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shinchan_says
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Read MoreBig blue blanket above my head,
Condensed clouds invading white spread,
Eternally lived and gonna live for years,
Time to time it shed its tears,
Does sky fear from anything,
Lying there alone at heights,
Stars piercing it's darkness at nights,
Witnessed meteroids and many deaths,
Sky listened our secrets and regrets,
Sky never gonna die,
It's for us he cry,
We fight among us,
We busy in internet world,
Unaware of damage to earth,
We ain't recognising her worth,
We are running from truth living fake lives,
That's what sky says,
"Cause I am scared that I am getting dark with dust and pollution, these piercing rays of sun gonna destroy everything . "
May be we can't get what we have lost,
But we still have some and we should protect it at any cost.
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shinchan_says
1w
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Humans set boundaries,
Birds don't,
These boundaries can't be seen,
But felt,
These invisible chains,
They tightened as I grew up,
I want a cathresis of my boundaries,
I want to melt,
Break,
Run away,
Where no one can chase me,
Where there are no boundaries of any kind,
I want to fly away like these birds,
I don't want a part of sky,
I want whole sky ,
Sharing with every human and animal,
No restrictions of language,
Color, caste, normality
Or anything
I just wanna fly away , high and high.
#picturec#writersbayLimitless
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shinchan_says
1w
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She / her������
I wore you like bangles,
Everytime I look at them,
I don't feel ashamed anymore.
These beautiful, radiant colors,
With them I shed my dolors,
When I listen to jingles they say,
All bad voices calling me fade away.
I wore you like bangles,
That take away my all painful tears,
Hiding my scars and fighting my fears,
That I don't need to shadow her anymore,
Now I let that woman dressup beautifully,
That was once killed inside brutally.
From shirts to suits, I discovered myself,
Taking me from darkness of uncertainity to rainbows of confidence.
#worec#writersbayShe/Her
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shinchan_says
1w
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Damages are forever,
Even if you repair them,
They leave scars
Scars, marks or memories
Which keep on reminding you,
After recovering fully,
When you say I am all okay,
A single flashback can trigger,
There is no comeback from wreckage,
"They can be covered, hidden or healed,
But they can never be escaped"
Your anger destroys everything,
And it can't be reversed,
Damages are forever.Wreckage
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shinchan_says
1w
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Believe in yourself,
That you can ,
No matter how hard it is,
That you will try,
Again and again,
Until you reach where you wanna be,
You gonna fail thousand times,
You will feel like shit million times,
You gonna be hopeless, sleepless, tired
And even after all efforts, you will feel like nothing,
That after cramming lots of books,
Getting insulted over and over,
In the end when you will look back,
All sleepless nights,
All hopes,
All effortss,
Insult, hardwork
Gonna pay back,
Because it's written in stars,
It is to be destined,
It's carved and it will happen.
"Believe in yourself, have faith,
Ultimately your efforts will be paid,
slow and slow , part by part,
Putting your soul and heart,
This too shall pass,you'll pass through
To shine like diamonds you gotta take abuses too. "
#writersbay#creativeclive
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shinchan_says
1w
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To me,
Hey there,
I know most of time you wander in worst lanes of your mind,
Lanes where you often get lost and comeback after wasting all precious time.
You shower your anger on your best friend, reasons are always silly,
You ghost people, ignore them but spend most of your time thinking about them.
Only happiness in your life is
Food, home, friends.
So, all I wanna say
You cry,
You got panic attacks,
Or you hurt others,
Spit out your anger, lock those lanes, hug your bestie and go home.
"There's always a comeback, a sec of self love it's gonna take,
Whatever mess going on, just take a liitle break. "
It's all for today,
Saving for next overthinking session,
Bye ((:
From me.©shinchan_says
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shinchan_says
1w
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I am here in my imagination,
Standing at the shore watching calm sea,
But like moon was unhappy with his calmness,
He is making water dance,
Water rises, water falls,
Tides, high or low are disturbing sea,
Like waves rising to maximum ,
And then losing enthusiasm and falling,
Small and small waves then made a huge , gigantic wave,
It hit the shore and a lot got submerged,
When it went back, shore wasn't the same,
Like after every stress wave, high or low,
We don't remain the same,
It changes us unoticingly,
Tide changes shore like it take something from it or give something to it,
Wave falls, wave rises,
Shakes the shore and demise.
#tidec#writersbayTides
Dear time
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shinchan_says
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To dear time,
You heal me,
You teach me,
You tease me,
You hurt me,
When I want you to stop,
Hours pass like seconds,
When I want you to be fast,
A year passes like decade,
You are unprecdictable,
There is something new happening everytime,
You make me curious about next moment,
You are an unsolved mystery of never coming back,
I wanna go in past and I wanna travel future too,
But you teach me past has died,
Future is an unknown surprise,
All I have is my present you to grow, create and rise.
I have a lot to say but that's all.
Yours truly
A normal girl.Dear time
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shinchan_says
2w
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It breaks in to thousand pieces,
With every piece, it's pain ceases,
Like tearing, hitting doesn't affect it anymore,
It's broken in to fragments and I still adore,
I tried to put them together and recreate,
But I guess now it's too late,
Sometimes I feel we give too much importance to heart,
Lemme just ask why is it only heartbreak? Why never brainbreak?
Brain got hurt too, brain got broken too,
Brain always chosen to be strong,
And heart to be soft but it's wrong,
Brain gets hurt, brain also breaks in to fragments,
Its birthgiver to all your sentiments,
listen to your brainbeats,
Heart gets emotional sometimes but brain always stays concrete.Brainbreak
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shinchan_says
2w
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It's too cold outside,
All others have a place to hide,
I also wanna feel warmth of home,
But I dunno where they have gone,
It's just me alone, river and mountains,
May be a new family, they know all my pains,
A couple of birds , they don't give me attention,
And A lot fireflies shining in all dimensions,
I am sailing in another direction,
I am doing my best to find them , no gurantee of perfection,
Alone is better I thought when I was with them,
But now I am just a flower with stem,
Who will dry and die in cold,
But I am doing my best to hold,
I fill find them someday,
May be tomorrow or may be today.Alone
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raghavendran
7w
Hypocrisy at its worst-
An Epic TaleDuring the times when Covid-19 was at its peak, many patients had to run from pillar to post, denied admission by the hospitals and died pathetically. The following poem is a reaction to such incidents.
A multispeciality hospital cries in anguish when one of the workers, who was part of buildng the hospital, is not able to get medical assistance for his child at the most critical time while the hospital boasts "Service to mankind is service to god".
Hypocrisy at its worst-
An Epic Tale
Do you know who I am?
A Multi-Specialty Hospital,
That’s what I am.
It had taken many years
And thousands of hands
To make me what I’m now.
I stand twenty-five storeys tall,
With a shining glass facade
And eye-catching art work.
People from all walks of life
Stare at me in awe
When they see me
Soaring into the sky.
I’m the envy of my clan,
The boast of this city,
The show-piece of the builder.
Do you see the board
Just behind the reception desk
Glaring at the visitors,
With the letters in gold,
Proclaiming in all its grandeur,
“Service to mankind
Is service to God”?
The opening ceremony was grand,
Halls and corridors were awash
With VVIPs and dignitaries,
And those who mattered,
And the city’s ‘who is who’,
In full strength around
Were the print and the visual media
Thrusting the microphones
And a plethora of cameras
At the smiling faces of VVIPs
And anyone who was eager
To air his own views
On the historic occasion.
I searched among the milling crowd
For those who shaped me
And were my mates for years,
And who mattered to me,
But none could I find
Anywhere near or close by;
I saw faces new all around
In different uniforms
Rushing about in all directions
To what purpose, I knew not,
But not one among them
Was a face familiar to me,
All of a sudden came
A wailing and crying sound
From a man in the crowd
That stood watching the goings-on.
Ah! I could recollect the face,
He was one of those many
Who built me to my present shape;
In his hands was a child
With blood dripping
And crying in agony,
Badly injured was the child,
Probably in an accident,
Needing help at once.
The man surged forward
In great alarm and anxiety
To reach the reception desk.
Alas! He was stopped
Even before he could reach
The magnificent reception desk,
His pleading for help
Didn’t carry any weight
For he was just a labourer
Not decently dressed,
Although he was,
One among the many
Who built this grand edifice,
But one who cannot pay
For the treatment of his child
In this high class hospital
Where each brick and stone
Smiled in recognition
Of his face and his work.
The crowd watched the scene
Arguing among themselves
What it was all about
While the man and the child
Stood helplessly crying
In the midst of the crowd,
While those who mattered
Enjoyed the hospital’s hospitality
In air-conditioned comfort,
And blissfully ignorant of
What was happening outside,
A child in need of help
Died uncared and unattended.
With tears running down,
The man stood with the hurt child,
Now dead and gone for ever.
As the man fell down
In a sudden swoon,
I lost my consciousness.
When I woke up a while later,
Neither the man
Nor the dead child
Could I see.
To this day I know not
What happened afterwards,
For who will tell me,
A lifeless edifice,
Built to stand in glory
Of men of power and wealth,
Born “to serve the humanity”
Raghav R
29.11.2020
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colourfulgreys
44w
Read MoreYou are grasped by a mortal fear
As you see it's Friday the 13th
You'd plan your day
So that you step out the least
You get out of the bed on the right side
Any slight creak is an ominous sign
You avoid flights and you skip odd stairs
You can't sit on a table with thirteen chairs...
But the day my brother's blood was shed
in the battlefield of your war
A war without any reasonable cause
I correctly remember it wasn't Friday the 13th.
The day he was enrolled in the army service
When his dream of singing was legally murdered
Also the day when the flag arrived with his cold corpse lying under
These days etched in my memory were not Friday the 13th.
When my boyfriend returned from the blood bath
Losing his arm
Not to mention his rugby dream
I was sitting beside him
Unable to utter a single sentence of solace
I was sitting on his right
And he was now deaf on that side
That day he caught my hand surreptitiously
And murmured cautiously
That he'd killed many a child and broke down
On days I guess that were no Fridays the 13th.
The day when my best friend
Died on the war front
Treating his friends, he was a surgeon
That day he had last called
And was trying to crack a joke
All I do was to choke
On my unwept unholy tears
Next day I heard he was a Martyr
That day also was not Friday the 13th.
I detest your faith
Cautious on a particular day
Dripping blood and spitting medals
On my poor brother's long lost grave.
#friday13_wt @writerstolli @writersnetwork @mirakee #podFriday the 13th
I detest your faith
Cautious on a particular day
Dripping blood and spitting medals
On my poor brother's long lost grave.
©colourfulgreys -
When You Were Hopeful
There was a time when you were hopeful
But now you know that hopes do die
There was a time when your heart had ached
But now you know that tears do dry
There was a time you believed that moments can be cherished
But now you know they too can fly
There was a time you used to dream
But now you know there's nothing more than meets the eye
You want to laugh, forget the pain
But you know you can muster only a sigh
There was a time when you were hopeful
But now you know that hopes do die...
©jaya23 -
crushed_popcorn
11w
Read More@suranjana__ I felt like I can share my POV about a blind man falling in love rather than his.
#daadisbae @mirakee_ki_naanimaWhen a blind man loves you!
He doesn't know if you are pretty.
But he does recognizes your inner beauty.
He is better than those men who chases the naked curves of woman.
He is blind but at least he isn't necrophilic.
Because the skin and flesh without soul is nothing other than a corpse. -
anshika_winks
11w
Read MoreJune 20,2018. 12 am
Hey Kissie,
I had to work hard to bring you out of the closed attic, where all my old stuff was chocked to rust. But you still smell the same, only a little sweeter...
You know the time now is 12 am, the first time I'm writing this late. Mom and Dad, downstairs, think I am asleep but it's just you and me who know what's happening...
I never imagined that I would be awake at this time of the night and think restlessly about something, or someone...
Ok I know I must have built enough suspense in you by now. But believe me it's worth it.
So here we go...
Today was our first day at the school after the long summer vacations and everyone was super - excited about new session , new teachers and new friends except me who was bothered about the new textbooks and the huge syllabus in front of me.
Everyone was in corridors walking, giggling and laughing out loud with their old and new friends. But I ,as you know, was in the class , alone and restless.
The bell rang and the whole gang roared back into their classes waiting for the teacher.
She arrived and we all greeted her. We sat and she started with the boring attendence ( I don't see any point in taking attendence as if it has ever bothered anyone, just wasting time for nothing)
But this attendence was something special because when she was about to take my name, a boy plunged in disturbing. Everyone's eyes turned towards him and I was irritated of how he disturb my attendance.
A tall boy with all ragged uniform, no tuck, no tie, untied shoelaces and uncombed hairs said, " May I come in ?"
I would have said 'No' but our Mam didn't agree with me. And she asked him to get in and take a place somewhere. He chose to take the last bench which was far away from mine because I was the first bencher. Yes only and only one common thing , I was sitting alone and he too.
I ignored him. The class started. I was very concentrated from the first class itself because the syllabus frightened me again.
A bell rang and it was our break. It didn't matter much to me because I still had books in front of me. But I heard some noises behind and turned to see what was that.
I was flabbergasted to see my classmates group around the fresher as if he had been an old accustom. They were laughing and enjoying. He had made friends with everyone so quickly.
I felt alone.
But I ignored again.
Another bell rang and another teacher arrived and I again concentrated.
And the next thing happened was the last bell. Everyone has already packed their bags to leave. And they left as soon as the bell rang.
I , overburdened by stress, started packing by bag with less strength. I was about to get up but then.
The fresher had spill his complete water bottle on me...
[ Flashback]
When the last bell rang , it was me and him left in the classroom. He was going out of class drinking water but accidentally toppled over the edge of the bench and...
[Flashback Ends]
Ugh... I was shocked by this incident.
He too was shocked of this accident.
My school uniform, my bag , my books , everything was a complete mess... I had never been so angry. I shouted at him at the top of my voice. I was in tears.
He, on the other hand trying to help me out, worsen the situation and tore my notebook.
"Gosh! You are just unbelievable", I shouted.
I asked him to get out of there. He went outside. I packed everything and the damp feeling sucked. I was all wet and unsteady.
I staggered out of the class and saw him still waiting for me. 'Sorry' was the first thing he said. And this time it was the 10th or 11th time. I shot an ignorant look and started walking away.
He followed me and asked if he could help. Yes I said and handed him the moist school bag. It was heavy but he agreed and carried it through the empty corridors of school till the empty streets of my house.
We didn't talk to each other in the journey.
In front of my house, I took my bag. He whispered sorry again but this time I replied back to him saying It's ok. We exchanged a smile.
And then , it all started with a simple Sorry...
~Anshika��
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My submission for Fun Task #13 #daadisbae
#pod #mirakee #wn #readthisJ #writersnetwork
This is #fiction + #nonfiction ����
Thank you for such a beautiful prompt��
@unloved_poetries
And also a big thank you to all those who will completely read it. I love genuine readers.
PS : yeh lamba nahi bahut lamba h����.
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__saudade__
11w
Read More1. I'm trying my best to be the person I wish I had when I went through bad times, maybe I'm not succeeding but I'm trying.
2. When I say I'm fine, I'm not but I dont want to tell you because I feel like I'm a burden even though you may be genuinely ready to listen to me.
3. My social anxiety has stopped me from doing a lot of things I wish I did and I'm still struggling.
4. We should all stop being judgemental.
5. Please listen, I understand it takes a lot but please show some effort to listen, maybe thats all what someone needs today.
6. My smiles are fake most of the time.
7. I've never had someone to listen to me and I've bottled up too much that now, I'm too tired to explain everything that happened.
8. I'm always tired, mentally.
9. Parents have their own problems but find atleast an hour a day to listen to what your child is going through and be there for them.
10. Showing Racism and Sexism towards children from a very young age makes them feel inferior and superior according to their skin colour and gender, which causes a lot of problems in future, I've faced those and now there's a lot of unlearning going on.
11. The world could be a much much better place if we all just gave ourselves some time to sit and think, I'm trying and I feel everyone should too.
#tinsc @writersbay
@mirakee @writernetwork @writerstolli
Pc: @writersbayAll the things I never said
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ashamurali
11w
Read MoreToday is the birthday of the very celebrated and senior most mirakeean, Shri. R.Raghavendran. Everyone will agree that it is very difficult to match his poetic skills, enthusiasm, knowledge and above all his compassion that reflects on his writings.
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y @raghavendran sir
Hurrah! Hurrah! Today is your birthday!
Your poems brighten our lives every day,
We are all your greatest admirers
Celebrating your birthday is a huge honour.
You have poems on every imaginable topic,
each of which you so carefully choose and pick.
You are so approachable and down to earth,
Your comments are very precious and worth.
Being very kind and compassionate ,
your words influence, inform and educate,
You have a wonderful style of narrative ,
that keeps the audience always captive.
Indeed lucky and fortunate are we,
we celebrate your birthday with glee,
May you continue to give us positive vibes,
As always, inspire and bring cheer to our lives,
-Asha murali
28.10.2020
Please accept my best wishes on your birthday sir,
-:your fan and admirer asha murali.
#happybirthdayraghavendran
@writersbay @mirakee @writersnetwork #writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #readthisj #daadigotyourback
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Raghavendran -
colourfulgreys
11w
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ARE YOU JUST NORMAL?
Chasing after the elusive happiness, we don't even have a clarity as to the source of money to feed our families. Educated to be programmers and working overtime to get machines do the thinking for us, we have lost basic humanity.
Compassion is replaced by competition and empathy by envy.
What we created was a greed fuelled and decaying "Median Junta". Acceptable standards were created. All those things which were considered to be the normal were documented, either in scriptures or in minds. The number of those accepting and following these standards amounted to a huge number, they were to be called "Normal".
In any society, the badge of being "Normal" was bigger than anything, and a sure shot guarantee of a comfortable life. That also led to the creation of equally large margins. People falling out of this zone, that is, those above or below the median were the outliers, "Abnormal" janta. They were tormented and destined to a life of painful grinding.
The Median Junta rues the ultra-rich and despises the poor and the sick (more hate for the mentally sick). They secretly aspire to be extraordinary- to rise above the median but since that is a real challenge, they do not hesitate from creating insurmountable hurdles in the paths of those who are.
It would be very wise, though very painful too, and not at all easy, but still the most fulfilling decision you ever made, if you choose to disagree and belong in the median junta. If you choose to make yourself able to look into your eyes first, without guilt of letting it down.
If you follow love and compassion for others, not being ashamed of your looks, decisions and failures, choices and being OK with less money.
If you love yourself and do not fall in the trap of waiting for the special someone who would make you feel great and happy.
If you choose to be responsible for your well-being by doing whatever you do because you wanted to do it, not because you were dictated to do so.
If you could stand for the fallen and be caring and empathetic, and accept your faults and not be ashamed in saying sorry first.
Then, my friend, you are out of the race of the Median world and its mediocre junta.
© Harfkaar 27-10-20
BG: yuugi83 on IG
For my friend @yayinology
@writersnetwork #creativearena #selfmusingsofj.
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