Mirakee
26/01/21
The news saddened me today
To witness peace turning violent
Someone would say they've got clout
Some may truly felt threatened by the law
While some may say it's for the future
But is the future for us all?
Or was it an autocracy in the making
In the borrowed name of growth?
But then again, can we hold on to the past for that long?
Trying and failing makes us grow, wasn't it?
Silence is as great a weapon as metals
Being vocal could land someone as potential threat
If neither of it could compromise with the present
I wonder how the broken law and order would be restored
The news reminds me today
That nothing could be built in a day
We measure both the good and the bad
As much as we treasure what's best
Are we missing out on something though?
Because a deaf still remains deaf
And a blind still could not see
Somehow we've always managed to live as one.
©yoyowrites_
yoyowrites_
Psalm 91 Home away from home
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Punished
There are certain things you wish you never did-
Ignoring the pleading eyes of someone in need;
Spitting words you didn't mean
As you bow to the reign of your ego
Blinding you with the reflection it gives
There are certain things I wish I never did-
Folding my arms away in times of need
And leaving the mess as it is while I
Turn my cynicism into weapons to crush the weak
I let myself down with every actions I take
But who am I to judge who is weak?
When I suffer from wickedness and sin?
Punished for life for the choices I made
Where I plead for forgiveness I'd never receive
And be forever drown in ocean of guilt!
©yoyowrites_ -
yoyowrites_
3d
I am at that point I don't even know how far I can go but I want to trust in you, God to ferry me safely across the shore.
©yoyowrites_ -
My birth gave me an option
I wasn't ready to choose-
Either pride or prejudice, I must have one
Harder are the blooded ones to compromise
Cause if you win, you are the former
If you lose, you become the latter
And I gambled with both because
Subservience pays the interest.
As I was sold when I was in a womb,
My wings were clipped before it could develop.
Like a doll I was displayed and glorified for lies
Became a bait to catch the troubled fish
For a profit that wasn't mine
Caught in a cocoon I cannot escape
Unwillingly, I evolved into a beautiful fool.
©yoyowrites_ -
Paper boat and star
You have me dreaming
Upon the vast celestial realm
If this surreal connection I felt
Were somehow tied to a string somewhere
But slow as I am
My visions are rather parochial
To witness your incandescent glow
Among millions of stars flirting
To guide me throughout the night
Sometimes I wish,
This flying lantern could deliver
My letters written with much gratitude
Before the floating candle could sink
So my heart would be pleased
But I'm just a paper boat
Sailing yet again under borrowed light
Ferrying ineffable words too precious to bury
To anyone out there willing to receive
Because I'm tired of being the only one
Chasing you instead.
©yoyowrites_ -
Not all lies are harmful
When the news reached her mother,
Her only child was no more
She wasn't ready and no one was
A second seemed to too long to strike
Slowly the truth sipped in
In a room her soul has left empty
She began to see her time rewinding
Seeing that little one running towards her
The first step and the first fall
The first word and the first kiss
Everything fell apart the moment she blinked
Like waves crashing onto her sandcastle
And it was gone... permanently gone.
But God wasn't far from her sight
The hunch she felt the previous night
That something wasn't going alright
Made them have the last deep conversation of a lifetime
Her laughs and the usual greetings
Felt different like saying goodbye
"Mother don't cry for me
I'm happy being here
I'm sorry I made you sacrifice
Your happiness to raise me instead.
Do what you love from now on
Let me take care of you cause
I'm old enough to take care of my own
Thank you for being my mother
I love you mom"
Over and over she read
The exchange of their endless texts
Each line broke her to pieces
Each time she started over, new meaning she finds
And she found solace in the lies she created in her heart
Being unable to concede defeat to the truth that lies ahead
For truth ain't always beautiful
Neither are all lies harmful
Though caught in a paradox
Somehow, she found a way to live on
©yoyowrites_ -
Dear,
Every step from now
There will be storms waiting for you, sometimes it will
Encourage you to take a path not well known
Remember, Rome wasn't built in a day you see
Many a times you may find it exhausting but when
In doubt, I want you to remember the
Nights and days we have wished for a better roof
All to seek life away from this humble abode
To watch sunrise from a different ground
I wish you could find strength in such thoughts,
Our memories that are ever connected like home
Now that you are old enough to live alone.
©yoyowrites_ -
I keep coming back
I keep asking what I am seeking?
The place I could feel free from the madding crowd?
But how can I when I sometimes crave for some company? No, it's not the crowd that bothers me
neither is the bustle and noise of the big metropolis.
Maybe, it's my mind that needs rest, control the uncontrollable growth within its own right but how?
Trust me, I've tried to run away, give myself some break but the world is a scary place indeed, it keeps dragging me into its abyss. Don't we all look for something to get out of this nightmare clouding to muddle the air we breathe?
Well for me, I keep coming back to my journal.
As delicate as it could be, these hands of mine are my weapon to wield against the darkness, my staff to keep me company, no matter how nonsensical my points may be, I escape with each words I typed in.
©yoyowrites_ -
Discipline
If only my temper
Were controlled
To brave the the cold
Instead;
If only my hand
That cuts
Were taught to carve
A sculpture that last centuries;
If only my mind
Were trained to
Think beyond what
I could see
What great weapon
Would I be carrying
As I stand
Before the world!
If only my lips
Were not sewn
but trained to speak
All things injustice;
If only the lies
tied to the blood
Were exposed
Before it evolved
Into accepted truth;
If only the ugly truth
Were not dissembled
But shine like crystal;
I would not be trying so hard
To prove that I'm human too!
©yoyowrites_ -
yoyowrites_
1w
Matthew 17:20
"Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
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Pseudo-freedom
My Instagram today,
Looked like a massacre,
Of tri-coloured aesthetics,
But the users forget,
The flags hoisted today
End up in the dump-yard tomorrow.
We'll watch charismatic leaders
Raising banners of Liberalism and
Pulling down brutality
But if a leader , I repeat,
LEADer
Can't take criticism,
That's absolutely OKAY
Because Ambedkar stays in posters
And far from our heart,
And I know I'm not the only one
Who has comparisons in back-pockets,
Because I tend to remember
Words,
Like, poverty, extremism, racism,
And I could say more ,
But not that you would care
But tell me aren't you tired?
Of Candle-marches,
And songs of freedom?
And men talking
about abolishing patriarchy,
When pink tax smirks at them.
History textbooks Talking about
freedom wa(r/lk)s
And deprived children in torn uniforms
And spoiled brats,
With scholarships
Aren't you tired
of bullies bullying mental health
And posting motivation quotes on Snapchat?
Courts normalising harassment?
News channels highlighting rape
For the sake of TRP.
And Here I write a poem about
What freedom really means
If we dared to be better people
But then if I'm politically incorrect,
Would the country accept me ?
©poeticgirl -
Someone wrote
And I quote
"I wasn't myself for months
And no one noticed"
And I can't help but wonder
What if life seems like a blunder
And it isn't months to weep
But a lifetime you can't redeem
Forget reminiscing
Don't even know what you are missing
What would it take
Maybe some kindness, real or fake
Something that's not indifference
It doesn't have to make sense
Your cup is small
It doesn't take much at all
To overflow your brim
For you to throw caution to the wind
©fallaciesandfantasies -
marmoris
1w
Read MoreThere's a rough patch in my window sill, crooked and warped, that scratches out a bit from my fingertips when I run them over it. This part of the wood creaks, when the open window panes thrashes against it with the November wind and grows cold and bleak when February approaches over the world outside my room. I can still remember the four year old girl who would clutch onto her teddy when the sky thundered down clattering the glass panes. For the next eleven years, this girl grew up into me, climbing eleven steps down from a label called happiness, for growing up turned out to be an empty syllable unless you got brave stories to tell and tragedies to make your readers snivel. I'm not a self-ruinous girl when I say that I like the simpering rough bit of my story. That wooden coarse patch, which kept widening, because thunder would keep shaking my panels in every June; most days reminds me of people who garb up their gashes out among the crowd; sometimes because they are proud to have them and sometimes because they are tired of hiding their regrets. I, with my shaky hands and grief hewn gardens, effortlessly fall with into the second kind. Chafes and frore bruises tinges up my thighs and at the end of the day, my skirt runs too short to conceal them. My sleeves have grown weary for I keep pulling them down to my clammy palms when the elderly lady next door ask me how being a young and carefree teen feels like. I don't know how to answer her when I can feel the oxymorons fading away from my lungs, when there's a tale left shrieking feebly behind my tanned lines. I've heard them wittering about prologues and epilogues at every station but who tells you about the story in the middle that whittles the characters throughout? Who tells you about the colors that go astray from the rainbows when they start fading away behind the deceiving smiles? So is it okay to fall in between the lines of 'forever's and badly buttered eulogies? I think not, for all your childhood has been a borrowed lie if they never told you that maturing into adulthood is all but happy endings coursing through your unscathed veins.
Mama, can you feel the aching in my eyes when you tell me that teen girls of my age do not sit in their bedrooms all day? Can you feel my febrile bones rattling and trembling when you ask me why on some of the days I can't stop eating away the snacks from the fridge until there's nothing left inside? You don't know it but I do. A dog of a grief is sitting beside me, gnawing away at my sides and I'm losing weight and swaying, distorted and misshaped, underneath all the norms and the hypothesis that maturity is demanding from my conscience. Most nights, I feel like a fish out of water among a rout of strangers and that my gills are too thick for the oxygen in the air.
There are those intricate creases in the pages of my diary, smelling faintly of wilted rose petals; for I was taught to smell good to be of other's appeal. What about my opinions and desires mama? Doesn't matter because I've to shrink if that's what it takes to fit in. Mama told me that my story shouldn't have broken bits stuck at random places. And, like it must be after all these rough fragments, growing up didn't turn like to be like the young sky or like the promises made on a wedding night. Everything lead to something, while circumstances and wise people who talk in wise words kept complicating a part of my aging I shouldn't have seen. I know that this could have been done the easy way for I can see that I'm not blooming into sunflowers anymore. The folds in my palms are growing deep and scarred with all the tragedies that I keep squeezing inside to muffle their screams. I have started seeing the sky in blues and purples and greys; in colors that are runing way too deep under my skin. No, I'm not a tradegy falling apart bit by bit when I say that I want to fall for the simple things that are least loved. I fall for them because they deserved to be loved. Mama? When the sunbeams filters in through my curtains, bringing a new day, I wish you knew that you could have moulded my soul the softer way, I want you to know that lately your daughter hasn't been sleeping any well.
P.S. I'll write you a letter about 'someday's and 'maybe's because I know nothing lasts forever, not really.
©marmoris
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Wrote after a long time ;_;
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poeticgirl
1w
Read More#foodconnection #wod :( #megwn
3rd pod. Wow
@mirakee and @writersnetwork honoured ♡Womanhood
Women, my amma says
Are supposed to remember
The algorithm for deliciousness
The art of broths
My amma at 17,
Traded books for a spatula
And yet, I don't know if it's her regret talking
Amma mastered making perfect circles
Of wheat doughs
When I , can't even get my incircles right.
'A woman's age', my amma says
'Is counted by burns on her wrists,
And scars on her back'
And not freckles? I ask
'Oh that's a big no.'
Ma, I saw her making payasam
For the courtier
My elder sister was seeing
'A woman', she said
'Should know the art of pleasing,
pseudo masculinity'
And her self-respect ?
'Doesn't exist',she whispers
Di, I saw her dressed
Draped in 24 yards of womanhood
Because a girl should be holy under the fabric
And blinding veils
And rice and dal
Fish and stews
And books and notes?
'Doesn't matter'
Pa, sits beside
'What's womanhood beyond
Curry and stews'
'It's a girl, who loves skies
Or someone
Who doesn't gets her incircles right
Someone who stands up'
So the dal and rice?
'The dal and rice,
Are a part of life'
'But womanhood is all YOU'
©poeticgirl -
daffodilpearlzz
2w
Read More~The Calligraphy of my Epiphany~
There are five parts. This is the last one. #daffz
@writersnetwork @mirakeeThe Calligraphy of my Epiphany
~Withered hopes~It felt like an adventurous ride, to go through all this, which in real was nothing. The dreams within my letters and diaries, the solitude and thoughts that followed and finally being at the fagend of all, I live with passion fired by wilt hopes. How contradictory! What not, I am more than in a state of delight now. Atleast, I could go through some good lessons amid these.
Usually when schools reopen in june, the aroma of fresh books and new uniform will deliquesce with the petrichor of earth and believe me, this is the best way to start afresh. I did feel little hopeful, when the schools didn't open this june, that this unique diffusion will not soon take place. And it was wondrous, when the schools opened in january and monsoon came in winter. Yes! Last week, schools reopened here and when the raindrops drizzled on earth, I did wonder, because it is the season of winds here - the winter. I learnt that even nature changes her rules and for all the hopes that are withered, she will keep 'em aside and wait for that hopeful day to come. How enchanting!
I wish I had been her, or why not be the mirror which reflects her easiness? Some withered and some untitled hopes live in my past. And from now on, I would only wish to keep them all for future. Although withered, they were all hopes. They drove me till now, they will, till future. Like mother nature, I find it good to change decisions now. To feel good and bad. May be this was just a phase of life, with all downs balancing with all my ups. And now its over and I won't cease being who I was. At the end of all these struggles, I could feel the epiphany of this realization that "Life has not ceased, it is moving. So keep hoping."
And I do think that often, it is ok to grab something from the past or future to the present, afterall they belong to me. The calligraphy of these belongings seem more beautiful than the life itself.
©daffodilpearlzz
Bhavya Raj
14 Jan 2021 -
absynth
2w
Skewed Sky
What if the sprawling sky
One day starts feeling too shy
Of its great heights
And starts to blush
Every once in a while
So that the bewildered earth
starts finding it tough
To predict those iridescent mood swings
And seeks the intervention of tree tops and birds
To pep up the dwindling spirits of the welkin
with their rustling and chirping poetries?
What if the stars
One day take up arms against their creator,
Break free from the shackles of their constellations
And form a cavalcade to infiltrate the earth
In search of their human counterparts
Signing a pact with them of never being apart
With a pen of bones and an ink of ash
As they exchange a handful of ether for a handful of earth
Sealing the solidarity of a common birth?
What if the clouds
One day start feeling sorry
For every wounded soul below
And land up on the ground
With wads of soft cotton in their arms
To soak the flow of tears
And flush away the profound pain
With a torrent of pristine rain drops
And make a home forever in this dirt
The magic of their touch
Manifesting an Eden on earth?
What if the sun and moon
Stop making room for each other
Let their giant egos rule
the brilliance of their lustre
Every sun spot turns to a despot
every crater becomes a dictator
And needs to be shown its place
By the mighty force of dark matter?
No. Not another big bang
When we still haven't sobered up
To the last one's hangover.
Oft I look at and admire the sky
Not for its palette of colors
Or its promise of a horizon
But for its true grit to keep its wits together
While providing a shelter to such cosmic diversity
It never looks down on the earth
But always helps it to ressurect
From the setbacks of every natural calamity
And human atrocity.
But what if one day the sky finally decides
To throw up a tantrum
And gives up on this divine facade of ethereal beauty,
Putting up an insanity plea?
What will become of us?
What will become of love?
What will become of eternity?
©absynth -
bananidaschowdhury3_9
7w
Read MoreI read a prose piece back at my high school about a prince who was all happy in his lifetime,
there was a big wall in his palace
to shield him from the sorrows of this world,
So he couldn't in his lifetime saw anyone suffering
Neither he felt any pains and miseries of this world for being unaware of a world
beyond his vision which is suffering
But after he left his mortal being
and as a statue he was being sculpted
in the middle of his city
he could see everything
and for the first time he felt pain
and this left him to intospect
that he failed as a human
It filled him with void
and he felt to redeem
And he decided to help some beings
as per his might
The story goes like how he helped
three human beings
with the help of some birds I think
I just couldn't remember
the whole prose
but the gist is that
Are we realizing the significance of being born
and our lives' purposes?
One and foremost of them
is being a human
for not just human
but for one and all
It leaves me numb
when I see this world
has bifurcation
into so many worlds,
unequal and unjust
Might be we can't help all
Sometimes we can't even help ourselves too
But yet as long as we are breathing
we can try to be human
and be humane to this world around
To share Lord's light
For all would not get an opportunity
as that prince of my prose
who after his mortal life tried
to share some lights in others' darknesses
Till we are here
Let's be humans
and try to
make it
one world just and equal
for all beings alike.
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In this one world
Under the same open sky
and above this ground
I find so many contrasts why lord
Can you answer?
That mother with her infant
was wandering here and there
for search of some few morsels
if the world could provide her
with some mercy
No shelter to shield them
No proper clothes to wrap their being
No currency to meet their utmost needs
No certainty to survive safe
and secured with some dignity
in this world
This world considers them beggars
Irritating them for seeking
some help to survive
It lefts numb my lord
You provided ample amounts
of morsels
yet many are still hungry
and thirsty why?
You gave everything
which this world needs
to live in just balance
But yet there's so much inequalities
Why lord
Why?
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Human being is your answers to mine
Yes lord
You made humans
and I know
yet we failed you many where
Give us another chance to revive
There are only a few might be
But we would try to promise you this
that till we are here
We will try to make your world
a better place
with all our sincere efforts ,
in all our might
to repay the debt of yours
to give us this human birth
Lord please throw some light
in these darknesses
So we can hope and try
to enlighten each others' lives
in this world
to make it
a one world just and equal
for all beings alike
O lord send some light
Send some hope
to revive
©bananidaschowdhury3_9 -
pallavi4
2w
Read MoreFour
Love should be enough
To finish life’s unending search
Of finding someplace
That feels like home
@pallavi4
10th of January, 2020
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shailjaaaa
2w
Read More#four #mirakee #wod #writersnetwork
Picture credit: Pinterest
We all are agitated souls
Living in the world
of incessant materialistic demands
A world resembling
to a glass terrarium
Sealed by our
limited life duration
The walls are made up
of our desires
Inside which we
all are confined
We get tempted by
those fanciful desires
But we forget that
desires are neverending and
fragile just like the
glass wall of the terrarium
It looks really alluring
when looked from outside
But it's baffling enough
to make one wonder
about their mere existence
Before we are able to understand
our creation inside our glassy world,
Our senescence comes
and now all that left is our love.
Our love for loved ones,
the joyful and sad moments
all boils down to the memories
The memories we imprint
on canvas like minds
of people we met on the
journey that has been finished now.
The terrarium is still beautiful,
for the gazer who is away from
tangling ropes of this world.Terrarium ...
Continued in caption...
©shailjaaaa -
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