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Relationship
Relationship never dies a natural death. It is murdered by Ego, Attitude and Ignorance
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sweedle
60w
Read MoreAnd what good would it do to take all that away by just opening my eyes ?
#sweedledsouza #wod #pod #clothing #dreamc #twilightc #writersbay #mirakee #repost @mirakee
@writersnetwork @writersbay #rwu #poetry #prose #writersnetwork #ceesrepostsI cloak myself in the twilight with layers of wishful thinkings. These are butterflies called dreams, spreading their wings out like there is nothing to lose. Reality glistens on the top of my eyelids like a nightmare, threatening to open my eyes. I want to sleep a little longer,
I want to hallucinate this brief contentment again.
© Sweedle18 7 8
- sweedle @_lunar_eclipse_ @lovenotes_from_carolyn thank you both
- thelunareclipse @sweedle You are welcome
- sweedle @atticoftheheart thank you beautiful
- lovenotes_from_carolyn Always welcome.
ashamurali
60w
Read MoreMirakee word of the day #clothing #wod
I have written from the Point of view of a cloth that is used to cover a dead body.
I have heard that people get philosophical after the death of a loved one. Surely it does. I am sorry if it has put you in a pensive mood but this is reality and the faster we come to terms with it, the better.
#writersnetwork #mirakee #pod #readthisj @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay #father #deathA short eventful life of a cloth
I am a smooth, sparkling white cloth. I was with my brothers in a huge bale and I travelled from the factory all the way, probably a thousand kilometers. I was detached and packed and I crossed some bumpy roads to reach a house.
Oh! what is the crowd around the house? I can see that everyone is talking in soft whispers. I can also hear some quiet sobs. Oh! There it is! A lifeless body was placed on the floor! I was put on the body after it was bathed. I could feel the ice cold body. I gathered that it was that of a father and his children and wife were standing around him. People came and garlanded and I felt nice and fresh with so many flowers and wreaths. But with every garland, they were sobbing more. I was wondering how this man would have been? Was he a good husband and father? Obviously he has been quite a popular person considering the number of people visiting him.
In what seemed eternity, so many people came to pay respect to the departed person. I was confused what my role was. Should I feel happy or sad? Soon I was covered with flowers of every kind, some heavy garlands too.
Slowly I was placed in a vehicle that carried me to the crematorium. The children and others present gave me a final glance before I was pushed into a cylindrical shaped enclosure. "See your father for one last time" the attender announced. Everyone looked at me with teary eyes and then he tugged the lever.
Oh my god! There was fire all around me. It was burning with all intensity. I just had to give in. I knew that my life as a cloth is over. In just a few minutes I was reduced to a small bucket of ashes along with the body on whom I was put.
Unlike my brothers who ended as table cloth or bedsheets or shirts, my life ended super fast. I did enjoy the short but eventful stay on earth. I wonder if human beings ever realise that however soft, smooth and shiny one is, ultimately one has to reach the same destination!
©ashamurali25 22 8
- preetkanwal Heart wrenching post
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- pen_to_paper You are very welcome
- sulu80 Wonderful my dear friend. You have explained the philosophy of life with white cloth.
- ashamurali @sulu80 thank you. I am just fresh out of these emotions.
Scarlet scarf ©veronica_06
I am made of cotton with strain,
Dyed red and plain,
I belong to a famous reign,
I have traveled beyond fabrics and threads,
Now, I am in the hands of a girl
who has the heart of silk
and knack of a needle!
I smooch her neck all day,
Collect her sweat and tears like a boquet!
I swish to hold her head high,
when she wraps me around her locks!
When she crushes me,
I get drenched in her pain!
When she wraps me around her fingers,
I sense her anxiety!
When she holds me on air,
I sense her bliss!
When she wraps me on her,
I sense her blush!
Till the world forgets twines and weaving,
I will keep shielding her!6 1
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rashmioberoi
Beautifully crafted!
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What I wear
She wore a saree, traditional and always decent,
And yet she was violated!
She wore a burqa, covered herself from head to toe,
And yet she was violated!
She wore salwar kameez, comfortable and convenient,
And yet she was violated
She wore a jeans, rough and tough, for wear and tear,
And yet she was violated
She wore shorts, trendy and free spirited,
And yet she was violated!
She wore a diaper, she wasn't even aware,
And yet she was violated!
©gaurangig12 3 1
- gaurangig Yeah... Sad but true
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rashmioberoi
Beautifully crafted!
Hi! Can you please do me a favor. I urgently need few subscriptions on my brother's stand up comedy channel. Kindly extend your support if you find it worth. The link is in my bio. Thanks a lot!
Btw you can enjoy his latest stand up comedy:
"Lingeries, Preverts Aur Dhokha"
White colour attire
with intricate and
subtle stitches of kindness
woven with myriad hues
of politeness, honesty
and justice is best suited
when draped on human soul.
©sumana_chakraborty68 18 31
- crogers180 Love it!!
- murryben Indeed. You said it right. Beautiful❤️
- geethalakshmi Superb dear ❤
- himanshi_sharma Uhaaan... Agreed white is my favorite color also ✌
- thesunshineloves Serene ✨
leena_afsha_ishrot
61w
Read More39.
17 - March - 21 12:11 p.m.
#leena_unsaidwords #pod #wod #clothing #hindiwriters #hindinama
@mirakee @writersnetwork @hindiwriters @hindinama @writersbay
Thank you for the kind repost ♥️ @hindiwriters (6)
Thank you for the kind repost �� @hindinama (5)
Welcome to highlight my mistakes ��
सुना है, इस्सा जामिन में लड़कियों के एहमियत कम है थोड़ी सी
क्या असल में एसी हैं?
उड़ने से पहले ही उसके अपने ने सपने को नजरंदाज करते हैं
क्या असल में एसी हैं?
वो नन्ही सी परी घर को घर बनाया है
पर क्यों कम उम्र में घर में ही मेहमान बनाने में लगे हुए हैं
कम उम्र में घर बसाने की रिवायत क्यों होते हैं?
सिरसती के बीज को क्यों कुचल दिया जाता है?
बस बालिक होने में देर, और वें नन्ही सी जान को विवाह देती है
जिस उम्र में वह खुद को सम्भल नहीं सकती, उस उम्र में उससे तोहफा में लाल रंग की जोड़ी दिया गया है
नन्ही परी खिलाफ है घर से दूर जाने के लिए
उससे न इल्म है हकिक़त से,
वह अपनी ही ख्याली दुनिया में है
सब खुशीयां मना रहे है, सिर्फ नन्ही परी को छोड़ कर
काई बार उससे बैंचें गई
वो भी एक इंसान हैं
कोई कैसे अपनी नाज़ुक हाथों से, अपने फ़र्ज़न को आग में ढाकैल सकते है?
वह भी कुछ कागज के पात्तों से!
क्या लड़कियों के एहमियत इन कागज़ के पत्तों से भी कम हैं?
आखिर क्यों सपनों का उड़ान की गला घोंटा गया?
क्या यह रिवायत बदल नहीं सकती?
एक बार उससे मौका दें, खुलें आसमान में उड़ने के लिए
वो आपके सिर झुकाने नहीं देंगे
वो भी एक इंसान हैं
उससे बोझ नहीं समझिएगा
एक बार नन्ही कलि से तो पूछिए कि - वह क्या चाहती है?
एक बेटी से पूछना की - अपनी वालिद से दूर रह कर, कैसी खुशी का माहौल बनाने में पूरी जिंदगी बीत गए हैं!
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©Leena Afsha Ishrotनन्ही परी ☑️
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©leena_afsha_ishrot46 17 15
- todayis
- gunjit_jain Behad bhavpurn❤️
- i_am_an_unprofessional_writer Wah....
- soulfulstirrings Bahut khoob
favourite dress
/ˈfeɪv.ɹɪt dɹɛs/ (noun)
She looks pleased
In her favourite dress--
His warm chest
Against her back;
Hands that gently cup
The swelling hills that hide
The shivering heart,
Along with polka dots kisses
Warm on her shoulders and neck,
And a million 'I love yous'
Perfuming her little frame.
©ckfilvan99 27 37
- elusive_me So beautiful
- eniim_allo Beautifully penned✨✨❤❤
- wind_chime7 Lovely
- preetkanwal Wow🔥🔥🔥
- sproutedseeds Superb
msushil
61w
Read MoreMy Shirt:
He smiles
And I render him nothing.
He oozes confidence
And I smile silently.
Yes, he is my shirt,
so cosy,
so selfless performer;
Carrying my sweat,
he brings out the best
from me at work place.
May not I acquire applause,
And get a trophy,
But satisfaction
touches my inner soul.
Yes, he is my shirt,
so cosy, so selfless performer.
#clothing
#pic is credited to rightful ownerMy Shirt:
He smiles
And I render him nothing.
He oozes confidence
And I smile silently.
Yes, he is my shirt,
so cosy,
so selfless performer;
Carrying my sweat,
he brings out the best
from me at work place.
May not I acquire applause,
And get a trophy,
But satisfaction
touches my inner soul.
Yes, he is my shirt,
so cosy, so selfless performer.
©msushil13 1 1
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rashmioberoi
Beautifully crafted!
Hi! Can you please do me a favor. I urgently need few subscriptions on my brother's stand up comedy channel. Kindly extend your support if you find it worth. The link is in my bio. Thanks a lot!
Btw you can enjoy his latest stand up comedy:
"Lingeries, Preverts Aur Dhokha"
I wonder why people still underestimate the authenticity of long distance relationships. I fell in love with her soul. before I could even touch her skin. If that isn’t true love, then please tell me what is.
©personic13 1
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rashmioberoi
Beautifully crafted!
Hi! Can you please do me a favor. I urgently need few subscriptions on my brother's stand up comedy channel. Kindly extend your support if you find it worth. The link is in my bio. Thanks a lot!
Btw you can enjoy his latest stand up comedy:
"Lingeries, Preverts Aur Dhokha"
Red Lingerie
A portion of me feel Scarlet as soft fire
Green With Jealousy
And loved as the V between her thighs,
Yet the lacy, racy twinge of regret is sharp-
The hurt of being considered only Annually.
Why once, why not more?
I am her fierce Siren Call
I miss her celluloid curves
accepting my strings of rayon cotton.Photo By Ivana Batalovi on Unsplash22 10 2
- hoezier Wow❤
- ericajean @hoezier thank you, I truly appreciate your and others' feedback❤
- murryben The hurt of being considered only annually ~ deep ♥️
- ericajean @thedrunkhypocrite tell me about it, hahathank you for reading.
- ericajean @murryben just seeing your comment, sorry! Thanks for reading, I appreciate it
SEE MY WORTH
I comes in different form and in different kinds.
I was created for a reason.
I serves the King, the King's wife and children.
I serves the middle class, and even the peasant.
I can be something that may wipe a tears,
I can be something that warm a person who's feeling cold,
I can be something that gives comfort a person who's not feeling good.
I can be something that covers scars, and show beautiful part.
I can be anything a person wants me to be!
But why is it? why my value slowly fading through times, after the trend changed my value also do!
I have been neglected after many years of being used!
Please see my worth, you may not realize it but like food you may not live with out me.
©silentigostine12 0
Her Dress
When she wears me,
I let you see
I fit her tight
My cloth touches
Every part of her body
All day long
Showing you every curve on her body.
I feel her body move
With every step she takes
I can feel every breath that she makes
It makes me stretch
And tighter on her.
I feel every beat of her heart
If you watch real close
You can too.
I love it
When she wears me
Cause I love feeling
Her beauty too.
©johnbenson11 0
He was a tease draped in deceit
She craved the taste of sin
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He wore a cloak of mystery
And a choker of enchanting spells
She was a wishful daydream
Wearing a maleficent nightmare
©ak_anjali_daydreamzz105 61 41
- dishang8614 You're welcome dear!❤❤❤
- _mysoul "I REMEMBER"
- pallavi_b Damn ❤️❤️ loved these enchanting words. ❤️
- himanshi_sharma Ohmoo... This so enchanting
- tamanna3 Heyy anjuuu
quotesomnia__
61w
Read MoreA year ago things were different. People could go out without stress and meet whoever they want. Different styles of clothes were chosen for an outfit although now people only have to care about the casuals to wear at home.
#clothing #wod@writersnetwork @mirakee @readwriteuniteShirts
Shirts would never go out of style
Still have me dreaming that the days could be brought back with cherished moments when I could wear them when I used to meet and greet my loved ones.
©quotesomnia__8 2 1
Garment of Pride
One by one
Bit by bit
The dark haired girl
Shed off the piece of clothings on her
Fingering the last piece
a sweet smile hovered on her face
I remember vividly
How careful she choose us
Her garment of pride
Today being her wedding day
she wants those prized clothings
Next to her skin
For ages i've been with her
she treasure me
Her depository of memories
Being a mere scarf
I underestimate myself
But she value me
Her childhood companion
Standing alone,i might be insignificant
But when assembled with other clothings
I make statement
Meeting for the first time
It was love at first Sight
Graduating from High School,She held me with pride
Nervous at exams,she fidget with me
Best Graduating student at College
She walked with me around her neck with poise
She showered me with love
letting me know what a piece of cloth can be
Clothes can be source of identity
Peculiar to some races and Culture
We can be cozy and comfortable
Clothes can be emporium
Relishing old memories
Fabrics can be layered
to make fashion statement
Specific clothes defines profession
Clothes are art
We define personality.
©uniqueeunice11 2 1
I wear you down now.
The burden is troublesome for you.
You've put me into the ground now.
the logic for my use is now dumb to you.
Remember me!! I'm your armour.
The first time you used me.
was when you lost a father figure.
You wrote introvert on me.
and folded yourself unto your core
and nodded at every fake sympathy
that walked inside your door.
Still don't ring a bell?
How about the time
when you felt lost like a bat
because mom had to wear
both hers and daddy's hat.
And she did, with grace and courage,
that only a single mother can fathom.
But you were too toxic to understand her.
And so you wrote rude on my bottom.
You ashamed of yourself now?
Trying to figure your way out?
Tired of projecting insecurities as masculinity
If you let go, won't your ego be run down?
Hey, I know, I've been a bit harsh.
but we've been through so many wars.
And granted you lied to yourself
because you were wearing me
couldn't introspect , so you blamed the world.
for pushing you to every existing depravity.
Perhaps, I deserve to be locked forever.
Where the sun doesn't shine on me, six feet under
But you'll need me again, so don't bury me yet.
Sincerely yours, Armour.Just put me in the closet.
©tardigrade28 9 10
- tardigrade @childauthor_345 thank you..
- tardigrade @theidealist thanks..glad you liked it.
- tardigrade @iamgroot_ hardly..but thanks a bunch.
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tardigrade
@colourfulgreys Armour is a protective clothing no?.
It's a metaphor for how i put up defences when I was hurt rather than addressing the cause and being honest with myself.
Made sense in my head. - jaya___ Oh...yes .. intelligent
silvern_art
61w
Read More#clothing #wod #writersnetwork
I know the poem is a little too long but once I started I couldn't stop. Till the end the need to write more was there
Thank you @writersnetwork for this opportunity. I never thought I needed to write this poem till now. And I'm glad I did
RAG
I remember the day you got me
A gift from your dad
Your sixteen year old self bloomed with happiness
You held me tight refusing to let go
You washed, ironed and hung me up in your room
'Your most prized possession', you called me
With pride you boasted to anyone who saw me
Hanged for days in a laundry nylon
When the day came for me to be worn
With all the care and caution in the world
You peeled of the nylon gently
I remember it clearly, the bright smile on your face
'It's so beautiful', you'd said as you checked yourself in the mirror with me on
To bring out your beauty I had hugged you in the right curve, not to loose not to tight
'I love it'. You shouted with joy
You might not have noticed, but that moment I shined back in reply
I remember the proud look of your father when he saw you in me
The amazed look of your mother in satisfaction
'You look marvelous'. Your dad said with a peck in your forehead
'I knew you took my genes'. Your mum said with a smirk as you all hugged your family bursting into a fit of chuckles
That moment I prided in myself as the reason for your happiness
Now looking back in time, it sure was a beautiful memory to hold
But no longer am I the reason to make you smile
No longer do I get to snuggle you close
No more praises of my once vibrant beautiful
Now am just one of the others
Roughly thrown on the floor in a corner of your room
No more on display with pride
Like those before me, I'm forgotten and used
With jealousy brimming through my dimmed colour
I watch you hang more and more of the likes of me
With joy brimming through your eyes like it did with me
And when I try to warn them of a future like mine
They ignore me and bask in your care
If only they knew I was once like them
Vibrant and crease free
Ignorant of the warning of those before me
Just maybe if I had listen
I wouldn't be so broken when my time came to be discarded
But take it not to heart, my little rant
For the moments with you are my most treasured
For with you I experienced true love
Though I should have known, there was an end to itClothing
Is that all we really are to you
A use and dump
All memories together
Are they really nothing to you
©silvern_art11 2 2
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childauthor_345
Superb pieces bleeding marvellous perceptions and angelic angles ♥️♥️
Beautifully expressed and amazing - silvern_art Thank you very much
Sweater.
How I wish I can describe you in one word,
But ooh!! Have got million descriptions about you,
You're like my first best friend since I came into this world,
You're the first friend who made me feel warm, Ever since you touched my little soft skin, though you were as tiny as I was.
I will always need you because you give me the kind of warmth hen gives it's chicks using it's wings, during cold or rainy days.
©vonzealworld_poetry14 2 2
- childauthor_345 Wow touching poetry। with the perfection ✨
- vonzealworld_poetry Thank you so much♥️ ! Childauthour_345
High on black tie she wore
Blue boots of courage dropping
Silks of liberty flying along
Plain zephyrs
White collars of bravery upon
Prussian blazer of thrive waking
Slow creepers on the crumbled pieces
Of life a freed sparrow she is
Braids of poetry surpassing
Down her soft lashes
Growing petals of hyacinths.
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- lovenotes_from_carolyn You're very welcome.
- dishang8614 You're welcome dear!❤❤❤
- pen_to_paper You are very welcome
- sapna2019
