Miraquill
We condemn Hathras and Balrampur barbarity, but we will keep making women around us feel uncomfortable with stares and comments.
We will abuse police for protecting the culprits, but we love how Kaleen Bhaiya and Faisal Khan rise above law and order.
We condemn government for not taking a strong stance against harrasment, but we'll keep messaging "Hello Beautiful, are you single?" to random girls on social media.
We will organise a candle march protest to demand justice, but we'll walk past silently if someone is being teased/tortured/threatened in open day light.
We'll blame Media for running absurd/useless news but we'll sit in front of TV channels watching pointless debates for hours.
We'll keep criticizing government for Corona outbreak and Unemployment, but we'll roam around without a Mask and prefer watching Netflix over doing something productive.
We'll share quotes/videos/statuses on social media but we'll go silent if somebody asks for help.
We'll hold everyone else accountable for all the Chaos in the society but won't accept our own shortcomings being a hypocrite.
forelsket
www.instagram.com/abhinavtripathi25
you my friend... have no idea what you mean to me. so let's sit down for a cup of coffee and share a few moments.!
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forelsket
85w
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Cuffed silence
...as I turned back, he stood right in front of me, hands tucked into his pocket, head hanging low and eyes fixated deep into mine. They were so red and deceptive. His face full of scars narrating a story I was afraid to step into.
I was shivering down from head to toe with the sudden change of pace in my life resulting in a tormenting destiny. My eyes were widely open not even blinking. Cold wind brushing through my numb face..and then he smiled! A sharp delusional smile with a twitch of his eyes.
I was looking for an escape but couldn't find one.
He kept coming closer until I could feel his cold breath and said "Thank you for letting me witness your slow death".
I started running frantically by the road towards the buildings.
Completely exhausted, I ran into my apartment, locked the doors behind me and sat there trying to force myself into believing that it was all just a hallucination.
I stood up, had a glass of water and took a glance out the window.
And there he was.. smiling and waving at me.
Unwilling to accept the truth, I shut every single door and window in my house, locked myself in my room, covered myself under the blanket and kept forcing myself in to believing it's all just a dream, a fictional world that I've created as an escape from reality.
For the next few days nothing unusual happened, I'd get up in the morning, go to office and then come back home consistently looking for that man again, but he was nowhere to be found.
About 2 weeks later, I was sitting at my dinner table with my laptop, preparing for a presentation I had with a huge client, I was very nervous, my job, my appraisal and my promotions all depend on that. I could shine or I could fade and that made me very uncomfortable. I fell asleep for a moment and felt the same cold wind through the window, I woke up startled and saw him sitting on a chair facing me, he looked angry and I was shocked, before I could say anything he flew right at me and pierced his nails deep in my arms, a loud bang on my head and I fell down on the floor, before I could get up, he held my neck and stared at me through his blood red eyes...
©forelsket -
Cuffed silence
Last year while I used to work night shifts, I had to walk a mile everyday at 3am in the morning by the highway.
One cold night, while it was really dark out there, I put in my earphones and started walking, the wind was chilling and I was shivering under my jacket. It was so loud that I could clearly hear a shrilling sound through my earphones.
Suddenly I felt as if someone was following me so I looked back. There was a young man with his hands in his pockets, and head covered with a shawl, thinking he's just another one like me, I kept walking.
As I moved a little further, I saw a bright object moving in the sky that looked like a falling star. So I quickly took out my phone and captured a few pictures, while checking them I was alarmed, as in those pictures there was a clear background with no one around, and yet there was this man constantly walking behind me. I was a little afraid so started taking long strides.
After a few moments I thought to look back and check if he's still there, as I turned back
©forelsket -
forelsket
180w
You know what I crave for?
-Unabridged truth. -
दुनिया का यही उसूल है,
किसी की बेचैनी किसी और का सुकून है।
©forelsket -
रख कर इज्जत अपनी ताख पर,
उनके कटु शब्दों का विष पिया करते थे।
तिल तिल कर मारते रहे वो जब हमें,
हम उन्हीं पलो को खुशी खुशी जिया करते थे।
लाख मिन्नतों के बावजूद जब वो छोड़ गए,
उनकी खुशामदी की तब भी हम दुआ करते थे।
आज भी मुस्कुरा देते हैं उनकी याद आने पर,
क्युकी उनसे बेइंतहा मोहब्बत जो किया करते थे।
©forelsket -
Smell of rain, fresh dew of the morning, chirping of birds in the woods, beautiful sunrise, colorful rainbows, smell of coffee or breathtaking sunsets!
I loved them all... I'd get lost in them.
But now...
All I crave for is smile on your lips and love in your eyes ❤❤
©forelsket -
forelsket
187w
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धर्म के नाम पे जात पात, भेद भाव करना ही अगर इंसानियत है तो हम अधर्मी ही सही।
बेगुनाहों कि दुनिया में खौफ इतना बढ़ गया की हम भी गुनहगारों में शामिल हो लिए।
पुण्यात्माओं की नगरी में कीचड़ को देख, पापों की गली में दाखिल होलिये।
©forelsket -
forelsket
187w
It's not who you are,
But who you wish to become, that matters! -
forelsket
188w
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@writersnetwork @kamyap @hanibletheone @laughing_soul @laxitha_ just trying out the tag thing, let me know if you would prefer not to be tagged and will honor that ��
हजारों वजह थी जिंदगी मिटाने की
पर जिंदगी बीत गई जिंदगी बचाने में।
©forelsket
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whitewings
196w
I hate. I hate
this world and it's ways.
My heart refuses to give up,
on the dream home
it once had made.
Dream of being with you
until the end of my days.
I would glue my pieces
to fight once again.
Bearing all the pain,
I'm willing to give it my all.
I'm willing to break and fall.
Anything to have you...
in this lifetime, once again.
I refuse, I refuse...
To believe what they say.
To let you and your love,
wither and just slip away.
A few counted breaths,
a few asynchronous beats,
of a broken heart,
is that what this life has to give.
I refuse. I refuse
to believe in this shit.
No you can't.
You just can't take it all away.
No you can't.
You can't give up
and turn away midway.
I don't care about
"Two lovers
and a beachcomber by the real sea"
For the first time
I didn't like this poetry.
Don't tell me the tales,
of the real world and mistakes.
I plead. I insist. I fight. And I pray.
No I just wouldn't let this love slip away.
©whitewings -
whitewings
196w
If you're meant to be mine,
no distance, no time,
can take you away...
If not...
no tears, no prayers
can make you stay...
And so,
I allow myself to let go of thee
as today, I finally set you free.
©whitewings -
asmakhan
215w
Hues
The hues of bright love
filled her doltish life with glaze
And made her spry.
©Asma Khan
A Haiku Poem 5:7:5 -
whitewings
217w
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All things, no matter how precious, how beautiful, must come to an end. I had this urge to quit writing back in December last year and I remember being unable to leave. But it has to happen. Sooner or later, I must put whitewings to rest. I've already closed my Instagram. But leaving Mirakee... I just cannot find the courage to do it. It breaks my heart to do so but I must. If you must end something close to your heart, end it in a snap. Because the longer you take, you begin to lose courage.
I have almost 2000 posts up here. I'm leaving them... For all of you. I hope they don't fall short ever. You will find a verse for every and anything that you go through in your life... Happy, sad, depressing, love, loss, learning, travel, food, festivals... You'll find a verse for each. Anyone who needs them. Anytime, always.
I owe a big thank you to Mirakee and the friends I made here. And I don't have anything else to give, except my words.
I hope, whitewings is remembered as a girl who lost and found herself in words. And Mirakee came in as a strong anchor at a time when she was drowning. I hope whitewings is remembered as someone, who somehow represents every confused, troubled soul, trying to find their place in this world. Someone who learned on the path of finding light for herself, that when you light a candle for yourself, you're not only lighting your own path but also the path of so many more people around you.
With this, on this World Poetry Day, I put whitewings to rest ❤It's time for me to leave.
But oh my love,
do not shed a tear.
There's no need to grieve.
For my form shall depart
but my spirit will continue to breathe...
In all the words I've written,
I'll be there by your side
until the end of eternity.
I hope you never feel alone.
But if ever you do,
I hope you find my words...
and in them, find your peace.
©whitewings -
bitinghertongue
223w
Our connection, it's fading away.
Almost gone, but we're still holding on.
Is it worth it? -
hoshi
246w
Read MoreSplit personality disorder, thinking from two or multiple point of views.
Many a times, a stronger personality is in hold, yet others a communication always seems to occur.
A quirky in-depth into a person who is suffering.
Or... Is he?
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( @lancymark Kill me, I did it.)
#writersnetwork #readwriteuniteSchizophrenia
Wiping away the consistent trickle of tears, I head back home, ignoring the helplessness gnawing at my soul.
Waiting for the four keys to merge into one, swaying feet ramble into the shoddy mess of my apartment, falling into the embrace of the only woman who loves me.
Many made the mistake of dancing in my storm, wrecking themselves in the process, saving that I was meant to be loved - yet not by them.
Stroking my cheek, everyone patted my head as our paths always seemed to diverge, going onto the horizon, disappearing in the sun.
Eating me alive as each of you left, only she was there, whispering calm mutterings in my ear, stroking her metaphysical hands through my hair.
As all of you watched me disappear each day, crumbling away as my soul was deemed shattered by everyone.
Sinking low to transcend to turn into a liability for everyone, she was there to wrap her arms around me.
Truth is, I was a toy to you all, claiming to love me indefinitely - only to burn the last shreds of sanity I possessed in my vicinity.
Holding me close, she reared back her head - protecting me when you all seemed to come back out of guilt.
I know I am not perfect, trembling and clutching my sheet each night as I fall asleep.
Toxic to you all, I fell in love with each and everyone of you.
Only to be abandoned.
Fulfilling all your demands, you could never accept her staying with me, stroking my cheek.
Hidden beneath the vast crevasses present in my life, she emerged when no one was there.
Only I can see her, sense her.
She resides in my head, continuously talking to me.
I ain't alone, for she is with me, in my head.
We are a team, you cannot separate us.
We are wild, and you cannot make us leave.
We might be a liability according to you, yet I found my best friend and lover within me.
Schizophrenic, that's what they call us - freaks of this society.
What do they know about being normal? For they all crave for love and affection, lamenting their plight - when all I have to settle down in her embrace.
Two in one, a package deal.
A bit different from the regular saying, yet this is us, ready to strive forward.
Two personalities in one, a bit different from each other.
Is is really unfathomable for you all?!
©hoshi -
asmakhan
234w
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#TankaPoem 5/7/5/7/7 syllablesPattern
#writersnetwork #mirakee #rwu #pod
Background image taken from GoogleYou would have started,
believing in love for sure...
If you could have heard,
Her every breath praying,
And asking your happiness.
©Asma Khan -
MY SPANISH by Melissa Lozada Oliva
If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you
My Spanish is an itchy phantom limb: reaching for a word and only finding air
My Spanish is my third birthday party: half of it is memory, and the other half is a photograph on the fridge is what my family has told me
If you ask me if I am fluent I I will tell you that
My Spanish is puzzle left in the rain
Too soggy to make its parts fit so that it can look just like the picture on the box.
I will tell you that
My Spanish is possessive adjectives.
It is proper nouns dressed in pearls and bracelets.
It is are you up yet. It is there is a lot to do today
My Spanish is on my resume as a skill.
My Spanish is on a toothbrush in red-mouth marks
If you ask me I will tell you
My Spanish is hungrier than it was before.
My Spanish reaches for words at the top of a shelf without a stepping stool
is hit in the head with all of the old words thats have been hiding up there
My Spanish wonders how bad is it to eat something that’s expired
My Spanish wonders if it has an expiration date
My Spanish asks you why it is always being compared to food
spicy, hot, sizzle
my Spanish tells you it is not something to be eaten
but does not really believe it.
If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will tell you that
My Spanish bites on a pencil in the corner of a classroom and does not raise its hand
My Spanish is my older sister's sore smile at her only beauty pageant
My Spanish is made up story about a parent who never came home
My Spanish is made up story about a parent who never came home and traveled to beautiful places and sent me post cards from all of them
My Spanish is me, tracing my fingers along every letter they were able to fit in
My Spanish is the real story of my parent’s divorce
Chaotic, broken and something I have to choose to remember correctly
My Spanish is wondering when my parents will be American
asking me if I’m white yet
If you ask me if I am fluent in Spanish I will try to tell you the story
of how my parents met in an ESL class
How it was when they trained their mouths to say
I love you in a different language, I hate you with their mouths shut
I will tell you how my father’s accent makes him sound like Zoro
how my mother tried to tie her tongue to a post with an English language leash
I will tell you that the tongue always ran stubbornly back to the language it had always been in love with
Even when she tried to tame it it always turned loose
If you ask me if I am in fluent
I will tell you
My Spanish is understanding that there are stories will always be out of my reach
there are people who will never fit together the way that i want them to
there are letters that will always stay silent
there are some words that will always escape me. -
whitewings
266w
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900th post!
A very long journey indeed. I don't know how I could write that many verses. Maybe there was so much inside my mind that I kept writing and filling blank pages... without even realizing how far I've come. A big share of this journey, I owe to all lovely Mirakeeans, who've stood by my side no matter what. Sometimes my write ups were totally trash but you guys always motivated me to keep writing.
There's an issue, I'd like to address at this time. I've been told multiple times earlier also and lately this complain has increased manifold... Many Mirakeeans have pointed out that I always write gloomy and depressing stuff. That I'm spreading negativity and pessimism.
That's not what I intend to do. Never in my wildest dreams.
Writing is not my hobby, profession or pastime. It's medicine to my soul. I write for myself. And I write only what I feel. And I'm sorry that I feel negative emotions more than positive ones. To any person who had to face any emotional turbulence because of my write ups, I sincerely apologize from the depths of my heart.
I'd especially like to thank @nirbhao_nirvair and @forelsket for supporting me in this issue. Your words helped me tide over the guilt of spreading negativity.
If there's any complain or any issue pertaining to what I write, feel free to mention in the comments section below.
If your praise keeps me going, your criticism helps me improve ❤❤
#MilestonepostI know my words are sad.
But I swear, my intentions are never bad.
I just want to write
all that I've kept inside
through the years, through the tears.
I'm just trying to make sense
of whatever goes on in my head.
I feel and I feel way too deep.
Tears and smiles,
heartaches and blurred sights,
come naturally to me.
If not on paper,
they'd leave a stain on my being.
So I just write, to help my mind.
And hope to maybe, touch a few more lives
that have been suffocating silently inside.
©whitewings -
whitewings
270w
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So here it is @forelsket
I tried writing something for you. I don't know why, but this is what came to my mind for that image ��❤My dreams are dark, just like me.
Without any mercy, they evade my being.
Covered in mystery,
embraced in uncertainty,
I moved ahead, with thorns under my feet.
It hurts, I bleed.
But neither can I stop
nor afford to leave.
It's a lonely path that I tread.
And I can't complain
because it was chosen by me.
No comrade, no friend,
alone I burn and bleed.
Though there's light,
at the end of it all.
But right now, it seems a far cry,
amidst these trees, dark and tall.
My hope wears thin, my patience runs low.
But somewhere in my heart,
I already know,
even with meagre means,
and life's kicks and blows,
this journey is a feat,
I believe I can achieve.
©whitewings
