Mirakee
बर्बाद होना पड़ता है,
यादें....यूं ही नही बना करती !
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thesaloni
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तुम जो शीरीन ना हुए क्या
हमको फरहाद कर दो....❤ -
thesaloni
11w
Guide me in your truth and teach me,
for you are God my Savior,
and my hope is in you all day long. -
thesaloni
12w
Bure waqt ka bhi bura waqt aata hai....
Himmat rakho !!! -
thesaloni
12w
There is art in every heart.
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thesaloni
13w
Khamoshiyan jo sun le meri
inme tera hi jikr h... -
thesaloni
13w
मनचाही राह पर
चले हैं पाँव जब-जब
शंका के भूत पैदा होते रहे है हमेशा | -
thesaloni
13w
घर से दूर !!
सुबह शाम की चिक चिक
घर के तमाम झमेलों से
निजात पाने को
मन भरता है उड़ान
घर से जितनी दूर
निकल आते हैं हम
उतना ही याद आता है घर। -
thesaloni
15w
तुम समुन्दर की बात करते हो
लोग आँखों में डूब जाते हैं ! -
thesaloni
15w
Raaste !
डिगे भी हैं
लड़खड़ाए भी
चोटें भी खाई कितनी ही
पगडंडियां गवाह हैं
कुदलियों, गैंतियों
खुदाई मशीनों ने नहीं
कदमों ने ही बनाए हैं -
रास्ते!
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sangfroid_soul
4w
Read MoreOkay. Happy New Year in Advance.
Wasn't really sure if the format made any sense but since Raika and Siddharth are there, no worries ��❤️
My original plan was after yesterday's post I'd post this directly. But chaheti wanted me to write a special post as 200th.
Note. Thank you. I'm grateful. ❤️ For everything. And everyone ❤️
Take care.
#obscure #writersnetwork #sangwn
@poeticgirl poetrify ��
@mirakee thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you.
Although you'd already made my days to come with that hurricane of likes XD I have screen recorded it ��❤️
Thank you for the 4th one.Along life we die
Along death we livealong the lines,
being dots ourselves
we
all
fall
trip
and take a trip to the land
of the
unknown
unimaginable
corner of the mind.
along the pages,
being stories ourselves
we
fear
tear
and steal few words
from the
universes
made
of our worlds.
along the colours,
being a rainbow ourselves
we
plunder
murder;
others'
and our
lives
we paint silence and hurt.
along the emotions,
being baggages of expectations
we
envy
betray
show
hide
at the same time.
along the threads,
being crochet ourselves
we
sew
unsew
people and memories
words and love
hate and satires.
along the skies,
being sunsets ourselves
we
animate
poetrify
pain and suffering
we settle being the storms.
along the words,
being creations ourselves
we
create
destroy
poems, hearts
sonnets
and label them
heartbreaks.
along the breaths,
being sighs ourselves
we
inhale hope
and exhale tiredness
hoping to bring a change
in anything but ourselves
we await for a cataclysm.
along the lyrics,
being songs ourselves
we
sing
dance
fall
to the tunes of life
tumbling down
we write songs for others.
along the numbers,
being infinities ourselves
we
add
subtract
our wishes and dreams
we multiply and divide smiles.
along the tulip petals,
being dewdrops ourselves
we
play
hide
seek
with the sun and the moon
an endless cycle, we never fade away.
along the stars,
being specks of dust ourselves
we
collect
unify
reasons for
of our existence
come to the conclusion
we're free
yet constantly
controlled.
along the days
being time ourselves,
we
count
seconds
of the love that lasted
and cry for hours in the night
we love and break more often than moon itself.
along the obscure destiny,
being the path itself
we
doubt
break
ourselves chasing perfection
when perfection resides in imperfections.
©raika_
©a_wildflower
©sangfroid_soul -
colourfulgreys
13w
Read MoreDream girl of Joker Bro
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By no means am l a catch
a girl with some sense
Will surely see that
And so I do know
I'm not perfect by any stretch
Yet If I had to put pen to a paper
So a picture of a dream girl
I could sketch
She would be like everyone else
but not the same
Know that football is not just a game
She'd have to laugh even at my jokes lame
And if Manchester's playing I'll postpone our date.
Beside that she should
Have a thing for silver linings
I keep seeing the dark clouds
If both of us are same. That'd be tiring.
In return I promise
To learn when to speak and when to shut up
To hold her hair up if drunk,
And then even help her sober up.
She doesn't need to worry
About me going on a run with Johnny Walker
Neither am I in a hurry
To smoke it up and Pre-pone meeting my maker
I know that's not a lot to go about
Well the truth is I don't have a dream girl
Or atleast a clear picture of what that means in this world,
All I know is she can have her flaws
But her heart should be in right place She should have the kindest smile
But from her inside and not just the face
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Joker wrote this as part of collab we were going to do about his dream girl and my dream man... I couldn't write my part for my exams were announced...but he did..and because of Kini I got this again...
It shows what an amazing husband he would have made...just like the awesome poet and person and friend and brother and son he was!!
©Kehta_hai_joker
23-10-2020 #jandjforever #partners_jandj.
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colourfulgreys
13w
Read More
PROCESSING PAIN
// Do not pity the dead Harry! Pity the living and those who live without love!”
This is especially for my sisters @_maybe @anush18 @wild_aish @kin_jo and @sunenasharma
It’s indeed a sad loss for us all, and you are all devastated. But having experienced exactly same experience in 2018 when I lost my brother (more of a friend) and was stunned beyond belief.
This is just my learnings from life’s rude shocks and may not apply to you but, they may help, so listen, (I mean read!)
1. It’s ok to cry, be sad, feeling maudlin, saturnine for a long stretch of time, a week or month, how can you just overcome the grief of losing someone who was so much to you? So don’t bother about moving on so fast. If you feel down and dejected, it’s absolutely normal and in fact it is good for your memories of J. Take time, remember what he said to you and what he meant to you. What he wanted you to become. Remember he is watching.
2. Talk to friends of Joker, best would have been family but since we are all not so close to his family and it’s their very personal loss, talk to friends here. It helps, very underrated yet most effective. I’m available.
3. Read Joker’s posts, through the ones we are sharing, for when you read it feels as if he is here, among us. Also reminds of his thought and ideals, and again that he wanted us to write continuously.
4. Joker might have died, and you might want to have his pictures, chats etc. which might help a little but trust me, they will only aggravate the pain, rather learn what the person stood for, in this case, joker was positivity personified. Instead, though painful, write about him, for him or for his ideals, though this step takes courage and lots of tears and sadness, once you write, it starts acting as therapy and helps to let go of the pain. Tried and tested.
5. Lastly, keep distractions, still listen to your music, or paint, or read, or do what you used to do usually to get out of blues. Touch base, if any issues.
//And when you go away
I still see you
With sunlight on your face
In my rear view
This always happens to me this way
Recurring visions of such sweet days.//
Grief is not yours alone. Millions suffer from loss of family, and friends from illness or accidents. Remember Joker is gone but we are here. Suppose tomorrow we also leave due to some reason, you will regret not having bonded well etc. So why not share moments now? Why not keep a watch on how our friends are doing?
//And it's just as good as I knew it would be
Stay with me I don't want you to leave//
Once born, the only finality is death, our parents, friends, children, siblings, idols all die, at different points in life. The point is to remember the things they lived for and take it further. There are people like Joker who try to mend the broken souls while their own selves are being smashed like a house of cards, so be sensitive and kind.
// I do give a fuck about you everyday
Guess it’s time to tell you the truth
If I share my toys will you let me stay?
Don’t wanna end this play date with you//
Be sad, take your time and then move on…. We will miss him but we also will make him stay in words and memories and our laughter and strength.
//The truth is he's gone,but he won't die until we forget the feeling of strength,love and smiles He gave us is forgotten.//
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© Harfkaar 23-10-2020 #jandjforever.
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अनकहे अल्फ़ाज़: tears
भावनाएं जब बेकाबू हो जाती हैं.....
तब निकलती है ये बनकर आंसू...
कुछ बातें अपनों कि जिनकी कभी उम्मीद नहीं थी सुनने कि..
वो भेदती है दिल तब भेदन में दिल के रिसतें है आंसू .....
बातें जो दिल कहना चाहता है खुलकर... कह नहीं पाता
तब बनकर अल्फ़ाज़ वो सबकुछ कहते है ये आंसू…..
बेमोल नहीं बेहद अनमोल है ये.....
जो किसी के कंधों के सहारों पर गिरे ये....
अनमोल हो जाते है...
जो गिरे ये रात अकेले किसी तकिए पर..
तो खुद ब खुद संभल जाते है...
जो ये गिरे किसी परवाह के हांथों पर....
उन अनकहे अल्फाजों के मोती बन जाते है....
जो ये बरसे किसी अथाह खुशी पर....
तो खुशहाली की ये जगमग ज्योति बन जाती है......
©chahat1samrat -
Umeed 67
मानव और प्रकृति
मेरे घर की खिड़की पे एक चिड़िया बैठती है,
मैं दाने रखती हूँ जो वो बड़े चाव से चुगती है,
सीमेंट के जंगल में अब इतनी प्रकृति दिखती है।
नीम, पीपल, बरगद, आसपास ना होते अब,
और फिर ऑक्सीजन की कमी को रोते सब,
घर में लगे बोनसाई और पाम ट्री को देख के,
आँगन की भूली बिसराई तुलसी माँ रोती है,
सीमेंट के जंगल में अब इतनी प्रकृति दिखती है,
मेरे घर की खिड़की पे........
शांत समंदर; बना बवंड़र, नदी प्रदूषित ज़्यादा,
खाद्य श्रृँखला तितर बितर सबकुछ किया आधा,
तोड़ पहाड़ बनी इमारत,धरा का संतुलन बिगाड़ा,
कोरोना दिखाता कुदरत भी आपा खोती है,
सीमेंट के जंगल में अब इतनी प्रकृति दिखती है,
मेरे घर की खिड़की पे........
मेरे घर की खिड़की पे एक चिड़िया बैठती है,
मैं दाने रखती हूँ जो वो बड़े चाव से चुगती है,
सीमेंट के जंगल में अब इतनी प्रकृति दिखती है।
Jignaa
©jigna___ -
ansh_ita
13w
Read More#bachpan❤️
Collab with @unparalleled_soul
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Just tried!!बचपन
वो भी क्या दिन थे जब बारिश के पानी में इन हाथों से बनी कश्तियां हुआ करती थी।
© unparalleled_soul
हां ,क्या वो दिन थे जब उन कश्तियों को किनारे की तलाश ना हुआ करती थी।
©anshita_kapkoti
जब दुनियादारी की कोई फिक्र ना थी , बस ढेर सारी मस्तियां हुआ करती थी।
©unparalleled_soul
तब हम बेफिक्र हुआ करते थे जो मिजाज़-ए-दौर की एहतियाज हुआ करती थी।
©anshita_kapkoti
याद आती है वो शामे जो कभी दोस्तो के नाम हुआ करती थी।
©unparalleled_soul
क्या वो दिन थे , क्या वो शाम अंजान राहें थी और हम गुमनाम।
©anshita_kapkoti
जाने कहां गए वो दिन जब ना कभी चेहरे पर उदासी और
ना पूरा पूरा दिन खेलने के बाद भी थकान हुआ करती थी।
©unparalleled_soul
वो दिन बीत गए जब बेपरवाह होने का भी अलग ही मजा हुआ करता था और इस दौर-ए-जहां में ना कोई मंज़िल हुआ करती थी।
©anshita_kapkoti
क्या खुशनुमा दौर था वो भी जब ना कोई रोक टोक ना कोई बंदिशे हुआ करती थी।
©unparalleled_soul
तब बेबाक गुफ्तगू और खताओ का सिलसिला चला करता था और इस नातमाम कायनात में मुकम्मल हमारा जहां हुआ करता था।
©anshita_kapkoti
बस कुछ ऐसे ही था वो बचपन जब हमारी बदमाशियां और आवारापन ही हमारी पहचान हुआ करती थी।
©unparalleled_soul -
hannaabideen
15w
Read MoreKisans are the backbone of Indian economy.
The genesis of the agrarian crisis lies in the
Failure of the land reform programmes��
SAVE AGRARIAN ECONOMY ��
Dedicated to@kehta_hai_joker my brother ❤️����
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DILEMMA OF GREEN PANTHERS
They caged unwrapped melancholy of ours
And concoct boiling tears and sweat to mollify.
Downtrodden we're,making thou food!
Can thou imagine kisans become relics?
Can you drive out the seeds of partiality then?
//Greenery an aubade chanting ephemeral it is!
Echoes of environment chained by anarchy//
Insouciant administration beatific shamelessly
Agrarian suicide's breaking records of earlier,
Residing with an ancient brown clock to begin Counting our time on educated fool's arms!
Toiling for the betterment thee whisper,
Striving for the empowerment thee murmur.
So throw out bloody stuffs of callous anarchists,
Which made us bow down before oligarchy
Suppressing our expressions of depression!
Belittling oppositions and swelling offerings.
Why agrarian distress did not shake 'em?
Return ere it's too late and dark here in debt
However follow the blessed secular ways.
//Fair play of 'em is gonna oppress those hectic
Raise protest that is we peasants uhtceare//
Countrymen isn't in bellicose and perplexed how
Cantankerous they are deteriorating peasantry.
Ain't nightmares but lathis in dim lit streets
Though scattering and running us barefoot.
Half-scribbled verses of hope in our veins
Why not loosing grains with oozing out blood.
The odour of blurred dreams tearing us apart!
Nevertheless ne'er ever let thy sugar-coated
Lies ruin our lives anymore chanting progress
Like the acorns for humans injecting holy venom
Utterly did bigotry thus eroding soil under feet
May the frozen ground survive the autumn ..
//Like rain-kissed earth awaiting spring !
With abridged hopes entangled lives survive//
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GLOSSARY����:
Aubade - a song greeting the dawn
Ephemeral - lasting a very short time
Insouciant - free from concern
Beatific - aggressively hostile
Callous - cold-hearted
Uhtceare - lying awake before dawn and worrying
Bellicose - expressing extreme happiness or peace
Cantankerous - bad tempered and difficult to deal
✨{ Like the acorns ;
Acorns are poisonous to humans }
✨{ Here bloody means 'very'.
Twas only a swear word since 18th century }Dilemma of green panthers
Muddy legs walk through optimism,
Neither gaze at the burning sun
Nor curse the rhythmic rain
With boiling blood inside.
©hannaabideen -
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She wore the night,
So effortlessly,
That the whispers
Of the devil
Sounded like a lullaby
To her parched heart.
©ridhirathi -
zeeshan_fazil
15w
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