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FinallyI have the courage to ditch that scarfI have the guts to seperate those threads And clip the ties that held me binded to our pastFinallyI got the strength to look backRight into the eyes of your storiesAnd say I cherish you, but I have moved pastFinallyI can seperate the need of feeling and wanting the humanI can break free from the helplessness of choicesAnd see you as a part that made me, not a scarFinallyI have the will and power to say I am over your sensesAnd the Cologne that lingered like breathI have the love I have always been desperate forI can finally sayI'm stopped reliving you...©a_messy_perfection_
There's this little secret added to my diaryThe secret feeling of a single moment, those 3 minutes 46 secondsWhere peace got a new definitionWhere home was shelled in a new addressThe moment where eyes were closed but the heart was receivingA home that was caring, a moment no longer deceivingThis little secret started on his shoulder and ended in my heartTranquil the tap when his cheek rested on my hairSmothered in the scent of magic this secret was bornLike folklore known to many but felt by just oneI'll treasure the moment that held time stillAs dreamy as unicorns, as true as a nightingaleA moment tenderly crafted by childish loveOne moment built with care and a lots of trust...©a_messy_perfection_
Ek aisi qaid se nikal paana aasaan hai jaha bediyon ne aapka shareer jakad kar rakha ho, Par agar mann ke pankho par bediyaan bandhi ho toh use todna ek raat ki chalaki nahiHar din ke sabar ka tinka, har himmat ki boondHar umeed ki dhundhli kiran milkar hi tod paati hai..©a_messy_perfection_
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The kind of observer You are reading a book and you bookmark the page. You get busy but then two days later feel like reading again. You ask him to pass you the book and he passes the exact same book from the whole bunch of scattered books! Dreamm... Dreammm... Dreammmmm...©a_messy_perfection_
Aap chronology samajhiyeEarlier women simply had cloth wrapped or draped around their bodies and they roamed around and worked freely. One day, someone got a bad intention seeded in his brain. Then? Behold the introduction of women's role in the house! She is safe when she's in. Women, protected. His seed started growing and never stopped. The intention was a new normal enemy. Years later, the seed grew and branched further, like a sapling. Now the intentional person came inside the house and used the super power of imagination to get lost in the thoughts of what hides behind the drape. Behold the introduction of Parda! Because women should be protected from the evil right? Hmm... So women, protected and the sapling, it remains and branches out further.Years passed by and this superpower of imagination evolved to look past the parda (covering or extra layer of cloth) making eyes an x-ray machine. Oh no! Women needs to be protected! Layers added to the dressing and house was the best spot for spending a life. The x ray machine's evolution never stopped. But women were so amazingly protected yet again. Welcome the new normal enemy, x-ray vision.Years passed, the sapling grew into a small tree. It was now getting leaves of lust which didn't care about consent. The branches now took over movements of hands and legs too. After so long, or rather after the new normal was no more new, women again started stepping out into the world, in public places too. The branches now were so excited that they moved hands and legs and eyes to follow every single beauty they found appeasing.Oh no! Women needs protection! Dear women, you should carry a cutter, pepper spray, knife or chilli powder with you for your safety. Come home early ok? Dark place, no no, not at all. Hush, women are protected again! Oopsie! No one thought about the tree? Well, it never stopped growing. Welcome the new normal enemy, eveteasing, public teasing and unwanted touch.Well, guess what, new normal was also not new after few years. The tree was now strong, at both the ends, trunk standing tall and roots grabbing the base firm. It began bearing fruits, rather poisonous fruits that had seeds of rape culture in it. Cases of rape started coming up like a chain reaction, one after another! Oh God! Not again! Women needs to be protected urgently!!! So the earlier restrictions grew a little stronger, but this time, law stepped in. New rules, new laws and acts that said the judiciary and law is available 24*7 for getting you justice in any kind of wrong acts anywhere in the country, just name them once. Now this was on the top level of hierarchy so it will definitely take time to reach down to the lowest levels. Till that time, a new normal entered, rape culture. Examples of earlier life and restrictions started justifying the whys of current scenario. Protecting women is important after all! When the law stepped in, the trees started feeling insecure about not being anonymous anymore. Hmm... What to do? Let's kill the victim, no recognition, no punishment, simple right?Guess the new normal now? Rape and murder...It's not a fight against just those who grow heinous all of sudden, it's a fight against that one wrong direction of steps taken in the past and the ripple effect it caused all these years that waved higher with each ripple! The tree is strong, firm at its roots, its evolving too, everyday. It's not a time to accept the new normal and not a time to take revenge wrongfully by doing the exact same thing the fight is for. It's not a time to get stuck in loops of blame games.It's time for uprooting the tree, one blow at a time. Every voice raised is a blow on the tree, every blow is important. Aap chronology samajhiye, new normal ke tareeke nahi..!©a_messy_perfection_
Wanting to be by their side is not enoughThey should be ready to let you be by their side©a_messy_perfection_
@writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld Short story
"The day wasn't that good though but i guess visiting the cafe would make it better. The bell tinkling like delicate anklets with the swinging door, the wind chimes by the second window to the right, it's perfect as ever! 'An espresso and one cinnamon roll please'That always goes well with Murakami."The bell tinkles again and he turns to see who entered. Grace"She's here on a weekday? Probably her day off. A little bow, that bright smile and soft tones of greetings, how is she never off her charm. She will surely take the second chair to the right by the wind chimes and flicker it slightly, a kid discovering the new environment? Sweet. It's time for those school kids to pass by. It's strange how you form a connection with someone you never even spoke to, just saw everyday that's it. There's something that connects them, I constantly see those colorful threads between hearts, they are binded isn't it? Her thread is turquoise, serene with a tinge of depth, love with unanswered whys, warmth of deep water with chills of ice. One cafe mocha and a walnut muffin, wait, why was I so sure about this, tee hee. Hair will be a problem. She ties her hair in a messy bun like an artist giving a flawless curve to the beauty she creates. She's creating herself every moment though. When she chose to greet the doorman, when she chose to wave the kids goodbye, when that day she chose to embrace my weakest self, when that day she fell asleep in my lap, when she chose to end the silly fight and sit by the balcony with her warm caramelized coffee treat, when she said I mean the world to her, when she said she will cherish our bond forever, when she made my little bunch of precious moments our eternity, when she braced my arm while walking, when she signed up to be a teammate in my struggles, she was creating Grace. Grace, the twirling ball of soothing sighs, the glorious sunsets and peaceful sunrise, the footprints of giggling spring and cool fall, the glaze of tropical water on corals spread all along. She created herself in to y bits and look, she's creating an art still. She's licking the corner of her mouth again for the last bit of sweetness of the coffee. 'Sir, your order.'The cafe is buzzling, kids and elderly and the young. The second window to the right has the view of school kids, but the elderly couple there just flashed their brightest smiles, no waving hi or goodbye. The kids did though. Guess they saw her too. GraceI feel you...©a_messy_perfection_
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The two hands they are cupping around my world with their cold I am longing for the warmth engulfed in your embraceThe world's closing in on my sanityI crave for the bravery you gaveThere's this dark abyss I hate to faceDarling I wish your brightness never left my siteThis war is getting dense and the weapons are bluntI am yearning for the strength of your wordsI am a fighter, I will make it throughI am strong, I'll rise like a Phoenix tooBut on days when eyelids feel heavy blocking the tearsI long for your caressing fingers on my face©a_messy_perfection_
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HeyDo you remember me?Do you remember the smile I hadWhen you shyly gave me that rose,Or the trembles you felt on my handWhen you held them for the first time,Do you remember?Do you remember the day when I wore your sweatshirtAnd I made you laugh with those dangling loose sleeves,Or the pillow fight we hadJust because we both wanted that last slice of pizza,Do you remember?Do you remember the evening strolls in the parkOr cycling by the bay?Or the cozy evenings in the houseWith my head on your lap and you reading our favorite stories to me,Do you remember?Do you remember the time when you had to be a busy beeWhen you were not able to call me the whole day,But you still managed to make my dayWith the simple text saying you missed me that day,Do you remember?Do you remember the bond we hadThe emotions we shared? Or those hard moments That forged our bond with each passing moment, Do you remember? Do you remember the storms that felt like breeze Just because we had each other, Or the little things that built up to be a big bliss That enlightened the love in our hearts, Do you remember?©a_messy_perfection_
If my journey was a song... @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld #pod #song
The song started playingA chorus trickling through a melody sereneClueless what the verses hidePossibly different stories as verses ticking byOne at a time.The verse I thought would stayThe verse ended soonThe verse I thought is a short eternityThe verse turned out to be a disdain soonAnd all I knew when the chorus started for the first timeI wanted this verse to never be seenNever be in this song of mine.The verse started again when I wanted to go numbThe verse made me listen to melodies and thumping drumsSoft music? No! I wanted it to boom a little louderEach time the piano tunes played in the background the same chordsThis verse took over, only words now hoverThe melodies faded and so did my nervesThe verse I thought was perfect was just an imaginary cloudNeither too soft to soothe nor really loudThe verse I sensed wasn’t perfect but wrongAnd when the chorus started again,I realized the verse was long gone.The verse started again when this time I faced the musicEnough of just thuds and gigglesI wanted this verse to be perfect like it belonged to meWith this verse I kept humming the song in meThe verse turned unique when it reached halfwayI wanted this verse to be a never-ending syllableThe verse in the next half sounded like a different chordThe verse I thought would be till I tattooed my smile permanentlyEnded smoothly in the middle of the hallway.The chorus began, but this time like spaceIt carried celestials of the verses that playedThe chorus neither made me numb nor smileI reckon understanding the chorus took me a little more whileThe humming was prominent, the chords were dissolvedLike greens behind the mist of a new dawnThe chorus made my heart sway like no verse couldThe song is still playingBut now I like listening to the chorus in loop…©a_messy_perfection_
An ember on her hearthLook deeper she is wrapped in chains of pretty words alphabets are sinking in the skin of a caged bird she carries science in one hand grenade and bang and ruins of the past in graveyard of herfingertips in other hand.
#hindi #urdu #maa @hindiwriters #ceesrepostsअंधेरों में जुगनू सा चमकना, खुदा का यूँ माँ में उतरना !!
तमाम रंजिशों को ढलते देखा है, सूरज को भी यूं जलते देखा है, किस नाम से बयां करूं मैं उसे,उसे मैंने हजारों रूपों में निखरते देखा है !!©mysteriousde
#mirakee @miraquill @hindiwriters #hindi #urdu #randomलौट के पुरानी दीवार परचेहरा एक नया देखा,वक्त के साथ चलते रहे सफर वहीं ठहरा देखा..!!
सवाल कई हैं जवाब एक नहींदर्द कई हैं जख्म़ एक नहीं जज्बात कई हैं बयाँ एक नहीं लोग कई हैं साथ एक नहीं..!!©mysteriousde
#mirakee @writersnetwork @miraquill #ceesreposts @writersnetwork Thank you very much ❤❤:( Idk what this...sensible or not I missed you all..I'm really sorry for not replying your messages but I'm literally busy right now. Hope you all are doing well.
Dead poem of life
Barge wording and sulked versesWrithing my swagger poems Deride feedback and skeptic BodyLike rhythmic sound and elegy.It is more like unvanquished die Every breath is stifling inside The grave again as blooming aliveHovering buzzes and mollis veins A red note in mysterious hive Withstand again and abasement liesAs black walls for ominous lifeDeter soul fraught inside. ~dead pen©mysteriousde
Would the sky still breath tomorrow if I failed to look upon its face?Would the stars still blink tomorrow if I failed to gaze?Would the moon still shine tomorrow if I failed to appreciate its grace?and the answer is Yes!The nature is so perfect and complete in itself that it doesn't need us to make it feel beautiful but when we admire the nature it makes us beautiful from the inside!And then we realise we ain't separate from nature. -Kps©2022#cees_prompts #moonlover #skylover #naturelover #stargaze #moonchild #kpspoetry #kpsquotes
Would the sky still breath tomorrow if I failed to look upon its face?Would the stars still blink tomorrow if I failed to gaze?Would the moon still shine tomorrow if I failed to appreciate its grace?and the answer is Yes!The nature is so perfect and complete in itself that it doesn't need us to make it feel beautiful but when we admire the nature it makes us beautiful from the inside!And then we realise we ain't separate from nature.©kp_singh
I don't say I'm an angel but my sins might be different in comparison when told by a priest who every night walks by the train tracks from Church and thinks about not mass, not sermons or lines of scripture but about that one couple making out on the stairwell of Baptist church. He wishes he has something to hide whenever he tucks his laundry in cupboards that latch quietly. His rage is domestic, he sharpens it every night under the shadow of his own figure and hides it between his knuckles or behind his jaw. He claims his blood is darker than any holy wine, his pain a mad mourning. A person who spent all his life rephrasing words to people who didn't agree with him. I've seen him lamenting the pretty lips because they're another act of resistance, maybe he knows nobody confesses the right amount of truth. I don't say that I'm an angel, perfectly incapable of hurting people or reminding them of their own limitations. I stand in the long whispering night, unable to hear my heart chanting a distant choir in memory of all my terrible mistakes that I'm not yet forgiven for. I want to worship what I destroy but I'm hungry for it, I want to love what I create but I'm indifferent to what I feel. I write and I'm being praised for my wounds, and wounds of others. My sins might be different in comparison to a person who murdered a child across the street, but I don't know God what it means to live in fear of your own creation. - We are all sinners©fireblast_
#mirakee #ceesrepost @miraquill @writersnetwork #writer #challenge #cees_query #wod Sorry for late.. :(IDK it makes sense or not.. Writer is the "pace maker" of dead society...Writing is beyond the words..It is not only connects the hearts of readers and writers but always left an epochal sign on the people..Like the fascinating science of Aryabhatta And those conceptual explanations of Mendel How did you get everything...From the writings...isn't it..?Though the society is changing AI is emerging but nothing can replace the one thing that is writers and the old habits of writings..//A writer can make, break and heal the societyand have the power to mould the society//So being a writer is the toughest and most remarkable duty of society../Books contain millions of dreams inside the pages..And every turn is the pioneer of next step../And that's how a writer becomes the first brick of the country..//One day we all will die but what will be left behind..are stories.That'll incarnate you..And if it happened to be a good storyit would always be read..//Like the autobiography of Sir "A.P.J. Abdul Kalam"Always taught me never-ever give up..
A doctor dies for patients,A soldier dies at borders I found someone who dies in the papers..©mysteriousde
#hindi #urdu #maa #mirakee #miraquill #ceesreposts @hindiwritersI can't express you in my words But surely mom I think without you I'm just like a Riger mortis..एक सुकून चाहिए,सपने में हकीकतयकीनन मां चाहिए..!!
उफ्फ..!! तेरी फ़िकर भी मुझे जीना सिखा देती हैमाँ तू मुझे दर्द में भी हँसा देती है..!!©mysteriousde
He has a heart of gold And a stardust soulGleams as it holds,The ladened love So selfless that There is always a reasonTo be so romantic of his presenceThe affection fed is always there -breathing and shiningA soul made of flamesJust a star with a human faceHe brings the dayafter my so called nights He feels like the misty mornings for my crazy midnightsHe is a sundrenched in the moon's loveThank you for being the reason,I smile Perhaps an over thinker But I have no reason To tell him not toAs an over thinker is always in love ought toAnd a simple tale startedWith the first glance of magicand then those talks of his& with every wordevery smile every laughHe became dearer Until I can't believeThere was a momentHe was never.
Walk with me along the shore of my life,And I'll show youThe joys and sorrowsThat swim in the wide watersFrom the love that learnt to floatTo the one that drownedThe glee that shinesReflected in the starry nightThe dejection that followedAll the way across the shoreNow suppressed It lies somewhere in the bottomWalk with me along the shore of my lifeStay with me through the lowsAnd if you are patient enough,You will see the highs.