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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_
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_sa_ba_
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Read MoreSonder: 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
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_sa_ba_
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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.
©Saba
@mirakee @writersnetwork #healc #ceesreposts #podShould 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.
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_sa_ba_
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_sa_ba_
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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
#mirakeeTo
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_
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_sa_ba_
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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
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_sa_ba_
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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 @mirakeeThe moon,
with its never ending glow,
inspires us to keep shining
even when the times are low.
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_sa_ba_
69w
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(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 @writersnetworkI 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.
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_sa_ba_
70w
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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.
#begin #beatitude #beamish #pleiadespoem #pod
@mirakee @writersnetworkBeatitude.
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.
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_sa_ba_
71w
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©Saba
#pod
#opposites
#writerstolli
#randomthoughts
@mirakee @writersnetworkFire and Ice
Your love is fire to my ice cold heart.
I cannot survive it, neither can I part.
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_sa_ba_
72w
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_
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My dear boy, the people who only love once in their lives are really the shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either the lethargy of custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect—simply a confession of failures.
– Oscar Wilde -
elusive_me
32w
Read MoreSometimes 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.
#words #understand #poetry #life #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetworkIf life gives you lemon
Make lemonade.
If life gives you wound
Apply first aid.
When things go wrong
Open your heart,
there's always a song
that will make you strong.
Hold the guitar of confidence
Close your eyes and commence.
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Monologue challenge
Over the years, I have developed this strange relationship with food. I spent my childhood staring at plates of cold brussel sprouts, tears spilling onto my plate. "You can go when you eat those," they said. If only they knew what they were asking. Fast forward to elementary school, when I found out my mom's famous tapioca pudding was really fish eyes, and that chicken strips were actually fish sticks. Lies. All lies. My entire life had been lies. High School hits, and I find out that people put pineapple on pizza. Where had it been hiding my whole life? Also, peanut butter and pickle sandwiches. "Try one," my mom said. "Your great uncle loves it." But this was the lady who'd told me about tapioca and lied about chicken. Could I trust her? I threw caution to the wind and discovered a new love. (They have to be dill, by the way.) Here I am as an adult. I survived a pregnancy on peanut butter banana shakes and Horsey sauce from Arby's, another on Chinese food, another on mango and another on watermelon. I'm surviving motherhood on Taco Bell and McDonald's, which is scientifically proven to never grow mold. And I wonder...should I be putting that in my body, or should I be force-feeding myself brussel sprouts? The thing is, I don't know. Who really ever knows about food? One day, everything we believe about food can come crashing down before our eyes. Things we thought were great become taboo, things we thought were awful suddenly become our heart's sincerest desire in the middle of the night. Food isn't meant to be trusted. It's meant to be enjoyed. So, at age 40, I meet it like I'm meeting a new friend. Will it turn on me? Maybe. Will I like it? Who knows? But I avoided sushi (like a suspicious next door neighbor) my whole life and suddenly it's become my best friend. So I give food a chance. I might just like it. If not...well, it won't be the first time I've cried over a plate of food.
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But my mother said, failure builds you up in ways success cannot.
©krishnega -
miraquill
32w
Read More--
Complete the monologue challenge.
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#writingcontest #contest #creativearena
Head to Creative Arena to participate in this writing contest and win a trophy!Complete the monologue challenge.
A monologue is a long speech by one person in a conversation which is used to express lofty emotions or to address another character or the audience.
--Complete the monologue starting with---
Over the years, I have developed this strange relationship with food. While in school I hardly ever ate in peace and I was always rushing to one place or another. School, playground and events always seemed more enticing than food. As I went to college, street food became my go-to option... -
kp_singh
32w
Read MoreIt is okay to
To be alone,
It is okay to lose your throne.
It is okay to fall down,
It is okay to lose your crown.
It is okay to be not okay in this world's eyes,
It is okay to fail even after 100 tries.
But it is not okay to give up on life,
Cos it is all you ever had when no one was with you!
And one day you'll not just okay but fantastic,
I know it seems like a dream right now, but it is realistic! -Kps©2021
#nevergiveup #itsokayto #worldmentalhealthday #musingtime #mentalhealth #hope #kpspoetry #kpsquotes #positivevibesIt is okay
It is okay to
To be alone,
It is okay to lose your throne.
It is okay to fall down,
It is okay to lose your crown.
It is okay to be not okay in this world's eyes,
It is okay to fail even after 100 tries.
But it is not okay to give up on life,
Cos it is all you ever had when no one was with you!
And one day you'll not just okay but fantastic,
I know it seems like a dream right now, but it is realistic!
©kp_singh -
miraquill
32w
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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–
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you
--Today, write a poem using anaphora in it.--
Tag with #anaphora and share.
#wodAnaphora
Try this interesting challenge!
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writersbay
32w
Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind.
Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation.
Suddenly, you know you are alive.
- Vera Nazarian -
elusive_me
32w
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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।
#poetry #feelings #love #shayari #ceesreposts #miraquill #writersnetwork @miraquill @writersnetworkHer wet hairs like waterfall
She looks so beautiful as I enthral.
My heartbeats begins to excite
when she dries her hairs in sunlight.
I send her messages through my eyes.
She smiles back in replies.
Her face shines with a beautiful glow.
She loves me, that I know.
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If romanticizing your existence is a crime ..honey!! I deserve to be hanged..
The petals of the fresh Roses reminds me of you
..how thorny-delicate you are , yet you manage to lure us with the scent of you intelligence and beauty of your eyes...
The way you treat people with kindness is something that makes me fly high in the skies
My father bought me everything I wanted..treated me like a princess..but you ..honey !! You teach me how to save money by cutting off the luxury, and helping those who need it.. My Papa buit a path you taught me how to walk ..
I love you even more when you take me to the NGOs on weekends ..and then on a dinner date.
Everything with you is beyond great!!
