To let a failure define your whole life is one thing most students or people indulge in doing. Never let your past decide your present, never let the thought of future compromise with the actions you're supposed to be doing in the present. Life is pretty much meaningless, and it's on you to find the reasons. People are selfish, and no doubt, and why not. The world would be much simpler if people helped each other but the thing is help yourself because one day everyone would leave or would have to, and you'll be by yourself till death.
Lame word is the most overused term on Mirakee. Because we're becoming increasingly unsure about how others might react. Don't overuse it. You're as worthy as any other. Read more and chisel your writing skills.
I write lies in disguise of truth I write truth in layers of lies Justice delayed is justice denied Ankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaayein hain
I wonder about life often, yet not very often. How was consciousness first formed in humans. Science knows the answer, but I don't yet, because I've never read anything about it or perhaps this question just arose in my mind today. Perhaps this shows how naive my mind is, because being a biology student I should have known this already. Or maybe not.
Why do we write. Why do we breathe. So cliched. No. Overuse of these statements have made us distant from the intent of them and ignore the place where they are coming from. If you've not gone through existential crisis I wonder you've not lived a life that life makes us live and you're living within a bubble of safe things and you've not seen malnourished kids with meagre clothing roaming near traffic lights with hope someone will give them a rupee which they could proudly show to their guardian who themselves are drowning in poverty. Accidents happen. Is there an entity called luck? Or God? Or Destiny. Isn't it us who carve out way for our destiny. What destiny, a future so doomed that we are slowly closing our eyes to all the harm we're doing to mother nature. Let me present a fact on the occasion of World Wildlife Day, Microplastic in Ocean outnumber stars in galaxy, around 500 times more than the stars in our galaxy, threatening 600 species of marine life. Kitna kuch kehna hai phir bhi dil mein sawal kahin
Life is precious, unfair and it has an end. Starts with pain, ends with pain; depends on you how you challenge life, people and yourself and mould it into acceptance and analysis. If you fall down two steps, climb half a step.
Take 5 minutes daily to pay gratitude not to anyone, but life in general. Concentrate on your breaths, it won't get okay, it won't, trust me. The pain is subjective and it won't end, the challenges won't, there will be no peace because it was in chaos we took birth and it'll be in chaos we'll find peace Sangfroid
Self love is a lie And I refuse to believe that Help is everywhere I realize this may be a shock, but we are asking for help Is a lie We're pretending to be depressed In years to come I will tell the future generation that I have my priorities straight because Hiding Is more important than Sharing I tell you this: Once upon a time People listened and healed But this will not be true in my era Depression kills Experts tell me I cannot be cured. I do not conclude that I love the person in front of the mirror. In the future, I won't have a will to choose to live No longer can it be said that Good people exist. It will be evident that, Selfishness is all this world has to offer It is foolish to presume that Skies or nature will heal you.
Dear Alankrita Sood, Akshay Chhikara, Vikas Kalwani, I am writing this letter to you with zilch expectations that you'll read this. I want to firstly thank Writersbay, the independent team that has worked ceaselessly and selflessly, conducting thought-provoking challenges that haven't failed a single time to bring the best quality throughout the past 9 months and were active during a time Mirakee closed its Daily challenges and reposts.
Mirakee has always been there for me and I can say with assurance I have never seen such a beautiful, supporting community in any another blogging websites or social networking sites. When I first took baby steps towards writing to share with others, I was 15, it was difficult to adjust to socialize with people around the corner of the world and through just words. It has been addictive at times undoubtedly and has played a major role in my character, personality development and it's still influencing me, in so countless ways. It brought out the true me, I always had been, it made me find myself through the magic of words, their insurmountable power and awe-inspiring depth of human connection. Words connect us here, regardless of gender, caste, creed, colour or cuisine. This platform showed me how complex and simple interconnectedness of life we are living. I've always had different personalities that I experimented here.
You are special. So special. Each one of you that I've come to know, chronicling this odyssey of mine revolving around 700 days. When I first stepped into this platform, I felt alone and alien to everything and that's how I planned that I would be a guide to people, to guide them, and take the first step and let them know around a place and then I leave for them to enjoy the whole journey meeting others, learning new things about this place. This little infinity I got to experience is undoubtedly priceless. It'll be tough to count the number of people I've come to know but it's triple than the people I'm following.
There have been many times I lost my way, and there was a significant time when a beautiful girl whose name's meaning itself is beautiful guided me back into this place. There were many troublemaker and stalkers in the past, rest in peace and I've heard very bad words against myself thrown to my face not once, not twice. Mentally I've been affected both positively and negatively. I'm slowly growing out of the cocoon of self blame I stitched. I have wrote gratitude posts from time to time. This journey of mine is special, it had been about growth, love, pain friendship, misunderstanding, communication, epiphanies, poems, tears, late night conversations, random stalking, rainbows, storms, monsoons, autumns, summers, unity, plagiarism, supporting each other in times of hardships, selflessness, gratitude, apologies, helping each other and letting each other grow.
There was a time when I used to blame Mirakee for coming in my life but since my childhood I always have been a believer that everything happens for a reason. One thing I've noticed is I'm ALWAYS loved by people here and the people change but I'm never left bereft of love and warmth. People are there to make me realise that I matter, in their lives and their Mirakee journey. It's wrong to blame Mirakee for coming between my academics. Mirakee made me realise the writer in me was always present, and it needed a medium, a space to let the thoughts out without being judged by anyone. All the memories I'm beginning to forget little by little. Mirakee is like a diary of mine which came alive with characters I could talk to.
The first person I knew in my starting days was @fairytales_ she used to like my posts I remember her posts getting 35+ likes and 2-3 reposts and mine used to get at most 10 likes. And when she used to like my posts it was one of the great honors I'd felt in my Mirakee career. I always wanted to tell her that it was her who inspired me to write more and be here. Probably she doesn't remember that Account of mine, all the people who knew that account have either left or are no longer active. In short from my first Account, Candy floss has always been my constant and he's like my best friend and brother. I know he's always one text away, always taking care of me and looking after the stalkers. He's the one who gave me the name words_warrior. Forever grateful to him, prayers for your health and peace of mind. And one more friend @shaiz_fs who's so pure at heart, one of my first friends here and helped me in Mirakee. I'm so sorry that I almost didn't talk to you at times after making this account of mine. Thank you ❤️ There's one more person who I knew through my first account. But he's not active any longer. Thank you to you. No one knows who is he, except Zahra whose brother and I share the birthdays. Not to forget, Harsh, Apoorva, Debolina, Harshit, Zia and Odysseus sir.
#theclouds#mondo Who am I? A work of art left unfinished, a heart full of sunsets backspaced words, unsent poems and and eyes of broken stars, wearing a torn sweater of moonless nights.
What is he made up of? Love. He is everything my soul craves of, and needs each second he is not with me. He is an angel. He looks and acts like one. He is layered with patience and love. Perhaps when the sun blushed furiously when the sky wrote a love letter in collaboration with birds, that's how the thought of him birthed.
“how desperate are you?” “you're not the only important thing in his life” “they can't say this to you always!” “so shallow”
Rummaging throught the remnants of a person or clinging on to the memories in the middle of the night isn't really what I thought I'd be doing tonight.
Don't worry, nobody said those words to me. I did. I told myself. In fact, I tell myself every day. Every moment I reminisce. I loathe myself.
I listen to slowed songs at night, when the caffeine kicks in against the backdrop of Kodaline. I sway. The shards of tampered thoughts prick my feet but I keep on swaying. It's a high. Not the good kind. Nor the bad kind.
It's just an illusion.
More often than never, some things seem like hologram. My happiness seems like one of those things.
Every second I bestow upon sadistic blessings of emotional pangs. The hideousness out there in the open with a subtle shroud of smiling facade is what I'm made of now.
Drops dripping down the window-pane As I walk through a nearby lane Soaked supple surface setting in preface As i tap my feet flat on the terrace Panaromic petrichor perfume drowns me in As I feel zephyr puffing a kiss to my chin I ponder how softly it falls on the ground Dressing the green in a dreamy crown Magpie chirps melody as it pins to it's nest With raindrops filtering away her day's dust Legion pits enticing rain to fill them up And i bring back a souvenir clutching the cup Sizzling symphony pours the lonely hearts And a wisteria wills an aid of healing arts Does the wind make bells chime or it's the sound of Rimjhim? I wonder how it turns me up His love or the sirimiri heat? I find myself flitting to every beat ~SG
Hi, this Boomer or Brawpy or Doozy or Maple or Marley, whatever you choose to call me. I got a flower for you because 'm taught to show my mouthful of honest affection. The colour of my eyes isn't brown or green or blue or black but love. I wish you had looked into my eyes before throwing hot water on me for fun. It burns, burns to blisters and I don't know how to spread a burnol using my paws. You call me a breed thing because I'm a dog but I have been more human in every way I love. There are days I keep staring with a flower in my mouth that someone would care enough to plant more people like them; who'd care more than enough to treat me sober. I don't call kicks sober. I don't feel sticks respectful. I don't deserve my foot under your tyres when you drink and drive. It's okay, we encounter accidents, we all do but it's not okay to leave me limping. A bandage won't cost you much. My walk is priceless. It's all I have. It's all I have when no one understands how much I want to give to people. They just know; how to take away. My mind is as innocent as that of a two year old. I love coloured balls. I played once with someone like me but on two feet. He was nice until his friends threw stones at me. I bled, it's okay. I could run myself on soil and grass because that's how I rub off my pain. Pain, I tell you is a word for us animals. Humans rarely feel pain on bodies other than them. Maybe they think it's okay to beat things that have fur. Maybe they think, fur feels no pain. Maybe, they think nothing at all but themselves. I don't wanna complain. I don't wanna whin. I'd be normal the moment you come for a pat. I don't usually bite unless it's too tough to hold on. I don't know how to protect myself other than that. Mom taught me to bark and bite if someone threatens me. I mean no harm if you don't threaten me for fun. Don't push in gutters and manholes to watch me drown, it'll choke my throat and I don't know how to breathe in water. My life span is already half to the half of yours and you still like to end it much before nature does, much before my fate takes it further.
You try to become my fate and God the moment you look at me. I try to become a healer, a lick, a cuddle, a hope and a protector when I look at you. I don't know if your God is cruel if he teaches you to treat me badly but my God is very kind and he made me to love everyone all my life. Love is the only language that connects your feet to my paws, your pats to my tongue and your skin to my fur. We are the same if we love, if at all you do.
I won't write this longer than this. Humans are annoyed faster than my pitbull gang. But remember, you give us love, we'd give you our entire life. I'll go back to barking and another ball I found in soil. Pat me if you see me walk, it doesn't take a lot but just a bend and hands.