supriya_nayak

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  • supriya_nayak 14w

    Often when I'm tired
    of the world,
    or when I no longer
    understand my own being,
    and the fantasies of
    the world turn futile as well,
    I open up a book,
    an ever-mysterious collection
    of verses and instances.
    In the soul of which,
    are lyrics imprinted
    every now and then.
    It's a long and straight route,
    which fades after
    a mile or so
    at the moment it forms.
    But when it's recalled,
    it seems a possession,
    as of a dream,
    which only I had.
    And in an instance,
    my eyes feel heavy,
    and all gets blurry
    when I see the cloudy days
    of my life and the shows that
    I've been through.
    But after a while,
    when I dare to turn its pages,
    It shows me the
    pretty days when
    I adorned the sky and valued it,
    how much talks had I had
    with the stars and the moon.
    how beautifully have the birds
    that visit me each morning
    adopted me,
    how the nature loves me,
    and how blessed I am
    to have all that is needed in life.
    And when I get to
    the last page,
    with heavy eyes and
    gigantic smiles,all mixed together,
    I could feel
    that my joys are way more
    than my sorrows.
    Hence,I close the book,my book,
    My book of memories.
    THANK YOU.
    @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee

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    A book of memories.

    Often when I'm tired
    of the world,
    or when I no longer
    understand my own being,
    and the fantasies of
    the world turn futile as well,
    I open up a book,
    an ever-mysterious collection
    of verses and instances.
    In the soul of which,
    are lyrics imprinted
    every now and then.
    It's a long and straight route,
    which fades after
    a mile or so
    at the moment it forms.
    But when it's recalled,
    it seems a possession,
    as of a dream,
    which only I had.
    And in an instance,
    my eyes feel heavy,
    and all gets blurry
    when I see the cloudy days
    of my life and the shows that
    I've been through.
    But after a while,
    when I dare to turn its pages,
    It shows me the
    pretty days when
    I adorned the sky and valued it,
    how much talks had I had
    with the stars and the moon.
    how beautifully have the birds
    that visit me each morning
    adopted me,
    how the nature loves me,
    and how blessed I am
    to have all that is needed in life.
    And when I get to
    the last page,
    with heavy eyes and
    gigantic smiles,all mixed together,
    I could feel
    that my joys are way more
    than my sorrows.
    Hence,I close the book,my book,
    My book of memories.
    THANK YOU.

    ©supriya_nayak

  • supriya_nayak 15w

    AN OCCASIONAL DOOR TO LIFE.
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    An occasional door to life.

    We all need it,
    If not always, then often.
    Shattered and broken sometimes,
    We need to open it,
    To enter into an arena,
    Full of what is
    Opposite to what
    We are going through.

    Imaginary or real,
    Whatever it is.
    But for a break,
    We knock it a several times.
    Replies do come sometimes
    But this sarcastic mind of us,
    Is too fluctuated
    To grasp what
    It offers.

    Yes,it exists
    A door to another world.
    But what's crucial is,
    It all lies in the mind.


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  • supriya_nayak 15w

    From the crushing of grapes to fermenting it,
    It's your first step till you succeed.
    The older the drink, richer is its color and taste.
    The longer the hardwork, the sweeter is success.
    Consumed less, in a sophisticated taste,
    So will you be, bothered less and voguish more.
    You know what a fine line between two things mean,
    Passion and obsession are but different.
    High doses could cause cancer but limited, got some benefits.
    To much of self obsession results in destruction too.
    May us all be like a glass of wine,
    Snazzy and sassy, but not fiend and brute.
    Let's spread healthiness, in a flashy taste,
    And not a passion too gross for demolition.

    #wine #glass #success #sophisticated #benefits #life
    @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

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    A glass of red wine.

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  • supriya_nayak 15w

    How comforting that pain is,
    When we pluck a flower,
    Or cut a tree,
    See them, beacuse they know,
    It's for human welfare.

    Is she mother earth?
    On whose body and soul,
    Have we dug and jumped,
    Dumped and spat?
    Still,they all soothe her.

    Or she's a mother
    Giving birth to her child,
    Seeing her dreams
    Coming true through her pains.

    A dad all day in his office,
    In need of rest,
    Returns home and,
    Still goes on entertaining his children.
    Isn't that pain comforting?

    What about a soldier?
    Who's standing,
    In the scorching heat
    And biting cold.
    Doesn't the pain soothe him?

    Let me not forget
    A child preparing for entrance,
    Sweaty head of him,
    Gives a peaceful sleep at night.
    Wasn't the pain worth it?

    #pain #soothe #strength #mother #father #soldier #tree #flower #earth #positivity #face
    #if_soothing_pain_had_a_face
    @mirakee @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld

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    If SOOTHING PAIN had a face.

    ALL THE PAIN WE HAVE IS GONNA SOOTHE US,NOW OR LATER.

    The reason of writing these few lines stand simple.
    We've been surrounded by amazingly strong people who carry on the pains in their life without even letting others know.
    I've mentioned way too less but important people up there.

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  • supriya_nayak 15w

    It's all in the mind.
    It shows not what you should see,
    But what you want to see.

    Such demented our mind is,
    To worries and pleasures of life.
    It seems all concentric,
    And head-reeling at the same time.

    Yet the fascination remains,
    Hope prevails and,
    That's why we
    Get up each day.

    Illusion is life,
    To what we're all captivated.
    It's false sometimes,
    Still we believe
    In the imaginary being of life.

    #illusion #life #pleasures #worries #mind
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    Illusion

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  • supriya_nayak 15w

    Down in a tiny of the tiniest
    Same as a granule of sand for you,
    I write
    And hope that you listen.

    I am your creation,
    Through two alluring souls.
    Surrounded by beautiful nature
    And love of you.

    Neither am I a soldier,
    Nor a terrorist.
    For which you'll remember me.

    Perhaps, I've knocked your door,
    Only when I needed help.
    But today,
    I need no alms.

    THANK YOU
    For making all my organs work properly,
    For not keeping me hungry,
    For giving me a roof,
    For letting me sleep peacefully, and
    For being there when no one else is.

    I will take a moment for,
    thanking you of a wonderful sky too see,
    untired sea to experience,
    swift breeze to feel,
    and green trees to live.

    This time, I need no reply.
    And only your ever-lasting love and blessings.
    This is the voice of all your creations
    Who have somewhat been
    Too busy in their lives.

    THANK YOU.

    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @mirakee_words
    #thankful #voice #lives #god #optimism #love #blessed #a_letter

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    Thankful

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  • supriya_nayak 15w

    Solitude was my companion,
    The setting sun on the horizon made me gay,
    The ever-high sky and the radiant stars
    Comprehended me,
    More than one ever had.

    Solitude was my dearest,
    I loved my shadow,
    I talked to the breeze,
    Merry was I ,
    More than I ever could.

    Solitude was my favorite,
    One of its kind,
    To me and it,
    Till I swayed,
    To the never-returning path,
    Of Love.

    #mirakee @writersnetwork
    #solitude #favorite #love

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    Solitude.

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  • supriya_nayak 18w

    It seemed dark to her,
    Evil and demonic.
    Besides, she had a vision;
    An everlasting arena of positivity and hopes.
    Little did she know what her vision had for her,
    She rose, walked and conquered.
    And that's how the story begun.
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  • supriya_nayak 79w

    Just as the creations of the nature comprehend each other, so does your soul needs to comprehend your body to create a beautiful human being. Difference in opinions on a particular incident or matter may lead to confusion and undesired decisions.
    The voice of the soul comes out each time you feel and think from your heart. It can be said that the heart makes a passage to reach your soul and to realise it is something, in which many of us fail. It's just about to understand yourselves and giving time to yourselves. If your inner selves keep up with you, you come out to be the most beautiful human being.
    #comprehend #heart #soul #nature #joy #beautiful
    @mirakee
    @writersnetwork

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    I see the stars twinkle,
    as if merry making among themselves.
    I see the waves bounce the shore,
    as if beating the drums.
    I see the trees flutter
    as if dancing joyfully.
    All of them comprehend each other to create a beautiful view of nature.
    (Read the caption)
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  • supriya_nayak 79w

    Since the day I've got sense about worldly affairs and feelings and thoughts,,, I personally have been a very shy person but the things I had experienced till today has taught me something. I don't know how much would it matter you but always speak out what you feel. Never ever keep anything inside your heart. You never know when everything gets over and you are alone on an island where you would be becoming mad to speak out,to scream out and there won't be anyone to listen to you. Therefore when you get the chance , speak out inspite of the person Infront of you,whatever he/she means to you,so that you don't repent in the future.

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    Once I feared that I would lose you on the basis of small fights,doubts and misunderstandings.
    But we weren't even able to express our feelings to each other, the fights which made me afraid that would take me away from you,never really happened,and that's where we drifted away,,,very..very..far!
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