Mirakee
Sometimes, i wish we could get off this facade of smiles, and make people fall in love with what we hold in ourselves-- make them fall for our grief.
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*humorously insane* | Humans are a disease and humanity is the cure, pretty ironic,huh?|
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Will read y'all soon. :)
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I have
always loved
the glooming stars
so indulgently
to be timorous
of the
night.
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Samjhe bhidu?��
Ps- aurrrr, haan mene toh kabhi khud ko bura nhi samjha hai.����
Tum agar samjte ho toh, tum apne upar yeh lekskte ho.(ᵔᴥᵔ)Kabhi apne aap ko bura math samjhna aur naa hi bura kehna, kyunki yeh bolne k liye tumhare rishtedaar ne theka le rakha hai. xD
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// What do you do when things don't go, the way you planned them to go? //
So, the above question was asked by someone to me, hence, this was my answer to 'em.��❤️
And i hope y'all to go through this perspective like mine.
Happy Sunny and Bright Day, pals!✨
@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbayThings almost never go as planned. The only thing that gives you peace is you, did your best, that you left no stone unturned, that you had the purest of intentions and that there is nothing more you could.
When you reached that point, result becomes inconsequential because you have no regrets.
Just peace!
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Picture credits: Self.�� (Haan, I added some contrast colors while editing ��)
P.s- also, editing is not everyone's cup of tea! ����When trust catches rust, maladies make their way into the heart, which no love can cure.
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Find happiness in little things, 'cause happiness needs to be find. On the other hand, sadness is all around. Sadness is within us, it can be assessed only if we feel.
So, what I am trying to convey here is, be happy with what you have, feel contended with what you have 'cause you never know what might happen in the next.
~Cheer-up!
~Think positive!
~Self motivation plays a very important role in one's life!
~Spread positivity everywhere, so that people could learn from you!
~Be a super idol for others! (Everyone must say: "arey woh dekho, iske waise bano, kitna achcha/acchi hai ye, he is definitely an example for everyone")�� hai na? Sshshsh, silence now. :P
~Learn good things, read good books, read our prophet's biography!
~Try to be good listener! Don't always be a blabbermouth. A listener needs a good listener too!
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Have a Blessed, Healthy and a Wonderful Day, ahead! ��❤️��
P.S- Haan, aaj ka gyaaan hai, sunlo aur amal (follow) bhi krlo, aur haan mein bhi krungi aur karti hi hun humesha!����
P.P.S - Also rate my background!����
@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay #pod #mirakeeFind happiness in little things, 'cause happiness needs to be find. On the other hand, sadness is all around. Sadness is within us, it can be assessed only if we feel.
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Assalamualaikum/ Hola beautiful souls!
Hope y'all are having a great, blessed day.
So, wanted to share some beautiful reminders.
��Read.
��Spread deen.
��Follow the right paths of seeratul mustaqueem.
�� Share with ya friends.
��Gain knowledge about deen.
��Enlighten ya friends who are unaware of these tiny things.(reminders)
��You will definitely gain rewards in jannah, in Sha Allah!
There you go.������������
6 ways to EARN EVEN AFTER DEATH:
1. Give a copy of Qur'an to someone.
Each time one reads from it, you will gain sawab.(rewards)
2. Donate a wheelchair to a hospital. Each time a sick person uses it you will gain sawab.
3. Participate in building a masjid or donate money for a new masjid to be built.
4. Place a water-cooler in public places.
5. Plant a tree. You gain whenever a person or animal sits in its shade or eats from it.
6. And the easiest of all, "share this message with everyone". as it's Sadq_e_jaariyah. ������
May Allah (SWT) grant hidayat to each one of us, may we all follow the right path of seeratul mustaqueem.
Ameen. SummaAmeen!
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P.S. don't just simply hit like, do read the entire piece in caption and Spread. Cuz I know, many of us just skip the long written captions.
JazakAllah!��
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Thanks a bunch for the kind read and like! @writersnetwork ����❤️❤️READ CAPTION.
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#artquill @writersnetwork aap dekhna chahogey WN ji?��
Shayad aap sabhi ko pasand aaye!?����
Last year ki hai. ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ
PS- ignore my writing.��(but my writing is good ��, haa..pata nhi woh yahan pe achi kyun nyi aayi)��©the_silhouettes
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Picture credits to the rightful owner.✨Amongst all the prose, you were my only poem in which i can scribble tons of pages about you!
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Stop thinking that all are same. No, they aren't!
Have seen people stabbing behind one's back. Back-biting, bitching others etc etc. It's not so easy to trust anyone so easily. People hold grudges till their death, yes , *till their death*. They never repent themselves, they only know how to initiate the fight/argument or whatever. They never apologize first, never try to initiate peace, just poke their bloody nose bekar ka.
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Anyway, i was just sharing this just for the sake of knowledge ke don't trust anyone blindly.. But still we cannot assure how the opposite person is. Isn't it!?
So don't assume that everyone has a heart like you.
Thank you for the read.��
PS- You may skip it. Cuz it's not any gyaan or whatever you call.�� I felt like sharing with you all , to make you aware how there are people who live with two faces. *sigh*
So that you don't have to trust them blindly!
God bless! ✨✨✨
PPS- so sorry for not being active, apologies for not responding to the tags. Kinda occupied in my college projects. I'll definitely read each one of you, once I'm free. ��
Don't wanna miss any of ya tags, would love to read y'all. ��❣️Stay Happy!
@writersbay @mirakee @writersnetwork #pod #softheart #trustAnd honey, not everyone has a soft heart like you.
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Huge shoutout to @writersnetwork for the awesome repost, and to everyone who appreciated the post by liking, commenting or rp-ing as well.
Y'all don't know what you do for me as a writer, and as a person.
Thank you immensely. ������Hashtag
Disclaimer: I do not believe I am a sad person.
I just find it hard to catch my breath sometimes.
In the midst of pink lullabies and pop songs that lasted forever, I was told I was going to be a faithful woman of virtue and dignity as I aged.
#agebeforebeauty
And I held on to that fragile smithy of apparent belief that was forged in the utmost depth of my vast naïveté.
#fairytalesaren'treal
Until there came a time when they (in their multitudes), touched my heart of words in the most impure places; fondled it in the most impure ways.
#rough
Then I wrote "hope" on my arms many times, but cleaned it off because I didn't like the colour of the ink.
#blackisn'tpretty
Then I detached myself from the destinies I crafted beneath starless skies because I cared about the environment.
#adrift
Then I tied my fingers together so that the words I couldn't speak would feel a little more tender.
#wasIsupposedtofeelwhole
Then I cut my hair in order to grab some control over this rapid growth I despised.
#pause
Then I tried to tape my hair back together.
#rewind
Then I told them to do it, because I wanted to feel something; feel anything
#pleading
But then I felt numb afterwards.
#youshouldn'thave
So I decided to conjure up a prayer with my feeble faith, with hopes that I could reach the future I envisaged in my tainted mind.
#supplication
But it didn't work because I had forgotten all the words.
#amnesia
So I decided to walk to the edge of nowhere and count my blessings.
#journey
Because I cannot fathom where this continuous pain I feel emanates from.
#perplexed
So I cleaned the poems that clouded my eyes because I wanted to see clearly.
#bleak
But it didn't work because cleaning the fourteen lines of a sonnet is tough work.
#hardtoerase
So I slipped and fell, but not entirely. Just enough to notice the colour of the thread I was holding onto
#bluesilk
But then I fell again, harder. And this time I stayed down because I find it hard to catch my breath sometimes.
#letdown
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Thank you so much♥ @writersnetworkStanding in the middle of 15
inch tall glass sat at the
corner of my heart drinking
the bowls of some ancient
plums leaping on the
grounds of yesterday
they chopped my pen and made
me quill with torn skin
of fingers making
caricatures of bridges
I crossed
they put me on a hot
cauldron and boiled my inner
with it's fluttering flesh
scattered pieces of clay
they seep amid my veins
forming a blurred sculpture
I see my own shadow
drenched in woes
they made beside there
a watery sky gasping
in a new horizon
oozing plain floras
eating buds of yellow
soaking the dews dancing
during sunsets waiting
for sun combed beams
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Success seems to be a matter of hanging on after others have let go
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I won't lie
I am the mourner
from the corner.
I cry
silently
but vehemently.
I get emotionally high,
when some forgotten memory,
from some corner of my mind
play like a sad story
And like a bubble it always is
temporary.©elusive_me
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#words #thoughts #feelings #ceesreposts #mirakee #writersnetwork @mirakee @writersnetwork
I know I am not the moon.
I am just one of the stars.
I know I am not the rose
But I am one of those leaves below it.
I know I am not a beautiful landscape
But a small piece of grass somewhere in it.
I know I am not the cloud to which
everyone looks in expectation.
But I am one of the raindrops.
I know I am not the wind
which everyone feels
But I am the dust particle in it.©elusive_me
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Every leaf has the same story
When young it adds to the tree's glory.
It contributes to humanity.
When it's job done it breaks
It gives it's life for new leaf's sake.
Throughout its life it had no identity
Only when it falls off it becomes an entity.
#words #feelings #mirakee #writersnetwork #ceesreposts @mirakee @writersnetwork©elusive_me
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Read MoreToo long. U can also only read ur favourite month and skip rest :)
@u_star here's ur tag <3
@marmoris no temp! Thank you so much��
#pod #bestofalivey
@writersnetwork thanks a lot for everything. Corrections, suggestions, and at last, the 5th repost! Means a lot��A Writer's Year
January~
Beginning from where the numbness and cold falls a bit from it's highest notch to coziness— A fine shimmering night when the silky sapphire moonlight beams and stars bestow clear scintillas of shine to ocean water. Wisps of freezing winds make tranquil chaos. I trap the shivery musings from around in my heart, watching still trees with arms spread in the bleak sky. These musings are then exhaled in my diary pages, coherent with little of mist, and trust me, the warmth wafts around as I pen my words. I consider it as a writer's way of exhaling numbness away.
~February~
The sole winter month for a stroll is here, when the fog sits aside and lucidity eventually touches Mother Nature. I walk around wrapped up in a warm muffler and a cap. The cold sighs now melt as the gloom of Nature gets away. Trees finally bowing as their stiffness is moving. Seems as wind whispers them secrets which I overhear, and then apprise my diaries too. They tell the health of nature, as it's recovery ambles, and trees keep releasing the coldness with relief.
~March~
Melancholy paving it's way to next year, finally drifts away with winter. Blissful air has replaced freezing winds scattering laments allwhere. The freshness blossoms again and Mother Earth dances with ladybugs, beetles and butterflies. Nature splashes it's all colours and moods in the sky and brings lores and fantasies in reality. As the environment gleams with happiness, flowers show in my pages too. They sway like all hues of the world are bulged in one binding.
~April~
Cherry Blossoms are filling the open sky. A clear weather slightly tilted to summer. Days have aged night slumbers lately. Smooth zephyrs blow, but April showers are too on their ways making the surroundings a pleasant musing. The chilling words and phrases content the thirst of empty diaries like the showers cool down the slight of summer. And April too is then comparable with my secret pages.
~May~
Days have began to wake up early and dark sleeps a lot these days. Nature craves to paint yellow in the skies and send the blackness away with chills. Yet the pleasant fresh springtime is still healing the numbness of winters... It will still cost a month to make the feelings yellow. I plant some irises on my barren page, collecting the weather from around. Irises holding depth of hues and moods in petals, which when wither, fall on my pages.
~June~
Shades of yellow now spread across the clear skies, aubades are sung early by birds. Dawns touch the dullness before time. And jolly summer is now scattering fun and cheerful colours— Orange tinges piercing through Yellow. The blushing Sun, melts late in the coves and hours of dusks decrease. My mood has swung to happy rhymes which I cage in diaries. When released in winters, smell as summer warm zephyrs.
~July~
Raging monsoon after burning summer arrives. Light showers of Mother drench the Earth with daubs of summer hues. The Sun blazes from behind the clouds which thunder, like Nature hollering miseries to Earth. And a beautiful rainbow after shrieks and a little warmth blossoms in the sky. I catch the vibgyor to bestrew the seven sheets of rainbow and paint my diaries with paradox of light drops trapped in sunshine.
~August~
The Summer is now to pass away with it's last month, which will reborn, after euphoria will again strike Nature's Heart and darkness will be small, as warmth cannot bear numbness of their Mother, and watch her suffer with stiffness and stillness. Rain and anguish of Nature thrives and Earth is drenched more in blue tears. As the happiness is bidding an adieu till the next year, I weave eulogies with beads of words mourning for warm vibes, echoing in pages bound in hard cover.
~September~
The sky turns blue muffled with dark clouds which groan at the ground and burst out with tears. The mellow yellowness has bled as Mother breathes the blue agony. The falling raindrops sing gloomy ditties and folks enjoy it's petrichors. The brevity of my poems becomes blurry and hazy as the Mother Earth's heart does, and I write vague quotes to hold the broken pieces of Nature.
~October~
Fall has started to show more than before. Mother's ringlets of calm zephyrs tangle in braids with leaves and their rustling echoes. Reminiscence of tears have risen and season of writers is here. Autumn, the smell of memories wafts in the Nature with bit of stiffness, a little Winter fog with Autumn is here. My diary sniffs that aroma of memories and secures it secretly in cage of pages, with a little sadness and bass of winds.
~November~
After tears of Nature had frozen, the laments are getting dense day by day, month by month. The zephyrs have tangled stronger and now robust and brisk winds blow, and coldness of sighs is allwhere. Maples and Hickories fall with contemporary moves and shivers of winter. I take these Autumn leaves as a souvenir of Autumn and gift it to my diaries, with cold epitaphs of fallen leaves. Leaves which now serve as a bookmark.
~December~
Raw December bestows hoar frosts of stillness, to leaves which were viridescent, but now living in ados as the Nature does. And as the Sun with it's light mosey under the crown of dusk, dreariness of darkness rules for hours. I sit in quilts with metaphors beside, when "Frost" is the only Warmth, with my saved one of summer. My pen scribbles stiffness of outside, stuffed with snow flowers and flakes. And I don't wait till the Mother's heart thaws from cold moon to scorching Sun again, for the embers of December have their own sole warmth.
A Writer breathes every moment and his musings for around don't age. We know, our Mother's secrets, even though she never apprises, we hath hearkened her heart.
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