Memories trapped inside photographs Warm piece of wool stored in cupboards And those essence of the ode so old Strangely they whispered, "Why we never change?"
And strangely I'd reply, "Cause you're not living." Neither you can breathe air of betrayal Nor can you sense the warmth of love Neither can you taste this handful of care Nor can you care for bounty of acumen But you can heal others cause you can't change.
And then I'd smile and wonder If that's what makes us human?
//Mismatched Astrophiles// Look at the lights blooming one by one, There are red ones, blue ones and yellow ones This colorful moment lying just in front of our eyes but maybe, not for some, I believe Because when this lights from these concrete buildings will dissappear, There would be couple of people gazing to this lovely moon seeking for tranquility. There are selenophiles, some seeking for hope and others filled with hope for the next rising sun. The white moon rising from the black clouds
Sorry if it doesn't make any sense to you But thanks for reading tho I can finally say that this is my last post of this year. Happy New Year (in advance, -_-) to everyone here. I hope the path ahead, despite having tons of problems in your life, will have a path which may lead to tackle and clear all the difficulties of yours Goodbye to this harsh yet a lesson-giving year. #mirakee#writersnetwork
//Journey of a strong soul// Black and white world Colorful you exist Alone in this arena Standing still with strong fists Falling on tough grounds Tougher you've become Breaking the prejudices A long way you've come Looking back no more Ahead lies the sun Shining bright and bright Your present days with fun
Back then you were A sapling from a seed so different Physically so normal Yet mentally so precedent Huffed by people Leaving you black and white scars Carrying them till now The bravest you are
NOTE : WHOLE WRITEUP IS JUST TAKEN FROM A SONG NAMED "ALAG AASMAAN" BY ANUV JAIN. CHECK IT OUT IN YOUTUBE One of the best song for me. __________________________
// Nayi nayi hai ye baatein wahi Phir iss mod par hum mile hain Naa jaane ab milenge hum kabhi To ruk jao ik pal yaha pe.... // . Autumn leaves falling off from their origins and then there you are standing under this sweet old tree shedding your tears. Like those leaves, you will leave soon your grounds of comfort and jump in an arena called "World" Even those talks we shared, which were boring then, seems to be captivating in this charismatic event of nature. I wish they capture us here for a while as I say "To ruk jao ik pal yaha pe". . .
// Ye narm chadaron ki silvatein Tujhe abhi bula rahi hain Naa jao dur inse yeh kahein, Ye sukoon kaha pe hai haasil? // . Those soft beds of grass still has the trails of yours, maybe they won't be there tomorrow but in my heart they always will remain as a soft pinch. These blemishes will ache in me, the day you won't touch them. They'll always call you and ask for some time, with you. As I ask, "Ye sukoon kaha pe hai haasil?" I expect you to answer because your heart full of emotions knows it very well but this moment demands you not to. . .
// Dil ko mere, ye hai pata, Ke milon ka ye faasla hai Alag Aasman bhi hai to kya? Ye dil naa maane // . Nights when I was right over the moon and the mornings where I carried hopes hides me from the fact we are surrounded with. The psyche of mine knows it very well but my heart still chooses to rely on my lovely assumptions. Even if there are thousands of different beliefs, of yours, of mine, of people but as I say, "Ye dil naa maane" . .
//Ye gaadiyon ki esi daud sa Tera bhi dil daudta hai Haan jaa rahe ho door tum, to kya? Mai hi hu dil ka musafir // . You're a very bright light running from a galaxy of simplicity to a galaxy of subtleness and your heart follows you. But then there is me, unlike you, who follows his heart which follow yours' Yes I am a traveller who would love to stay on your heart. As I say, "Mai hi hu dil ka musafir" . .
// Toh ik baar phir tu haske zara Dekh le meri in aankhon mein Main kaid kar loon har wo pal tera Teri ye baatein. Jo hain...... To aur kya hai ye baatein bata? Kyu ab din bhi dhalta nahi ye na ho to? // . The pages in my diary starts rustling when this zephyr of memories comes running from my window straight in my heart. There are smiles of yours described in my diary and the eyes of yours delineated by me but they still can't match the gleaming eyes of yours. Despite a diary all I remain is with emptiness because you're infinity. And when you go, I'll still write wondering, "Kyu ab din bhi dhalta nahi ye na ho to?" . .
// Tum udhe jaa rahe Ye aasmaan mein khidkiyon se dekh tu pahadon ko Yoon chote se lagey Hai kitne bade jo ho saamne. Dur jo hai khade Unhe bhi ye humari zindagi Yoon titliyon si choti choti si lage Hai kitni badi nahi jaante // . Yes you'll go flying like a bird, away from her home or like those delicate dandelions you'll leave but to my heart evrything seems small enough to be worked out but the truth engulfs me too. Every problems seems so small untill it isn't faced and this emotional fool always will neglect this. To the world it is small but then the raw emotions are just large enough to not be felt by everyone, as we say, "Hai kitni badi nahi jaante" . .
// Khaali ghar tera, Yeh chaabiyon ki goonj aise Tujhe daraa rahi, tu darna nahi Mai hoon yahin par // . Somethings aren't required to be understood and this desolation is just like that. They scare us, they hurt us, they take us to the extreme and we, we learn, we fight and at the end we accept it. And this drift in our life, of yours and of mine, has already taught us acceptance because all we accepted for the both of us is, "Mai hoon yahin par" . .
Ab Alag Aasmaan hai Aur hai zamin bhi kuch alag si Par miloge jab kabhi, jo dekhna tabhi Mai kuch alag nahi..... . . Farewell The writeup is inspired, Picture credit - From pinterest.
// When you come // When you come leaving all your tension behind Bring some cookies of love we shared together Beckoning buildings of love we built together We would sit near each other
When you come showing your back towards all your bads Make sure you have your fresh start ahead, I'm happy you had stolen some hours from your life For me and for you spending some quality time.
Make sure you bring new clothes of secrets you wear Which we would wear in front of each other. Bring not the clock showing all our bad times Let's be a slugabed and wonder of dreams we saw each other in.
Vocabulary: Sonoluminescence - collapsing of a bubble underwater with a Soundwave creating bright light. However no one exactly knows why does it happen. . . . Howdy Writers (I don't know what exactly have I wrote so read or not still will be thankful to you all) @mirakee@writersnetwork
Pondering over the thoughts Of what I got or what I lost I took my old pen, and began to wrote The words, weaving a warm blanket of memories were falling apart Making it ardous to hold the fragile thread of words It was slipping down my hands repeatedly Making it extremely difficult to explain the misery of my heart Memories of a loved one Who made me believe that warm blankets do exists That the threads of mere words could be turned into a warm cloak I again mustered up all the courage and stopped myself from thinking about a sojourner A sojourner who was part of journey A journey which is not over A journey which I will complete with my woven blanket I again picked my pen And started weaving a new journey of eternal peace and happiness.
Sojourn For Time ___________________________________________________
Spring, summer, autumn, winter sunder
Each is same, since I became your blunder
A thorn in my mind, thoughts shaken asunder
Slithering nightmares that pull me under
On the edge of Styx's currents, I flounder
Never tasted life, since it's mine you plunder
Shouldn't have ever loved you, now I wonder
Since I've met you, all you've ever done
Overall is use me and have some fun
Just another heart! , it's how you seem to run
Once I thought you were the much coveted "One"
Utopia of lies, held at the point of your gun
Ruin me once again, for, to you I am no one
Null void of a heart, a sojourn which time has outrun
NOTE: For those who are not so familiar with Ben 10 Mana: pronounced as "maina" in the show, mana is the spiritual life force energy which Gwen beholds to perform magical artefacts, talismans, spells. Dr. Paradox: Dr. Paradox is a scientist and a time traveller. He not only travels in time but also in different dimensions and multiverses. Azmuth: The creator of omnitrix and is a Galvan from the Galvan prime planet. Rust bucket: An extremely fast spaceship which also functions as a submarine when required and is used by Kevin, Gwen and Ben for their missions.
"No, forever knights won't ever take this risk!" Ben exclaims with confidence. "But you never know." Gwen added while managing to hold the sword in the air with her magic. Her green eyes turn magenta as she tries to discover the traces of people around it. "Do you see anything, Gwen?" Kevin questions. "No, nothing. It seems like someone has completely erased all that it had." "You mean someone who knows mana has done it." Ben makes a guess.
"Yes" Gwen agrees with Ben. "Do you think Charmcaster is with them?" Kevin says while turning his metallic appearance to human skin. "I don't think so because then I would feel her energy around. I always keep track on her."
While they are in the midst of sorting this mystery of the sword, something extremely rapid enters the room turning it all dark. "Benjamin Tennyson! You shouldn't be wasting time like this when things are turning ugly." the man stops between them right after entering the hall with high acceleration along with a stopwatch placed in his palms. "Dr. Paradox!"Just when Ben exclaims his name, the omnitrix scans Dr. Paradox's body and a message from Azmuth appears on omnitrix.
"Return the omnitrix as soon as possible, I need to fix it for you to have better controls because you won't be able to fight it with the powers you have now. Report to Galvan prime as soon as possible and for that Dr. Paradox will explain the details." The message ends with Azmuth's creaky voice, the omnitrix detaches from Ben's wrist and dissapears in thin air.
"Something serious is up." Ben utters while covering his empty wrist with his other hand while staring with his green eyes at Dr. Paradox.
Kevin rushes outside and shouts,"I'll get the rust bucket ready!"
PS: If possible, please imagine the characters from Ben 10 ultimate alien because I have written this keeping them in mind. Let me know, if you want me to continue with the series because I find it funny that I have written this. Not sure if the next part will be out or not.
'As God is the Creator of all.., And the Ultimate power permanent in all forms.., All other things are temporary so they are sojourn.., And we all are related with them as sojourner.., Do friendship with everything one by one.
Do friendship.., With life.., And it will.., Surely forwarding.., Our life-ship on shore.
Do friendship.., With time.., And it will.., Surely supporting.., Our strengths.
Do friendship.., With family.., And it will.., Surely caring.., Our needs.
Do friendship.., With road.., And it will.., Surely directing.., Our destination.
Do friendship.., With nature.., And it will.., Surely nurturing.., Our path.
Do friendship.., With goodness.., And it will.., Surely captivating.., Our deeds.
Most importantly do friendship.., With your own.., And you will.., Surely knowing.., Your aim.
Must be the season of loss. My gut's stirred up, my head's a toss. I can feel it deep down in my bones. I don't need a calendar, to alert me to the loss I feel. I'm living in a perpetual world of pain. A procession revolving around this earth. And, I just can't seem to jump off this rotting plane.