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✍️Creative Writing Challenge✍️
Theme: List Poem
#mcop_cwc
She caress him,
And kiss him,
And tell him,
How much she miss him.
With arms around his neck
And his legs around her legs,
She expresses her love
As dove coos above.
His tickles make her laugh
And her laugh makes him laugh,
He kiss her back
And hold her tight.
She blushes and smiles
And pray this time doesn't fly
A knock on door woke her up,
Teary eyed,she wish he was alive.
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This too shall pass ��
#pod #mirakee #pain
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phoenicorn
2w
Read More4 Jan' XX
22:38
You can make me cry, can make me wither.
I may get on knees but I’m tough to own.
I can be a silhouette of pain
but I know all the hide alleys that opens in dark.
These days may not be getting over
and Sun is soaked out of shine.
But baby, I know how to sow seeds
and how to grow light.
“I’m my Own Sun”
© Hira Khan
#pod #sun #mirakee.
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ray_avence_
2w
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hafeezhmha
4w
Read MoreI shunned your love
letters at the seashore
which will soon perish
and solvate just like my
fragile footprints fading
away with the tidal flow
and love will never knock
our door, because i will
never see you again
I read stories of your
devilry sorcery and
how you fostered
catastrophe among
the stars and how the
lucent dawn was turned
into a nightmarish dusk
In the evening, you sit on
the tombstone holding
the embers of all the
corpses that you have
devoured. At midnight
you revel and feast on
the souls and fears of
your muggins
Behold the segments
of ruthless pain for in
them lay the blaze of
havoc which will
pulverize your dark
sorority of deceit
and insanity
©hafeezhmha
@writersnetwork @mirakee.
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noor__jamali
10w
Read MoreGirl and The Dilemmas of life
Story (part 1)
A cute girl was watching the mesmerising world through her windows. "None thinks about how life goes through different twists and turns. Yesterday she was playing with a doll and today she is grown up in just a blink of an eye"
She monologued herself.
Her mother called her down "Shafaq, do come and have your lunch"
"yes I am coming" replied Shafaq.
Yes, the tiny girl who once played with the doll is Shafaq.
She descended from the stairs and moved towards the dining table in the dining hall.
"What were you watching out there?" Mother questioned.
"Nothing," said Shafaq
Upon a lot of insisting from her mother, Shafaq said "nothing but watching the beautiful birds singing melodiously".
A man named Ahmed with long beard entered the dining hall.
He is none but Shafaq's father.
As usual, he was strict and dominant and hence people around were silent.
"How are your studies going on Shafaq?" questioned Ahmed.
"Yes, it's good and we do have a new tutor to teach psychology," replied Shafaq.
"And baba the van driver was asking for the fee" continued Shafaq.
"Yes, I've spoken and have given the rent. And I am going to change your college van," said Shafaq's father, Ahmed.
Shafaq with a helpless tone said, "No baba! I don't want to change. It's good and all my friends are in it".
Heedless Ahmed carried on with his meals.
"pass the pirki Fathima," said Ahmed to his wife.
Just in a while, he shouted, "Where is the Korno bought by Shoaib?"
Kono is nothing but Balochi bread made on stones and Shoaib was the servant.
He went on shouting angrily.
"Do I have to tell you everything? Don't you know how to serve meals for your husband?"
And this was a never-ending situation.
Shafaq was a girl who was suffering from somnambulism.
Every night she gets on her bed and in the dawn, she finds herself at the mountains at a distance from her house.
At that night, looking at her parent's fight; she became hopeless again and slept sobbing under her blanket.
Her nightmares were even worst as she saw her father killing her mother and she is witnessing all these through a tiny hole in the door standing helpless.
Though it was a dream, it stopped her breath away for a moment.
While sleeping she stepped out from the bed and started walking then crossing of her room and descending from the stairs she entered into the street. slowly moving towards the end of the street suddenly she heard a sound from the bushes and she stopped.
©noor__jamali.
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phoenicornn
14w
Read More11 Oct' 2020
20:00
�� "THE STAGE with HIRA KHAN" ��
Marhaba! ♥️
This is your MC, Hira welcoming you warmly for the Last Episode of this season.
Thank you for being with us in this week long journey of #TSWHK and reverting our passion with your love.
LAST EPISODE :
In our #WallOfFame post #Starring, we asked you if you've any questions to ask @cosines . As promised we're here with your answers and our EPILOGUE.
*smiles fondly*
EPILOGUE:
In these social distancing times, THE STAGE's idea was to spread warmth, positivity, sense of community comfort and interaction.
This journey of a week is a journey I will wish to walk again. It was no easy task. Nights of sleep deprivation- writing, illustrating, compiling, editing but bouts of creativity and passion to present this grandly to you kept me going.
Thank you for being with 'The Stage', you waiting for exact 8pm and adorning our comment section will be with us for a very long time.
To this great audience,
* throws a tulip �� in the air *
Next day: MIRAKEE TIMES page 3 publishes GROUP PHOTO of "THE STAGE" AUDITORIUM, Main headline reads, "Picture abhi baqi hai, mere dost!"
reading some anecdotes from article,
When asked @say_me_krish is looking lost in group photo. He said, he's wondering what he'll do @8pm from now on.
@chirps she has been questioned at customs for her exit card doesn't match her entry card ( @sangfroid_soul ). On interrogation she revealed she even managed to take snacks in break time using her another @ocean_ card. *Ah!* (Is she some big firm's undercover agent searching for talent like me?) ��
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A Big chunk thank you to RUCHITA, @the_procrastinating_poet and my self recruited Manager for helping from behind the curtains.
Comment down below your favourite memory of THE STAGE.
ma‘a as-salaama (goodbye) ila-liqaa‘ (until we meet again)
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#TheStageWithHiraKhan #OctoberSpecials #mirakeeREADERS' ASKED
sangfroid soul
Q: When did she realise she loved physics and chemistry? (Which is evident from her writings) and what would be her suggestions and advices to writers out there?
Vandita: I had chemistry till my 12th. Maths, Physics are still there. And ever since I studied them, I had always been interested. Here, It's been a year and some months to me. I started writing after 12th, before that I never thought I would write. Even I had no idea about these kind of apps. Once a friend recommended me Mirakee and YQ. And then whatever I knew or I could, I started writing from that, including science and literature.
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the procrastinating poet
Q: Why do you love sunsets so much, and what do they mean to you?
Vandita: I clicked those sunset pictures randomly and Okay I love sunset, also Everyone do. No particular reason, I just feel fresh during morning and evening. Midday seems lazy to me & so I love sunset. For me, That timeframe of evening is the best to write , to study.
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bushra tasneem
Q: What is exactly your forte w.r.t. writing? I am asking this because you write in each language so so well, be it Hindi, English or Urdu. That's commendable.
Vandita: Goodness of my readers that they like whatever I write. I mean Yes, there are many awesome writers but we don't read them, or we can't. 'cause It's not possible to read all of them. So I'm thankful to my readers. I write Hindi, English because I know these languages. Also I really love Urdu and its words so I give my little try towards it. Also people are inspiration, They write so well. I'm just learning from them. Generally, In short and simple way. The best thing is read and learn.
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thewordplayer
Q: If you are to choose between math or literature, which will you choose?
Vandita: For my career, I'll go for Maths.
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pearl pari
Q: What's your inspiration?
Vandita: There is no single person. So all those people are inspiration to me, I learn something a little or more from.
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maleficent
Q: You want to pursue writing or just keep it as a hobby?
Vandita: Heheh, I want to pursue this hobby, but let's see!
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piyul dwivedi
Q: Which language did she began writing with and her favourite language to write in (if any)?
Vandita: I started my writing with English. But mostly I love to write something in ' HINDI ' as I want to learn more of it.
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serein
Q: How do you maintain your consistency and would you choose being a poet as your career?
Vandita: I can just TRY to be regular. Things which are more important, I try to complete them first. & It depends on the time. Well I would love, but I won't choose being a poet for my career, as I know I won't always be able to do it and the main thing is everyone has their own aim.
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say_me_krish
Q: What were your toughest times in the journey of life? How did you overcome that?
Vandita: I have lived much of my life with my parents so well. Everyone has ups and downs in life. We try our best to balance things & We do whatever we can. My parents, friends have always been with me. And so nothing has been more toughest in the journey till now. Okay We should know how to handle things alone, and so if any such phase. If there will ever come such a difficult period in my life, i will try my best to handle all. And the thing ' how will I handle them " will depend upon that particular situation and time.
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acrystalgirl
Q: which is your favourite flower and why it is your favourite?
Vandita: There are many things in our favourite list, but I'm choosing maroon rose randomly, as a child I used to paste its petals over my nails.
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MC: Lastly, How was your experience of The Stage and was I comfortable as a MC?
Vandita: This talk went so good, even for the first time, we talked, and also my experience, I didn't feel any inconvenience at any point. I just said whatever came in my mind and got a kind soul , a friend.
And You did Your best to got my points. I'm thankful to this so Creative and honest Person. Experience of "the stage" was so comfortable like You. Thank you so much. Stay blessed You pretty soul !
MC * squishes *
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courtesy: The Stage with Hira Khan
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shivraj_singh
15w
Read Moreलगाव, मोहब्बत, यकीन इत्यादि.. सब बाद की बातें हैं!
रिश्ते तो सब से पहले, वक़्त के मोहताज होते हैं...
©shivraj_singh
#urdu #hindi #urduwriters #hindiwriters #poem #poetry #punjab #india #pakistanلگاؤ، محبت، یقین اتیادی.. سب بعد کی باتیں ہیں!
رشتے تو سب سے پہلے، وقت کے محتاج ہوتے ہیں...
©shivraj_singh -
aaditya
15w
the days i screamed loudest in my head were days i didn't even make a sound.
©aaditya -
shivraj_singh
15w
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حقیقت کا ہر افسانہ بھی مانو، لگتا ہے کِسی خواب جیسا،
جبسے دیکھا ہے اُنکی آنکھوں کو، جِنمیں نشہ ہے کُچھ شراب جیسا...
اِس عقیدت سے اُنکے عشقَ میں، اُنہیں مان خُدا عبادت کرتا ہوں،
کہ اُنکا دیا ہوا ہر کانٹا بھی، لگتا ہے مُجھے گُلاب جیسا...
اُنکے دل میں کُچھ ہے! زُبان پہ کُچھ ہے! پھر بھی نہ جانے کیوں؟
زمانے کو مجاز لگتا ہے اُنکا، کھلی کسی کتاب جیسا...
اُنکا من تو خیر ایک طرف! چہرا بھی پڈھوں، تو آخر کیسے؟
اُنکے چہرے کی جگہ پہ چہرا نہیں! لگا ہے کُچھ نقاب جیسا...
©shivraj_singh
#urdu #hindi #urduwriters #hindiwriters #poem #poetry #punjab #pakistan #indiaहक़ीक़त का हर अफ़साना भी मानो, लगता है किसी ख़्वाब जैसा,
जबसे देखा है उनकी आँखों को, जिनमें नशा है कुछ शराब जैसा...
इस अक़ीदत से उनके इश्क में, उन्हें मान ख़ुदा इबादत करता हूँ!
कि उनका दिया हुआ हर काँटा भी, लगता है मुझे गुलाब जैसा...
उन के दिल में कुछ है! ज़ुबाँ पे कुछ है! फिर भी ना जाने क्यों?
ज़माने को मिजाज़ लगता है उनका, खुली किसी किताब जैसा...
उनका मन तो खैर एक तरफ़! चेहरा भी पढूँ, तो आख़िर कैसे?
उनके चेहरे की जगह पे चेहरा नहीं, लगा है कुछ नकाब जैसा...
©shivraj_singh -
writersbay
15w
Read MoreWrite a poem about 'beginnings' or 'endings'. You can write on either one of them, or mix them up.
Tag and share with #baec
Some examples:
some of the best beginnings are born in broken hearted endings. love is like that, you know? it turns houses into homes and eyes that notice the gold in hearts more so than in pockets.
-JmStorm
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So, I lose my eyes to old ends and open my heart to new beginnings.
-Nick Frederickson.
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pranat03
16w
her eyes are the
colour of the hope
spring desires
in the winter.
©pranat03
