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Many people are going through it,
You are not alone !
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Ekta Singh BHU,Varanasi * Student ** Writer ** Speaker ** Feminist *
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We must not accept something just because it is famous, just because everyone accepts it.
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People remain the same but their value change with time.
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Depression???
When everything leads you toward some
kind of horrible disappointment.
When you start losing yourself in every
single moment.
When you don’t find anything to share
with the world.
When you find yourself unable to
move forward.
When you give up hope in finding the
things again.
When you stop expressing your
intolerable pain.
When you prefer to be silent than
to engage in arguments.
When you feel caged in extreme
darkness.
When every action seems extremely
challenging.
When you stop caring and
believing.
When you start looking at the dark side
of the things.
When you let your doubts destroy
your dreams.
When you want to stop the things around
you but you can't.
When you start finding comfort in
the dark.
When you feel the pain all the
time.
When you are away from
sunshine.
When you isolate yourself from your
family & friends.
When you have feelings of wrenching
loneliness.
When you stop burdening your
people with secrets.
When you find yourself stuck in
moments.
When you don’t feel confident
about yourself.
When life feels risky as
hell.
When you find world
demands a lot.
When you feel ignored and
lost.
When you feel night is
easier than the day.
When possibilities start
moving away.
When you stop searching for
new wants.
When life is not going as
planned.
When you start pretending and feel
like killing yourself.
When you feel tired and
exhausted.
When you run away from yourself, cry
and feel alone.
When you start believing that pursuit of
happiness doesn't exist anymore.
When life is hopelessly
disorganised.
All at the same time.
©dini_ekta_singh_rajput -
Focus on what you want,
value it more,
believe it more,
it will grow more.
©dini_ekta_singh_rajput -
Life is like a rainbow with many colours of happiness and sorrow, but they together make a beautiful rainbow.They can't be separated.
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They bought no magic,
they just worked hard,
were loyal with their dreams,
and they simply wanted that badly.
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It might not be convenient.
It might not be glamorous.
But you have to make it work.
This is how you will succeed.
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If you’re serious about your dreams, stop trying to find the time and instead make the time to work for accomplishing your dreams.
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If you wait until you find the time to work hard to reach your destination, you may never start your journey.
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love_whispererr
9w
Read Moreकौन मेरा, मेरा क्या तु लागे
क्यूँ तु बांधे, मन के मन से धागे...
#Years #wod
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��l o s t a g a i n
my hands are so cold lately
neither my heart is warm
it felt like some bunches of ice
which is hanging on the sky
unwittingly.
i sleep on my bed quietly
holding some papers & blue ink
but i don't know what to scribble
should it be about the last December's
heartbreak or it should be about you ?
oh ! I choose you again.
'twas you who mazed my oblivion
while melting away inside the setting sun
and i, a stupid mystery/misery
waited too long near the lapland
to see the midnight sun with you
with two goblets on the tripod.
i waited too long to invite you
to have the wine with me
but you melted away silently
inside the pink-shaded sky
and behind the clouds and
i, a mazed porch waited a long
to celebrate your verses
inside the antichamber
with some hamburgers on tray
and wine in goblets.
but you never returned
darling ! I waited too long.
now my corsage is painted with emptiness
& i am trying to embroider it with your absence
~of Decembers, hamburgers and goblets
©Bidya B. -
ak_anjali_daydreamzz
9w
Read MoreAll Rights Reserved
25 March 2022 10.49 am
#was
Land of milk and honey - heaven /
Lovesbane - I made it up. Bye
#ak_wn_repost
Thank you so much for Repost (｡•́‿•̀｡) @writersnetworkLove was but a land of milk and honey
I was but what you'd call
a half-cup of poetry
My deserted tears brewed
some crunched cordial
connotations for love sake
My heart awaited in sugar-swirls
sloshing within the teacup of curio
a drop more desire with every beat
Pale promises of palatableness
blend with blues of butterfly peas
At the brink of spring I leapt over brim
to meet your lips halfway moon
At the taste of unsullied fidelity
you emptied my essence with
no clauses of crapulence
And bartered moon-dried tears
with agonized astral ash
So I could only brew sorrow
and pour regrets over the rim
as stale verses with
lugubrious concordance
Elixir of my poesis
comes down to a chalice
of coddiwompling idioms
Left with a wilted boutonniere
as the only souvenir
I was but what you'd call
a half-cup of poetry
Craving to overflow the
love/land of milk and honey
But now my cup runneth over
With what you'd call lovesbane
|| Love was but a land of milk and honey
Till your thirst catapulted sirenic sully ||
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz || brewing banes to
bewildered bonds
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fairytales_ 11w
I don't mind tragedy darling if you don't mind on making it artistic
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Remember
Remember a poet bleeds poetries through unhealed pain where everyone appreciates her masterpiece like flowers.
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Writers are paradox, they hurt their heart to bring peace to their soul.
Writers are impregnated shores
of waves and tides, of highs and lows,
rising higher with each stroke of
emotion.
They build temples for alphabets
of love and hope, and graveyards
for eulogies of loss and despair,
holding prayers for every connotation.
Writers are snippets of entire universe
roaming along the boulevards of
poems and manuscripts in search of
a home under the roof of words
and their purpose for existence,
while opening heart and unleashing
soul to rewrite the history of
reminiscence.
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From the sky,
While sirens in the distance
Compete with a flying saucer
At the speed of light
The sleepy sun yawns
Blaming the one
Who forgot to turn off the lights
Do you know
Opening a mailbox
Can take you to outer space?
You lose your orbit
And forget your way back home
Being stuck in the traffic
On a Monday is not a good omen,
Mornings aren't meant for coffee and sufferings
For a tea lover
Who woke up late
From a Sunday sleepover
What are you thinking
When your head hits the pillow
At the kiss of twilight?
At 22, you realize the constellations
Aren't gentle
To flower kissers
And people pleasers,
A doormat never goes anywhere
And there's no room for a jealous star
Life reboots
After a shot of cappuccino,
Tomorrow,
You can either have
A cup of coffee or tea
Or whatever you want.
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deepajoshidhawan
14w
Read MoreWhat if life was a simple and straightforward
school/ subject curriculum,
printed neatly and handed over at the time of admission����
Anaphora - What If...
What if maths theorems
Could be applied in our life
What if all the resultants
Would' ve known beforehand
What if Newton's third law
Was applicable on our behaviour too
What if every good or bad deed
Would've fetched similar as reciprocation
What if chemistry was helpful
In interpreting other's emotions too
What if we could have electroplated
And saved those rusting relationships
What if our life was just like
A large blank canvas given to paint
What if we got many chances
To modify and correct mistakes done
What if some English grammar
Could be applied throughout our life
What if some emotions be like silent letters
And others diffferently pronounced same vowels
What if all our failed attempts
Were learnt as a lesson of history
What if to help achieving higher goals
Data was analysed and strategies made
What if all the good memories
Were written with a permanent marker
What if an eraser was provided
For deleting all those disturbing ones
What if in this world full of
Advancement of modern technology
What if our life seeming hanged
could be easily rebooted or formatted
What if.......
©deepajoshidhawan
#anaphora
#wod
#miraquill @miraquill
#writersnetwork @writersnetworkAnaphora
What if maths theorems
Could be applied in our life
What if all the resultants
Would' ve known beforehand
What if Newton's third law
Was applicable on our behaviour too
What if every good or bad deed
Would've fetched similar as reciprocation
What if chemistry was helpful
In interpreting other's emotions too
What if we could have electroplated
And saved those rusting relationships
What if our life was just like
A large blank canvas given to paint
What if we got many chances
To modify and correct mistakes done
What if some English grammar
Could be applied throughout our life
What if some emotions be like silent letters
And others diffferently pronounced same vowels
What if all our failed attempts
Were learnt as a lesson of history
What if to help achieving higher goals
Data was analysed and strategies made
What if all the good memories
Were written with a permanent marker
What if an eraser was provided
For deleting all those disturbing ones
What if in this world full of
Advancement of modern technology
What if our life seeming hanged
could be easily rebooted or formatted
What if.......
©deepajoshidhawan -
heartsease
50w
Read More@mirakee thank you so much for improving me each day, I'll consider this as my Birthday gift ❤️❤️❤️ seventh pod I'm honoured
Who am I?
I'm an unfilial vagabond with
hungry heart and roaming soul
seeking its unquenched shelter
under the roof of poetries,
I'm the fathomable womb of
my own hope, joy and sorrow
treasuring etiquettes word by word
to nourish my hidden dictionaries.
I'm the harvested remnant of autumn
plucking smiles from my face
to bloom into clover of womanhood
and shred this lethargic skin of
teenage girl blood by blood,
I'm a reclusive manual caressing
my mother's smile and cocooning
sweat drops from my father's forehead
making their sleepless nights
less vulnerable.
I'm the hidden constellation of metaphors
adjoining to form a galaxy of deifying poems
and showering meteors of hard work
on empty streets of perseverance,
I'm an ushering storm waiting for
a shoreline to escort the tripping
waves of my allegories,
or a mariner to sail it's boat along
the thunders of my existence till we
reach beyond the sunset of memories.
I'm the rush of wind travelling
in each direction, to every corner of world
till one day life blows me to the sky,
I'm the faded smile of past,
a beating heart of someone's present,
and a liberating soul presuming future.
I'm the traversing galaxy
tracing my uncertain existence
on the paths of certain rivalries,
I'm a mere human who is
unaware of upcoming tomorrow's
but still dream of eternities.
~Purva
To people who have cherished my heart and nourished my soul forever, who have accepted me the way I am, who stood with me when days were bleak and dark, I'm very thankful to each of them ❤️
Mirakee you played with me, I'll thank everyone tomorrow still #gratitude #hs_pod #whoamic
10th June 21
07:06 pm.
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pallavi4
51w
Read MoreThe Renaissance Man - Leonardo da Vinci
“Just like disuse rusts iron
Stagnant water loses purity
Weather in the cold becomes frozen,
Inaction results in the loss of the mind’s vitality”
In these words of Leonardo da Vinci
Is the secret to the whole renaissance movement
“For anything less would be considered a sin”
Unless there was a want for constant improvement
Born to a notary and a peasant woman
Leo interned as a young man in sculpture and art
His mind however was inquisitive about the interrelation
Between science and the manner of his craft
Credited as a painter, sculptor, engineer and inventor
He wore several hats with great flair
To him art could inspire science and vice versa
So studying both seemed naturally fair
When not absorbed in making artwork
He indulged in closely observing the the world
From flying birds to the workings of the human body
In his eyes it all cleverly unfurled
He created the first parachute and flying machine
The first machine gun, helicopter and diving suit
He was the inventor of the first self propelled cart
Created the first robot, modern city and armoured tank to boot
Residing in the true sense like a renaissance man
He lived in the pursuit of knowledge and invention
His keen brain was too advanced for his time
“The Mona Lisa” came to be his greatest creation
Although his ideas went unnoticed for hundreds of years
“The Last Supper” brought him notoriety
Technology would have progressed rapidly
Had his ideas been converted into reality
His curiosity knew no bounds and made him
One of the greatest minds time has ever known
His radical ideas and thoughts paved the way
For the seeds of new creations in future to be sown
Changing the way we looked at the world
One invention at a time
We would be wise to learn from his dictum
That inventions happen when science and art combine
@pallavi4
4th of June, 2021
Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner
Omg !
Editors choice , POD and a writers network repost ?? I think I’ve died and gone to heaven today
Thank you so so much for POD and EC @mirakee !!
Thank you so much for the repost @writersnetwork ! I love you guys !!!!
#wod #rebirth #leonardo_da_vinci #renaissance #art #biographies @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee #pallavi_editors_choice #pallavi_miraquillreposts #pallavi_wnreposts.
