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हम बड़े हरामखोर हैं
भूल मत जाना।
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Your love is
on the way
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©mysery
Chapter Two - Part One
Wilder Sanchez
Fucking Monday mornings.
I hate them so much.
Especially when trying to deal with depression and physical exhaustion. I am well aware that these are the side effects if my drug use but I cannot live without my six hours of happiness.
I remember how it all began. I was hanging with my guy friends when one offered me a joint. It was pretty awful but after a while, I decided it wasn't so shirty. Within a week, I was ready to experiment with other hard drugs.
The psychologists prescribed dekapote and xanax for my PDD and social anxiety. But my body is used to those so I added the molly and cheap beer.
I know the drugs do shit to my body once the six hours of euphoria are over. It's almost scary how I lose control of my mind.
But that's the feeling I want. That numbness, it's a moment where I get to take a step back and let someone else worry about the mess I am.
I know one day I might go too far, take a few too many pills than Im supposed to, drink a few too many beers. It's happened before. Lucas never found out about the stomach pump I had to get. He doesn't know I almost died a negligent suicide at sixteen. That thought me a lesson.
But it wasn't enough to make me stop the drugs because truthfully I can't.
My body feels heavy as I crawl off the floor where I fell asleep last night and make my way to the bathroom.
The mirror above my sink is broken. I had slammed my fist into it during one of my withdrawal days.
I like it this way. Because I don't have to remind of the mess I have become by staring at my reflection.
I get dressed for school in ripped jeans and my customary black hoodie. The hoodie is the only thing I have that had belonged to my mother. When I wear it, it makes me feel like I'm close to her even though I can barely remember who she was.
Thirty minutes of lazy walking later I have arrived in front of Westreet Prep, my current high school. My older brother Lucas went there and I'm pretty sure both my parents went there too. Westreet Prep is just another high school, with federal style brick buildings and a large courtyard in front.
I used to ride a motorcycle to school. It was a Yamaha FZi. But after my arrest, many of my privileges were taken away from me.
It's always different walking to school from the way it used to be when I had my bike. The longing is almost enough to turn to regret.
Walking into the school, I head to the cafeteria. Repeatedly hitting the rundown snacks vending machine earns me a glare from the lunch ladies and honey nut granola bar which I rightfully paid for, thank you very much.
I find a table in the corner and set up my stuff there. My history report was supposed to be on the American Civil War.
After borrowing several books from the library and paying for old reports on similar topics from the school's black market, I have only now decided to begin my report, fifteen minutes before it's due.
I interchange between nibbling on the end of my pencil and munching my breakfast bar while composing my essay. It's concise, with a little less than four hundred words.
The teacher is an impatient oaf called Mr Beier so I think he will appreciate my concise and accurate essay, not at all like the verbose theses my classmates will no doubt submit.
An alarm on my phone alerts me that it is time for class to begin so I pack up my stuff, through my trash in the bin by the exit doors and head to Mr Beier's World History class. I take my sweet time doing all this, I couldn't give a flying fuck if I was late.
Why am I taking a history class? I have asked myself the exact same question over a dozen times. I am not sure who I want to be in the future but I am pretty sure it's not a history buff.
The tardy bell goes off the same time I walk into the class.7 0 1
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©mysery
Chapter One - Part 5
Abraham Bennett
I have never met a girl like Eli.
She's not beautiful, not in the aristocratic blonde hair, blue eyes way.
No, she's interesting. That's the most fitting word to describe her.
She has long red hair and the deepest brown eyes I've ever seen. She never smiled during our interaction, and I can tell it's nothing personal. She does not strike me as the happy obedient kind.
There's something wild about her.
Wild Wilder, it's actually funny when I think about it. I think I've been thinking about it too much. That's why I have to ask my father to repeat his statement.
He does, unhappily. "I asked how was your day, Abraham."
My father is the only person in the world who can get away with addressing me by my full name.
"It was fine, " I play with my food. My mother is a good chef and I don't want to offend her but the truth is that I am not really hungry.
"You gonna eat that?" Josh asks, pointing a silver fork at an untouched piece of shallow fried chicken on my plate. Josh is my little brother. He's younger only by a few months.
We are both seniors at Westreet Prep. I have an older sister and an older brother as well. Tim is married and Esther is going through medical school.
"Nope," I slide the plate over to him.
He cheers.
Dad frowns discouraging at me. "Eat your own food, boy."
If I got a penny for every time my dad addresses us as 'boy', not 'son' I'd be a millionaire.
Josh pouts, returning my plate to me.
I sigh. There's no escaping my father.
"How was the community garden, honey?" Mom asks, smiling brightly.
"Considering the fact that I was ordered to work there I'll say it wasn't too bad." It's hard to keep the bitterness out of my voice.
My father glares at me. "Do not speak to your mother like that."
"It's fine, Henry." Mom sighs, raising a hand to silence him.
The way my mother always defends me against my father makes me feel guilty. That is why I answer her question. "We were made to work in pairs."
"Who was your partner?" Josh asks through a mouthful of chicken.
"Chew your food, boy," dad instructs.
Josh rolls his eyes. My father's eyes narrow. I avert the near clash with an answer to his question.
"This girl called Wilder Sanchez."
"Red hair, blue hoodie?" Josh asks.
How does one accurately one's outfit just from their name?
"Yes," my voice mirrors the surprise I feel. How does Josh know Eli?
"She's in my art class." Is he a mind reader now?
"That's nice," mom adds, her kind features smiling at me.
"I don't think now is the time to be thinking about girls, " dad cuts in. "You should be focusing on your education. On your future. You'll need a clean mind and heart to join the Navy."
"I already told you, dad. I'm not joining the army." My voice is tired.
My father was an army chaplain. He seems to think joining the Army is the only way I will learn how to truly become a man. He was disappointed when neither Tim nor Esther enlisted.
He has set his hopes on my following in his footsteps. He does not say it directly but I'm pretty sure he will disown me when he finally realises I will not be joining the army.
Dad's eyebrows furrowed in determination. "You'll change your mind."
"No, I won't."
"The army is what shaped me into the man I am today. And it is what is going to shape you into the great man I know you are going to be-"
"I going to my room, " I sigh, pushing my chair backwards and standing up.
"Don't you dare walk out that door Abraham. I am not finished talking to you."
"But I'm done listening, " with that final statement dropped, I walked out of the dining roof and climbed up the stairs to my room.
My father has always been strict. But I know he loves me. I just don't get why he can't accept that I'm not joining the army.
I'm still seething when there's a knock at the door.
"Go away, " I mumble.
"Open the damn door, Abe. I'm not your mommy."
"What do you want Josh?" I ask while standing up and walking towards the door.
It swings open in my face, nearly hitting my nose.
Josh walks in. "You forgot your dessert."
"Did mom send you here to talk to me?"
"No one sent me, Abe. You know how dad behaves pisses me off too. The difference, is I don't go tagging with my friends because he upsets me."
"Was that supposed to make me feel better?" I ask, going to sit next to Josh on the couch. He offers me the plate if brownies, I try one.
"No, it wasn't." I'm not sure whether to appreciate his honesty. "What's up with you and Eli?" He asks.
The question surprises me. "Bro, we just met."
"I know. I mean, what do you think of her?"
"I think she's lonely."
"Aren't we all?"
"Come on, Josh. Let's play." I get up from the couch and move to the television set. After a minute of reconnecting wires and adjusting the settings, I grab my gamepad and go and sit next to Josh on the couch.
"What are we playing?" He asks through a mouthful of brownies.
I wrinkle my nose, chuckling nonetheless. "Chew your food, man."
The TV screen lights up with the logo for Sony, then Nintendo. Playing Mario Kart with my little brother Josh is easily the best kind of therapy for me. Especially since I'm undefeated. Josh says it is because we always use my game console but I believe its because I truly am an expert.
"Three, " Josh starts the count down to match the numbers on the screen.
"Two." We exchange a look. My heart rate has spiked. I can already feel the adrenalin from the race.
We chorus the final number. "One."
Let the games begin.6 0 1
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©mysery
Chapter One - Part IV
Two hours later, the man dismisses us. I have finished three of my two hundred hours of community service.
I slip on my hoodie even though it's the middle of the day and stuff my earbuds into my ears. The loud music ricochets within my ear canals and creates an ache in my head I have grown to live with. I'm listening to Coldplay as I walk to my home.
A quick stop at MacDonald's for a sack of greasy food and a pack of beer, then I begin the journey home.
One year ago, I lived with my older brother Lucas. I was raised by Lucas when my father went to prison for killing my mom. Lucas witnessed the murder, he was nineteen at the time. I was only two years old, so I don't remember much of it. Dad went to prison and Lucas adopted me. He raised me like a father. I've visited my biological father once while he has been in prison. That was on my sixteenth birthday. It's one of the memories I'll rather forget.
If Lucas is such a great older brother, why am I now living alone? The answer is simple. Two years ago, he started dating this leech called Vanessa or Vincentia or something along those lines. I thought their relationship was not serious. I hoped it was not serious.
But then Lucas started blowing me off to hang out with her. When she got pregnant and he proposed to her I knew that was the end of my relationship with my older brother. I packed up my stuff and left. For the first two days, I slept on the street. One day Lucas intercepted me and gave me an offer.
That was when I started living at my current place. Lucas pays all the bills and gives me monthly allowances. In exchange, I go to school and try my best to keep my grades above average.
But after I got arrested, Lucas found out I've been using drugs and he reduced my allowance so I can only afford what I need. It's become much harder for me to pay my dealer, who also happens to be a former high school classmate of mine.
Jake dropped out in freshman year. We met at a bar and he introduced me to the world of dope. I've taken LSD, meth, Mary Jane and dope. But the substance I am truly hooked to is Ecstasy.
I call Jake and we meet in the back alley of my dilapidated apartment building. In the safety of my apartment, I swallow four pills and wash it down with booze.
I finish off my cheeseburger and take two more pills of Xanax with some more cheap beer. The combination of booze and pills leaves me lightheaded and blissful.
Despite what most people think about drug addicts, I actually know what the pills are doing to me. The Xanax is a prescription drug for my panic attacks. It helps calm me down. I started taking the ecstasy to go with when I realised I was becoming immune to the anxiety pills.
The MDMA increases levels of serotonin and dopamine. It alters my mood and makes me feel... What's the word? Joyous. I feel alive after taking my daily pills. It certainly helps me to focus on my sculpting which I do in the living room.
My apartment building is simple enough. There is a bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen. I have a bed, wardrobe and desk in my bedroom. The living room is decorated with my sculpture equipment and a set of plastic folding table and chairs. There's a fridge and a stove in the kitchen. But I don't cook and my fridge is almost always empty.
The faucet doesn't drip, the painting isn't chipped inside and the door has a lock. Not a bad place for an unemployed seventeen-year-old.
With a bottle in hand, I go to my room. There are homework books scattered on my bed, I contemplate finishing the history project I have due tomorrow. The thought makes me laugh out loud. I finish the bottle an light a joint, grabbing a hoodie and stepping out of the building. At first, I never locked my door. I didn't think there was anything worth stealing inside.
Until someone stole my sofa while I was at school. I didn't get a new one, but I had learned my lesson.
The roof of the building provides excellent views of the starless sky overhead and the slum I live in beneath. New Jersey is a beautiful city, but the southeast is crap. A rat scurries past me, and I laugh as I watch it hide under a pizza box.
"This is my life!!" I scream into the darkness of the night. This is who I am. This is who I have become. I'm not sure whether I like it.
In spite of the hoodie, the weather feels too chilly, and I decide to retire for the night. I'm pretty sure I turned off the music but there's a loud thumping in my eardrums as I begin to stagger back into the building. I don't know how I make it to my apartment in one piece.
Stumbling over clothes and school books lazily strewn over the surface of my bedroom, I topple on the bed in a heap of tired bones.
The last thought that crosses my mind as my head hits the pillow and I drift into the sweet nothing of unconsciousness could have a jarring effect on my mind if I were sober.
Is this who I want to be?7 0
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इक घर के आँगन में प्यारी से बेटी का जन्म हुआ
खिन्न हुआ मन कुछ लोगों का कुछ का जीवन धन्य हुआ
किसी ने आनंदित होकर उसे देवी माँ का रूप कहा
किसी ने कड़वा फल बोला और किसी ने तपती धूप कहा
भिन्न भिन्न थे भाव सभी के जटिल बहुत परिवेष बना
समय बुरा था कुछ कि ख़ातिर कुछ के लिए विशेष बना
कुछ लोगों का दल था जो थे दूर सभी से खड़े हुए
कष्ट बहुत था मन में उनके थे संशय में पड़े हुए
आतुर थे जिस क्षण के ख़ातिर क्षण वो आज समाप्त हुआ
प्रश्न यही था सब के मन में पुत्र नहीं क्यूँ प्राप्त हुआ ?
कहने को तो सब ख़ुश थे अभिनय भी बहुत अनूठा था
पर सत्य कहूँ अंदर ही अंदर हृदय सभी का टूटा था
जन्म हुआ बेटी घर में इसी लिए सब चिंतित थे
या दूजे शब्दों में कह दूँ पुत्र प्राप्ति से वंचित थे
वैसे तो शिक्षित थे सब, कुछ वेदों के भी ज्ञानी थे
पर पुत्र मोह से यूँ अधिकृत थे जैसे सब अज्ञानी थे
इक महिला ने फिर बोला की ईश्वर हमसे रूठ गये
जन्म हुआ बेटी का घर में भाग्य हमारे फूट गए
इसके पालन पोषण में हम सब निर्धन हो जाएँगे
कहाँ से इसकी शादी को हम धन अर्जित कर पायेंगे
देख के ये मेरा मन बोला कैसा कलयुग आया है
देखो इक नारी ने कैसे नारी को ठुकराया है
यदि नारी नारी की दुश्मन ऐसे बनती जाएँगी
तो इस जग में फिर कभी बेटियाँ खुश कैसे रह पायेंगी
पुत्र मोह में पागल हो कर भेद भाव जो करते हो
नहीं ख़ौफ़ क्या ईश्वर का या उससे भी ना डरते हो
सृजन हुआ नारी से जग का सब उससे उत्पन्न हुआ
जुड़ा सिया का नाम तभी तो राम नाम संपन्न हुआ
शक्ति रूप धर कर जिसने असुरों का संहार किया
भेद भाव कर उस नारी को तुमने ना स्वीकार किया
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I've kissed you a thousand times
Perhaps a million,
To be honest I've lost count.
But I had that feeling today.
The one where I crave your kiss.
The sensation lingering on my lips,
My heart beating, adrenaline flowing.
Arms covered in goosebumps.
I've kissed you a million times,
Here I thirst for a million more.
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writeendlessly
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One man's trash
is another man's treasure.
Though you are priceless
I am the richest man
because of you.
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I choke on the exhale,
Every time
I breathe.
A sigh of relief
I will never have
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तेरे सजदे में रहकर के इबादत उम्र भर करते
लुटा दी ज़िन्दगी अपनी तेरी नफ़रत में जब हमने
कि सोचों इश्क़ ग़र करते तो तुमको किस कदर करते
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There will be someone
to save us from the depths,
even if they didn't know us...
And I call them Angels...
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मुहब्बत की भले लेकिन कभी जज़्बात ना समझे
बहुत आसान है करना दिखावा इश्क़ का लेकिन
दिखावे के बिना वो दिल कि कोई बात ना समझे
बखूबी थे मिरे हर ज़ख़्म की गहराई से वाकिफ़
मगर फिर भी कभी अश्कों की वो बरसात ना समझे
जलाये क्यूँ दिये कोई मुहब्बत के जहाँ में फिर
अगर हमदर्द ही दर्द ए सितम की रात ना समझे
मुहब्बत क्यूँ करे कोई जमाने में अरुण बोलो
मुहब्बत ही मुहब्बत की अगर औक़ात ना समझे
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सिवा इस दर्द के दिल को कभी भाता नहीं कोई
नहीं मिलते मुआलिज आज भी ये रोग है ऐसा
मुहब्बत में कभी मरहम असर आता नहीं कोई
बहुत मिलते मुहब्बत के तरन्नुम बोलने वाले
फ़क़त नग़मे वफ़ा के आज भी गाता नहीं कोई
गुजरते है हज़ारों ही मुसाफ़िर रोज़ पर फिर भी
मिरे दिल को मगर छू ले कभी आता नहीं कोई
अरुण तुम भी मुहब्बत को जरा कुछ सोच कर करना
मुहब्बत में किये वादे निभा पाता नहीं कोई
©arunpandey8 0
arunpandey
124w
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जो मेरे नाम के संग नाम खुद का जोड़ लेते थे
मेरी बाहों का साया सर पे अपने ओड़ लेते थे
वही मुझसे मुख़ातिब हो के मेरे सामने बोले
छुपे थे राज जो दिल में उन्होंने आज वो खोले
वो बोलें की शराफ़त का लबादा ओढ़ लेते हैं
हमें बेहतर मिला हम आज तुमको छोड़ देते है
मुहब्बत कुछ नहीं ये बस महज़ एहसास ही तो है
सुरूर ए इश्क़ में बोली गयी दो बात ही तो है
नही आता है हमको प्यार अब तेरी अदाओं में
नहीं आता है तेरा नाम अब मेरी दुवाओं में
चलो अब इन दुवाओं का जरा रुख़ मोड़ देते हैं
हमें बेहतर मिला हम आज तुमको छोड़ देते है
मुहब्बत की हिमाक़त की बहुत नादान थी तब मै
जरा ख़ुदगर्ज़ भी ना थी बहुत अनजान थीं तब मै
बहुत रिश्तो से मैंने इश्क़ की ख़ातिर अदावत की
कभी खुद से कभी ग़ैरों से भी मैंने बग़ावत की
चलो ग़ैरों की ख़ातिर आज रिश्ता तोड़ देते हैं
हमें बेहतर मिला हम आज तुमको छोड़ देते है
ग़लत तुम हो तुम्हीं ने इश्क़ की हर पल इबादत की
किसी दूजे के संग शिद्दत से जो इतनी मुहब्बत की
तुम्हीं कहते हो की ये इश्क़ तो है मेल दो दिल का
मेरी ख़ातिर महज़ ये इश्क़ तो है खेल दो दिल का
खिलौना ही समझ के दिल तुम्हारा तोड़ देते हैं
हमें बेहतर मिला हम आज तुमको छोड़ देते है
©arunpandey10 0 2
arunpandey
124w
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कर्तव्य पथ पर यदि कभी ये पग तेरे रुक जाए तो
या फिर तू जिम्मदारियों के बोझ से थक जाए तो
हर स्वप्न तेरा टूट कर मिट्टी में यदि मिल जाए तो
हर राह हो विपदा भरी और कुछ नज़र ना आए तो
जब वीर होकर भी अगर भयभीत तू होने लगे
या हार कर हालात से तू बैठ कर रोने लगे
नीरस हुआ सब कुछ अगर आभास ये होने लगे
या फिर सफलता से जुड़ी हर आस तू खोने लगे
बस यही क्षण है कि पहले आप को ही जान ले
है श्रोत तुझमें शक्ति का उसको जरा पहचान ले
इस जग में कोई और ना बस तू ही सबसे श्रेष्ठ है
आशीष तुझ संग है सदा उनका जो तेरे इष्ट है
शूरवीरों का है यश तेरी भुजा में बह रहा
ध्यान से सुन रक्त का कण कण ये तुझसे कह रहा
तू वीर है भयभीत जो किंचित कभी होते नहीं
बहुमूल्य अपने आसुओं को व्यर्थ में खोते नहीं
यदि चाह ले तू तो ये पर्वत भी तेरे आगे झुके
बहता हुआ सागर तेरे चरणों में आकर के रुके
अम्बर के गर्जन में भी अंकित बस तेरा ही नाम हो
वीरता के हर कथा की तुझसे ही पहचान हो
उठ खड़ा हो प्राण को तू युद्ध में अब झोंक दे
हार के बढ़ते कदम अपनी भुजा से रोक दे
संकट भरी राहों को अपने रक्त से तू सींच दे
काल की जिह्वा पकड़ कर रण में अब तू खींच दे
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ankiiiii
125w
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Now a days......
4 days relationship broke
the 4 year relationship ❣️5 0
ankiiiii
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#mirakee #poems #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #quote #writersofinstagram #stories #ttt #quoteoftheday #writersofig #writersofmirakee #wordporn #writing #writerJust remember....
Not everyone shares you everything.
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iamchandanab
125w
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Everyday.
I'm touched.
Everywhere.
I'm touched.
I'm touched
By your words, your fingers, your thoughts, your deeds, your dick, your love, your passion, your anger, your ego, your desperation.
I'm touched.
By you.
Even when I don't want
to be touched.
I'm touched.