Mirakee
ख़ामोशी
खामोशी में चीखें शोर में चुप्पी बस्ती है वो मासूम मुझे अब भी दूर से तख्ती है,
कहती है मत महसूस कर उस पल को अब भी जो तुझे रौंद गया था कल कभी,
जिसकी याद भी शायद धुंधली सी है वो बस एक लम्हा था जो लड़ पड़ा था उस वक्त वो तब भी तो तन्हा था,
वो बस एक पल था जिसकी गंद कहीं घुली सी है क्या हुआ जो उसकी छुअन अब भी कहीं छुपी सी है,
हर लड़की इस मोड़ से एक न एक बार गुजरती है कभी प्रेमी बाप या भाई द्वारा कुचली जाती है ,
पूछो एक मां से क्या आसान है एक लड़की को पालना उस नन्ही सी जान को उठने बैठने के तौर तरीके सीखाना,
इतनी सी मासूम को कैसे पता चल जाता है कि प्यार और हवस को एक क्षण में नापा जाता है,
नारी सब पर भारी यह कहावत अब ना जचती है लड़कों की तो तालीम ही कहीं कच्ची लगती है,
जिस्म से सुंदर उसकी रूह होती है औरत की कहानी बहुत अनोखी होती है।
©poojaekalfaaz
poojaekalfaaz
बेबाक, बेफिक्र, बेपरवाह
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poojaekalfaaz
12w
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poojaekalfaaz
12w
Parinda hu mein mujhe aakash me rhne do,
Apni aashosh me na jakdo,
Me khta hu ab ye rhne do,
Mohobbat h to mohobbat hi shi,
Tum ye rishtedari aur adhikar rhne do,
Parinda hu me mujhe aakash me rhne do,
Mt sikhao mujhe udna,
Apna tajurba tum apne paas rhne do ko
Fikr aur madad ka sahyog rkho,
Mgr apne usoolo ka gyan rhne do,
me khta hu prinda hu me,
Mujhe nabh me hi udne do.....
©poojaekalfaaz -
poojaekalfaaz
17w
Now we say it's okay to eachother
For all the feelings we had
For all the sorries we said...
Now we console eachother
That he had his situation
I had my conditions
That separate our bodies
But not our souls
Because those were never be connected...
Now we still talk to eachother
His guilt is strong
My hatredness is wrong
But we take time to realise
That some feeling never be minimised... -
Parinda hu mein mujhe aakash me rhne do,
Apni aashosh me na jakdo,
Me khta hu ab ye rhne do,
Mohobbat h to mohobbat hi shi,
Tum ye rishtedari aur adhikar rhne do,
Parinda hu me mujhe aakash me rhne do,
Mt sikhao mujhe udna,
Apna tajurba tum apne paas rhne do
Fikr aur madad ka sahyog rkho,
Mgr apne usoolo ka gyan rhne do,
me khta hu prinda hu me,
Mujhe nabh me hi udne do.....
~Pooja Thadani -
Aaj darr hai phir un raasto par jane se darr hai apne aap ko samarpit krne se, darr ye nh h ki ye dil phir tut jayega bs ye h ki isse sametne phir koi aur aayega....
©poojaekalfaaz
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ashlen
13w
Read MoreCome let me tell you my story //
You can call me a survivor of acid attack
Stop there don't pity me coz I'm a fighter you know
The reason of this attack is still unknown to myself
"What can a simple girl coming from a middle class background do someone to get this scar of lifelong", I question this myself everyday
You know while lying in hospital bed with pain so unbearable all over my body
I could hear my family weeping
Don't let your imagination run wild coz they were crying not because of how much pain I was in but about "Who would marry me"?and what not
Should I think they were worried about my future to keep my mind at ease
So my heart will not feel so cold //
Finally the day came when I was discharged, they handed me a present for my recovery
I guess you all might have imagined what I received -flowers, jewelry you think so
It was a simple shawl to cover my face so I may not scare people away but who would tell them that the beast who attacked me is freely walking somewhere without covering their face //
The pain of burning sensation is still bearable unlike the look of fear, disgust, pity, hatred in the eyes of people feels unbearable
They see me like a "monster"
I remind myself that I have to live in this society till my last breath
So accepting that look of disgust is the only solution and so with all my courage what I do is "smile" back at their faces //
Let me tell you a secret I don't dare to look in the mirror with fear I may not be able to accept myself
Yet to face the society so it may not look down upon me I put up a smile
If one day I become courageous to accept myself while smiling in front of mirror //
Will this society change their way of seeing me? And accept my face like before
Will this society stop treating me like a culprit?
Will my own family accept me without conditions?
Will you all be able to love me with this scar?
Will you all let me live freely?
I question this to the heartless people of society..Fighter of Acid Attack
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sajank
56w
Read More19.12.2019. 8:28pm
Don't know what I wrote ��
#heart #broken #alone #shayari #Hindi #hindiwriters #love #shej #dishu
@anjali_chopra @cutie123456 @immortal_lover @piaa_choudhary @meenuaggमैं खुद से ही नाराज़ हूँ
मैं खुद से ही खफा हूँ,
मैं क्या करुँ मोहब्बत किसी से
मैं खुद एक बेवफा हूँ!!
©sajank -
nitishreys
57w
Nazre Karam Mujh Par Itna Na Kar
Nazre Karam Mujh Par Itna Na Kar,
Ki Teri Mohabbat Ke Liye Baagi Ho Jaaun,
Mujhe Itna Na Pila Ishq-E-Jaam Ki,
Main Ishq Ke Jahar Ka Aadi Ho Jaaun. -
brokenshayari
58w
खामोशी का अपना मज़ा है ...
पेड़ की जड़ें फड़फड़ाया नही करती ... -
जो कभी न भर पाए , ऐसा भी एक घाव है
जी हाँ...
उसका नाम लगाव है। -
"Love is the nicest emotion
Yet love is self evolution
True love to feel and realize
neither to analyze nor critisize"
©tomorrow_is_amazing -
samarlexis
59w
Some truths about me
Eventually, essentially, simply we are all just scarred beings of habit,
Seeking the same haunts,
Nursing the same hurts,
Over time,
Some of us learned how to smile,
Some of us learned how to hide,
And some grew up to realise that there isn't much of a difference.
I always knew there wasn't.
And there are things time doesn't heal,
Things that we in the first place had put beyond time's reach,
The way his neck felt under my teeth,
The way her hair rubbed against my cheek,
The voice of my grandfather's stories,
The stretch marks on my mother's waist,
The red of my father's eyes,
The hands of my abuser,
Or the sound of me laughing clear.
These are things I'll never forget,
Boxes I'll never leave behind, wherever I move....
I'm a coffee addict.
I'm a validation whore.
I love to write novels in my head
I have written speeches that I never said because they'd have left anyway.
I write letters to those I dont talk to anymore.
I have scars on my arms and I hate it when someone calls them battlescars.
I once had a torn lip from a bully slapping me thrice, torn lip or not I havent shut up.
I have slept around.
I have cried alone.
See these things, my friends say make me broken....
They say that broken, I'm... but beautiful too.
They say I've stocked up on the pain so much that alchemy has turned my venom to gold dust and that I'm glowing.
But I'm not. These aren't things of beauty...
I'm not a thing of beauty.
I'm a thing of reality.
And long after beauty packs her bag and kisses you farewell, with promises of writing back...
All that you're left with is
Reality.
I may not be perfect to hold,
But hey, at least I'm here.
And I'll be.
And sometimes that's all that matters...
©samarlexis -
i_faha
62w
Read MoreGood morning Mirakee. Vacay's are almost over. And here's some #mondaymotivation that fell asleep on its way, so let's jumpstart our tuesday instead.
Apologies on my slowdown. Will catch up with all the posts, asap ♥️��
#writersnetwork #mirakee #wordbombsWake up call
We are such suckers for pain I tell you, that if someone is painless or worse, happy without us, we try to guilt trip (or guilt trap) them within our sob stories, holding them responsible for being content without us, while abandoning us alone in a sinking depression of memories and miseries.
We were addicted to them and now we're addicted to feeling the pain, they've allegedly left behind. We shift the blame on to their absence, cause it's easier to believe we can do nothing about it and continue to cosily slump.
And the way we have been slouching so far, rolling in self pity, cutting ourselves with rusty blades of self loathe, pushing away our dreams behind a screen, might as well turn on the front camera and take a good look at ourselves. Do we even like this unkempt, abhorring and boring version of us? Then why would anyone else?
Who are we kidding? Nobody's coming in to give us a hand. Nobody owes us happiness except ourselves. It's our own responsibility. If we need help in finding it, we ought to ask for it, not wait for it or shun it when it's given. But for God's sake now get up, dust off the dirt and wash away that gunk off yourself. Drink some sun, go for a run, eat better, dress smarter, and force your face to smile more often. As clichéd as it may sound, happiness only likes the company of other happy people. So, pretend if you must, but trick that bugger into being your guest.
Ironically, the only way to get someone back in your life is by learning to not need them, to be happier and better without them. And once you've learnt that, you won't actually remember to want them anymore.
©i_faha
