I have never met anyone so down to earth, so humble, so caring that you ask yourself Have you even given 10% of it in return? Maybe they don't ask for it but it makes me feel a little guilty if I can't give something in return.
One such amazing person is @pocketsmile . Apart from being a good writer herself, I love the way she supports the blossoming buds of mirakee by her lovely comments, kind reposts and appreciate their work. From the start, she has been a constant support for me and that's what encouraged me to keep going. It's about the time when I hardly received 20 likes, one like from her has always been there. There are many wonderful souls here too who take out their precious time and read all those old posts and I feel really overwhlemed. So much that I fall short of words to thank them. I guess it happens when you feel extremely happy. I just wanted to thank all of you from the bottom of my heart.. ❤❤ @beautywithinyou @varun_tries @mystic_wanderer @michael_angela_peterson @introverted_voices @bornfire_queen7 @azurite
I am so glad that I met all of them. This post is to give all of you a very big hug from my side . ❤ Especially the ones who were there from the start @pocketsmile @soulwriter I have never met anyone so supportive and now I know why... It's because their hearts are of gold. It's because even if masses are not even close to humans these days, there are few people, at least, who are angels descended from heaven directly..
A-Attuned himself according to my needs. S-Self-made person & did many selfless deeds. H-Hilarious but sometimes furious. I-Indecipherable at times & that makes me curious. S-Strong from outside but soft from core. H-Hulky physique and a heart so pure.
'ASHISH' - Blessing... Indeed he is a blessing in disguise in my life. Writing an Acrostic poem would not be enough to explain our friendship and neither would a single post be.
Do you have any friend who stood and is still standing by your side from your childhood until now? If your answer is a YES then, believe me you are the luckiest person in the world. My answer to this question is standing in the picture below just the way he stood by me despite of years of ignorance and rude attitude towards him. If I were in his place, I would have left myself a long time ago. I mean really. I sometimes wonder what he likes about me!!! I was a mean kid who didn't even allow any of his friends to play with his so called "Precious" toys. Love spending most of my time in solitude and try my best to avoid any human interaction. He, on the other hand, can make friends in no time. He can talk to strangers as if he knows them for years. He would create the most awkward situation possible for me, in public and yet I don't know why I end up laughing in the end. That's the magic he knows. He never leaves me alone(and by that I mean literally too) He never let me become serious. Just like the picture and our life says - We are totally different(not just by choices). I am a living proof that skeletons can co-exist with humans. My body can work as a great specimen for all the medical students for instance - to study about the intercostal muscles present between the ribs. While he, he is the living proof that blue whale can survive on terrestrial habitats too. (This would surely make him kill me).
Our bond has got stronger over all these years. And you know what, people in our neighbourhood have given our friendship a nickname that suits us best - "MOTU AUR PATLU KI JODI".
I would have used a lot of poetic devices, with some hard-to-pronounce vocabulary but two things restricted me to do so - First, he likes when I write everything simple and raw just like this. Secondly, I still don't know how to use them.
Well jokes apart, when it comes to express my feelings about someone so important in my life, I just write down what my feelings are in its pure and simple form. And this post is for my best friend Ashish who is my CONSTANT in this VARIABLE world.
(P.S. - That's an old picture. I was really thin back then but now I'm feeling so overwhelmed to tell you that I've put on weight - 50 grams for sure )
I'm now holding a brush and trying to draw something. You will know easily and believe me, without you it is nothing. So, my painting neither has a beautiful landscape nor an amazing scenery. Also I couldn't draw any forest with its utmost greenery. WHY??!!! Because the forests aren't green anymore and in fact there are no trees in there. The greenery is lost due to pollution and trees must be lying somewhere.
I also thought of painting a world full of love and peace. But as soon as I thought of it I realize something was wrong so I had to cease. Because the world isn't peaceful anymore the way I thought. One country is attacking its neighbour, what a shame it has brought.
I tried to draw a school with many sincere kids studying. The teachers are teaching happily and a great amount of education is flooding. But sorry that's not possible, as schools aren't the same any more. Students are stabbing knife into teachers and I can see only blood on the floor.
My painting is so bad, full of sorrow or ugly you will say. Actually it's not my fault because this world compelled me to draw it this way. But it is never too late and a new canvas can be brought into place. Could you please help me to draw a new and beautiful painting with the world in its complete grace???
The closer I approached to the sound of flowing water, the faster my footsteps became. The sunken youth inside of me was reborn on hearing that sound which was coming from few metres away yet not in my sight. After walking on the paths already trodden through the tall bushes and crossing a small island of silt deposited by the river itself, I finally met the love which was calling me from afar - River Beas.
//My Sullen eyes Suddenly Stuck to the Sight of Serene Streams which were Solemnly Soothing my Sombre Soul leaving me in Serendipity.//
For one moment I was thinking myself being a part of the gushing waves striking those round and colourful stones, experiencing the fluidity in nature, feeling immortal and unstoppable just like the flowing river. And for the other moment, I experienced the river being a part of me, a fluidity inside with streams of different emotions flowing within me striking the walls of my veins and dividing into many tributaries.
Then all of a sudden everything turned blank. No emotion. Not even a single thought. A calmness as I sit astonished on the stones. That's when I realized - It's not always the torpid or lethargic things that calm your nerves, dynamism has its own way of bestowing tranquility.
I have realized there is music in nature which requires nothing but all the natural things placed exactly the way they were formed and most importantly - Intact from human interference. That particular music is still unheard by many but I was lucky enough to listen to the unforgettable symphonies sung by clear streams of Beas, chirping birds , the echoing mountains and the whistling cool breeze. And amidst this, me and my emotions sway in awe and the overwhleming feeling of bliss was indeed fathomless.
A perfect sunset , is that one thing my eyes were yearning for. The vastness here made me realize that we've been living in claustrophobia in cities. One building or the other blocking our sight making it difficult to witness such a beautiful phenomenon. Being here I feel just like a bird which was caged for many years and now it was being set free. So, here I enjoy by spreading my wings of sight, capturing this beauty with my ravenous eyes and I guess the setting sun here is magnificent enough to calm my appetite for the next few gloomy years. I observed a multi-color sky - >a perfect blue just above my head, >a yellowish tint between the sun and the blue region and >yellowish-orange near the glowing ball. While watching the setting sun, me and the sun were playing the game of 'WHO BLINKS FIRST'. The sun slowly closed its eyelids setting deep into the horizon meanwhile, I was watching it constantly, didn't even blink as I didn't wanted to miss this magical experience without caring about my watery eyes which were due to the constant glance at the skyline.
We have been invited to Himachal to celebrate the auspicious union of two people, two souls, two families and glorify this moment of celebration with our presence (that's what they write in invitation cards). I was lucky that I wasn't only a part of many uniquely beautiful traditions of a Himachali wedding but, I also observed the union of two spirits which I could hardly witness in city - union of the infinite sky wearing a naturally tailored blue suit having a red glowing bow tie with the pretty earth wearing a long green gown, both meeting at that horizon. An extraordinary bond which was indeed splendid.
After attending this extraordinary wedding ceremony, I waited to meet an old friend of mine which was being forgotten for more than a decade - my childhood. Yep! My childhood, right there among those shining bright stars. The stars which were never this bright and this close to me. So close that if I would extend my arm a little, I will touch them. The ORION belt was never been this much clear. Betelgeuse and Rigel are winking at me. And the Moon - the creator of tides!!! I can now recognize the familiar face that I used to imagine in the moon in my childhood. I am reliving my past in these moments gazing at the twinkling stars, trying to find my lost childhood by drawing those imaginary lines again among the constellations. It was like me and my past self, holding hands and watching this starry night, capturing the cosmos above us and suddenly feeling the grip of those hands loosening when the clouds and fog covered all the stars. That's when I promised my childhood and this place to meet again soon. To meet under the starry night, to meet where the sky unites with the earth but the next time maybe to dwell in this paradise.
(P.S. - The 4th pic is of moon which I tried capturing with my phone's camera. They say if our eyes were a camera then it would be of 576 megapixel while my phone's camera is just 13 mp. That's why I was able to capture it with my eyes only. I have returned to Delhi a few days back and I can really feel the difference in the air while inhaling. It's like my lungs are upset with me now and even I am not happy either. Everything was good when I was there. A lot has changed when I got back here.)
To all the boys who think that crying will make them less masculine or effeminate or punk. You are so wrong. It is not only a girl activity. It’s a HUMAN ACTIVITY. Please cry whenever you want to. No matter if it’s while you are watching an emotional movie or your best friend is leaving the town or you miss your mom or you won a match or got a job. You need to just release that lump in your throat and be honest to your feelings because YOUR FEELINGS are the only thing that will always be honest with you. The more you will suppress them, the more they will clam up inside you. So just get it out of your system. We are all humans, and these emotions and feelings are just a side effect of humanity and it has nothing to do with your gender or religion or anything. It is nowhere written that a particular section has a monopoly on any particular feeling. Like those effed up norms that boys don’t cry and girls don’t shout. We are HUMANS first. HOMOSAPIENS. And we are all stuck together here, in this effed up 21st century, and the only thing which is honest to us are our feelings. Don’t fake them or conceal them. Just Don’t.
SOULMATES?! Gross*** Don't start again so I feel that when someone raise this Word.
There are so many people out there who don't believe in soulmates. Truth be told, I was one of them too. How can there be someone who just finishes your sentences? Who knows you like the back of their hand? Who knows how to deal with your moodswings?Who would love you for all your flaws and shortcomings? How?
But then I found Him. He was me- at least, at the places that mattered. We found the same things lame, made the same stupid jokes, lazed around on the same days, loved the same movies, loved the adventures and video games, love to hit gym and explore the world, food. And There are differences obviously- he sleeps more, I laugh more; he sings more, I dance more; he love Netflix, I love Books; he is a man of few words, I am Garrulous - But we like the same colour of the sky. And when we touch, I swear I've seen the sun sparkle. -Joycee
Today is the day I met him in a Ed sheeran concert of five years ago..Right from then I started to believe in Soulmate.. Arick love you so damn much.@arick_aj♥ I'm keeping this bg pic coz arick I love your smile and teeth he he.. *Pardon me reader if this whole giant posts makes you feels lagg or bored! I really didn't decide to write thisss much but these all goes this way. Anyway This is my second giant post though*.. #cwrites#soulmate_1
Anyway I woke up with seeing that we are army of 4k people today.. Hurray! I'm so much excited. This all happened becoz of all your love and Applause towards my writings. I thank every single person who there with me from the beginning to till now. I thank all from deepest corners of my heart LoveLove ❤ #cwrites
When I say I write, I write all that I always wanted to say. That's normal. But, I perhaps write, all that you wanted to say too. Now that's precious because that makes me more than one person. I'm several on a page, I'm you when I ink. The person behind this, behind what you read daily, is no stranger. The person you resonate with in whatever I write, is a part of you I carry inside me. When I say I'm a writer, I become the face of every person who reads me. I become people. Becoming people is not a small thing. I realise I become the most intricate details of emotions they carry. I become the vessel they feel like pouring their eyes into. And I have known, the shape of their tears.
Writing, to me, is not something I do to frizz up my mood and let open the champagne. I write because words, are scattered in people. I see them staring at me with hope. Those words that await alignment because they are tired of being abandoned repeatedly. I write, for the hope that keeps flickering somehow despite the darkest nights visit. Trust me, when I write, I feel every shiver, every smile, every inch of pain, every illness, every question and every ounce of love people travel with daily. I feel the number of times someone is breathing and the number of times they die in it.
The person behind words you read is perhaps someone you pass by in the metro station daily and she watches you read things, quietly. The face she has is quite the same you imagine when you read. The face of words is a face that feels, a face that heals. The face of poetry is a face of rhythm, of freedom, of captivity, of pain, of happiness, of verse and of punctuations. The face I resemble the most.
|| What writing gave me is way beyond words, What I give it back, is people, their smile, some relief again ||