Mirakee
When I Am Long Gone
My pillow will sing my stories
of uncountable sad nights.
And my blanket will show you how
it embrace to keep me safe.
When I am long gone.
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twlightpoetry8
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Read MoreWhen I Am Long Gone
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My pillow will sing my stories
of uncountable sad nights.
And my blanket will show you how
it embrace to keep me safe.
When I am long gone.
Every drops of rain will pour down
for my loved ones.
And every cherry blossom will bear my
name with love.
When I am long gone.
The path once I walked will remind
you of me.
And the musical streams will sing
my lullaby for you.
When I am long gone.
Cool breeze will touch you
on my behalf.
As my poems will spread love
once you gave me.
When I am long gone.
©twlightpoetry8 -
My 2020
The blue sky, cherry blossom,
green field full of colorful flowers,
characters with positive vibes gave me an energy to survive this harsh year.
I would go into the new adventure everyday with new characters reflecting myself, giving me hope for better world. I would go into the world of Japanese animation and be one of them for couple of hours. A new character to discover everyday was my simplest way to escape from the heartbreaking reality.
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twlightpoetry8
2w
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That Cold Winter Night
She walked by the pathway
covered with dry leaves
rustling louder with each step she took.
Fog hide her destination
forcing her to halt by
the old dusty cottage near the lake
that cold winter night.
She knocked on the door
"Please let me in"
silence hunt the old cottage but dirty fire place kept her warm.
She was hopeful for the bright morning
as she laid near the fireplace
that cold winter night.
Winter storm raised whole night
white blanket slowly embrace
dusty dry pathway.
She glanced out of window
still sitting close to warm fireplace.
She no more will enjoy the rustling leaves
because of that cold winter night.
©twlightpoetry8That Cold Winter Night
She walked by the pathway
covered with dry leaves
rustling louder with each step she took.
Fog hide her destination
forcing her to halt by
the old dusty cottage near the lake
that cold winter night.
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I feel alive under golden blue sky
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Crystal Star
The hills full of dusty trees are ready to hide the sun. I am still absorbing the final blessings, it is getting colder with every minute passing. I can hear stream nearby singing the folklore passed by old grandparents. I layed down on the dry willow, waiting to cherish the first star in the sky.
As the sun went on to hide behind the hills, little creatures filled the air with soothing melody. The ground beneath grabbed me while beautiful sky froze me from above.
Aren't you getting late for home?
Bright blue crystal hanging on his neck hypnotise me.
I am waiting to cherish the first star in the sky.
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I can't move my legs
It's heavy like an iron pillar painted red.
My eyes full of sleep
the moon under my eyes turned black.
I grabbed the sheet under me
but it slipped through my yellow fingers.
Giant pool of water was there just to bribe me.
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They blessed you with an empty page write your heart out, cry every drops of your sorrow.
Let your passion write your stories, and let your words bleed till your soul reunite with the eternal bliss you were longing for.
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Rain will pour, lightning will strike your determination and thunderstorm will thrill you!
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twlightpoetry8
10w
Suddenly, my heart ache while fear ran cold down my nerves
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twlightpoetry8
11w
Cold winter escorted the intimate aroma of your heart
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misty_2004
2w
Read MoreThe social beauty standards often lead to people hating themselves. A lil bit fairer and they call you anaemic...a shade more darker...you turn out to be a bitch . A few sizes lower and your family isn't providing food...a few sizes over and you are too heavy to look good!! And colours and dresses then haunt them straight... taunts and stress Fill the vacant space...they question themselves and to their mothers... numerous remedies used...from this to that ...half the kitchen stuff plunged on the skin...nd still no shade up???oops!! We need a dermatologist. May be a cosmetic surgeon ??
Then numerous pills and creams and lotions and this and that...yet the melanin remains intact ! Poor chap!! You don't fit the societal beauty standards!!
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' BE YOUR OWN KIND OF BEAUTIFUL '
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@writersnetwork thanks for the kind like and repost ❤️❤️
If u like the post, please mention your frnds��Thank you!As a little kid, I chose that dress,
Little did I know my choice was a mess!
Someone beside me cried,"that colour isn't for you".
Someone asked my mum aside," Try these remedies to lighten her hues".
And then my chubby cheeks
And extra flaunting flesh on the waist,
A face with a pimple and hair not so long to be braided.
They looked on my thighs and oh my gosh!!
There was so much flesh,
" lower your diet,you will have sexy steps".
My friends at a party made a mock,
" Damn dark lipstick!! doesn't suit you black dog" .
There was another friend of mine,
So fair to be our snow white!
"A little like anaemic patient" ,they said she looked,
She was thinner,
" don't your mother get you food".
Back to my backless, strapless dress.
They said my flaunting fat poised the rate.
"You could have tried something loose and brighter".
" At least your weight could be apparently lighter" .
Clocks turned round and I grew darker.
And they over-weighed my melanin stock.
And I started questing myself
" Why don't I fit the standards they lock?"
Every party and every wear.
There is always someone to leave me bare.
They whisper slow in a corner,
But that haunts my mind that they stare.
"So dark and so fat...
How will they get her a lad?"
"No lip gloss is pretty on her hues.."
To fit the standards,GET ME SOME CLUES!
©misty_2004 -
sabrinaspoems
17w
Fear of rape,
Will always be
greater than
fear of death.
©sabrinaspoems -
colourfulgreys
18w
Read MoreReturning one day from school, I threw my bag on the couch and stormed straight into the kitchen, “Get me a maths tutor, ASAP!” Mom, being my mom, answered without being flustered by the same request I made so many times, “Honey, but you are so good with numbers already, and what about your friend, who solves the tricky ones for you?” "Mom, I want individual attention and the with a batch of 50, our teacher has gone nuts already!” “OK! OK! Now off you go, eat and I’ll get you one by the weekend…”
That weekend I had a maths tutor, one who had been giving tutions in the neighbourhood of my uncle not living far off. He was a balding, aged man, with one preposterous habit of wearing two spectacles one on top of the other. So that afternoon, gathering my maths textbook I sat next to him, my dad had gone out for some work related to car servicing, as far as I recollect and mom was busy baking. It was all fine, I had answers to the questions he asked, and so we proceeded to solving my doubts, I was working out my way through a problem when I felt he placed his hand on my thigh, I thought it was a mistake and so I shrugged my leg and he removed it. After a little while he did that again, and moved it towards my waist. Only 14, I was not able to process this action, happening for the first time in my life, though I knew that something is not right and my space is being violated, but I didn’t say anything and just zoned out, not able to concentrate and solve the question. He solved it for me and after a couple of minutes, was again brushing past my arms, placing his hands on my knees, and I got up. Alarmed, he asked what was the matter, and I feebly said, "I’ll study from Monday."
My mother came into the study at that point and served the tutor the cake she had baked. Seeing him enjoy that, I was boiling with rage and close to tears. Once he left, I told mom everything, and she was appalled. For a man his age, and known to my parents, this act was infuriating. The man was phoned and told to never come again.
The things mom told me that day were my lessons for life, that I was not wrong at any point, and having voiced against the vulgarity was the best thing that should be done.
Whenever I see young boys and girls with people who are in a postion to exploit them, my blood curds. For a child it is not at all possible to word the wrong he/she is going through, they can only feel it. For us adults, it is the responsibility to never brush aside alarms, and always be protective of them, and educate them in all manners appropriate for their age.
At a young age, I understood my personal boundaries, and those of others around me, till today sometimes I feel violated, like once at office, when I had a colleague, who used to stare so hard , it was difficult to converse. It was only a few days when he was transferred luckily, but he made me quite uncomfortable in those few days.
I have met so many good people too- men, women, and otherwise in school, college, office, and Mirakee, open minded and kind, and I know darkness and ill-will, however much in abudance, will never be able to cloud the world till there is even one good person alive.
I think to live with dignity, the prime requirement is privacy, even for children. So let's create a place to live, where we respect everybody at the most basic level of personal space. And not let horrendous people gorgonize vulnerable children, women, trans people into being scared.
With lots of love and concern, J
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©Harfkaar 21-9-20
#daadisbae (Capricorn, gorgonize) @mirakee @writersnetwork #genuine_readers @mirakee_ki_naanima
PC to the rightful owner. Not clear why I chose this picture but I guess Deepika is one the most sensitive people I have ever seen...so..here goes...
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babby554
19w
Read More@mirakee #writersnetwork #mirakeequotes #measure #samueljohnson #babby554follwers
In this world where everything works by the principle of either 'quid pro quo' or 'tit for tat' we rarely find people who do good to other's truely without expecting anything at all. They are blessed indeed!Measure
"The true measure of man is how he treat someone who can do him absolutely no good !"
Samuel Johnson -
iamthegreenghost
21w
Read More#promise. @mirekeenetwork @thegreen_ghost. #followforfollow. #promises_icouldnt_keep.
Picture credit by: Pinterest.PROMISE
Promises are meant to be kept. But with each passing day, I wept. I was proud and gleeful. Little did I know it would be totally sorrowful.
You knew it wouldn't last yet you kept it going fast. I did all I could, guess I was misunderstood.
So here I am, looking into your eyes. I know we hit a lump so it's time for goodbyes.
Though we speak, you know I will weep, because of one simple promise that I couldn't keep.
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josharma
21w
Falling for someone, and not expressing it, is like wrapping a present and not giving it.
©josharma
