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  • dinner 1d

    #painter.
    #Wod/pod
    #Miraquill
    #Wtiters network
    #Mirakee

    If you see some one dull may be that person is in certain a trauma. Just lighten up them

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    Life

    Dull was my life canvas
    Lost all the hues
    I tried to paint the canvas
    With all hues
    Had lost all the hopes of life
    Was always blue
    The strokes of paint strived
    To paint the lost hues
    Drowned was I in the ocean of pain
    The strokes failed to shun my pain
    The canvas of my life was dull and dry
    Even the strokes began to cry
    Tears rolling from my eyes
    Couldn’t make me rise
    My cheeks were pale and black
    Blushing was the lost hack
    The pain stole all my life’s hues
    Leaving me in the pain of dues
    Finally I succeeded to paint my life
    With all the pain I strive

    Palak


    ©dinner

  • dinner 2d

    Six word challenge

    #six word challenge. @ Writersnetwork, @miraquill @ mirakee

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    Best

    Smile is the world’s best word

    Palak
    ©dinner

  • dinner 4d

    Trust your Lord he will help you

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    Knock

    Someone knocked my heart door
    Wishing to help me more
    I peeped through my safety hole
    I didn’t knew that person sole
    The knocking was harder and louder
    The sole was a stubborn fighter
    Was willing to be a friend of mine
    I replied without your help I am fine
    The stranger didn’t budge at all
    Kept on knocking for the time all
    His smile was warm and cozy
    Skeptical was I thinking him crazy
    Finally in his sweet melodious voice
    He introduced himself as Krishna
    After hearing the introduction
    My heart went into construction
    The heart door was opened with watery eyes
    With a smile he made my spirits rise

    Palak

    ©dinner

  • dinner 4d

    A shy playful kid. I think such kid is hidden somewhere in everyone’s life.

    #Potrait #Miraquill,#Writers network # mirakee.
    #zpod

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    Shy kid

    I hear him cry everyday
    So I play with him everyday
    Wondering what makes him cry
    Than I realise he wants to fly
    He likes to play hide and seek
    High above the cliff
    Sometimes he is timid
    And does things stupid
    Barefoot he walks on the green grass
    Greeting every one on with grace
    Now I don’t hear him cry
    Instead I see him fly
    He has got new friends
    Their stories and laughter never ends
    He now walks tall
    With confidence not to fall
    His presence is filled with sweet aroma
    Makes me wonder he is now grown
    He is no more pale and weak
    He is healthy and no freak
    He is my neighbor’s little boy
    A cute grown up boy now he doesn’t coy
    He greets me with a hug everyday
    And says after school we will play

    Palak


    ©dinner

  • dinner 1w

    An inner voice of a troubled childhood.
    # Letter
    etter to younger self with some advice. #pod@ Miraquill @writersnetwork@ Mirakee

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    Younger self

    Dear younger self,
    I am not gonna ask you how are you? and irritate you with such question . Cause I know how you are feeling right now, you might be wondering what brings me to talk to you , after a long time. While I hated you yeah you heard it right I hated you for being too generous and I had to suffer for your generosity

    Living in a joint family
    Was not easy at all
    A family tree so tall
    All lived together happily
    Is a myth
    Yeah yeah some may
    Not be a myth
    I was eldest daughter to
    My siblings and cousins
    All lived up like raisins
    But at what price
    At the price of rust
    In my luck and make me wonder
    My fate is rust
    My dreams were tattered
    As the pocket was cratered
    In fulfilling the cousins needs
    My needs were too heeded
    I had to take the city bus
    While my cousins didn’t knew the bus
    My cousins got drop and pick service
    It was a killing service
    And I envied it
    But my complaint was ignored
    And with watery eyes I would blame my fate.

    But dear let me remind you some things
    Everything changes nothing lies the same as time flies.

    My dreams are no more tattered
    Pockets are no more cratered
    No more waiting for buses
    No more sweating eyes in the bushes
    I too have drop and pick service
    No more generosity and letting go
    Today I am going with the flow

    Let me tell you something
    It’s good to be generous but not at the state of your sufferings and your near and dear ones sacrifices are not needed.

    Palak
    ©dinner

  • dinner 1w

    Don’t know what I have written but tried.

    Rachnaprapti #139

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    धर्म

    इंसानियत से बडा ना है कोई धर्म
    करते जा अच्छे करम
    मत लडो धर्म के नाम पर
    मत काटो किसी का सर
    क्यों बटे क्यों कटे ?
    धर्म के नाम पर क्यों जले

    इंसानियत से बडा ना है कोई धर्म
    इसे मत समझो कोई भ्रम
    राम रहीम श्याम और करीम
    मिल जुलकर रहो करीब
    इंसान है तू इंसान ही रहे
    अच्छे करम तू करता रहे

    क्यो बहाए खून की नदियाँ ?
    जब इंसान है हम बढ़िया
    हिंदू मुस्लिम सिख ईसाई
    मत लडो बन के कसाई
    मंदिर, मस्जिद, गिरजाघर गुरुद्वारा
    रब का तो एक ही द्वार
    तू कही पर भी माथा टेक
    नाम है अलग पर मिलेगा सिर्फ़ एक

    उसे कहो भगवान,अल्लाह,यीशु या
    वाहेगरुजी
    सब का रखवाला वहीं है जी

    क्यों लडे क्यों मरे?
    धर्म के नाम पर क्यों बटे ?
    क्यों ना हो किसी के मददगार
    क्या रखा है इस लड़ाई की जीत हार में
    धर्म के नाम पर मत बनो तुम बकरा
    वरना सर जायेगा चकरा

    इंसान हो इंसान ही रहो
    इंसानियत का धर्म को ना भूलो
    इंसानियत से बडा ना है कोई धर्म

    Palak


    ©dinner

  • dinner 1w

    Bygone #POD
    # bygone #era #@writersnetwork,#@ mirakee # @Miraquill

    An era lost in the world of lust……

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    Divinity

    Some eras never dies
    Though with passing time it flies
    But in heart all crave for their eras
    All want to be with their fellas.
    I would like to be in an era of
    Divinity
    Where folks believed in their
    Diety
    Hymns and prayers chanted all day
    While working playing all the way
    Away from worldly gossips
    Into a divine world of worship
    An era of love for God
    An era of divinity trust in God
    Freedom to wear suitable suits
    And not always saree
    An era where women is respected
    With ji behind her name
    Elderly woman mataji girls betaji
    No evil eyes can lie on her
    An era of pure divinity
    Men also associates women
    In chanting and making flower garlands for God
    An era of love and pure divinity

    Palak
    ©dinner

  • dinner 1w

    Winter is always chilly and the first month of winter is November and the second last month of the year.

    #Month, #Wod, # Miraquill,#Writersnetwork,#Mirakee

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    November

    The second last month
    Of the year
    Chilling winter month
    To cheer
    Healthy and wealthy month
    To be happy

    Trees are sombre
    In the month of November
    Leaves apart the trees
    So chilling is the breeze
    Second last month
    Of the year
    November brings lots of
    Green veggies
    To stay healthy and fit

    Palak



    ©dinner

  • dinner 2w

    Story of everyone’s life. Every girl/women is a queen. Her fatigue ness makes her sleep

    # Two ,#Wod, @ Writers network, @Miraquill, @Mirakee

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    Life

    My life is a cursed
    Blessing
    To stay awake in the
    Moonlight
    With the stars of night .

    The queen was
    Enchanted
    By the berry fruit
    She took a bite
    And went in a
    Deep sleep of cursed
    Moonlight

    Palak

  • dinner 2w

    Don’t know why others think they are only right take a look for your life book too to understand your flaws.

    #Lanture #Wod #@Miraquill #@Writersnetwork #@ Mirakee

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    Book

    Let me read
    My book
    Written with
    All flaws
    Everyday and every day

    Palak