With all the good news, there’s a bit of bad news as well. We hate to say this, but we are discontinuing support for a lot of languages here onwards. We will be only supporting English and Hindi for the time being. We will keep expanding the support for more languages in the future. (We are sorry, please don’t hate us.) Well, a few things are still under construction at Mirakee, but please bear with us, we’re working on them.
Always remember, your Mirakee family is here for you. Now you take care of yourself, alright?
A group of women sit Reciting prayers and mumbling folklores As tea is served hot With spicy biscuits and spicier gossips A newly wed woman complains that she felt herself crumbling like a house of cards left at the mercy of the whimsical winds as her husband’s lechery sunk into her skin she now sheds skin and walks like a cadaver but a middle-aged woman protested Oh! that was nothing I found my husband drunk, in the arms Of an enchantress Who spoke a foreign-accent That I felt like a mistress In my own house Oh! how she pities herself For knowing only one language That comes as timely morning breakfast Ironed coat, shirt and trousers And a cup of perfect evening tea But then chirps in a young girl Oh! That is nothing I stay meek and obedient, as the violence reigns As a drunkard beats his liability For I know how unwanted I am As I slam the door shut Refusing to listen to the helpless pleas As I wait for my youth and my younger sister to age like fine wine At last, the oldest woman spoke up My silence has been the deadliest of all I have sown seeds of patriarchy And nourished them with rivulets of sorrow and fear And now as here I sit in the same spot Where an unborn zygote was murdered Singing eulogies and muttering prayers To perhaps pacify the dead As I count the rosary beads For my pitcher of sins has filled My silence has perpetuated this famine of freedom Hopefully yours will not. Ayushi Saha 10.00 am 28th Oct 2020
Sun Golden, glorious Warming, burning, shining Day, bright, night, crescent Illuminating, shimmering, orbiting Silvery, shadowy Moon - Jan Allison
A diamante poem is made up of 7 lines using a set structure:
Line 1: Beginning subject Line 2: Two describing words about line 1 Line 3: Three doing words about line 1 Line 4: A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7 Line 5: Three doing words about line 7 Line 6: Two describing words about line 7 Line 7: End subject
Tyburn : a six line poem consisting of 2, 2, 2, 2, 9, 9 syllables.
The first four lines rhyme and are all descriptive words. The last two lines rhyme and incorporate the first, second as the 5th through 8th syllables in line 5th line and third, and fourth lines in line 6th. Last word of line 5th and 6th that is 9th syllable of the line should rhyme and should be of 1 syllable count.
Hey magnificent Mirakeeans!! Happy Friday! With the weekend upon us, it seems like as good a time as any to promote self-love, eh? But then again, when isn't it the perfect time to do that, right? So, shoot me your 7 piece self-love word story (in English please), in the comment section, and I'll happily add it as soon as I'm able. As for the meaning of mine, it's intended to convey a healthy sense of self-preservation. If we truly love and respect our own self, we can then love and respect all others. ♥️ Blessings, Carolyn