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  • purple_river 21h

    It makes me really sad to hear news about doctors being victims of mass lynchings. Mistake or not, they don't deserve this violence. It takes an immense amount of mental steel to actually become a doctor.. Many choose the easier paths. There are exceptions in every case, but doctors already have very busy and exhausting lives. They live with the burden of lives on them. Some of them never even have fun cause they believe their time is for their patients and the more saved, the better. This is such a noble thing to do, and the least bit we can do for them is respect and support them.

    #doctor #doctors #oblivious #serve #healer #pod @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Hurting Healers

    They could have been the queens & kings
    They had the Midas touch to anything
    But they chose the path of toil and labour
    Sidelined many talents to be doctors & healers.
    It may or may not have been the glory,
    But their life escalated into another battle story,
    Never easy to shun pleasures and get buried in huge books
    Youth itself has new thrills hidden in every nook
    But they toughen up, learn to persevere,
    The semesters transform into endless years
    And years become a decade, once they're ready to serve
    Only they weren't ready for this new sly curve
    Diseases and decay, lives lost each day,
    The cruel capitalism brings ethics to dismay
    Grim hopelessness and death fills the air
    Grieving families drown in despair,
    But the doctors don't allow themselves tears
    They must rise up to the occasion without fear
    Heal every suffering soul while they can
    Even when they get misguided hatred in return
    In this country of oblivious, agitated madmen
    All fueled by centuries of deprivation
    Or by surviving the dark ages of oppression
    By finding someone to put the blame on.
    But now, here we are, free to live and choose
    Yet, we act like the same savage fools
    Hurting the doctors who do nothing but heal us,
    But we frustrated lot hate without any conscience.
    The mistakes of doctors are never forgiven,
    We will willingly let them rot away in prison
    We let billionaires & power men get away with mass duplicity,
    But channel our anger towards friends of humanity.
    Now hurt and disrespected, but the healers won't be weak
    Cause they made a promise to serve the sick..
    They swallow their pride and get in the grind
    For dwelling over sad emotions, they never had the time.
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 1d

    Ruins Of Pompeii

    A city so glorious, a city so bright,
    Bustling streets in the evening light,
    All ruined on the fateful night,
    When triggered Mount Vesuvius erupted to heights.
    They called it dormant, harmless alright,
    Ignored the fiery growls for a full fortnight,
    But when the fury was unleashed outright,
    They lamented the monster they harbored in plain sight.
    Men, women, children - scream and run in fright,
    Homes, temples and cafes don't even put up a fight.
    Alas! No one could escape it's formidable might,
    An entire innocent city buried by midnight.
    Centuries later, the ancient ruins are in the limelight,
    Hollow statues & skeletons hide in this miserable plight.
    It still haunts me, how every spark of life got wiped,
    The rich or the poor, no one survived.
    This is what happens, when the stars don't align right,
    Or when over-indulgence makes us lose all insight.
    The dormant demons, will again rise to ignite
    Consume blatantly to gratify it's appetite.
    The destiny is sealed, but could we override,
    This stark bad fate by fighting like honorable knights?
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 2d

    Dedicated to the ones struggling to balance the sanctity of their identity and the social obligations. Any better ideas?

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #friends #used #boundaries

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    Boundaries

    On troublesome days, do you ever feel
    That all your friends are aliens?
    Like pests they feed on your energy mill,
    Purge your boundaries and pure aspirations!

    But with every mighty heartbreak,
    And every little disappointment
    The image of the future goes bleak
    We grow a little, die a little in resentment!

    But maturity and wisdom are no perks,
    All you get is needy friends with problems,
    The superficial ones, no welfare work,
    So you run from this world of mayhem.

    But they call us reclusive now,
    Treat us like the wrong-doer,
    Do I not have the right to be elusive,
    If your company doesn't make things better?

    But no one understands the boundary issues
    I say - Don't enter my safe space, dear
    I know you're lonely, but I've run out of tissues
    Surely don't want to be another shoulder.

    But I ask for too much, they say
    And keep whining about the same stale show
    Blow up my phone with the same hearsay
    Ask me to bicker about people I don't know!

    I can't help wondering a life without your hate,
    Honestly, I'm just your convenience mate,
    When I truly needed you, you were gone...
    All my dark days, I learned to spend alone.

    I often think about telling you down,
    But it makes me feel like an evil person,
    I'm not selfish, but what do I do now?
    Is it time to fall off the grid again?

    Cause now darling, I'm lying everyday,
    Getting caught up in your dirty laundry
    About how you're a helpless victim of fate,
    Or about the disasters you try to date,

    I wish I could tell you how used I feel,
    You drain me out, leave me so angry,
    Cause I have so many dreams to fulfill,
    Never even give suitors the time of the day.

    And there are so many shiny noble pursuits
    Epic world problems that need solving
    But here we are, crying over petty issues
    Wasting away, when we could be blooming.

    I'm so tired I could end this without regrets,
    I've outgrown our bond, so I could quietly go away
    But that's so cruel, definitely not my best,
    So just until I figure it out, I'll stay.
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 3d

    Wavering

    Feelings come and go
    And this heart
    Overthinks like fools
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 3d

    Lufracious (adjective) Being gracefully evil or acknowledging one's bad karma with submissive sincerity

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #multitude #ceeswordinvent #thinkoutsidethebox #wordinventionchallenge #letsgetcreative #challenge #lucifer #evil #right #good #grace

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    Lucifer's Grace

    I have walked the wrong lanes,
    Carried the hate in my veins,
    Flirted boldly with every pain,
    But, maybe this wasn't my plane...
    I wished for the simple black and white way
    But this dump is painted in shades of grey
    Now, I don't understand the sly & the cunning,
    They speak words with multitude meanings!
    It's maddening to see good get lost in evil,
    While bad gets tactfully reasoned by the devil.
    My poor heart doesn't know anymore,
    The infinite possibilities spell peace or war?
    The charming ideals seem out of place,
    Once you hear Lucifer's sweet-talking grace.
    Then I realized, the chaos is on the rise
    This tug-of-war might go on till the earth dies.
    As I've bravely walked my own unique road,
    I'll design my own ethics and moral code.
    Hit or miss, I'll follow my own subconscious
    If I fail to be noble, I'll still be lufracious.
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 4d

    Don't

    Heart!
    Don't break.
    Don't shut down.
    Let's fight, one more
    Time.
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 5d

    Happy Birthday

    At 17, there was no way I could have known,
    That an angel like you was yet to be born,
    I was a dishonorable wanderer with a heart of stone,
    Busy living a life like any other clone.
    But you caught me off-guard,
    Illuminated my life, like a shimmering star..
    I tried to run, but my legs knew better,
    My home was here, us two together.
    Now, all I have is good luck with you
    You leave me wonderstruck with this view,
    Challenges await, for you and for me,
    But I'll fight it all, for the future I see,
    And no matter how many good deeds I do,
    Nothing adds up to a lost me meeting you,
    It must be happenstance, for the stars to align right,
    So every birthday of yours, this happysong I'll rewrite!
    You're magnificence personified, do always shine bright,
    At last, the universe does seem to be on our side.
    Now, I could wish you in two words,
    Or I could write an essay,
    But whatever I feel for you, my little bird,
    Is beyond anything I could ever portray!
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 1w

    Scars Of A Broken Home

    The atmosphere fills in screams and shouts
    Desolate kids locked in hell without a way out
    They were born here, this was their home
    But home is just a vile shade of monochrome
    With monsters who call themselves adults
    Fighting a war with abuses and insults
    The sensitive souls hide in a corner
    Cry fervently, console themselves with prayer
    But things go worse, as years turn to decades
    The tortured children learn to put up a facade

    'It's all alright, we're fine, even cool' -
    As we have our coping mechanisms to fool
    Everyone who thinks we're vulnerable & weak,
    We never were that, or so to speak -
    We were just on a different journey
    We've lived in all dimensions of toxicity...
    Made peace with all levels of complexities.
    Some of us lose ourselves in success,
    Others in dreamland happiness
    We know how to love, but will never do so,
    Cause our inner child is still so cross,
    It only knows the suffocating loss
    Of a life earned but never lived..
    This unfair, intolerable injustice,
    But look! Our bodies grew up fine in every sense
    All we need to do is keep up the pretense
    Of being sane, well-functioning achievers
    Weakness is the bane of all those losers,
    So we broken kids transform into morbid ghouls,
    There'll never be any salvation for us tarnished souls
    We understand, but refuse to be understood,
    Maybe it's the curse of being so unloved..
    Yet we survive, heal ourselves and fly,
    Until the soul's muffled shrieks bleed us dry,
    We finally realise why this pain was so incorrigible,
    They'll haunt us forever, these scars indelible.
    ©purple_river


    #poetry @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #love #heartbreak #tears #scars #hurt #pain #broken #haunt #children #kids #indelible

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    Scars Of A Broken Home

    The atmosphere fills in screams and shouts
    Desolate kids locked in hell without a way out
    They were born here, this was their home
    But home is just a vile shade of monochrome
    With monsters who call themselves adults
    Fighting a war with abuses and insults
    The sensitive souls hide in a corner
    Cry fervently, console themselves with prayer
    But things go worse, as years turn to decades
    The tortured children learn to put up a facade

    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 1w

    Nomads

    Nomad souls don't need homes,
    They drift from one path to another,
    Hoping to fly high and afar, blissfully alone,
    Cause the taste of independence
    Is all too intoxicating!
    Nothing can tie you down,
    No burden of longing hearts waiting.
    Like self-made warriors,
    They're constantly fighting their cause,
    Or like hedonistic flowers,
    They'll aimlessly navigate the void.
    So, some asked the wandering gypsy,
    'What is the key to your heart?
    Riches, love or power to rule the earth?'
    The nomad smiled, charmed and beguiled,
    Cause it's futile to find a key without a cage,
    This heart was never locked in the first place!
    ©purple_river

  • purple_river 1w

    Starry Night
    (Dedicated to the inimitable Vincent Van Gogh)

    I never thought I could fall in love,
    Until I saw the world through your eyes,
    The world that you painted in bewitching colors,
    Vibrant, robust and filled with pristine joy.
    On dark days, through hopeless plights,
    I find solace in your starry night,
    The waves of blue, the adorning yellow,
    Sweeps away my ocean of sorrow.
    When my soul freezes from the echoes of fear,
    Your sunflowers are what bring me cheer.
    So in awe I wondered, who is this man?
    Why on earth is his art so alive and serene?
    And then I realized, the tricks life played on you
    Incorruptible you, ever so pure, and innocent,
    But this cruel world put your soul in a dent
    The colors spoke to you, and you embraced them,
    But every one in town called you a madman.
    You loved how the stars made you dream,
    Even if the voices in your head left you in screams
    You cut your ear off, hoping to silence the chaos,
    Consumed happy yellow paint, but were still so blue
    Penniless, starving, alone, no appreciation, no love
    Yet you kept walking the path that ignited your soul,
    The only one who cared for you was your brother,
    Poor guy would do anything to keep you together!
    But fortune never smiled on the solitary painter,
    Who kept trying to hide his tragedy in lush colors.
    But alas! The sly monsters got to him,
    He hurt himself, then died on a day so grim,
    Feeling ever so unloved and hated,
    Sensing that his precious life was wasted.
    Oh Vincent! I wish I could tell you how great you are,
    You work fuels generations of broken souls with fire,
    We are a witness to your world of magnificence,
    Even if we'll never be anywhere near your brilliance,
    We hope to endure this tragedy of life unbearable,
    And rise above it all with a glorious art of character.
    With power of awareness, comes great pain,
    But like you, we won't let this suffering go in vain.
    Now, our dreadful cities are never the prettiest,
    But whenever I see a clear starry night,
    I thank you, dear remarkable Vincent,
    For living and guiding us with your true light.

    ©purple_river


    Edit: Yesterday night, I was trying to sleep, but somehow, thoughts about Vincent Van Gogh's tragic life kept crawling in my head. He is an epitome of transforming brokenness into something so beautiful and I'm besotted with him for life. So I promised myself that I would write a poem about him someday.

    Today, when I saw the daily Mirakee prompt, my eyes instantly locked on 'starry night' ... It was as if the universe wanted me to write this (and now).. It's all so magical, isn't it? I'm grateful to everyone who took time to read this, because this is so, so close to my heart.

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #writersnetwork #witness #starrynight #night #vincentvangogh #vincent #painter #depression #art #favorite #art #painting #doctorwho

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    Starry Night

    (Dedicated to the inimitable Vincent Van Gogh)

    I never thought I could fall in love,
    Until I saw the world through your eyes,
    The world that you painted in bewitching colors,
    Alive, robust and filled with pristine joy.
    On dark days, through hopeless plights,
    I find solace in your starry night,
    The waves of blue, the adorning yellow,
    Sweeps away my ocean of sorrow.
    When my soul freezes from the echoes of fear,
    Your sunflowers are what bring me cheer.
    So in awe I wondered, who is this man?
    Why is his art so alive and serene?
    ©purple_river