#mysteries

180 posts
  • ib_kotun 15w

    The Light

    The universe is like a literal dark room with open doors
    Man keeps stumbling in it,
    Continues to make discoveries upon discoveries,
    But the real answers to be found is behind the open doors.
    All we have to do is find them and let the mysteries behind chemistry, physics,
    Behind life,
    Behind the universe be unravelled and it's light shining on our souls like it never had before.


    ©ib_kotun

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 34w

    *TWISTED MID - NIGHT THOUGHTS.*

    The time that when I spend with the inner me,
    when the dust of chaos rests in the tranquil silence,
    wanes like the moon, the mist of perplexity,
    when I am only mine, the moment I truly live, in essence.

    Foam of worries surface on the waves of thoughts hitting me hard,
    like a phoenix I burn and emerge endlessly, thinking what's in my card,
    dams of smiles I hold intact all day long to be pleasant,
    floods my pillow with tears when sharp razor like moon light causes a dent.

    The crochet of dreams I weave all day with utmost care,
    nights I spend to detangle the knots caused by my fate,
    trying to not lose the needles of hope and prayers,
    asking him to shield me, safeguard me from my dream-slayers

    This Is the time when I feel I stand in front of my creator,
    to present the petals of confession and gratitude in his feet, the ultimate emperor,
    when I question myself about the real worth of what I achieved as a defeater,
    scaling with what I lost in the battle, my happiness, my peace, my temper.

    It's the time where I let my bounded self to carelessly wander,
    in the lanes of past where Chrysanthemums of my youth still didn't wither,
    till the chariots of dreams ride my soul back to the roads of present,
    So that rest of the night in the world of sub consciousness, can be spent.

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86*

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen
    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #poem
    #mysteries
    #belong
    #aurora
    #mermaid
    #unicorn
    #imagination
    #horizon
    #oceans
    #heavens
    #thoughts
    #worries
    #dreams

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    MD - NIGHT THOUGHTS.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 34w

    THE HORIZON.

    Have you ever seen something extremely enormous?
    stooping down gracefully in search of the drops of solace,
    to fetch a kiss from it's mirror image, the heavenly gorgeous,
    though they can't touch each other, but they seem to embrace.

    Striving since ages, they cease to forego or surrender,
    they agitate, sometimes in form of cyclones or quakes, sometimes as lightening or thunder,
    but the tales of their love are least spoken about or narrated,
    the mirage of their amalgamation, the skies and oceans, I fall for, is the most underrated.

    Their love is pious and pure, exquisitely scenic is the illusion,
    to be beheld in astonishment, is their collision, their unison,
    painting the wall of eternity with the message of love even in distance,
    that can survive without the sense of touch, is only true love, in essence.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen
    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #poem
    #mysteries
    #belong
    #aurora
    #mermaid
    #unicorn
    #imagination
    #horizon
    #oceans
    #heavens
    #patjeticfallacy
    #wod

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    THE HORIZON.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 34w

    THE AURORA.

    Let me narrate an interesting tale about a peacock,
    the one who dwells within the Empyreal lock,
    the one who has gracefully crossed the rainbow bridge,
    the one who dances ecstatically when leaks the cloudy fridge.

    The hues it splashes allure the dullen ashy carpet,
    where fairies walk on ethereal ramp while thunders blow the trumpet,
    vibrant purple and radiant green fall like perfectly articulated arcs,
    rich blue with mellow yellow gets arrayed, the collusion of celestial quarks.

    The unicorns that serve the angels from cloud to cloud, which slide,
    hold tints and shades of variant hues on their neck, with utmost pride,
    when they race with speed, coloured hair that flips and tosses,
    splashing the colours like mild crimson and tangerine, the welkin glosses.

    The mermaids that dip and dive, playing with the heavenly waves,
    with glittery lustrous mien, scintillating the expanse caves,
    when emerge out of the oceans to sense the tranquil breeze,
    emanating the hues orange and red, lengthy hair when they fling and squeeze.
    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen


    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86.*

    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #poem
    #mysteries
    #belong
    #aurora
    #mermaid
    #unicorn
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    THE AURORA.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 35w

    Earth is a garden of mysteries every bloom bears a secretive root,
    Lying below the Earth of histories, sciences striving endlessly to uproot.
    A divine power exists in multiple sheilds,
    Supreme than humans in all the feilds,
    The celestial bodies solely belongs to him,
    Keeper of all the secrets, creator of all the mysteries,
    Glory to the ultimate power, the supreme - the owner of endless victories!

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86.*

    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
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    #poem
    #mysteries
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    GOD

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • lanech 37w

    Deep things.

    The mystery of His presence,
    The omniscient experience.
    The power of creation,
    The word and it's revelation.

    He suspended the earth in empty space .
    Beautified it with His glory.
    We move on it and have our being,
    All our works are bare before Him 

    Who can tell the mind of God? 
    Who can describe the ordinances of heaven?
    The splendour of His WORD. 
    And the spirit that performs.

    Life is a mystery when cannot comprehend ,
    Only the spirit giveth understanding.
    Live it to the glory of your creator,
    Make everyday count with great joy.
    ©lanech

  • _astitva_ 38w

    Inspired by someone's post will reveal when get the permission #eyes #mysteries @writersnetwork

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    !!आंखें!!

    ये आंखें हैं, चुप नहीं रहा करतीं,
    जो दिल में है, बस वही बयां करतीं,
    न वो छुपा पायी हैं, कोई राज़ आज तक,
    न ही दिल से ये उसके कभी दगा करतीं।
    ©_astitva_

  • kazumirin 50w

    “ Why did Mom forgive them?”

    “ What's wrong with that, Layria? They have admitted their guilt and we must forgive them,” replied her mother Layria.

    “ Mom's so good. But the mother did not question my opinion about — whether I want to forgive them or not..., " Says the girl with a cold stare, “ Mother's problems are done. Unfortunately... I haven't considered this finished yet.” replied Layria budged from her seat, then walked into the room without saying any more words.

    ������

    Layria and her Mother sat on the couch, with a snack of peanuts inside a large bowl. In the morning it is very deliciously watching the news and while enjoying a light snack.

    The news this time shocked Viskayle, Layria's mother. Because of Ambrecle's family, Evaline and her husband Ansh also their three children died in a fire in their house on Shubuh earlier.

    Not yet known exactly the cause of the fire, police are still tracing the incident.

    “Layria, we have just made up with them but they have died in such terrible ways, huhu...,” Viskayle sobs.

    Layria is just a cold expression, then smiles faintly. The girl went to shower without caring about the news.

    ������

    My garlands story. In the title “Don't bother Me". ( Indonesian to English translation) I'm sorry that my English is so bad. ����☺

    #story #psychological
    #psychopath #Mysteries
    #murders

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    Don't bother me!

    “You may be able to lie to someone else — but in my eyes the liars won't be safe in hiding. I'm a good girl who just hasn't acted ruthlessly. ”

    -Layria's word-


    ©clarestazasya

  • zaishalove 58w

    Unsaid...

    Some mysteries just don't need to get solved!
    They sound better when said unrevealed!!

    Some people just don't need to get known!
    They greet better when you seem unknown!!
    #dedicated

    Some things are better left unsaid ;) 
    ©zaishalove

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 60w

    Earth is a garden of mysteries,
    Every bloom has a secretive root,
    Lying below the Earth of histories,
    Sciences striving endlessly to uproot.

    I wonder how the immortal heavenly bodies,
    Comply to the rules and order of the space,
    I wonder who designed the orbits oval,
    How do the planets spin steadily while moving with grace?

    To whom does the kingdom of space belongs, who is the ruling king?
    Why Saturn has been gifted with the royal ring?
    Who taught the sun and moon to perform their duties shift wise?
    How does one backs out wisely when the other has to rise?

    Do sunflowers have the sight to behold the Sun?
    How do they track its direction and flawlessly turn?
    How do such tiny butterflies tend to be so whimsical?
    Who painted their tender wings perfectly symmetrical?

    How do birds fly back to their own trees after the sun rests?
    Are they guided by engineers to build such flawless nests?
    And if they are really too smart like humans,
    Then why do sparrows hatch cuckoos' eggs?

    Who has designed human bodies with such great perfection?
    How come, even while we sleep, our heart continues to function?
    How does the unborn know when to change its position?
    Who trained the bodies of new mothers to prepare for lactation?

    A divine power exists in multiple sheilds,
    Supreme than humans in all the feilds,
    The celestial bodies solely belongs to him,,
    Keeper of all the secrets ,creator of all the mysteries!

    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #poem
    #mysteries
    #belong
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    MYSTERIES.

    ©reshma_moin_sheikh

  • warm_weird_witty 64w

    Mysteries are magical.

    As soon as you lift the veil,
    the charm's all gone.


    ©warm_weird_witty

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 68w

    Earth is a garden of mysteries,
    Every bloom has a secretive root,
    Lying below the Earth of histories,
    Sciences striving endlessly to uproot.

    I wonder how the immortal heavenly bodies,
    Comply to the rules and order of the space,
    I wonder who designed the orbits oval,
    How do the planets spin steadily while moving with grace?

    To whom does the kingdom of space belongs, who is the ruling king?
    Why Saturn has been gifted with the royal ring?
    Who taught the sun and moon to perform their duties shift wise?
    How does one backs out wisely when the other has to rise?

    Do sunflowers have the sight to behold the Sun?
    How do they track its direction and flawlessly turn?
    How do such tiny butterflies tend to be so whimsical?
    Who painted their tender wings perfectly symmetrical?

    How do birds fly back to their own trees after the sun rests?
    Are they guided by engineers to build such flawless nests?
    And if they are really too smart like humans,
    Then why do sparrows hatch cuckoos' eggs?

    Who has designed human bodies with such great perfection?
    How come, even while we sleep, our heart continues to function?
    How does the unborn know when to change its position?
    Who trained the bodies of new mothers to prepare for lactation?

    A divine power exists in multiple sheilds,
    Supreme than humans in all the feilds,
    The celestial bodies solely belongs to him,,
    Keeper of all the secrets ,creator of all the mysteries!

    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld
    #writersnetwork
    #poem
    #mysteries
    #belong
    EMAIL ID - reshma.kausar86@gmail.com

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    MYSTERIES BELONG TO HIM.

    ©reshma_kausar_mohideen

  • niyatiagrawal 71w

    I appreciate sun for the calm and compose moonlight
    Even in its absence
    It keeps the universe bright
    In the glowing moonlight
    .
    .
    #sun #moon #mysteries #life #universe #diaries #thoughts #poetries #true #inspiration
    @mirakee @mirakee_words @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @best_feelings

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    Sun Chores

    Rising from the east
    Adhering to the every window sheet
    Drenched with obligations
    Overwhelmed with expectations

    In your bright light
    I drain all my wearies
    And make sure
    To shine above all my miseries

    Your push to the gloomy start
    Don't let my morals fall apart
    Early beams filtering through the curtains so thin
    Is how my everyday begins

    Your lasting love keeps the universe bright
    In your absence
    Your reflection takes the darkness away
    In the glowing moonlight
    ©niyatiagrawal

  • outofleague 72w

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  • munazza 76w

    It hurts

    When I know that I am not made for ordinary but do the opposite.
    It hurts

    When I have all the passion and skills but no resource.
    It hurts

    When I gather my crippled esteem in the lasting cup of hope.
    To flourish, to nourish, to grow, to heal.

    But their eyes and mouths shoot that cup with a full blow of reproach.
    It hurts.

    I want to break those walls of the misdeems
    To breath, to cleanse, to grow, to heal.

    When I end up getting defined in thicker,
    and hollow walls with new titles and frames.
    It hurts.

    Yes it hurts me, you and her.
    Whose wings have just sprouted

    ©munazza

  • james_taumas 79w

    Ancient seas

    Unchartered ancient seas
    Sailors' fears and nightmares
    Monsters lurk
    Krakens, serpents, and dragons
    Their kingdom
    Preying on ships
    Accounts from survivors
    Jaws they describe
    No evidence found
    They sink into myth
    Waiting in dark depths.

    ©james_taumas

  • ciara1 80w

    Voodoo In The Hood

    Detective Cogart: Now tell me what happened? And start from the very beginning because what you had told me earlier did not make any sense to me, and the DA is sure as hell is not going to by your story.

    Tiara: I'm telling the truth, I wouldn't lie. I was at my grandma's crib, Well first, this is how it went down. I was stealing my cousin Travor things in his room.

    Cogart: why were you stealing?

    Tiara: I don't know, I just steal things that I really want.

    Cogart: you know this is going on your record? Everything you say is being recorded.

    Tiara: I'm not slow, I already know how y'all muthafuckas operate so will you just hear what I gotta say or I won't say nothin.

    Cogart: Go on, and your ass better watch your language in my interrogation room.

    Tiara: Well, I'm being honest with you detective, first I stole his music devices, and some of his money, and when I went in the basement I saw Trevor and his friends, Leo and Jaws coming in.

    Cogart: coming in where? 

    Tiara: from the outside into the basement, there is a outside door that leads to the basement.

    Cogart: I know that.

    Tiara: And I was playin it off so Trevor wouldn't see me cause I'm not allowed down there when he's not there. I took the stuff I stoled from him upstairs to put in my bag and I had to use the bathroom, and that's when I saw Leo lying on the floor dead, and everybody else was dead too.

    Cogart: I thought you said you saw the two of them coming in together through the basement dead, so how did Leo got in the bathroom?

    Tiara: I don't know how the hell he got there, I saw him first downstairs dead. And the next thing I saw him lying upstairs dead, Trevor was lying dead in the living room, and everybody else was dead too, except for my aunt Cassandra. We both was scared as fuck, so thats when I called the police, but they asses was asking me a lot of questions on the phone, so I just told them to hurry the fuck up, my family is dead. And then I hung up the phone. After I had hung up the phone, I turned my head towards my grandma's room and saw a boodoo doll standing by her door, it...

    Detective Cogart: Do you mean voodoo doll?

    Tiara: It's boodoo, but anyway, it was a ugly lil muthafucka, smiling at us with it's dark eyes, like it didn't care. Cassandra saw it too, you could hear her out, that's my witness.

    Cogart: The correct pronunciation is voodoo doll.

    Tiara: No, thats what we call it in the hood. Maybe that's how y'all white folks pronounce it, but in the hood in Brooklyn, we black folks call it boodoo. Like I was saying, Cassandra is my witness to this story, man.



    The cult

    Lucy: Good evening my boys.

    Audience: Good evening Lucy.

    Lucy: What we call ourselves?

    Audience: Brotherhood of Darkness.

    Lucy: Let us get our Bibles. Remember pain is gain, darkness is light, and madness is what?

    Audience: our sanity.

    Lucy: Madness is our sanity, good boys.



    Interrogation

    (A knock on the door)

    Cogart (gets up and opens the door):

    Detective Roger: You by it?

    Cogart: I don't by it one bit, and the DA for hell sure isn't going to by some voodoo doll cult crap. I think she and her aunt had something to do with their family's death. What did you get out of her aunt?

    Roger: Her story is the same as hers, we gonna have to keep them in the hole for a while.

    Cogar (nods his head): let me get her. (Entering back in the room). If you don't confess what really happened, you and your aunt is going to prison for a very long time.

    Tiara: Fuck this shit, I need my lawyer, go get her.

    Cogart: We will get you your lawyer tomorrow.

    I know you all know that I am most known for my informative poems, rhyming poems and quotes. But I am also fascinated with horror stories. This is my second horror book I wrote this year. I would have gotten finished with it at the beginning of this pandemic, but somehow my writing file got deleted and I had to write it all over. I hated it because "Voodoo In The Hood" is a long story. I always turn my horror books into comic books I draw. My first horror book was "Believe In The Curious Dreamers." If you have not read those chapters on my page, please do so. It is towards the end of my stories page.
    "Voodoo In The Hood" is fiction but it some aspects of this story relates to my personal life. I have this book published on book publishing apps.
    Please comment below to let me know how did you like this first chapter? And let me know if you want me to submit more chapters of "Voodoo In The Hood" on Mirakee.



    © All Rights Reserved
    ©ciara1

  • ciara1 80w

    Voodoo In The Hood

    I know you all know that I am most known for my informative poems, rhyming poems and quotes. But I am also fascinated with horror stories. Look for my next post. This is going to be my second horror book I wrote this year. I hated it because "Voodoo In The Hood" is a long story. I always turn my horror books into comic books I draw. My first horror book was "Believe In The Curious Dreamers." If you have not read those chapters on my page, please do so. It is towards the end of my page.
    Please comment below to let me know how did you like this first chapter? And let me know if you all want me to submit more chapters om Mirakee.

  • lost_memoryy_ 80w

    I'd climb every mountain;
    And swim every ocean;
    Just to be with you;
    And fix what I've broken.

    A tribute to Sushant Singh Rajput and fudge.

    @sushant_singh_Rajput @fudge

    #death #dreams #lost_life #suicide #endoflife #fudge #decisions
    #answers #mysteries #no_one_will_ever_know #love #happiness
    #nepotism #justice_for_sushant #bollywood

    If You haven't read the first part, click on the link below�� or go to my page @lost_memoryy_

    https://www.instagram.com/p/CCWTtfEF_-F/?igshid=aauvl5a2zowm

    And if you feel the same as me then do comment on the post and share your feelings.

    @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @mirakee
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    Don't forget to like, comment and share.

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    Why Did You Do It??

    I know that, nothing I say will ever be enough to put up or justify to what I did. I didn't wanted it to do but I had too.
    I had no other choice, I did not want him to suffer like the way I am suffering for the last one year.

    Whenever I was depressed or just sad for the tiniest second, I don't know how but he somehow always sensed it. And the next thing was always a big nice hug by him. He is always there for me, in each and every moment.
    Though I had loosed all my strength a long time back to go further but it was him and only him who always brought me back out from that darkness.

    He is my best friend and the only friend I ever had in my life. Which also is going to be over very soon.
    I could never have imagined that how a dog will have such a deep impact on my life. In the start I had doubts about the kind of relation we will share. But now, I can't even think of not having him in my life.

    I am so sorry fudge, to what I did to you.

    I did not wanted him to search for me or call for me, when I am gone. Gone far beyond everybody's reach.
    I did not wanted him to see my body lying down on the floor, because he will never understand that life has left me, and will start calling me out, until I get up.

    After being a part of something for so many years, you always seek for that attention that you deserve, towards which you have worked all your life and when you don't even get that, it fucks you up, fucks you in the head.
    All that criticism, discrimination and the feeling of not getting accepted, drowns you down 100ft deep.

    I know how hard it gets, it breaks you and your heart to bits.
    I was broken but I will not let it happen to him.

    Before I leave him and this world, I wanted to make some few more memories with him, a parting gift for the both of us.
    I just wanted to spend my entire day with him and nobody else.
    I played with him, I ate with him and went on a long drive with him. I sat down with him on the ground, on the outskirts of the city watching the sunset.

    Those 5 minutes of silence and seeing his eyes filled with joy in that moment, were the epitome of my life.
    I got up, took out his favourite ball and asked him, let's play fetch. He was more than ready. I threw the ball with all my strength and ran as fast as I could towards the car, hiding my tears, otherwise he would have sensed that also.

    But I just couldn't leave without seeing him one last time.
    He came back with the ball in his mouth. I gazed upon him one last time, smiled and left.
    I just hope that he will forgive me for what I did to him and I wish that he will make new friends, find his way back and start living his life happily.
    And one day he will understand that there was no fight left in me and I raised the glass to my defeat.

    Goodbye fudge!!!!


    ©lost_memoryy_

  • wasil_ahammed 83w

    Life will never be easy as it were before...it'll keep hitting you harder and what you have to do is overcome the circumstances and move on.
    #life #lessons #hardships #mysteries

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    Old Mustang

    I used to be a mustang
    Young, wild and free
    Hustling all around
    strong and healthy.

    With tons of thoughts inside
    Acting weird and careless.
    Flares in my eyes and
    Adrenaline in my veins

    A hand to everyone
    And burden to none
    Living my life in my twenties
    In a wide weird world.

    then life comes to tame you down,
    with more n more responsibilities
    And Strangle you with duties
    Which you can never get rid off.

    Yet you act all happy
    And leave the kid in you
    Just to watch,
    Where this mystery life leads you.
    ©wasil_ahammed