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  • rhythmic_beats 65w

    Sunflowers planted in the land of droughts
    To downpour blissful drops of life to
    Breathe again the divinity of lost life.
    Swiftly drought transformed to lively
    Woods of Amazon.
    But she was stabbed with curses
    And wild scratches by a hungry demon
    And slit her rosy lips by fake smiles,
    Dressing her as the most exultant flower
    In the society's garden of "Happy married life".
    Scared sun never entered that walls
    Where even the moon was scared to
    Send the night by opening that doors
    Of graveyard! It was no more a home
    But was a haunted house by alive morons;
    Undressing her ribs to drink her elixir of blood,
    Pulling her poetic hairs to burn it with
    Deadly desires echoing since ages!
    Her eyes were teared apart every night
    By the scavenging poisoned teeth
    Killing her screams behind the curtains
    Of gentleman.
    Her blessed legs flowed
    Rusty blood, inking the floor by
    Horrible pigments of trauma,
    Abandoned in curse.
    Her cave was broken aggressively all
    Day and night breaking her backbone
    Of courage to ashes.
    Sunflowers face towards the direction
    Of sun, up in the sky,
    But there are also bunch of sunflowers
    Who face the towards the direction of
    Hell to hide her decaying tissues.
    Petals of sunflower leaked merlot scars;
    She wore the mask of sunflower behind
    Which she was an alive caged zombie,
    Who was forced to kill herself by slow poison
    Of brutal miseries.

    S/h/e turned to s/hhhh,
    She rooted herself in the graveyards.
    Sunflowers breathing in the graveyards,
    Eclipsed the entry of sun forever.
    © rhythmic_beats

    By the time you are reading this post many innocent women are harassed, killed, raped for dowry, infertility and to fulfill sexual desires. Yes! In our society there are bunch of sunflowers growing in the graveyard, where each one of us fear to enter and free those souls from the haunting demons.

    Image: Instagram

    #sunflowers of #graveyard
    #rape #dowry #infertility #women #miseries
    #life #poetry #mask #abandoned
    #rhythmic_beats #mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Sunflowers breathing
    In the graveyard...

  • dr_amyne 70w

    ( OH MAMA AFRICA ! )

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Where lie the problems and the solutions?

    The educated and the enlightened who keep quiet while silently watching the predicaments like frightened Owls?

    Or the hungry leaders who keep prowling and looting the resources meant for the proles ?

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    On mental health issues and mental toughness

    All they care about are the mortal human bodies

    That will one day decay and get lost in the cosmos

    Neglecting the most important, the immortal human souls

    No one care about your mental health, they just feed you carbohydrates

    Not knowing there is big fire burning inside the minds of the big guys and girls

    You fought all the internal demons that are trying to bring you to your knees

    If one day you let your tears out, and cry ones, twice, or thrice before you continue the unending internal battles

    They say " Come on big guy/girl ! Don't embarrass yourself and the big guys/girls, only the weak minded cries

    They don't know : “People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long", not sometimes but all the times

    So you suppresses your emotions away from them, because those emotions have no values in their eyes

    They have no idea that your emotions and your tears came from strength and from the warrior mentality that you posseses

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Had we known any better

    We would have been greater

    And take care of our brothers and sisters more smarter

    But Mama Africa when I want to move out of town to explore greatness, your sons and daughters say " So you are neglecting your family? Otherwise, stay closer"

    "It's too dangerous outside, better safe in your own little town in that shelter"

    But in the shelter it's size is smaller , and it's raining and leaking, I am catching fever

    And no growth in comfort zone whatsoever

    " Don't go to those gardens,
    we were told by our ancestors their fruits taste bitter "

    Some rules are meant to be broken, so I explore the gardens, I became an explorer

    My God! I found out those bitter fruits taste better

    And other many fruits taste more sweeter

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    I wanted to marry, they said "Yeah but only in our little Town, no any place safer"

    I grew up in that little town, not knowing the greatness of people like Alexander

    The way of life, traditions and mentality of my town were all I ever knew, nothing newer

    Until He came to my rescue, and sent me further

    He say " Travel and see for yourself the nations and civilizations that were former "

    Because traveling widens your horizons and makes you a good observer

    Nothing much can you see if all your life you are an insider

    Get out and tell me what it's like to look at your town from perspective of an outsider

    "Is your judgment the same?", No my judgement is more objective, because now I am more of an observer

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    Would you forgive me for not knowing any better?

    I have this autistic sister

    Spending every penny of our earnings out of love for her to get better

    Taken to gazillion of times to traditional healer and Islamic Center

    Bombarding her with herbal remedies lacking medical trials and license whatsoever

    She has been said to be possessed by the evil spirit, Jin, so said the insider

    I began to believe what they said, until when I saw similar situation approached in different accurate ways by outsider

    The outsider said to me " all her activities, symptoms and signs are busy telling you ' Look I am not possessed but Autistic female, so I am your Autistic Sister"

    " That's why you are missing the prevention, diagnosis,and management of such cases, now what you gonna do that you know better?"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Yes my son, now what would you do about your sister's situation? , Answer the damn question"

    I would study the case, and refer her to right medical institution

    And pay more attention in the society for early diagnosis, management of similar or entirely different cases with their prevention

    " Son, Is that all you learnt from the outsider, after all the given information?"

    Mama, the outsider built special schools for people struggling with mental disorders for special intervention

    They built homes for them, and say " Look beautiful come over here it's more safer in this accommodation"

    Protecting them from the society that always attack them due to it's ignorance of clear picture of their condition

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Ok now tell me what about your other brother who couldn't talk fluently like you, didn't you get inpatient waiting, thinking he was taking centuries, for him to express himself and his situation?"

    " Wanting him to think, act and speak like he has no limitation"

    " Tell me what the outsider said about his condition"

    Oh the outsider said " Your brother has what we call 'Apaxia' for decades" , everything has level, stop calling anything you don't understand 'evil spirit'. Mama, you see Apaxia and Autism I never heard about them where I grew up. What a tribulation

    The outsider further said : "Look, these beautiful humans, one has Autism, one has Apaxia, this is how to better their condition to avoid any further complication"

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " Glad to hear that, but what about woman, her freedom and liberty in this society ?"

    " So many troubles she carries on her shoulders, what a tragedy"

    " For years she has been married, but no sons, and daughters of her own, she is not lucky"

    " The society put the blame on her saying she is infitile, that the husband should marry more women more fertile, that she shouldn't be shown any mercy"

    But the outsider found out that the problem of infertility is not only arising from the woman, man's sperm count in many of the cases is the one faulty

    Mama, I couldn't imagine the sadness and weight on your shoulder, hold on little more we are working to fix the predicament even though slowly. It's so bulky

    ( Oh Mama Africa! )

    " My beloved Amin, my faith is being restored, I am proud of you, now I can rest in peace knowing freedom, justice, liberty, mercy and equality would be served in this society"

  • shay20s 77w

    Precious babies

    I see mothers drop thier little ones every day,
    I stand and welcome them with a smile which they cannot see, but my eyes show what the mask hides.

    I want that,
    I long for that,
    I look forward to that,
    But I can't have that.

    So I stand and welcome them with a smiling face, they cannot see it but my eyes speaks it.
    A dream I might never reach, so your child I will keep. Just for a few hours, just to play, while you slave away your day and come take your precious babies away.

  • _infinity_writer_ 88w

    Little hands

    The room was filled with people…

    She hadn’t been like this for a really long time. All dressed up and mingling with everyone. Her earring was heavy when a little hand tried and grabbed it. She looked down at the bundle of joy in her hands. Her a year old son was trying to grab and play with her earring. She smiled down at him and held him closer.

    It was hard, when they were told that they couldn't have a baby. They didn’t know what to do. One hand it was guilt that she couldn’t give him the joy of fatherhood. On the other hand, it was people and their opinions. She was infertile. He was unlucky. It’s their job. Did they see an astrologer when they got married?, where their opinions. Like a guy sitting at his home and predicting things would know more than a guy with a 5 year degree, she chuckled looking at her son.

    Adoption was the last call. Everyone in her family denied it. There might be another way. See this doctor. Look at this treatment. Eat this. They said. But She knew they were just in denial. They didn’t like the idea of adoption. Fighting against her family,he stood by her all the way. Maybe another marriage.. Made them put their feet down.

    They chose adoption. They met the mother, talked and were happy about their final decision. Everything was good. But the mother did not make it. Take care of your son, were her final words. Thank you, she thought, looking at her son in her arms now, thinking about his real mother.

    “Hey, you okay?” he asked, hugging her from behind, making funny faces at his son. “You asking me or your son?” she teased. “Both mamabear and babypanda” he said. “We are good, just...happy” happy that we have our son. “Wish she was here”, she said. “She will be happy that you are taking good care of her son,” he said.

    Happy that you are his mother….


  • krithigakrishnan 89w


    where are you my little self?
    my womb here is all your home...
    let's cuddle, enjoy stories, play, play and play...
    until it tires you ...
    I wait, wait and wait...
    Only to see my stained clothes...
    waiting to see u as those double lines
    In that first form of yours...
    will u be a mama's boy or a papa's girl?
    we r here to embrace you ...
    Make some mess and be a little pain
    Mama is here to pamper you though!
    Let me sleep for sometime ... Make no noise
    oh there goes my breakfast down on the floor...
    mischief mastered, yet thy cuteness wins!
    Forever you'll be our little king!

    let me conceive you in all my veins!
    you make my life go on...
    may you be the brightest star...
    Birthing you is giving life to the eternal dream of my nights...
    Papa's happiness and mama's everything...
    we long to have u here!
    so much of patience tested!
    The wait is insurmountable...
    like those little shades of greens amidst the sands of the deep desert...
    Come to us dear!
    Will you hv mama's eyes and papa's tone?
    I know you are d best...
    you are me and him...
    you are our love...
    come to us dear love...

    knew not how you'll be named...

    planting my unsoiled kisses in the air...
    To my unveiled little one!
    let me mother you though u aren't born!
    For your heart wil first beat within me...
    And you'll live within me forever and ever !

  • s4lwaa 100w


    Little girl, four, plays with her baby doll
    Pushing her doll in her toy stroller
    Little girl, ten, plays mummies and daddies
    Imitating the gestures of her own mother
    Little girl, thirteen, gets her first period...

    Her mother tells her gently,
    This is your womanhood.
    You embody the circle of life.
    One day you will use this gift
    To fulfill your purpose on this earth.

    Girl, sixteen, laughs with friends
    Listing names for their future children
    Girl, eighteen, prays to God
    That she finds her soulmate
    And from his everlasting love
    Can start a family

    Woman, twenty-two, meets him.
    A man that fulfills her truth
    He tells her softly,
    I cannot wait to build with you
    And make you a home

    Woman, thirty, floats in thoughts
    Lays in her oceans of doubt,
    Woman, thirty-five, drowns in silence,
    Yet to become this home they speak of.

    She asks herself repeatedly,
    Am I less of a woman,
    If I cannot be the walls for another soul?
    Am I less of a woman,
    If within me does not hold the future?
    Am I less of a woman,
    If I cannot be a mother?


  • cassandraamay 129w

    Damned Edges

    This pain, the pain of losing you, is ever present.

    And while it's true that the years have dulled that pain, softened the hardness, like water rounding a rock; if I let it, the edges become sharp again.

    When I think too long, or I see your eyes in another baby's round face, those damned edges once again cut deep into my heart.

    I'm much more solid in who I am as a woman now, in the fact that I will never be a mother..
    Your mother.
    Most days, I'm even confident in these facts.
    But some days...

    I just miss the hope of having you.


  • lovingnight 130w


    अजीब घुटन है इस फ़िज़ा की हवा में अब तो
    सीने में जाती हर सांस शिकायत करती है।
    हाँ सच है ये जमीं हमें जन्म देते ही साथ में
    एक टुकड़ा आसमान देने की इनायत करती है।

    पर किसको रोके किसको टोके सब प्लास्टिक की गिरफ्त में है,
    मिट्टी हवा पानी अब हर चीज बीमारी करती है।
    घबराती है आने वाली नस्ल, और उन्हें पाने को,
    कितने ही घरों में माँ कि सूनी कोख इबादत करती है।

    अजी दुखता है मुल्क में दिल सभी का जब जब
    एक माँ की ममता सरहद पर शहादत करती है।
    पर तब ज्यादा दुखता है जब उन्ही माँ के लालों के
    ताबूतों पर इस देश के नुमाइंदों कि जमात सियासत करती है।

    जाती धर्म रंग पैसों से बाँट कर समाज को,
    ये दुनिया मार काट मचाने की जहालत करती है।
    उठा के देखो तो इतिहास, बहुत आए बहुत गए,
    बची सभ्यता बस वही जो मोहब्बत करती है।

    गाड़ियों का शीशा साफ़ करते, रुखडे गाल लिये बच्चे की हैरानी,
    अमीरों के चंद सिक्कों पर मुस्कुराया करती है,
    ये देख झुक जाता है सर शर्म से जब किताबों का नहीं,
    कचड़े का वो नन्ही सी जिंदगी बोझ उठाया करती है।

    हाथों में कालिख, और आंखों में महलों के ख्वाब,
    लाखों बेरोज़गारों को सड़कों पर सोने को लाचार करती है,
    सूरज तो उनका भी निकलता है पर फिर भी अंधेरा नहीं जाता,
    कि रौशनी भी औकात का मुआयना कर उजाला करती है।

    ताउम्र ईंट ईंट जोड़ उसी पति के खून पसीने का,
    माँ जिस घर को ईमारत करती है,
    उसी घर की बिटिया से गली के नुक्कड़ पर,
    कुछ बिगड़े बेटों की नीयत शरारत करती है ।

    ना जाने क्यों ठेस लगती है इनके अहम् को
    जब वह खुद अपनी हिफाजत करती है,
    खतरे में आ जाता है संस्कार इस दुनिया का जब
    दोहरे मापदंड के खिलाफ वो बगावत करती है।

    यूँ तो बराबरी का दम भरते हैं पर अगर लड़की
    अपने पैरों पे खड़ी हो तो हिकारत करती है,
    कोई उसका बलात्कार करें तो कुछ नहीं पर
    वो प्यार करें तो क्या खूब तिज़ारत करती है।

    थक गयी हुँ पर ना जाने और भी कितने जवाब ढूंढने हैं,
    क्या करूँ ऐ जिंदगी, क्यूँ तू ये जलते से सवालात करती है,
    अजीब घुटन है इस फिजा की हवा में अब तो
    सीने में जाती हर सांस शिकायत करती है।

  • robyn_margaret 163w

    My life story

    I finally started dating
    That weirdo from school
    After 3 years of awkwardness
    My dreams have come true

    He finally asked me out
    And we made some time to chill
    He was just so perfect
    That I never noticed I fell head over heels

    2 months in
    We decided to move away
    We struggled for a baby
    and I was crying everyday

    He always cheered me up
    And he wiped away my tears
    He held me in his arms
    And would tell me what I wanted to hear

    I'd often cry and feel useless
    And tell him to find someone new
    That could give him what he wanted
    Something I could never do

    I'd always be up on google
    Trying to find out what's wrong
    While he slept peacefully beside me
    As I cried all night long

    2 years of trying
    I finally gave up
    But my body started to feel different
    So I peed in a cup

    I laughed at myself for trying
    Because I was convinced that it couldn't be
    But what's the harm in trying
    And there was clearly something wrong with me

    My nipples were so sensitive
    And I started spewing up at the smell of food
    Even my body looked different
    When I stood before myself nude

    Waiting on the test
    My partners eyes glared at me with surprise
    There were 2 lines on the test
    I didn't know what else to do but cry

    Here I lay, 6 months pregnant
    Thinking about how life just isn't fair
    I pray for all those with a story like mine
    I wish God would answer everybody's prayers...


  • aayushikumari 169w


    We were switching doctors, when we actually needed to switch patients.

    Infertility is not a Girl's Only Problem.


  • bigskylady 177w

    Doctor's office

    No one envisions this
    This is no one's dream
    Typically created from a burst
    Of love or lust or pleasure
    Maybe all of the above
    Not this cold, sterile room
    Not with some strange person
    Now intimately familiar
    With your most intimate places
    I've been told my choice
    Born out of longing
    Of desperation
    Is unethical
    Is wrong

    Legs up in air
    Twiddling thumbs
    In semi-awkward silence
    What others think may be lacking
    Is not
    Love exists in this little room
    My husband standing next to me
    Love fills his gaze
    Bringing warmth to this impersonal space
    The others sharing the room
    While strangers
    Working to make hope a reality
    Combining science with love
    To one day
    Grant our wish
    Give our dream life

  • 35mmsecrets 178w

    My greatest fear is

    that I will regret putting off having kids because it may be too late should the day come if we find out we needed treatment earlier.

    Well, since this is already out in the open, I might as well be completely honest.

    My greatest fear is that you are infertile.

    I can only pray right?
    So much to do, so little time (given our age). Time is never right, we still don’t live in the same city, our places is not ready, we haven’t even planned our wedding... blah blah blah.

  • sreya_ssp 182w

    #infertility # 2weekwait

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    Two lines

    They say the wait makes it more sweeter,
    When you're finally at the end of the road..
    But the wait also brings forlorn longing,
    With a sting that grows each passing day.
    My plans wistfully started years ago,
    But you my dear have a mind of your own!
    As each page rolls off the calendar,
    I hold back another tear, another laugh,
    Just so I can be sure, this time you're here.
    So these two weeks I'll wait graciously,
    So long as my eyes fall on two lines..
    Two precious parallel pink lines...

  • brittblair 183w


    My sweet beautiful angel, I dreamt of your beauty, I held you in my arms, you were so real when your little eyes looked up at me like two green emeralds.. it was then I couldn't wait for you to be born, to feel those loving little embraces.. oh how I wished I never woke up.. because the reality is so much more heartbreaking... ©brittblair

  • brittblair 184w

    I feel like I'm incomplete, and the only thing that would make me feel whole, is little hands in mine, a soft little voice calling me mommy for the first time....

  • anonymouswoman 187w

    I want to say that I love you very very much, and the anger will pass. I already love your baby to death too. I know you know it just hurts.

    #venting #depression #infertility

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    Worst of it all

    You were the one I went to
    When I was feeling blue,
    About all those girls getting babies.
    All I had was you.

    And then you went and got pregnant;
    Completely by accident.
    And I'm just sitting here wishing
    That I could, but I can't.

    And of course I can't tell you
    How it kills me just to know:
    That you made mom a grandma;
    You get to watch a baby grow.

    If I said anything like that,
    You'd really break down in tears.
    You didnt even want this!
    But it's all I've wanted for years.

    I finally found the man,
    I got my shit together.
    I even started preparing a home
    Just to hear it would be empty forever.

    Someday I may get children.
    I hope to God I do.
    But when you, of all people, got knocked up,
    A lot of my hope fell through.

    I'm so fucking angry with you
    Even though it's not your fault.
    I just hope I can get over the fact
    That you get all that I want.

  • anonymouswoman 187w

    Body vs. Me

    I only want one thing.
    It's the one thing I can't have, and everyone else is getting by accident.
    They don't even want it.
    Too much responsibility.

    10 little fingers and 10 little toes.
    A singer, dancer, player of toys.
    I want the morning sickness and the fatigue.
    But you who hates the feeling, got my dream.

    The doctors say it'll never happen.
    My heart says it must.
    Deep down I know I'll live a life

    Its my body's fault.
    Broken and weak, and yet still crying for motherhood.
    It hurts.
    I hate it.

  • wilsxn_sls 212w

    Plead. (Compiled)

    Once into the night, My lord, I plead!
    My wife and I lay barren
    I beg you, bless us to conceive
    To multiply, we cannot
    To become apart, we must not
    Salvage this which I most cherish
    This pain need be abolished

    Once more into the night, My lord, I plead!
    I fear my love inside is dying
    I fear my love can no longer keep denying
    She wants her flesh and own
    But can't bring a child of her own

    Once more in countless nights, My lord, I plead!
    Spare my love of her decline
    I'll break if she breaks her ties with life
    My love is the only one for me
    My Lord, tell me, how much help can I be?

    Once, Our Lord, I beg to plead!
    Wake my love into the night
    Her screams now silent
    Her tears now dried
    My lord, take thee!
    Please, just take thee instead!
    But bring her back for me

    Once more into my night , Oh lord, I plead
    Help me to live
    So when it's my turn to leave
    Guide me to her
    I know she'll be waiting
    With our child, smiling and cheering


  • javeriya_jabeen_writes 218w

    Heart broken

    So heartbroken i am
    That i keep listening
    Resonance by
    Shattered pieces of my heart
    While i walk in streets
    Or bend or kneel
    It makes me so afraid
    That i walk quicker
    Try to work faster
    So nobody can hear
    The mourning of my shattered heart


  • kpspright 222w

    Mother's Day

    Across the bench, kids were cheering they got the best gift for their mom,
    She sat there thinking of the tiny booties she never got to put on her baby that never lived.

    A single day for celebrating years of effortless love and motherhood, vs
    Lack of opportunity to reach a title so strongly etched in your body and soul.