Sometimes, people give so much to others so that they can mask their own problems. It is possible that they do this so that they don’t have to think about their problems and solve them. Sometimes, people do this because they think they are unworthy or useless. Sometimes, people just do this because they have a big heart filled with so much love.We forget about ourselves in the end. It is easy to love others but it is a really difficult task to love yourself with all your heart. Save love for yourself so that you don't feel low when people don't reciprocate the love which you give them.Love yourself because you are worthy ❤. #love#writersnetwork#selflove#mirakee
This is a “thank you” from me to you. I'm going to express myself through this open letter. To be honest, I never expected our friendship nor could I see how we would grow and learn from each other. So I just want to say thank you for being your wonderful and amazing self.Sometimes it’s hard to think that there was a time when you were not this prominent in my life. It’s crazy to think how drastically life can change within a few months. If we look back to a year ago , what were we to each other? Merely strangers :p , I'm glad we talked to each other and gradually our bond became strong. We fight a lot but it doesn't affects our friendship instead it makes it strong. It was you who made me realize that not everyone leaves, some stay in your life as a blessing. When I was alone you came in my life and added colors to it. You were there when no one else was.
//Dropped On the middle of a road, People rushing past, A bouquet of paper peonies And a dead autumn shower.//
Uncertainty and fragility entwine into a vine that lurks just under my window. A numb mind and warm fingers are a precinct to the precariously balanced rhythm of breath. Solitude ponders over a drink of water, the futility and hollowness of touch. Is survival necessary? Not being able to feel someone's pain is a gentle reminder that you have become less human but you are indeed, living more. Making a small space for yourself in this world, a piece of sky that is yours, without any stars but your and only your. 'Anagapesis' tries to put entire evenings into few letters. Tethering every bit of your existence to words, often makes you misconstrue those bits. But someone who has been misunderstood her entire life, will revel in this game of misinterpretation. Travesty helps you hide. That's all I ever wanted. Hiding from reality is all we can ever do. Escapism is a redundant phrase. You can't escape from something that you are made of. It will follow you to your grave and some more. You are never really tired of reality, you don't want a break, you want to see the end. But every morning rings a gentle reminder that you are a wanderer. And wanderers trudge along, humming tunes of homecoming, a contradiction and a reality.
( Doesn't make any sense.) I was humming a Vangelis while writing. Insanity is so limitless.
i write poems and proses of everything i encounter without caring for proper punctuation or even good grammar the words i use arent pretty like yours and my verse are heavily ragged around the corner
My pen doesnt lie it spills ink imbued in truth even my fiction is taken from the pages of my book.
i write more about love; more than anything i just write what i feel and i feel love in abundance you will find me selling love, when the poetry markets are saturated with hearbreaks and pain. i just come from a place where love is about how you make the other person feel without seeking anything in exchange.
in the ocean of poetry my words accumulate just a few raindrops but the worth they carry will rain heav-ily with feelings on your heart the thing that makes them special is a testament to my art theyre just written with an intention of creating an impact
She bleeds. She is unsafe. She is Untouchable. Her menstrual blood is impure! If anyone you know, thinks like this then tell them that they’re wrong and educate them about menstruation. Cervical cancer, fungal, yeast and urinary tract infection are some of the many harmful side effects of poor menstrual hygiene. All of it can be avoided if awareness is spread. Let’s enlighten, empower and save lives. Painful period cramps, deep-rooted stigma surrounding the menstrual cycle and absence of a support system have turned a natural bodily function into an ordeal. This #MenstrualHygieneDay let’s stop framing talk of #periodpoverty around stigma but rather confront those who would shame, and deny dignity and respect. It’s an outrage that any girl or should lack period products or access to education. Women and girls suffer in silence because society has made it a taboo to talk about menstruation and sexual health. Yes we are allowed to talk about it but only in whispers. It's time we take pride in menstrual health. Let’s end the hesitation about menstruation. The change has to start from home – it is where men & boys potentially can make a difference. Let’s get together & break this social taboo & encourage good menstrual hygiene among women and men. So, if I have to put it in this way, molding a person to have a positive attitude towards menstruation itself makes a big difference. #menstruation#menstrualhygieneday#women#quote#stories#qotd#quoteoftheday#wordporn#quotestagram#wordswag#life#wordsofwisdom#inspirationalquotes#inspiration#writeaway#love#thoughts#poetry#instawriters#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writersofindia#igwriters#igwritersclub#mirakee#readwriteunite#writersnetwork
We had boarded a train many seasons ago. Till now, if we had wanted to drop out of it, we had to pull the emergency chain. However, this time, it has stopped at a place which is not even a designated station. Like on a marooned island, on a certain uninhabitable continent. Worst, it seems like the train has gone into maintenance, that it seems is taking, infinite time. The passengers are processing it in their own unique ways. For me, it took one whole pandemic to realise that time is slipping through my hands like sand. It is slipping when I am writing this, it will slip when you will read this. You are the youngest you will ever be, right now. You are the oldest you have ever been, right now. Time always was like this. Transient. Ephemeral. Unwavering. Resolute. Just that I am noticing it now. And I am majorly like this. Procrastinating, Daydreaming, Believer, lazy. Time is the fourth dimension that is always moving forward. Tick tick tick. Not backward, not any other side. Time is like a giant ghost. An illusion. which we try to capture. in our memory, in our cameras, in our kisses, in our wishes. This passing of time leaves a sour taste in my mouth. A little senile than I was a moment ago, a little less entitled to youth. I wish I could make more of my time, on time. Do you?