Mirakee
Matured
Some of us matured early because life showed us the worst side of the world at an early age leaving us with limited choices.
©unheard_voices
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You cannot free someone who is caged
in their own self.
-Anjum Choudhary -
Cage
God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.
_Jacques Deval -
Black
Black is everyone's favourite colour until it comes to skin.
©unheard_voices -
Understand
To understand another person,
You must swim in the same water that drowned them.
©unheard_voices -
Doors
Not all doors open by knocking. Some needs to be break opened.
©unheard_voices -
Waves
Feelings are much like waves, we can't stop them from coming but we can choose which ones to surf.
©unheard_voices -
Bad habits
It is easier to prevent bad habits than to break them.
- Benjamin Franklin -
Worth watching
One day your entire life will flash infront of your eyes, make sure it's worth watching.
©unheard_voices -
Relationships
If you're strong enough to let yourself fall in love and give everything you have, you will be strong enough to let it all go. Strong enough to pick up all your pieces and start over.
-Poemsporn
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Rogue.
A rogue at night.
A warrior in the light.
I stole a stale bread
For my kids.One 8 and other 6
They were dying of hunger
Yet a smile settled in between their lips
For all these years they learnt
Their dad is a warrior.
I stole a ladies purse
The other day. At 9 at night.
A few 100's were sleeping in between
I took 2 from the lot and left the purse
On the bench of in front of cop.
The lady stretched her hands.
Wiped her tears and screamed In joy
"I found it" I smiled from distance.
And walked back.
With a sad smile and a sad heart
That was attacked by the cheap theft.
4 hands hugged my legs with smiles
"I have got you food" I said and
"Stop stealing father. We"ll find some other way" The elder one said.
"I only know how to steal things.
I wish I have learnt how to earn them"
I kissed them goodbye.
Handed them the food and left the night
With a heavy heart to another destination.
I stole a women's heart
On the night of Christmas
Heavenly drunk with Cheetos stuffed
In her mouth. A red backless dress
She yelled "Why do humans love breaking hearts"? And held me by the collar.
Her staring at me was enough
To her kissing me for 5 minutes
And 5 minutes were enough to her fall in love with me.
I stared at her. Kissed her back.
And settled in between the city lights
With a scotch in my left hand
And her hand wrapped around my right hand
We skipped cities. We skipped cultures
We skipped hatred. We skipped shame
We wrapped us in love.
Years. 10 and a half passed
She died of stroke
I die everyday from loneliness.
Two kids by my side.
An uneducated mess I am.
A few thefts. And two stomachs to feed
I cried. I lied. I am a warrior.
I fight every night and they call me rogue.
I skip lunch. I skip hugs.
I skip love. I skip myself
I miss her. I miss her
©dusky_dawn -
Where did our hearts go?,
Did they disappear as soon as
We lost ourselves?
Or are they still in our bodies being
Prisoners of war,
It's almost as if having a heart is a sin,
And showing you have one makes you
The devil,
No one wants to be the devil,
Yet we act evil,
I fear the day when the concept of having
A heart extincts,
Because we would be in a world that's filled
With demons who are mistaken for angels,
And angels no longer exist.
©atticoftheheart -
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fajr_fajr
1w
Elegance flowed in her veins,
And she breathes grace through her lungs;
Buried under the weight of bad experiences;
Her eyes still glitter when they talk about love.
-fajr -
writersbay
2d
Read MoreWrite an ode to a poet, not to a specific person, but to the general idea of a 'poet'.
Tag and share with #odetopoetc
Words in the background by @/tengoku.
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thewordplayer
5w
Read More2020 has been a rough year for most of us out here. It has been one of my toughest years and it taught me a lot. I have lost people, who are never coming back. I have been mentally disturbed too, and I wanted to write about it but I didn't know how to put it. All thanks to @sangfroid_soul , for her post really showed me that writing about 2020 is not as much of a bad idea as I thought.
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Twenty things that I will carry forward from 2020 :
1) People might leave and you might not get a chance to bid the final goodbye. So make sure you are always in some sort of touch with people who matter, else you will spend next years of yours drenched in regret.
(I have lost three very close people this year, I wasn't in talking terms with two of them and now when I think about it, I cuss myself in every way possible. I cannot even close my eyes at times.) So always choose your words carefully, so that you don't regret them because you never which of it could be your last conversation with someone.
2) Time spent with family is precious. You are growing older and so are your parents and grand parents. Talk with them whenever you have time, else you will never know when there will be this huge difference in perspective between yours and theirs, which will only make life difficult in coming times for either side. And trust me, you will get to learn something out of every conversation.. for no matter what, they have seen more world than you.
3) What you read and what you watch plays an important part in shaping up the kind of person you are to become. Make sure you choose your read list and watchlist carefully. (Try avoiding salman khan movies)
4) Don't be judgemental. Let people do whatever they want to do, wear whatever they want to wear, eat whatever they want to eat. As long as it is not hurting anyone, let it be. No one is ever completely right, or wrong. Neither are you or them, nor are the ones who preach about right and wrong. Try being empathetic.
5) All of us have our own therapy that helps us calm ourselves down. For me it is painting. It could be writing or cooking or reading or may be anything else for you. Make sure you figure out yours, because it helps a lot. Art can do wonders, it can take your mind and soul to places that you cannot even imagine. Art works better than any medicine.
6) Trust is an important thing. Make sure you don't regret where and on whom you place your trust. People are cruel, sometimes as cruel as you, sometimes even more. Be wise.
7) People might hear a lot, but they listen what they want to listen to, they believe what they want to believe and they see what they want to see. So make sure you tell your story to the right people. For you never know how the wrong ones are going to carry forward the story.
8) We all create stories in our head. We all are the heroes of our stories, but just know that not every story needs a villain. Don't forcefully defame someone and make him the villain just to glorify the hero. Because people love glorifying stories and and they love to hate and criticise. They will hate him more than they will love you.
9) World is a beautiful place, and love makes it more beautiful. Try understanding what love really is. It is not just romantic, it has lots of dimensions to it. Seek for the right kind of love in the right places, life will get easier.
10) Self love is important. Before you try loving somebody, make sure you love yourself in the proper way.
11) There is no perfect time to fall for love. So if love finds its way into your life, embrace it. If it really is love, it is meant to heal you. Don't let it go, you will regret way more than you can imagine.
12) Don't argue with someone who thinks supporting the government makes him a patriot. Just say those three magical words and walk away.
13) Religion plays an important role in our world (specially in my country). Just know that you can love and respect your religion without defaming somebody else's. Don't fall for a political propaganda.
14) What is right is right and what is wrong is wrong. Learn to accept the fact that you can be on the wrong side of things as well, and it is totally alright and you can always apologise.
15) Social media is a beautiful hoax. Never prioritise it. When you are in a moment, live it.. don't waste it by taking pictures after pictures. A picture in your heart is worth a million in your phone's gallery.
16) Stay away from people who make you believe that you cannot be loved. Stay away from those who LOVE TALKING ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE. Not everyone deserves an explanation. Don't waste your words.
17) Mirakee is one amazing place. It has helped me, and surely to most of it's members in lots of ways. It has helped me get over lots of tough nights, it has helped me write in a way I never knew I could. It is a beautiful habit, but make sure it stays as a habit, try not making it an addiction.
18) After you get through your initial phase in mirakee, you slowly become a part of the family, and that is when the eminence steps in. Make sure you write for yourself, make sure you focus on what you want to write and not what people want to read. This place is like a home to you, and me and lots of others.. keep this place clean.
19) You will come across new people everyday. Just be wise and carefully choose the people who you decide to keep around you (not just in mirakee). Eight out of ten hands are for shaking, not for holding.
20) Covid-19 virus was a curse to the entire world. We all have lost people and time, and life hasn't been much kind in last eight-ten months. Make sure you never forget it or what it has taught you. So that ten years from now when you look back, you can thank 2020 for making you wise and showing you that even the darkest of nights end and life goes on, no matter who or what is left behind.
Take care
©thewordplayer.
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inara__
5w
Read More"Rain rain (don't)go away,
Come again another(every) day.
Little Johnny wants to play"
When the sky downpours its happiness, i feel like an impala who moves with the first rain.
Windows afore my study table open as if a host welcomes the guests.
As soon as the windows open, the petrichor drives the pages of my diary to and fro, the pen betwixt my pages drops down as if the pair is asking the, the pluviophile to scribble the tenderness of mizzle.
Not only the presence of b12 diverges my drowsiness but the quintessence it carries is just like fuel to heart and food to my soul.
The eternity when it rains at 3 AM makes me balter.
The divine scent from doughy loam makes me chant for serein that belongs to the infinite skies.
They say it rains diamonds on saturn. But for me the rain here is enough to console my soul.
And i thank the creator for not giving me life at Antarctica where it rains almost after 200 million years. Else i would've considered my existence tacenda.
The ardor of wet avar brings back the me in me which was solivagant since last aurora.
And now that it's rained, the lost me is no more there. Only the dew drops left on the petals, carry the ethereal me.
©chaheti_rathore
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As i've said earlier, i suck at writing long.
Please forgive me and bear with it! <3
#belongc
Thank you for the repost! @writersbay
I am so happy.~ Rain rain (don't)go away,
Come again another(every) day.
Little Johnny wants to play ~ -
Life is just a series
Of meaningful repetitive activities
Journey from the womb to the tomb
Is full of inexplicability
©altafmurtaza -
siiddhant
5w
Read Moretime works in weird ways
it's the desert sand, right?
the tighter you hold it
the faster it slips away
just cannot put up a fight
what happens
if the tables are turned
when time's holding the grip
like a pit of quicksand
numbing every movement
leading to a prolonged dead-end trip
standing still, motionless
heartbeats echo like midnight chimes
sticking with a moment
seems poetic, no?
but have you been stuck in time?
everybody's stuck
between their heaps of debris
in a point of no return
mistakes made
people wronged
what's done can't be undone
a few feel frozen
in the quagmire of conscience
unable to go any further
feet dug deep
under the crippling guilt
un-alive, not dead either
can't go back and
beyond isn't an option
accept the fate and thrive
we are humans, after all
if nothing, we know how to survive
©Siddhanttime
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vantab1ack
11w
Read MoreThe one who wrote this is a boy :)
So if you're a girl, you can read this and feel this, and if you're a boy, YOU MUST READ THIS.
{don't hesitate to read, it's not something weird, ok?}
Read other such pieces under #vantab1ackperspectives
#mirakee #writersnetwork #writersbay
#hearthc #saudadec #blurc #shadowc #epochc #emberc #ironyc (A compilation of challenges :D)A girl on the call, would you listen to her?
I just turned 13 before some two months. It is Sunday today. The breezes were soft enough to caress my hair and make them fly with halcyon in the air, but my body didn't want some enjoyment today, maybe. I started feeling too uneasy since morning, my stomach started aching severely, as soon as the sun hastily woke up from its sleep by the alarms of the sinking moonlight. My grandma and mom were sitting by my side, and insisted me to skip my school today. I was perplexed and blurred further when I saw their salmon lips wide; it all felt like mocking my pain. My shadows were trying to tell me something, and my senses didn't interpret it. And you couldn't oppose me by my stands completely, for this world knows to laugh at somebody better than laughing with somebody; it is all the game of conjunctions and pronouns. I somehow managed to rush into the washroom, and I found scarlet hues, what? "Momma", I bellowed like that neighborhood child who fell down badly while riding his cycle yesterday. She seemed like a prepared lady as she entered with something in her hand saying, "Here, have this pad, it will be alright", she smiled with her crooked teeth which weren't ironic to me this time. I was exhausted so much. I just had a nap till noon. And when I woke up, for my surprise, I found my mother saying to father, "Kuch nahi hua hai, beti badi ho gayi hai, khush ho jao" (Nothing so severe, she has become mature now, cheer up!). I was left with questions in my head. I somehow managed to google this thing, "Why do girls bleed by thirteen?" and the articles I read made me realize, "Oh wait, my mom wasn't being mad by the juncture, she actually is quite mad, the whole world is". With these thoughts, I closed my laptop and slept with eyes open.
Good thing, girls are mature, I am mature, I appreciate that. My perplexions can only be entangled when you would make some intellect to answer my question - what lies in celebration when the one who seems victorious actually bleeds pain in the party? I got to know that this process is termed as Menstruation or Periods. Nice. If you aren't aware of what this is, I can explain this to you in my words: "bleeding crimson for four days so that the one who deems himself to be powerful contributes in bringing another creation to this earth". So basically, eggs start releasing every month from the fallopian tubes and the uterus prepares itself with blood vessels and mucus to implant them. But when fertilization doesn't take place, the blood oozes out and this is what the process means. Just blood with some pain. But all resemblances deeming simplicity have complicated tangled yarns inside themselves. Only complex beauties with scars inside can portray saudade in the best way possible, and I find myself in this genus. My heart(h) is lit up with woods which are making my questions bid sayonara with the embers. It all feels like being a girl is a curse, and these points cross my mind:
1. My grandpa had told me this, "When the almighty had to divide mankind into two, he didn't want any one of them to feel injustice. So he gave the men folk some powers to enjoy. Since he had a soft corner for women, he gave them many powers like being the creator of a creation, serving the entire family by her own strength and many more. Now he doubted that women, having, so much power, can get into severe rage and rise to an intolerable extent. That is the reason he gave them pain in two forms- periods and pregnancy (Still, these pains actually come with good outcomes)". It makes me feel that girls are powerful. Pain comes with demands. I can tolerate my pain to be great, can't I?
2. The rustic pages of the old history have narrated and witnessed many epochs and balladries, of which a few speak of war poetries I used to feel boring in the sixth period of my social classes. They speak that bloodshed signifies fighting till the end, and if oxygen still manages to empower your bloodpool, you are victorious; you've won the war. I think for two minutes in silence, and I can proudly say now that, "my girls are warriors". It instills faith in me that tough times can pass on like diaphanous feathers with the grace of wind and time. I am a warrior with pride and courage.
3. History and past is a womanish book which is hardbinded and draped in a thick black Saree, and the whole thing makes sense as 'Culture, Traditions, Rituals', whatsoever. Some attributes are agreeably useful. But the thing that orthodox or ritual families don't let girls with ongoing periods walk near the rooms where God is worshipped makes me laugh pitiably. He has sucked his blood out and gifted it to that girl of yours who fears whether her dress is stained scarlet while listening to her chemistry classes. Will he be angry at you for bleeding his own seasons? Think.
4. The fact that girls menstruate in their puberty isn't like some new trend which popped out in your Instagram feed a few minutes ago. In real honesty, your brother who fights for petty reasons, the boy in your class who has a secret crush on you, the uncle in your neighbourhood who has set up his own pharmacy, everyone knows about this. They might act like they know nothing, but when enough intelligence and vision is shown, microbes too cannot escape from getting into red-handed sights. If everyone knows that you need a napkin now, why bring fear to those by wrapping in newspapers? Why hide your masked face with another mask and give shyness one more follower? It's okay to give white napkins some white light.
5. If you are a boy and you still laugh at her at times when she would want to use washrooms frequently, don't do that. Nothing comes easy at the silver plates. She might be a mother of a child whose father was sitting near you in the fourth bench when the lunch break was near. Bring some reverence into yourself. If you can help her, that's great. If you cannot, silence has a lot to do. A girl is a soldier in lead, and you need to admire her for winning over herself and her pains, everytime.
So the next time a girl comes on a call, would you have the courage, patience and {enough} reverence to speak and listen to her?
©Vantab1ack ~ Nov 8, 2020
