀꜱᴛ. Rᴇᴀᴅ, ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅ. Sᴇᴛ ɢᴏᴀʟꜱ. Tʀᴜꜱᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟғ. Uɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴀᴄᴛ ᴏғ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ. Vᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ. Wʀɪᴛᴇ. Wʀɪᴛᴇ. Wʀɪᴛᴇ. X-ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀʟʟ ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ. Yᴏᴅᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴄᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪꜱʜᴍᴇɴᴛ. Zᴏᴏᴍ ɪɴ—ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛꜱ.
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tejaswini_3
43w
Read More~Battles of depression~
Despondency smothered in expanses of her physche,
Concealing her bruises with vizards of pseudo smiles,
A girl, with quixotic ideals fell into the abyss of tyranny and treachery,
Because of her hankerings; they paralyzed her, with phantasms,
She, a chirpy personality, traumatised and incarcerated,
In those lugubrious walls of those white hospital wards,
She occluded the doors, of her room and her sombre, woebegone soul,
With two sullen and swollen eyes, staring at the forever nightfall outside,
Diagnosed she was, but her heart was unexamined,
Pity her, the stethoscope wasn't fit for deciphering her racing heartbeats,
Bottles of antidepression pills given, she was discharged, with,
An advice "A miracle might cure", for her bellowing family members,
*****
After what seemed like an epoch cabalistic,
She, stepped out, a newer and a better version of herself,
Without any scintilla of doubt, without a flicker of pensiveness,
"I won", the words of triumph reverberating everywhere,
"I devastated what was destructing me, I killed those multiple fiendish faces of me,
To sense my pristine countenance, my worth and my prestige,
Extirpated I, those vile lineaments of consternation,
vexation and dismay,
With the dagger which pierced me, made me bleed with tears",
"I realised, I don't need therapies, medicaments
And those bottles with huge labels and names,
All I need is a bit of intrepidity and fortitude,
To see the valueable and precious 'ME' ".....
©tejaswini_3
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©tejaswini_3
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mehak_e_farwa
42w
Read MoreBolo jogi!!!
Wo likhte ho diwaron or
Mehbob AP k qadmon me
Gar
Mehbob k qadmo se
Uth KR Jana ho, to Karo gy Kya?
Koi zaicha khencho gy? Ya
Koi hisar bandho gy?
Koi naqash dhona pare ga Pani me? Ya
Koi dam phonko gy?
Koi taweez jalana ho ga? Ya
Koi chila Kato gy?
Yon karo ye sare hathiyar azmao
Khencho koi zaicha esa k
USS ka Nam mere Dil se nikale
Koi hisar esa
Jo USS hisar ko Tor jae
Koi naqash esa k jis ko dhoen jb Pani me
To Dil se USS ka hr naqash mit jae
Koi dam esa, jis ki phonk
ISS Muhabaat k hr zare ko ura de
Koi taweez , Jo jale to Dil ka hr
Arman khak KR Dale
Koi chila esa
Jo ISS ishq ko ult pher de
Bol jogi!!!
Hy kuch esa???
Jo HY to hm mureed Tere
Warna ye ishq Hy murshid hmara
Mehak-e-Farwa
@mirakee @mirakee_reposterبولو جوگی!
وہ جو لکھتے ہو دیواروں پر
محبوب آپ کے قدموں میں
گر
محبوب کے قدموں سے
اٹھ کر جانا ہو،تو کرو گے کیا؟
کوئی زائچہ کھینچو گے؟یا
کوئی حصار باندھو گے؟
کوئی نقش دھونا پڑے گا پانی میں؟ یا
کوئی دم پھونکو گے؟
کوئی تعویذ جلانا ہو گا؟ یا
کوئی چلہ کاٹو گے؟
یوں کرو یہ سارے ہتھیار آزماؤ
کھینچو کوئی زائچہ ایسا کہ
اس کا نام میرے دل سے نکلے
کوئی حصار ایسا
جواُس حِصار کو توڑ جائے
کوئی نقش ایسا کہ جس کو دھوئیں جب پانی میں
تو دل سے اس کا ہر نقش مٹ جائے
کوئی دم ایسا ، جس کی پھونک
اس محبت کے ہر ذرے کو اڑا دے
کوئی تعویذ جو جلے تو دل کا ہر
ارمان خاک کر ڈالے
کوئی چلہ ایسا
جو اس عشق کو الٹ پھیر دے
بول جوگی!!!
ہے کچھ ایسا؟؟؟
جو ہے تو ہم مرید تیرے
ورنہ یہ عشق ہے مرشد ہمارا
مہکِ فروا
©mehak_e_farwa -
onlywarrior
42w
Ideal v/s Real
In the chase of IDEAL LOVE.
Unknowingly, we loose the REAL ONE.
©onlywarrior -
The Follies of Teenagers
One fine day ,I loved her.
The next day ,I liked her friend
The other day,my friend told She loves me
But the next day, he and she were in love.
The other day,me and her friend fall in love.
The next fine day,we all broke up.
©halfwit_scribbler -
aditiiisingh
41w
Low viscosity in my veins
all I bleed is colours through my skin,
nicht just creamic nude .
Swirling pencil through my mind
fueled with greys .
Crinkled cotton canvas
drenched with palatte of hues ,
moping through brush with splatters of tears .
Abstract made of perfection ,
oozing straight from heart .
Don't girdle around my way
to crash my view .
Amidst earth burnt sienna and reds
he acclaimes green as emeralds
but you ,
be my oceanic blue
while others fading in sky blue .
©aditiiisingh -
winter_moon
41w
Read More#A_little_lesser_than_forever —18 🌸💖🌸💖
I had been trying hard struggling with everything, the loud temple bells, the chanting of women, the aroma of incense sticks and the fresh lilies. And the cycle that wouldn’t move.
I jumped up all of a sudden to find myself under my white blanket.
It had been a dream, I realised.
A sparrow came flying to my window.
And I could hear something break.
I looked up, mother was walking hastily towards me.
The morning chantings coming from the temples, the voices of the bells. And the aroma of the fresh likes, that had fallen on the floor, the broken vase.
My mother held me tightly, running her hand across my hair.
“My darling had a nightmare?”
I was quiet, trying to recall everything.
The sparrow had been chirping.
She had been holding my face, with her rough hand. I could feel the dried wounds of her fingers, that she used to get now and then, while cutting vegetables.
I could smell cinnamon and fresh spices from her.
Mothers always have this beautiful essence in them.
She had always been so loving to me, so caring, and I always wondered why.
Why would someone love you so much.
She used to say, after Rohan had died she had none other than me in the family.
Maybe she couldn’t feel dad too.
And Why would she?
Why would a woman want to fall in love with the man who would beat her in the evening and love her in the morning?
I could see the scars, the fresh ones, on her arm.
I could notice her eyes darkened, and wrinkled.
Her face had those wounds, the marks on her forehead.
She had put her dupatta over her arm, but to me, it wasn’t difficult to know that she had been beaten by dad again.
She didn’t wear those sparkly bangles anymore. No beautiful necklaces around her neck.
Maybe the beautiful bangles would keep piercing into the wounds.
The shimmery border of the grey dupatta had been shining to the winter’s sun- the glitter of the dupatta reflecting to the pinkish painted walls.
To be continued...
Asma_Zargar
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“Why would a woman want to fall in love with the man who would beat her in the evening and love her in the morning?”
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pooja_valmik_
41w
Read MoreLet me share a recipe,
the magic ingredients you need,
to make this world taste better and amazing.
all you need is three things :
confidence, courage and compassion,
which are to be mixed properly
with two tablespoon of determination.
for the colour,
add some hope
and keep the flame of instincts high,
so that the bubbles of passion
remain alive.
stir, stir, stir
and inhale the rising fumes of love
and as what Mahatma Gandhi said,
“be the change you want to see in the world.” ;
gulp it down yourself first
and watch yourself creating wonders.
-Pooja Valmik
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#writersnetwork #writerstolli #pod #tod_wt @writerstolli @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee_reposterA DELICIOUS WORLD.
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inky_spill
41w
Read More#faces #happiness #quotes #life #thoughts #poetry #reality #people #mirakee #mirakee_assistant #mirakee_words #mirakeelove #freedom #mirakee_reposter #writersnetwork #memories #quotes #thoughts #poems #poetry #mirakeelove #writersnetwork #pod #feelings #life #love #past #quotebyme @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakee_reposter
I thought
I was limited
but I found myself
endless in my poetry...
©inky_spill -
wilmaneels
41w
-Death's whisper-
Death sometimes comes as a whisper
But the blow is so devastating
It hits you to the ground
That's okay
Remain on your knees
Let those tears flow
Even when you have no words...
Just know God has got you
He always does even when you are at a lost for words..
You are in my prayers today and for the many days to come Lee
©wilmaneels
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