Mirakee
Zodiac
I am the queen of sensitivity
But I won't make it a vulnerability
I am gentle sweet and compassionate
But I am also strong angry and moody
They make me dance in their rhythm
I am the highness of two Aquarius-Pisces cusp.
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Love ""Pakistan"" ���� A thing of beauty is a joy forever- John Keats
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Burn
It's okay you don't have to lie
You can cry and die
Don't worry I won't stop you
I will wait for you on the other side
With fire flame in my hand to burn you till your soul dies with your body
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2020
Goodbye 2020 you have brought many gifts and many happinesses
Goodbye 2020 you have taken many priceless people
Goodbye 2020 you have given the me all the time in the world for my family
Goodbye 2020 you have changed me for the better
Goodbye 2020 All the nights and days that's I seen
Goodbye
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voiletblackfire
10w
On the dark night of 24 Dec
Born was a prince with a big smile
He was prince of many but he would spend his days drawing singing dancing with fair maidens
Still the kingdom would cheer him from outside his castle wall
As he would drown in work alone and achieve them what they wished for
When he would go down to the town people would give him their hearts as they would give free flowers
On his birthday till this day the kingdom would lit up and the celebration would continue for days
Special was the kingdom
Special was the prince
Special were the celebrations
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Flexible people are the survives in the world..
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12w
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Always wanted to write something about eyes it's not the best but practice makes perfect ��@hharshitha @syedkumailrazvi @mr__mystery @starlet18 @burning_souls731 @tobecontinued✨
Eyes
My Camera
Zooms in zooms out
Blurs the background
It's becomes bright with joy
It's becomes dark with sorrow
It even has filters like love,family,friends
And advance features like guilt,bravery,fear, angry and a broken heart
The best world camera in the world
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Flame thats burns someone's core
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14w
Giving up
I am tried.. l l just want to leave and never come back... nothing holding me back or making me stay...why can't I leave....why does the doctor says that it will be fine why just why...I so done with my life...I just wanna escape...let me die...my is throat dry and my heart is already dead as for my soul it's broken.
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Read MoreLiterature has always been a reflection of society. While some writers like Charles Dickens had mirrored the flaws of society in his works , poets like William Wordsworth tried to pacify the chaos of the age by writing romantic poetry. Thus , writers are always studied with respect to the age and society they live in.
--Today, write a creative prose or poetry that reflects the 21st century mindset and society.--
Tag with #contemporary and share.
#wodOn 21st century.
Literature is the expression of society.
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_debanjali
2w
If you walk this path on foot,
What is evil in it, who cares?
If this day passes with the naked eye,
But let me cut such a time.
If you're a whisper,
But the vibration in the heart of the mind;
Stay with me like this,
Come with me like this.
Float the boat as I wish,
Come with me like this.
Get rid of all the storms,
You just say my words;
Stay with me like this,
Come with me like this.
Float the boat as I wish,
Come with me like this.
Even if the page is unknown,
He can be understood even after reading!
Even if the book is dusty,
He can be kept close by.
Rough in my chest
If the rain brings you rain.
I keep you happy for the future,
I have found you in every dark pit;
If you become an insect and burn in the fire
Then tell me what will happen without ashes ...
Stay with me like this,
Come with me like this.
Float the boat as I wish,
Come with me like this.
If you can, in this hope,
You build a house.
If you can match the melody
Sing the song of life.
If you have any regrets,
Forget my caress;
Why mourn with the wind?
Why find me in the air?
You are next to me
Why do you keep pushing away ...?
Stay with me like this,
Come with me like this.
Float the boat as I wish,
Come with me like this.
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_debanjali
1w
I call her krishnakali
The idol has been very busy since morning. This Sunday morning is different from other Sundays. Today she has a lot of work to do, tidying the house, cooking, making honey. Madhumita is his youngest daughter. Since the death of her husband, the two daughters have been idolized almost by hand. The eldest daughter Madhushree is as beautiful as she is good at housework. So there was no problem with his marriage. The groom works for a huge multinational company, well paid, who is called the ideal son-in-law. He has as many problems with the little one. Good at studies, Ph.D. D. is doing, but the color of the skin that killed. With this, 10 relationships were ruined just for the color of the skin. May God make him the choice of the potter today. The idol is safe only if the girl can get a marriage.
Madhumita is working with a laptop in the sun on the veranda of the next room. He has a seminar next week. There will be no work in the afternoon. Come see him. Madhumita has no interest in that. He will come and leave with the judge's gaze on the color of his skin. Ever since he was a child, his ears have been ringing. After her birth, Dida cried a lot, Grandma came to her mother and heard that she should not have seen this day if she had eaten almond milk properly. Didn't change at the hospital? How can you marry this girl? ” . In a word, the shadow of sadness fell on the whole family. The only one happy was his father; He raised his head and said, "There is no one as beautiful as my daughter. One day this girl will raise my head." If he had a father today, he might have survived the interview episodes in front of this party. But to keep his mother's mind, he repeatedly agreed to go and stand in front of the potter. They analyze her hair, her appearance, her hair, her dexterity in housework, and dismiss her. These do not seem new to him now.
“Are you sitting in the sun again? This lentil paste is butter, if the feeling of sunburn is a little less. ”- Mother's voice could be heard from the door of her room.
Today, like the other day, without protesting, he smeared the lentil paste, and later the saree with kantha stitch was also made. Aina is the best friend of girls. But he never wants to look in the mirror. Didi was prevented from coming by her mother, lest she feel more black beside her. The recipient arrived 45 minutes late. The boy's mother, sister and the pot came by themselves. The boy is highly educated, studying from IIT, reading various books abroad is his hobby. His discussions with Madhumita about books and old-fashioned movies continued unabated. When Arpan expresses his desire to see her bookcase, Madhumita takes him to the next room to show her bookshelf. Speaking of which, Madhumita begins to think, can there ever be such a similarity of mind between two people?
In the next room, he lowered a plate of luchi meat and picked up a plate of sweets. Debnath, but we said first that we want a real beautiful girl. Our son is an engineer, a big job, does he have to fit in? If you had told me on the phone that the color of the girl's skin was black, we would not have bothered. Is there a price for our time? Madhumita, who was standing at the door, heard everything, Arpan's head bowed in shame, but she did not say a word in protest of her mother's words. The idol apologizes to them with a face like a criminal. Madhumita became angry and disgusted. Is there no value in her education, initiation, study and qualities?
[22/02, 00:24] Debanjali {June): You can come then. There is no point in wasting your time and our time by talking nonsense. Hello. ”; Suddenly Madhumita burst into tears.
Arpan's family left the plate of sweets in anger, yet Arpan himself did not say anything.
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It's been a week since this incident. Since then, she has stopped talking to her mother. Fearing that the news of her daughter's face will spread, her mother is almost bedridden and her sister has been called to take care of her. Sitting in the university library, Madhumita is trying to concentrate on work, when suddenly her phone starts vibrating. Unknown number, throat of delivery. Aneksana apologizes for his mother's use, wants to meet one day. Madhumita wanted to give another chance. From then on, Arpan started coming to the coffee shop next to the office. It takes time to convince the mother, she promises to end their love affair.
One day he came and said that if Madhumita apologized to her mother, she might explain it to her mother. But his family insulted him? Then? Again no answer came out in Arpan's face. It feels better to be alone than to have a life partner who can't stand up for you, who can't speak up for you, who doesn't have the backbone to protest injustice. After paying his share of the coffee bill, he came out of the coffee shop. I took a taxi home.
: Suddenly I saw my reflection in the rearview mirror of the taxi. He looked at himself with blurred eyes. Suddenly I remembered a forgotten day. He was in class two, he used to do very good plays, the teachers used to praise him a lot, but he was not allowed to audition for the play Snow White. That day was very cloudy like today. Her father made her stand in front of the mirror that day and said, “Mother, never look for your own dignity in the eyes of others. Many learn to love themselves before they love. Remember you are Ananya, because there is no one else in the world like you. The one who can see the inner beauty by impressing your outer form, will understand your true value ”. The clouds parted and suddenly the sun rose. cut the base of his face and smiled a little. He decided that he would never suffer from inferiority complex for anyone, that he would arrange his life according to his own rules, just like his father wanted.
: On that day, Madhumita threw all the fairness creams back in the dustbin, picked up the phone and contacted her childhood friends with whom she thought she would one day do a drama group. Today, after five years, their team has become quite famous after overcoming various failures and criticisms. He is beginning to appreciate his talent. After completing his research with drama, he is now a postdoctoral fellow, as well as a part-time lecturer at a college. He seems to have found himself anew. After many unsuccessful requests to find a son, the idol has now accepted that this girl will not marry again. But no matter what Madhumita said, her simple imaginative mind knew that one day someone would ignore her outer shell and see her inner mind.
Their team got a chance to perform for the first time at the academy. Director Pinakida is a very picky person, so I have to spend a lot of time behind the rehearsals these days. Pinaki Da, a senior at Madhumita College, is a writer and lecturer. He was very interested in drama from college life. He was also associated with a drama troupe for a long time. He had been feeling a little distracted since this morning. Madhumita was a little shocked at first, then she managed to smile and said, “Think Pinakida, won't you regret your black wife for the rest of your life? “
Two days later, Pinakida did not say anything. Rejection, however, has become a habit in Madhumita, as if a fog had settled somewhere in her mind. At the end of the rehearsal, as she was getting ready to go home, Pinakida handed her a new copy of the script and said, "I've made some changes. I'll open it tonight." As soon as he returned home and opened the copy of the script, a paper fell from him. No, not a letter, just a few lines written in pearl handwriting.
: “Thus the black Kajal cloud comes to the northeast corner in the month of June.
In this way, the black soft shadow is called Tamal-forest in the month of july
Thus in the night of Sravan, suddenly happiness comes closer.
Black? No matter how black he is, I have seen his black deer eyes.
I call it Krishnakali. "
The fog inside his mind suddenly disappeared, he sat in front of the dressing table and looked at himself once, really, how beautiful his eyes were, he never noticed the color of this skin. He picked up the kajal from the drawer and turned it around. He opened the door and stood on the verandah. In the spring air of the late afternoon, the song was sung with the cuckoo sitting on the tree next to it, opening its soul.
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_debanjali
2w
Autobiography of a pen
I am a pen People also call me as Pen. For centuries I have been used for recording of knowledge. I have written informative things in different places. Nowadays people mostly use me for writing on paper.
Children especially like me. With my help, they learn to write. My importance is remembered when a person wants a bank a lot without taking a pen. When he has to fill the form to withdraw money, he remembers that he forgot the pen at home. He then requests others to give him a pen
I am used everywhere in schools, colleges, offices, shops. Children use me to read in school. Teachers use mine to check children's copies. Employees in the office use me to do their work.
In stores, the shopkeeper uses me to keep his accounts. Journalists particularly like me. He writes new news with my help and then publishes it in the newspaper. I have always been a special choice of journalists.
My price is cheap, but I am a good thing. All work stops without me. Unless a person signs his signature on a paper using mine, that paper has no value. In this way my importance is very high.
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_debanjali
1w
You are busy!
There are thousands of curses in the crowd
The dust of a piece of memory you left behind
A faint hint of green on the concrete wall
My feelings are shaken anew
You have seen the old rusty letter
Didn't see the extinguished Nibpen characters
Looking for a five star hotel on a spring night
I did not hear the song of the mast tied to the river bank
Dreams walk in my eyes
On the winding streets of the past with you
What is born in the cactus weed!
But I still do not know the answer
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TRUTH
Finding happiness brings sorrow, this sorrow is found all the time in life that shares all the pain of the heart. Such people are found less in life.
خوشی کو ڈھونڈنے سے غم ملتے ہیں یہ غم زندگی میں ہر دم ملتے ہیں جو دل کے سارے درد بانٹ لےایسے لوگ زندگی میں کم ملتے ہیں
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mr_lucifer
2w
Read More18/11/2014
Tuesday
11:00 AM to 11:15 AM
Dear diary ,
Finally helped my crush to get back with her BOYFRIEND , I know right it sucks but still I just want her to be happy that's it .
Also something happened there was a girl I have no idea who she is or her name turns out she was my 4 grade classmate I completely forgot her .
It was a interval I was walking out to get some air also waiting for my friend to join me but he was busy copping notes he does that, so nerd .
As I was standing near the door she popped in and said "Hey Vishnu today's is my birthday "
I was like so confused but I noticed she was holding a Munch chocolate box in her hands
she came with her friend,
by the way I know her friend she was my friend too
not too close still a friend
I was controling so hard not to look the chocolate box because it was so tempting
*sighh i love wafer chocolates.*
I said "Happy birthday" and finally she gave me the chocolate , a 2 rupee Munch .
Then I was thinking who she is , cause she knew my name
I was just a boy in the corner not so popular so my mind keep on asking who she is
My mind started to recall some memories
Actually I knew her
A stubborn girl with short hair piranha hair clip on it ahhh the clip was like that so
also I remember she used to have a double sided blue ink pen .
I was like "at least someone remember me , Thank you "
Among all those stressful things
*Deep exhale* She made my day
See you tomorrow
Your blabbering friend
Vichu
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@writersnetwork Thanks for the (❤️) read©mr_lucifer
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#mondo #wod
#soul_tribe
Collab with @santas_number1_elf ❤️
It was nice tho *virtual hi_fi*.
