Mirakee
AND WHOEVER SAID
"SHARING IS CARING"
MUST HAVE NEVER LAID HIS EYES ON THE LAST SLICE OF PIZZA
swapnilsen
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swapnilsen
12w
Through the corner of my eye
I feel a drop, falling away
Seeping into the pillow
As I type 'Okay'
Miles away, I watch her
Slipping away from my life
Is this the end?
My brain strifes.
Eventuality I had seen coming
The charm, ruined by distance
Attraction and passion, fading away
Love , a questionable existence.
Love, she says she does.
Appeal, she says has faded
Deserving, she says she isn't
Life, she says is a bitch.
"I love you", we type again.
Promising to meet, as soon as we can.
As love stays, to breathe again
To cry again, to live again.
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swapnilsen
16w
Being away from home in Diwali hits hard.
Social media makes it harder. -
swapnilsen
25w
Wearing a mask keeping your nose out is the second most stupid thing.
Posting screenshots of your birthday wishes in insta stories still tops the charts -
India will cry to another song tonight
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swapnilsen
43w
Under the rattling fan
Stretching the body, sipping my can
I look outside, eyeing the span
Some shattered dreams, some broken plans.
Of all big things to fear
A tiny germ made it near
Exploding like the nuclear
Breaking people, Bringing tears.
City of millions, silently fights
Wearing masks, staying insides
Keeping essentials and hope beside
Singing pain yet dreaming to rise.
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swapnilsen
51w
The Sand and the Sea
As devoid as they can be
Some pints of beer
And homies to cheer
Opening the book of memories
Wanting the moments to freeze -
It's when you celebrate your first birthday away from home and friends is when you realise how your life has changed.
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swapnilsen
68w
जिसका महीनों किया इंतज़ार
वो पल चंद मिनटों में कट गए
और ज़िंदगी आगे बढ़ गई।
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swapnilsen
71w
College gives you the best of friends. Everywhere else, you just have to pretend that you're friends.
©swapnilsen
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तुम सो गए मैं जगती रही,
मैं रात आधी हो गयी,
हर बात बासी हो गई,
सिरहाने में जो सारा दिन रखे हुए,
अब थक गयीं, बस चुप रहीं।
मैं शब्द फिर बुनने लगी,
बस रात अब ढलने लगी,
फिर करवटों में गुज़ार दी,
ये जो रात थी बस पहाड़ सी।
फिर आँसुओ का लिहाफ़ था,
फिर अंगुलियों के पोर पर
हफ़्तों का हिसाब किताब था।
मैं लिख रही थी फिर से कुछ
जो लिखा पहले भी कई बार था।
एक रात फिर से कट गई
एक रात फिर से उस पार थी।
© Bhumika katyayan -
the_moonflower
78w
The 3 Hs
Be good and you will go to Heaven
Be bad and you will go to Hell
But there is a place where everyone will accept you for all your perfection and flaws
That place is called Home!
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side_effects_of_overthinking
79w
Read MoreAnd when the downs are there,
And everyone turns their back,
When it's tough to look in the mirror back,
When it rains hard and the sun ditches you,
I promise to write a poem for you,
In whites and greens,
That smells of the 4 pm coffee,
A little dusk and dark clouds.
To calm down those raindrops racing down your windowpane,
And those too that race down your cheeks
When the air smells of damp old notebooks,
And regret,
And your failures
I promise to write a poem for you
That sounds like the kids chuckling in your backyard,
Like a knock at your door,
Like the jingle of wind chimes back at home.
A poem that sounds like nursery rhymes
Or an 90s ad jingle,
A poem that will make you smile.
So when everything goes wrong
I still promise to write you a poem
That'd look like the picture of white flowers
You clicked back in those happy times.
© Bhumika katyayan
#pod @writersnetwork @mirakeeWhen the air smells of damp old notebooks,
And regret,
And your failures
I promise to write a poem for you
That sounds like the kids chuckling in your backyard,
Like a knock at your door,
Like the jingle of wind chimes back at home.
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उदास रहतीं है आजकल ये बारिशें,
अब कोई कागज की किश्तियाँ तैराने नहीं आता।
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The sky is just a reference point,
the higher you set it,
the higher you fly.
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the_moonflower
82w
I believe there exists a fairyland that we humans have never explored yet.
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Art isn't an escape,
It's itself a home to so many abandond souls.
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Artists
Are
Destined
To
Create
Immortality
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I have a dream
A small one
Of having a little house of mine
With wooden bookshelves,
Numerous books
And open varandahs
With bamboo chairs in them.
I wish for a little ordinary life
With spare afternoons
When i could rest my head on your chest
And read poetries to you
And see you slowly falling asleep.
I want to put the pieces of my heart
Between the pages of books
And forget them there.
I have old school dreams
Of unfenced frontyards
With marrigolds and hibiscous planted in them.
I want to have windows
In east, west, and south too
So I can have my sunshine whole day
I see the little things of life as privillages
Shed on all
But only few tressure them.
I see people running
And getting nowhere
And sometimes I see people
Sitting on their terrace in evening
And talking aobut the beauty of sunset.
And only the latter makes me like life.
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The girl who loves blue
She paints her walls blue
And wears blue sneakers to every outing
The girl who loves bules
Over all pinks and reds
Blue, the colour of oceans
The vastness of sky
peace of her flowers
Curtains of her room.
Blue! the colour of his eyes
And shirt he wears to her every time.
Blue, for her is a place between
Light and dark
Life and death
Sunrise and sunset.
Blue, the ink of her father's last letter
Blue, the blessings
The energy
The love.
Blue,
The happiness,
The nostalgia of her broken paintbrush.
Blue the colour of survivors
And warriors
Of shiva
Of krishna.
Blue the colour of her brusied knees
Blues that she shrugs off and keeps walking
Blue the cover of her favourite novel
Blue the colour of her unsung pains.
©Bhumika katyayan
