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rachhu 13w

#Full Moon Wishlist

From this Auspicious Full moon day...I wish, There is No more Negative thoughts for you and for me.. There is no more Sleepless nights for you and for me.. There is no more Undeserved feelings for you and for me.. There is no more Guilt feelings for you and for me.. There is no more chasing towards life for you and for me.. There is no more self doubts for you and for me.. There is no more validation from others for you and for me..And A Very Biggg YES to lot of positivity, Understanding,Joy, confidence,Peacefulness, Strength and Success for you and for me
©rachhu

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rachhu 37w

Just wanna be true to myself and I don't mind,if it is a shame on.Let it, till the time allows.

©rachhu

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rachhu 41w

The Window Moment

A girl to her window, where is my Man?
The one whom I used to watch through you daily,
The one who always make sure the well being of me,
The one whose charming face is not less equal to the most peaceful fullmoon till now,
The one whose smile is as bright as a beautiful sunshine,
The one whose voice feels like a favourite song with earphones on a long boring journey,
The one whose odour melts me like a Creamy ice on a hot summer day,
The one whose presence enough can make me feel like a butterfly park in my belly,
Where is he? How can he forget you and forget me? How can he pass like that without noticing you and noticing me?I want him back with the same window moment, which the three of us used to.
©rachhu

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rachhu 65w

#Destiny

One says that, beautiful journey is important than a beautiful destination.
And the other believes that, beautiful journey may leads to beautiful destination.
But the truth is,only the Supreme know the destination of both.
©rachhu

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rachhu 89w

Dear Dad,
Please do Protect us with your true blessings, we don't want to pretend anymore when it's all unclear.

We smiled through the darkest of hours through the tears and fears and I'm worrying that why are you not getting any sensation.

We truly missing the real strength ,need of protection is being a heartsore crave for years.Please do care,you were the only one who can.

Happy father's day and we are truly missing your presence
©rachhu

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serene__01 2d

As we grow , new people come in our life and start making their place in our heart as time flows .
And with every new person who is coming in our life , expections come together .
We start expecting something from that new person and when those expectation hurts we stop expecting again .

Just my opinion .

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Whenever I am saying ' I am not expecting anything from anyone ' , I am still expecting something somewhere in my heart from someone .
I don't know whom , but I will know when I won't get what I expected from that person .

~serene__01

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krishnega 7w

Consequence of the last post.
#krishwn #krishsmiled #personalfavwrites
#insecurities_insecurities

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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

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sans_brones 9w

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With every sunset , that beautiful smile turns into the painful tears.
©Aditi

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whitewings 11w

I sit with those thoughts. I talk to them. I ask them why they're here. Because I understand, just like me... those thoughts too, have been bearing the ache of abandonment... and seek nothing, but just someone who'd listen to them. I allow them the time to translate themselves to emotions. It might take a few minutes, or maybe weeks or even months. I welcome them. I go about my life, with those thoughts chattering at the back of my mind. I live with that discomfort. I let it linger. I allow it to bully me, until it exhausts all it's energy. And then, with a hug, I put it to sleep.

©whitewings

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I allow it to bully me,
until it exhausts all it's energy.
And then, with a hug,
I put it to sleep.

©whitewings

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whitewings 11w

People cling to escapes. Some find it in a person, some find it in a bottle of whiskey, some in the smoke of cigarettes. Meaningless banter, politics and weather, or the latest celebrity gossip. This constant desire to be busy, as if pausing for a while would be lethal. The mere thought of stillness fills some people with nerve wrecking anxiety. And they go about pouring one day into another and another... until there are no more days left.

©whitewings

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whitewings 10w

There are non believers, the cynics, the broken hearted who've refused to accept they're broken. And go on living life with a tough exterior. The ones who hate fairy tales, who doubt prayers and ridicule the ones who live by fragile words like hope and faith. The ones who, over the years have allowed the world to settle on their soul... all it's apathy, cynicism and distrust. And now go on projecting the same onto anyone who speaks from a kinder place. In the mirror of the world, they see... what they hold within. A realisation of all their hatred and unrest, kind of self fulfilling prophecies. It's sad to see them fighting against their very being. Denouncing the light within. Because someone years ago, showed them... the night, and said... sun was a myth.

©whitewings

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Because someone years ago,
showed them... the night,
and said...
sun was a myth.

©whitewings

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whitewings 10w

3500th post

Growth is painful, confusing, chaotic. You end up breaking so much... so many hearts, so many dreams, damaging so many things. But this inner nudge to ravage the environment is so strong that it overpowers every reason you put forth. An inner fight, a deep conflict which mirrors on the outside and is seen as your dichotomous actions and feelings. Letting go of the old breaks your heart. Need to bring in the new, upholds a promise that seems more like a wishful thinking. But driven by an unknown force, you see yourself being pushed to the alleys of change. And you can't help but see... everything crumbling, falling, breaking, ending... everything that you loved, held so dear. You know from this moment, those are all moving towards their journey, to become a thing of the past, mere memories. And you must let them do so. For when it's time... no one can, and no one must stop growth.

©whitewings

#Milestonepost

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For when it's time...
no one can,
and no one must stop growth.

©whitewings

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jcecchetelli 59w

Who are you when your mind stops screaming at you? Or when it starts talking again after a period of nothingness? Who are you when the fog clears and the thunder quiets, leaving just the rain to wash away all that you’ve been convinced of for so long? Who are you when the sun comes out and the light hits you at just the right time after the rain washes it all away? The doubts and expectations and lies you’ve been telling yourself in the quiet nothing in the unclear fog or the loud booms of the thunder during the storm?

Do you remember? Or will you drown from the pouring rain and uncertain future? Can you keep going enough to see through or collapse from the fear and dehydration.

Who are you when you take it all away? Who are you when the tide lowers and you’re able to come up for air? Do you remember?

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jcecchetelli 57w

Lay your head in bed. Feel the loneliness of the night and the aching of your heart. Lay your head in bed. Fear every sound you hear in the loud silence of the night. Lay your head in bed, sit in the silence that some people thrive in. You, on the other hand sink in the depths of your mind. Lay your head in bed, let sadness take you in and the darkness overcome you. Lay your head in bed until the light peaks through the window and you can wipe away the dreams of the dry erase of your mind, forgetting that it’s permanent marker. Lay your head in bed until you fall asleep in the fear.

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jcecchetelli 11w

I try to let go and do what’s right
But I guess It goes back to the sleepless nights
From 3 years old through all my teens
Fighting to be heard and harder to be seen
From years of never knowing when
He was coming or going again
Until one day he never came
Lost the fight like many the same
Left alone with unanswered prayers
Searching the world to find a savior
Not just him or her or them
So now I push and pull again
I hold on tight and not enough
Searching for that kind of love
And when it’s there I get the fear
Of the come and go in the rear view mirror
It goes back years and years some more
Creating the fear of a shutting door
Sometimes I run the other way
Other times I beg to stay
Working through my restless nights
Walking through darkness in search of light

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