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  • _sa_ba_ 36w

    Sonder: The realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.
    ~The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows by John Koenig

    @miraquill @writersnetwork
    #lovewordc #ceesreposts #pod #sonder

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    I love that word. Sonder. I love how it constantly reminds me that there is always something more to know about everyone, friend or foe. There are stories, waiting to be told.
    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 62w

    Should I let myself heal?
    Stitch lies, to places which bleed?
    Maybe. But it'll be a temporary seal.

    Instead, I'll let the wounds grow.
    Remember pain and let the blood flow.
    Mark a path, for the lost to follow.

    ©Saba


    @mirakee @writersnetwork #healc #ceesreposts #pod

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    Should I let myself heal?
    Stitch lies, to places which bleed?
    Maybe. But it'll be a temporary seal.

    Instead, I'll let the wounds grow.
    Remember pain and let the blood flow.
    Mark a path, for the lost to follow.


    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 62w

    Falling star,
    night's tear.
    Striking debonair.
    Falls apart, burning,
    from heat of two heart's flare.
    ©Saba
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    #free #wod #star #ceesreposts
    @mirakee

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    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 65w

    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.
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    "Whether you be a pioneer writer or an experienced wordsmith, Mirakee supports everyone with a pen and a paper."
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    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♡


    #Ltcmc
    #ceesreposts
    #letters
    #mirakee

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    To
    The Mirakee Team
    19-02-2021


    Back in early 2017, I was scrolling through Playstore, not sure about which app I wished to try. I was just searching for something that would distract me from daily struggles. A game, a quiz, a social app, anything. There I came across Mirakee. After reading about it, a writing app seemed perfect to vent out some mixed feelings.

    I installed it, wrote something and posted. Just a few minutes had passed when I recieved a like and Writersnetwork commented ' Welcome to Mirakee'. As I do not have many people to call as friends, this small gesture did feel good. Thank you Writersnetwork!

    People here were so welcoming and the app's design and daily prompts were inviting me to write more and more. As I didn't own a phone back then, everyday, at 9 am, I used to note down the prompt and write all day. I waited for my father to come home so I could post all those things I had penned. Those some minutes spent here felt like heaven. I spent half of my phone time here, reading, writing, commenting and reposting. It was very much fun. At the same time, my writing skills improved too and so did my English test marks.

    I informed some of my friends about this app. Sadly, no one, except my cousin was interested. I made many friends here and we always supported each other but I had no idea that all this excitement will soon come to an end. I intended to keep my writeups anonymous but after some time some friends of mine came to know about my account and started reading. I didn't like this. I felt insecure. The freedom, to write just anything, was snatched from me. I screenshotted a few of my best writeups and with a heavy heart, deleted that account to start a fresh journey at a long known place.

    But as is a case of almost every writer, I lost my motivation some months back. It has still not returned. Everyday I wait for daily challenges by Mirakee & Writersbay and I push myself really hard to write something. But all in vain. I don't think this motivation is coming back anytime soon. But I'll always be ready in case it decides to surprise me. I'll read new posts daily and who knows, maybe a post, a comment or even a prompt will rekindle that lost flame? Wish me luck.

    To the creators, I would like to say that...
    There are many more writing apps that, maybe, provide better features than Mirakee. I also tried a few. But these platforms lack support and encouragement. Also, some have so many challenges going on that they leave you confused which one will be the best to participate in. Their community is so huge, you will get lost in the crowd and in the process of gaining recognition, lose yourself. They may provide better backgrounds, better fonts, but the price is a few genuine readers. A writer writes for the world so that it can read, understand and learn from his/her experiences. But with such small reach, writing becomes dull. That is where Mirakee stands out in a herd of writing apps. Whether you be a pioneer writer or an experienced wordsmith, this community supports everyone with a pen and a paper.

    I would call Mirakee a savior. I have no idea how many lives this app has saved. Maybe someone was ready to enter a world beyond life and death but all they actually needed was someone or someplace to express themselves, to unload that heavy burden from their hearts. And I believe Mirakee was there with them in those tough times as it has always been with me. Mirakee entered my life when I was going through a tough phase. It holds a special place in my heart and therefore, even after trying, I could never write anywhere else. People made best friends here, some found the love of their lives and for some this has been a place beyond worldy affairs. You never know how many lives it has changed. You will never know. But it surely has made a difference.

    In Mirakeeland, I've always recieved so much love and care. Mirakee is more like a home to me than just a writing app. Thank you Mirakee, for never judging or stopping me to express my emotions. I can't thank you enough for letting me be myself.

    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 new and interesting challenges day after day♡
    Thank you @writersbay for introducing variety of writing prompts 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♡

    Keep writing. Keep shining. Keep growing.

    With love,
    ©_sa_ba_
    A Mirakean

  • _sa_ba_ 66w

    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��

    #diary

    E n j o y ����‍♀️

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  • _sa_ba_ 68w

    The moon,
    with its never ending glow,
    inspires us to keep shining
    even when the times are low.
    ©saba

    #writersbay #mirakee #PoD #ceesreposts #picturec
    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    The moon,
    with its never ending glow,
    inspires us to keep shining
    even when the times are low.

    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 69w

    (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.

    ©saba



    #freedom #wod #ceesreposts #pod #mirakee
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    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.

    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 70w

    Beatitude.

    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.

    #begin #beatitude #beamish #pleiadespoem #pod
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Beatitude.

    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.

    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 71w

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    �� ������������ �������������� ����, �������������� ������ �� ��������.
    ©Saba

    #pod
    #opposites
    #writerstolli
    #randomthoughts
    @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Fire and Ice

    Your love is fire to my ice cold heart.
    I cannot survive it, neither can I part.

    ©_sa_ba_

  • _sa_ba_ 72w

    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.

    #annoyed #feels

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    I was so annoyed. I don't know at what or why. I was simply annoyed. There's no explaination to that. I was so annoyed I felt like crying. I felt like throwing something or breaking something. I was so annoyed, it was hard to contain. But I couldn't cry. I didn't want to show you my issues. For you, I'm good. Problem-free maybe. But I'm not, and that, I didn't want to show. But it became so bad, the held up tears. They burned my eyes, ached my head. My brain felt like lead. So heavy. But I couldn't cry. I didn't want yo cry though I was exploding inside. There was so much pressure. Maybe blood pressure? I don't know. My muscles were so tight, my heart pounding hard. I could die. I had to do something, I had to cry. So I did. Alone. Away from any human eye, my eyes bled my heart's unknown pain. It helped you know. It felt good. It felt like rebirth. As I lay there, crying my heart out, lifeless on my bed. No muscle working but the eyes. I cried. I let out the pressure.
    I'm not dying now. It feels good. Fresh. Like rebirth.
    ©_sa_ba_