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Where in the only option you
have is to give up because
giving up should not ever be
an option .
© Anmol
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If you become the individual which
you already were because of other
people you will never be the
individual which you always
want to be .
© Anmol -
How to rationalize your thoughts
question that you have to ask
yourself in order to deal with
overthinking
how is it making me feel?
is it making me feel good?
is it beneficial for me?
can I do something about
it?
this is the way I rationalize my
thoughts which really helped me
to deal with overthinking
Thank you so much for reading
© Anmol -
Leave your fear forever
don't carry the baggage of fear
carry the baggage of positivity
and happiness
because fear destroyers your
happiness but happiness will
never destroy anything it will
always make your life better
in all the way possible
© Anmol -
Love yourself right now
If you only think which is making
You feel bad about yourself then
You have to appreciate yourself
Motivate yourself and believe in
Yourself that you are amazing.
So what are you waiting for
appreciate yourself and love
Yourself right now this is the only
Right time to fall in love with yourself.
© Anmol -
If others are saying you something
Which is really hurting you never
Say that to yourself in order to
to be happy with yourself and to
be the best version of yourself.
© Anmol -
Fear is present inside of
our heart and it is absent
outside of us
presence of fear
is the absence of happiness.
© Anmol -
I cried today
I got angry today
I isolated myself today
but then I never gave up
and after some days
I got up and got out today
I learned so many new
things today and now I fell
really happy everyday.
© Anmol -
Let not others ever define you who
You are you don't have to define
yourself to others Who you are
You need to define yourself to you who
You are .
©Anmol -
Don't ever define your definition Of your
happiness because it will Never remain
the same it keeps on Changing forever.
© Anmol
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blyatb
3d
✨The Words On The Wall✨
There do you see it.no, only me. the words appear. they only form to me. the words hide from others. I can't escape. no where is safe.i can't control it.i can only see it. the writing on the walls are always there. You can try and hide but it never leaves. the writing on the walls. oh, the writing on the wall. I claw and claw at my eyes. I scream over and over again. I bash my head in to the wall again and again, till there was nothing left. but I still saw the words. though the blood and tears, they appear.i scream in a horrible screech when they get bolder my hands whent to my head. I teared of layers of skin ,flesh, and bone. one thing that I can still remember are the warm hands on my cold dead body, it never left.
ALL FOR THE WORDS " WE CANT DIE" -
milan_786_
1w
Bcz
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sumana_chakraborty
5w
Read More#pod#infinite#writersnetwork#mirakee@mirakee@writersnetwork
This is simply unbelievable...thank you @mirakee ❤️❤️ thank you @writersnetwork ❤️❤️ for the kind repost.My poetry basked
in roads of bygone
Night sparkled in neon dreams
Of nostalgia, so golden
Colours giggled in swings of fun
Touching azure welkins
and green fields of dazzling dawn
Bubbles of life bursted
with daffodils and effervescence.
My treading since then ,
a jocund ride
when childhood crooned highest high
Dolours of life played hide and seek
Mom scolded but we danced in streets of melodies
Brother and I played in sand dunes
Erranding in tireless feet in rustic tunes.
Now, here I'm
Stranded in crossroads
of infinite mayhem
Love seems like waves of ocean
Rhythm and poetry conflicted with life
Sun sets after every sunrise
Truth reveals even if darkness prevails
Let wisdom flow even if rivers dry
In scorching sun. -
aafiya_21
5w
Read MoreOh wow awesome .. thanks a ton @mirakee for the honour and thanks alot @writersnetwork for the kind repost ...you guys made my day
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#teacup #poem #pod #writersnetwork #teacupdictionary #wodM E T R O P H O B I A
Fear of Poems
Shallow Mind
Caged Heart
Death
Scared to taste the life
©aafiya_21 -
krishnega
7w
Read MoreConsequence of the last post.
#krishwn #krishsmiled #personalfavwrites
#insecurities_insecurities;
Our generation is mostly of people with broken childhood. We had older cousins and neighbours whose standards we were always expected to meet. And somehow, people turned a blind eye to THE PROCESS, THE STRUGGLE and the toll it takes to meet The Standards. We had to be successful to feel loved. We had to settle to feel worthy. The burden was just too much.
But now that we have reached where we want to be, where they wanted us to be, we know how much of pain and growth it took us to get where we are. Our standards cannot be the reason someone feels insecure.
We are people of all ages here at Mirakee. Some of us are looking up to some people who we think have perfect lives. Some of us have people looking up to us. And we all are somewhere, somehow consumed by doubts and insecurities despite how good we do with our lives. And I think it’s important for us to tell each other that it’s absolutely okay to feel the negative emotions we are feeling.
Some of us have completely healed to voice out our insecurities; some of us are still in the storm, but we see the light, we understand and though we can’t speak loud our insecurities, we want to tell others that they’ll be fine.
So can we do our little part, by being transparent about our insecurities? Can we just take off the facade once? I genuinely believe that the person we are on Mirakee, is the person we truly are. This identity is what we chose for ourself. This is who we’d be, if we had it our way. So, can we normalise our anxiety and insecurities, as much as we normalise love, pain and loneliness. Can we write and speak about it without being branded as an attention seeker or a drama queen ? And if someone is an attention seeker or drama queen, can we try to love them through it all, because it’s their way of feeling special around us.
Can we just reassure each other? Because, all that I’ve wanted to hear in the last few months was, “it’s okay to have doubts and insecurities; they don’t mean you are unworthy, they just mean you are human.”
-Krish -
Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it.
- Russell Baker -
sugarwithspice
9w
Read More*They say money doesn’t grow on trees.
I say it does.
I say,
The root is evil,
And the branches greed.*
They say money doesn’t grow on trees;
I say it does.
When eve’s lips first touched the forbidden fruit in the gardens of eden,
I say she tasted money.
I say the human was a broke soul,
and the devil a bank teller.
I say she tasted power, felt greed, lost everything to gain status.
After all, isn’t that what money does to a human.
Doesn’t it embody greed in the rich,
Resentment in the poor
And the struggle of everyone in between?
They say money doesn’t grow on trees.
I say it does.
Anything is money if you sell it well, my mother says
I hope one day my words would promote my thoughts.
*My student textbooks define economics as society's way of managing scarce resources;
I define economics as bunch of human beings scavenging the scarce to reach supreme abundance*
We created a god in the image of ourselves:
A paper.
Something that was blank once,
but when written on
Something catastrophic
At the same time something of use.
A paper,
A human.
We placed it on a pedestal and now gravity is its myth
We gave it worth:
Paper.
Sometimes i wonder what would happen if we burn all the money in the world.
Would we find something of worth in ourselves,
Or will we burn away
Like the ashes of the cotton.
I heard someone say:
*Money is expensive.
Money comes at a cost.
The mind,
The body,
The soul,
from it all
those who sell their souls
never seem to get it back.*
We live in a world where a name grants you respect,
And what you show is the major judge of your character than what you have.
A world where the fortunate sells money for profit,
And where the poor thrives on it for their entertainment.
A world where virtue is an internet trend,
and all money does is make a murderer out of a friend.
Fact:
*The overworked is underpaid;
The underpaid is overstressed,
And the overstressed dies quick
Offering nothing but tears in his wills.*
I say money does grow on trees.
I say it is the fire accelerant in hell for the rich,
And sparks of warmth for the less fortunate.
Bartering and trading:
Paper for worth,
Value for soul,
We scramble,
And God laughs looking down
While we cut down his money trees.
Scattering around in eden
Killing and dying for a little shade.
BUT
If we place value upon ourselves;
If we mine the hidden treaures
when the goal matches the purpose,
A folly wish but maybe then
when we set aside what we have,
and pay attention to what we own.
Perhaps then we may make a difference
We may find a gem:
Worth.
When that day comes we’ll all be something of value:
Bills on leaves.
They say money doesn’t grow on trees.
I say it does.
I say,
Let the roots be the womb,
And the branches wisdom.
©sugarwithspice.
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Love is a tyrant sparing none.
- Pierre Corneille -
redolent_smile
9w
Read MoreI sit on the viridescent grass
under the sky at night,
Illuminate just a little
By the constellations of stars
That I've deciphered
Onto the black canvas
That had held before
Tinges of black and blue only.
I've always craved to daub the sky,
With those colours that my heart
Chooses to bleed.
But all I could save was
Gyrates of silver, drops of pearl white
And shades of celestial blue.
I spun the star string
With uttermost elegance and delicacy
Fearing the chagrin of Athena.
As had Arachne,
Her shouts and terror played before my eyes,
But slowly they faded away.
Eclipsed by beauty,
I concocted my own essence.
My perishable hands failed to darn
The fabric of celestial bodies but
"We are celestial beings.",
Someone once told me this .
So I allowed my own stardust
Flow into it with ease.
Paradigm I wove
With softness that's not mine
And sprinkled into them life
With what was left of my whole.
Once I was done with it,
I wrapped the angelic veil,
Beaded with the string of Orion
Onto the black space of the cosmic sky.
And the universe discerned art
Oozing out of my veins.
But no single homosapien spared a glance.
Not a single praise tickled my ears
And the sonorous silence clawed at my heart.
But I wouldn't let that be.
The euphony my soul warbled
Cuddled deep in the milky way of my creation.
Too messy to make out
If all I did was disburse random symphonies.
Or my messed up tiny heart
Had pondered for aeons
To present the orchestra my eyes saw unfold.
But none of them mattered
Because the universe of my creation
Was silent no more.
- Sadrita
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Perhaps the last post of 2k20
Happy new year in advance to all of you ❤
@barasiya__ @the_poetic_soul you guys are the best thing that happened to me this year. Thankyou ❤
@love_whispererr @_sleepyhead_ you both are my favourite ❤
@someone_alive I feel so special when you specially tag me in your poems ��
Edit 1: @the_frozenn_heart I'm so happy to see you here again ��❤ welcome back!!!
Edit 2: @writersnetwork @mirakee someone pinch me please! ��❤ this can't be true. I'm so happy. So much!
Thankyou. You just made my last post of this year so special( my first pod and sixth wn repost ��)
Edit 3 : @the_poetic_soul can't thank you enough. ��❤ you were the one who compelled me to post this. You're the best ��
#sadri_writes #dulcetdecember #bluethemeofsadri"We are celestial beings.",
Someone once told me this .
So I allowed my own stardust
Flow into it with ease.
•Sadrita -
branthan
10w
Read MoreI wish I could write a poem.
one where words fall into a rhyme
to take your breath away.
it may not make sense to many
but I know you would understand.
like a starry night
I've been told that people are like poems.
I can write a letter then another
and a few more to a word
to a line to some metaphors
but I wonder if it ever
will look like you.
perhaps you aren't a poem that
fit so well on some white sheet
for a stranger to read.
you are stories of countless lives
that feels like one, the stories
wind carries on December nights.
aren't we all are some
mistakes that need some correction?
moving a little forward to
catch a little breath.
I cannot tell how many stars
have been died since
the last time I wrote to you
it looks so different
but you would understand.
do you ever miss the stars that
aren't there anymore,
or does it scares you that they
don't care about what you write about?
maybe people aren't poems,
but stars that
you write about from afar
you only miss the ones that
you write about.
maybe it is all our futile attempt
to find a meaning to an existence
that exists for a moment
then drift afar.
I wish I could write but
you would understand.
are words enough to tell what
you feel, or the flickering lights
up above are enough on a silent night?
how would you know when I die
if all you could hear is this familiar silence
that the wind carries,
would you feel the melancholy
when the wind caress your skin,
or would you look for warmth
and wonder about the stars?
I wonder what you would write
on a night like this, where
the wind is a little too cold.
but you always loved the snow
that fall a little late a little far.
if you could be anywhere
where would you go
one among the stars or
some lines on a white sheet?
I wish I could write, but I can't,
I know you would understand.
@mirakee @writersnetwork.
