I could never write cheesy little letters of appreciation. I drifted away in this one too. This is not exactly a letter. More like my journey here. . . "Whether you be a pioneer writer or an experienced wordsmith, Mirakee supports everyone with a pen and a paper." . . . A big thank you to the creators, admins, sheriff and moderators of Mirakee. Thank you Writersnetwork for that big warm welcome♡ Thank you Mirakee for providing a new and interesting challenge day after day♡ Thank you Writersbay for introducing variety of writing promps to keep us busy and also, thank you for always supporting and commenting on every post in your reach♡ Thank you @readers_novella@mirakeeassistant@_lovenotes_from_carolyn and many others for supporting and encouraging new writers and keeping this platform safe and clean for every age♡
Nothing here. Just a self realisation diary entry which I believe not many people are going to read because of font size and also its rough form. But if you are reading, forgive me for such poor choice of words. In my defense, I just started. Its my first time writing a diary
(This one is too too simple. No modifications, no corrections.)
I want the freedom to fly and soar in the sky, They want the freedom to hold me back, keep me safe. I want the freedom to speak without interference. They want the freedom to make themselves heard over my voice. I want the freedom to wear the clothes I like. They want the freedom to keep me away from my rights I want the freedom to make friends, with no care for gender. They want the freedom to stop me meeting them and committing some blunder.
Freedom to me is an unachievable goal. While some achieve it, some are left behind. There can never be enough freedom for every soul.
Begin with a pure heart. Someone to hold your hand. Birthdays and heart-breaks. Breathtaking sunsets. Burn you will, you will break. Beamish, you start again. Beatitude will come and go. Learning, forgiving, loving. Beyond you go.
31st December 2020 These are true words. Each and everyone of them. Maybe thats why I like this, coz its not made up. I wrote this just now to vent out some negativity. Felt good about it. Liked it. So I'm sharing.
Sometimes problems seem to chase you Confusions prevail and all looks wrong. Get hold of the guitar of your confidence Open your heart for there always sits a song. Close your eyes, take a deep breath and just sing along . If you enter a dark room from one door Remember there's always a door to exit. If there's a storm, so let be it. Your soul is not meant to quit. What's an ocean without violent waves And a desert without sandstorm. As situation demand, just transform. Be the shade in sunlight Be the peace in case of a fight. Be the moon in the dark skies. After dusk there's dawn You should build the strength to carry on. Life moves in such a style It gives you smile but not without trial. In good times make merry but also strengthen yourself for the burden that you may have to carry. Past is past, it's gone Learn from it and then move on.
The term "anaphora" comes from the Greek for "to carry up or back." Anaphora is a figure of speech in which words repeat at the beginning of successive clauses, phrases, or sentences.
For example : "Every" is repeated in the following stanza–
Jab wo chat per apne baal sukhaate hain Toh bas hum unko hee dekhte jaate hain Hum unko apni nigaahon se kitne paighaam pahunchaate hain. Jawab mein wo muskuraate hain. Ibtida-e ishq ki ye nishaani hai bade buzurg farmaate hain.
जब वो छत पर अपने बाल सुखाते हैं। तो बस हम उनको ही देखते जाते हैं। हम उनको अपनी निगाहों से कितने पैग़ाम पहुंचाते हैं। जवाब में वो मुस्कुराते हैं। इब्तिदा ए इश्क़ की ये निशानी है। बड़े बुज़ुर्ग फरमाते हैं।