I thought I won't write anything such, But I just have to let these words out today..
So tough, isn't it? To not think of all- -the people we hate, Of all those who did wrong, To think of all their; Misdeeds and iniquity.
No one is perfect; Neither are we, Yet to judge is a trait, We acquire from birth. Perhaps it isn't any wrong either, In calling people for; Things they did wrong. Yet why does it have to be, That way, I can't imagine; Why people have to live- -like that, in the end, when; All what matters is some land, To bury you forever, Not a speck of you left; Nor do you carry anything- -you own, to the grave.
You think of your manoeuvre, The ackers you made, But you don't spend any, Neither on those who succoured you up. What do you think, Aren't you dead already; Panting on a myriad of wishes, Waiting forever to work on them, Yet afraid of the fact, That you'd only disappear someday; Into this nothingness that you- -so fear to embrace.
You deserved a lot better, To give to the people you loved, But you withered it all away, Not caring whether or not; There'd be someone to shed, Tears of grief on the day you part; Off from this world into the unknown- -of an after life void; You can know nothing about anyhow.
So why don't you live well, When you know, you're only- -From your grave O holy; Always just one step away.
An epileptic fit.... Affecting the better of my thoughts, rather than senses #random (not from a medical prospective though)
Starlight illumined my skies, Dark suddenly uncloaked, It's pellucid side. In a flash of light, My heart skipped a beat, And off I drifted into sleep, Yet my eyes were open-wide; Evincing this notion- an illusion.
Cheers echoed at my ears, My vision a sketchy blur; The wind chiming at it's peak, Yet all I listen to is- -some faint murmur; Of my own thoughts, Reverberating within my unfilled mind.
I saw the hourglass, and in it; The sand, that kept falling, But my mind held forth, On the moment of no passing. My mind's fingers kept flipping, Through the pages of my monologue: "At this juncture draped- -with a fortuity of existence" Read the epithet; Of my befuddled state.
A vague abstraction, This, I knew, yet; My senses took- -no rationale at stake, For I was living in a Chimera; My oculi ajar, yet- -my soma taking only a siesta.
Night or day, I knew not; The moment was a sovereign whole. My eyes beheld a vision obscured; Like a gossamer web, The moment spun me around; Fulfilling like a myriad of wishes, Such was the eloquence; Of the aberrant hour..
Drunk in emotions to my brim, from an amazing read (Not a poetic translation though, I simply tried to summarize it in my own words) #note_to_myself
Sometimes fate is nothing but a storm..
Sometimes fate is nothing but a storm.. You can't hide from it, nor escape it; The more you run away, the more it chases you. You change your way, the storm adjusts too.. You play the same game over and over, like some age-old tradition. In your mind you say "That's a terrible storm", but you know you're playing with it all the same. You don't like it, but you let it take over; There's no way you can get across it without having it destroy you. So you let it blow you off.. But it doesn't, why? Because this storm isn't something coming from outside or somewhere far away; This storm is you; it's all inside of you. So all you can do is to step right inside it; Close your eyes, plug-in your ears if you feel you can't take it no more. But go on, and walk through it; Taking one step at a time.. There ain't any sense of direction, No stars to look up to, No moon gazing at you.. Just a wavering wind, chiming at your soul, testing the best inside you; The storm keeps on blowing, Swirling your insides, up into the dark sky. That's the kind of storm you're in, Or more like, supposed to imagine yourself in.. Go on now, Feel the pressure of the wind against your skin; Let it draw closer, even if you feel it's going to swallow you up, You've got to make it through.. This violent, symbolic, metaphysical storm; That'll cut through you like a thousand blades. Go on, bleed with it, touch that blood with your very hands. For once the storm is over, you won't remember how your survived it. You won't even be sure if it's over yet. ~The only thing certain is You'll cease to be person you were before you stepped into it~ And that's precisely what this storm is all about.
// Sometimes I wonder.. // ** cones, rods- Photoreceptor cells of eyes photopic view- Day time vision scotopic view- Night time vision **
I'm not color blind, or am I ?
Perfectly functional cones, And a sublime photopic view. Yet obscuring my vision orbs forever; Are different shades of grey hue. Sensitive to dark, My rods seem to apprise; My senses to the scotopic view. Yet I see the moon, in blends anew; Of a mutually exclusive; Golden turquoise.. Perhaps it's a misnomer, Vision of color, they say; Or maybe I'm a loner, Seeing through all, But veils of fluttering silvers; Even in the sunlit of a day.
I still wonder if what they say is still true: " I'm not colorblind, Or am I? "
//Being half way through the book called "The Zahir" and mirakee putting up the #illusion challenge, I couldn't think of a better time for this..// (My apologies if this sounds crazy, for I've included mostly my own feelings in this regard..) -
Tired of all the mundane, Thoughts drenched in the ambivalence of every tomorrow; Disquietude looming over my head; A being called me bereft of verve, Wandering about in the dark spiral of this quotidian world.
All in a resplendent spark it blew, The consummation gripping at my feet; Dripped in the rain as I stood, The sky grimacing at my long figure, Casting a lone shadow in the dark of the night.
I let the spark carry me away, To the horizon I couldn't yet perceive, Untill my gaze could adjust to the effulgent brilliance, That reflected back from your constellation, Giving my grey skies the purple hue of life.
You took over my being like I was always yours, Every object in my vision is now you alone, For all eternity my eyes shall behold. Embracing you within my then empty heart, I'm now filled with this magic love.
Every word I write is now for you, A part of my soul has it become, Madness they call it, I call you my zahir, For I know it isn't just an illusion, But a truth, my every breathe now behold.
You're the oasis of my desert, The ocean I've cried my tears into, The songs you sing, the librettos you create; Every word you speak, I shall abide by, For you're the sun that keeps my realm alive.
We shall forever live together in a world that doesn't exist, Laughing our hearts out in this paradox of a world, Maybe someday we'll meet or maybe not, Yet I'm ready to give it my all, For this is my paradise of moonlit sojourn.
// You've hidden yourself for long enough; Now it's time to come into view ~ Come alive! // #note_to_myself
Everyone is ceasing to live, It's not just you. Sweetly dipping in the sauce of laze, Living every day under carte blanche; All inside a gallipot of endless immune.
You've become so acclimated to this long siesta, You forgot there's a whole battle to win. Feeling the noise of wind blasting at your ears, To a kiss full of pleasure and allure; Tell when you're done with this, all.
If you've waken up now, Come round and about to face the starlight. Tasting the soft touch of the hazily lit tapers, Smudging the picture with secrets new; Let me take you to that beautiful place of no adieu.
The path trodden leaves it's mark, Footsteps brazzened by a love so sweet, The sky spreading like an extravaganza lot; You savour every color as if it were your own, Sniffing the perfume of my dewy leaves.
SURMOUNTING FEARS -Mahek Shah Stood by the pool, gasping People's thesis, one can't overcome Fears, unless facing 'em What if, the pool swallows me whole, When I break smokescreen of fears, Prerequisite of survival's vital, post tour de force, for the thesis to be proved! If it's a wormhole to a parallel universe, If vortex of moisture smuggles me To the demon merchants?
Electric blue waters, high voltage, Zealous to electrocute, through easy Potential difference, the wave splashes, Against the shore, Roaring Dragons' realm, I try, hiding, but the chameleon's safety hunches won't work, against this ultimate Predator, willing to gulp it, final move. Neurons, decelerating transmission of Valuable tricks to survive, to the Brain, Urging me to abort the deadly stunt.
The audacity of my soul, threw me into The hunting waters, deeper than Mariana Trench, architect of my own catastrophe, Stars, nebula, thunders, my fumbles, flashing through the mere eyes, realizing what just hit. Chilling liquid, tryin to burst me off, Pressure of a black hole, as said by Archimedes, yet, as transient as OTPs, I pounced back, my fears in an awe, Tarted with pain, failed at daunting my Willpower. Swam on surface, Sun applauding me, Fear's smoke tastes sweet, maiden victory merrier, Once sanguinity's path is clear, People's thesis were true, am alive to narrate you this tale. _________________________________________________ Picture from Pinterest @shashagilbert_@sangfroid_soul@soulfulstirrings@jeelpatel@shaiz_fs#ceesreposts
CELEBRATION °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Heyya Mirakeeans... It's the most auspicious and blessed day celebrating the HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY of our sweetest, brightest, ever-shining @u_star aka Uma Trivedi. Guys! Shower your love and choicest blessings upon her. The Birthday Girl deserves everything best today and everyday...!! ✌️
°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° STAR ISBORN ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•
The world was blessed with your beauty on this very special day. Thankyou for being so truly great with the amazing personality you potray.
Your grace cannot be matched as it's unique in every way. Your heart cannot be snatched as you give love freely anyway.
What I wish for you is for all your dreams to come shining true. What I pray for you is for your love, success, which is overdue.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you from someone who truly appreciates you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to you for all the good work that you always do.
Dear Uma, I want to wish you a splendid HAPPY BIRTHDAY. We don't see each other, but I hope everything is okay. You're growing to become the lovely one I know you can be. I'm so fortunate to have a friend like you who's gentle, loving & sweet.
You're the kind of person who always offers a helping hand. We're miles away from each other, but the bond we share will never end. Never getting to you will be a difficult test, But our everlasting friendship is what I will never forget.
I won't forget about all the things you've brought to my year; Long-lasting happiness and contenting cheer. I never knew that all of these blessings could all come true. But my life has been better, and it's all because of you.
Where you are right now, I pray that you're happy and safe. I don't know your status, but I hope things are going your way. I know for a fact that God will strengthen you and help you to be stronger. I pray my friend, that no weapon formed against you will prosper.
Want to wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. In the most noble way. Your day will be decked with gold. Mirth and felicity would not leave you cold.
To you, success will belong. Wherever you go, prosperity will follow along. You gave me happiness as you could. Therefore, I give mine as I should.
Nothing will make you sad. Firmly you shall stand. Blessings from your heavenly father will propel you further.
You shall find gladness in your dreams. They will come as streams. You will never loose your wills. Finally, you will be as bold as the hills.
Want to wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY. In the most noble way...!!
My heart sank into a bunch of memories.. Please save meee..!! Am drowning into the deep part of my eternal dream.. Please dont neglet..please don't go apart..!! This world is breaken into fragments.. I wanna go along with you..dont worry Ill be with you just like a secret.. -Mehak Vishwakarma
When I think about all of the things that I’ve been through, I’m usually the main problem. When I think about trying to get better, I’m usually in my own way. When I’m stuck in one place and I can’t escape, you’re always pulling me out. When I fall in love again, you’re going to be right next to me.
When I break again, you’re going to be there you’re going to piece me back together and we’re going to smile about it. When I’m down and out, you’re a comedy skit away from making me laugh and I’m full of misery, but as long as you’re close to me I won’t be too far from healing properly and yeah, I do love you I guess we were meant for this, sometimes the universe makes a mistake, but this wasn’t it. We were meant to meet.
I’ve been listening to the apologies slow dancing through the silence dripping from your lips. I’ll take an extra cup of tears with my nightmares tonight while tossing on the floor another level closer to what beats for your heart. it’s the tortured ones I love the nights that can’t tell a hole from footprints in the rain, the clouds moving to tan another glossy season. we’ll forget the harm May did to June, but just because I’m distant doesn’t mean I’m gone.
If I never love anyone like I love you right now, I’m just glad I loved someone like I loved you. the storms like to rage when I’m alone, the phone likes to ring when I’m not home and yeah I’m always here, but I’m never all the way there. my mind likes to bend my reality, I like to destroy myself when I’ve got nowhere else to run you slowly become more of yourself, break the things that you don’t want and buy yourself a new identity.
I’ve been living in ink for so long, I can’t imagine myself without a few pockets filled to the top of the glass with a poem or two and you can add that to the pain we’ve been feeling if you plan to leave, then write two letters and I’ll give you a fake address. One for who I used to be, I’ll never read it. Another for who I will be without you, you’ll never see us again.
P.s - Sometimes you forget who you really are because you have so many different versions of yourself. When you find someone whose seen all those versions and still wants to be around you, keep them close.
A flower that blossomed under marshy grounds A gem that shone like a star An angel from the devil of dark An unfortunate illness... Made her petals wilt and dry and fall of.. Losing colours, losing hearing drums.. At the age of two with no clue.. As a child who never felt love, except her mother's cuddling, A savior thought her things which made feel her what is love... She never felt love. But aired love on everybody.. It made her understood love isn't physical.. Nature lover, geography lover, but never felt anything physically.. Never felt colours of her life.. But dreamt a colourful life.. The three days in her dreams of living a normal life.. Seemed a blissful happenings for her.. Faced dreadful problems with bad dreams of her life, Almost gave up herself on everything because of criticisms. But her savior never told her to loose hope and faith which strengthened her.. Never followed anybody else.. But only her passion.. Never gave up on writing.. Stood up again and again.. Achieved a dream as a writer and inspiration for everybody. . Rose a gold in even in her old age.. Until her last breathe.. Until her eighties.. At her last stage of eighties reaching Almighty, Drawing admiration in everybody..
Hellen Keller: a flower who wilted and blossomed again
She is an extrovert but introvert of emotions. He was nerdy writer. They met through common friend in a icecream parlor and he felt strange about her. they both always agreed on same thing and soon thier Friendship grew to love. Little did she know his love for her was poison. She never got herself attached to anything or anyone until that point when he made her feel special. She fell in love with him , his writing, his words his everything.. she got herself emotionally attached to him. He was her weakness. He was her world.. she was ready to go against the world for him.. she was ready to let go of everything that mattered to her a lot. Transformation that she underwent to be with him did not matter to him at all. He underwent different transformation. She accepted his inner demon as hers own. Even when he was not famous she was his inspiration and motivation. His writing got better. he always said his journey with her is gonna be the book (7 promises) that he will write . When people asked why so specific of number 7, his answer was simple, it implies number of letters in both their names were 7. she never thought she is just gonna be a chapter in his book like other chapter. He broke up with her abusing her with words she would be hurt most.. she was termed as "emotionless stone hearted person".. he taught her love, gave her hope, promised and gained her trust and was the one to break her heart. Post breakup she became the person she hated the most! What happened between them that made him to break up with her? What happened later? What did she do? Story to be continued...
"O Ganymede! O li'l bairn! O young Trojan dynast, With those aesthetic stares, And thy august persona, Thou hast roused me, Insomnolence hast struck me, I, Zeus, the thunderbolt, Now, wants to awash meself, In the pulchritude of thee, Come, in the Elysium of mine, And let me love, till perpetuity",
The adolescent lad, Chaperoned by the leader of the Mount Olympus, Stepped in the divine paradise,
A cupbearer, for the Olympians, He was; on the behest of 'Aquila' His ambrosial, beatific Crater, Served syrupy, honeyed nectar, For ages, as an hierodule would,
But, the human he was, Couldn't abide, he was dolorous, Zeus, albeit be the Lord, Couldn't love the boy as much,
In conclusion, Ganymede dared, To leave His deity; tired he was, He splashed the dew, his holy water, Onto the orb below, the Earth, A deluge, did his bleak spirits bring,
Jupiter, empurpled by rage, Wanted to chatise his slave, But he couldn't, he just couldn't, For his reminescences told him, That he had been a lot hostile, And merciless to the child,
At long last, Zeus enunciated, "O scion of the worthy Troy, I sacralize thee, bless thee, That you shalt be known, As the pétillant gleamy Aquarius, The noble constellation, Undying and imperishable",
//Thus, Aquarius, the water bearer, still shines, with his cup of dew//