I often hangout here with my buddies (words)
माना उन्होंने मुखलिसाना मोहब्बत की, कोई गुनाह नहीं- ये उनकी सच्चाई हुईहमने बंजर दिल पाया जहां मोहब्बत किसंकल्पना भी मुमकिन नहीं- तो क्या हमसे बेवफाई हुई ?©ira_neer 15/1/2022
#cees_wpt_chall@luvnotes_challenge_host Hope this is in line with the topic.@writersnetwork Thank you for the like and repost. Truly honoured.My humble thanks to everyone who found this and my other posts too worth likes and reposts.
Never ending expedition
Oh! What to do ? What do I do ?To escape death by the weapon of routineJust pick up a hobby they sayJack of all trades, but master of none is my wayLook inside you. What are you passionate about ?Find and pursue your passionIt'll make your life more funI did give the advice some thoughtTo pick one from multiple, I foughtImpromptu on one fine day,While gallavanting throughThe Google Play Store arrayI stumbled upon Miraquill appJust like that - out of the blueNonchalantly the curious side of me took overI began PEREGRINATING Miraquill like a shopperThen pondered - Was it worth having or crap ?Would it be a good bargain for me to snap ?Found, hanging out here for some timeReading some writers was sublimeInspired by amateurs and masters to tryI embarked upon my maiden JOURNEY, a little shyFor a nervous rendezvous with wordsA hesitant tryst has metamorphosed Into a never ending EXPEDITIONI do know now, here lies my passion©ira_neer 1/1/2022
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Happy New Year !
I'm out of ideas and a little more busy than usual. Hence, have been unable to scribble anything of late (Though, I don't flatter myself by thinking that anyone was waiting for my post.... anyway... just in case)Wishing all the fellow Miraquillians- Vintage and contemporary- Young and elderly- Meek and bold- Iron and gold- undersold and overbold- everyone that Miraquill holdsA V E R Y H A P P Y N E W Y E A R !©ira_neer 31/12/21
I wonder why people like dark and sorrowful posts.You might say - Personal choice.I'll say - Right. But still, WHY ???(And I know there's no convincing answer for that)In mycase, I've observed that I end up following the account of a person who is able to make me laugh with their 3-4 posts. Such people are lively (jindadil) and their positive energy is magnetic. I certainly love to be happy. I enjoy good jokes and laughter. I wonder who wouldn't and WHY ?Today I thank @ulti_ginti for spreading smiles on my face. It's just my way of appreciating this person and her witty talent. I enjoyed reading her - "say it as I feel it" style which is lively and without inhibitions.©ira_neer18 December 2021
#wod #start #pod #miraquill
All around me are wordsScattered and floating, like dandelion floretsFollowing unordered, like overly zealous petsEngaged with mind and sometimes disengagedIntruding my ears, eyes and brain -Singing phonetics or dancing in groups as shape-shiftersInvading my cerebrum in silence or chaosA companion for lifetime©ira_neer 17 December 2021
#mirakee #pod #tod #wod #writersnetwork
It's Christmas whenat every dusk and dawn, there's no news of any place bombedIt's Christmas whenA difference of religion hasn't caused an ugly hateful divisionIt's Christmas whenA difference of sex isn't a controversial subjectIt's Christmas whenthe crimes find no ambiguous way to enact their dirty playIt's Christmas whenSelf sufficiency isn't the result of immoral proficiencyIt's Christmas whenUplifting the have-nots doesn't mean usurping the rights of the deserving lotsIt's Christmas whenthe modern world's progression doesn't lead to environmental degressionIt's Christmas whenbreathing the atmospheric air doesn't cause us to despairIt's Christmas whenOur faulty egos, we remember, in everyone's best interest to surrenderIt's also Christmas whenX-mas is celebrated in the month of December and despite never seeing Santa, he is lovingly remembered.©ira_neer 14 December 2021
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It's the "gentleness" in your demeanor that makes you a "GENTLEMAN".- Aafiya SiddiquiSo simply put. Makes utmost sense.So, here's me, wishing all the GENTLEMEN A very happy MEN'S day !November 19, 2021©ira_neer
#gaana.hum.sunte.nahi#par.istemal.to.kar.sakte.hae#shayad.isiko.genius.kehte.hae.#rachanaprati107 #hindi #hindiwriters #shayari #hindishayari #miraquill
Miraquill song in Hindi
Na tum hame janoNa hum tumhe janeMagar lagta hae kuch aisa keMiraquill ke shamiyaney talayKuch lekhak jo hae jama hueyTo Kalam ko mila chalne ka bahanaPhir kyu na ho sama suhana suhanaDekho ye dil kiAjab dastan haeKalam bolti haeDil bejuban haeKeh rahi hae kalam, lekhak ke kai afsaneDahal ya bahal raha dil, bas pathak hi janeHo gaya hae milan Lekhakon ka mastanaHo gaya hae koiKisi ka phir deewanaYahan nagme hae, kissey haeYaari, dushmani, shayari haeYahan rachnakaro ka sahyog haeBhakton ka adhyatmik prayog haeHae idhar memeswale kai fankarAur Chutkule bhi hae beshumarShabdo ka yahan mela haeApp bilkul yahh albela haeNa tum hame janoNa hum tumhe janeMagar lagta hae kuch aisa keMiraquill ke shamiyaney talayKuch lekhak jo hae jama hueyTo Kalam ko mila chalne ka bahanaPhir kyu na ho sama suhana suhana©ira_neer November 11, 2021
#wanderer #wod #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #miraquill@miraquill @writersnetwork Thank you for EDITOR'S CHOICE. This adds wind under my pen's wings to keep my inky✍️ bird flying. Elated
She stands steady amid the storms and gushing monstrous waves like an unimpeachable lighthouseBeaming the right direction to both the experienced but doubtful and the amateur seamen gone astray on their basal voyages.Stupefied with the drab humdrum and with rooted intellect about the known, her explorer heart catiously wanders in quest of the unknown. Her sanguine twin eyes drift scouting beyond the boundaries of the norms, for an idyllic and quintessential world that they had dared to envision eons backHer lonesome jaded entity seeks for a friend - a bolster against which she can rest for a while, being totally remiss to what's expected of her, in whose company she can let her hair down; a guardian angel to look over her so that she'll be spared of the worry of being ravaged and taken down by conniving and perfidious fellow mortals.Yes, she's well rooted and dutiful like a lighthouse, but her elements constantly wander beyond what is and for some respite.©ira_neer November 11, 2021
They do not read, like or repost for the ones they TAG (dusron ka padho mat par apna padwao)They like and comment on one of your post only when they have posted something and want you to check it out (subtle)They continuously like your posts (only like) to draw your attention to them.They follow you and once you follow back they unfollow (mission accomplished)Now this one is funny. Some "on and off" account deactivators have a funny way of saying 'Hi ! I'm back for a while now'. They just like one of your post. Not that they check and like all your posts that you had posted while they were deactivated. So, not really a fan of your writing probably. You've intrigued them for some reason and so they gallivant to your account on reactivating. Also, maybe sometimes while doing window shopping at your account they end up buying a post and pay for it with a like. (I respect this. Really. I mean it. Atleast they have the courtesy to drop a like. Better than the plagiarists and people who copy your ideas and sell as their own without letting you know that they stealthily keep crawling into your account for thieving).Lesson learnt - Never to follow someone who has many followers but themselves are following less than 10 Tip -Take screenshots of your followers, so that you can track who has unfollowed you after you started following them.(i.e. Only if you want to play the follow unfollow game. I don't do it myself. Honestly. But, by educating novices with these tips, indirectly I'll have my revenge with the smartees.... Ha ha ha (devilish laughter )©ira_neer November/5/2021
I don't want to complete these "Perfectly Incomplete" lines.#hindi #hindiwriters #abhimishra
फ़िर आयत पर मैं लिखूँ तुझे,गर किसी मोड़ पर दिखूँ तुझे।तू आँख चुरा कर छुप जाना,फ़िर इश्क़ ना करना, रुक जाना।©abhi_mishra_
A Mother teaches her child
Mainly meant for curious children, but mothers, if this appeals to them, may read the poem to the children. Hope this finds favour with both groups. A mother teaches her childChildOh, Mom, come quick, I can't find the stars,Didn't you tell me some time agoThat stars shine at night?But I don't see them now.MomOh dear! it is not yet night,It is still evening,Let the sky grow dark,You will see the stars shine.Child (some days later)Oh! mother, come quick,I don't see the stars again,Where have they gone?It is very much night now,Yet I don't see them.MomOh my dear! I am sorry,It is night, no doubt,But the stars are hiddenBy the monsoon clouds,When the sky is clearYou can see the stars.ChildTell me dear mom,When the stars shine at night,Why can't they shine at noon?MomOh dear , from morningTill the sun sets,The sky is too brightWith sunshineAnd the stars are not so brightAs the sun is.The brightness of the SunHides the stars,So you can't see themWhen the sun shines.ChildMom, tell me thenWhere do the stars goFrom morning till night?Do they go home?Where is their home?MomNo, my dear child,Sky is very much the homeOf stars too,Just like it isOf the moon and the sun,ChildMom, why are stars smallerWhile the sun and the moonAre bigger in the sky?MomOh, dear, all objects we see,When they are far offWill look smaller,Buy when they are closerThey will not be small.When your Dad's carIs in the garage,It looks big to you,But when Dad drives it On the long straight roadTo go to his office,It becomes smaller and smallerAs it goes farther and farther.ChildOh, Mom, you are right,I have seen it every day,But I didn't understandWhy it happened so.Oh, Dear mom!You are so good,You know everything,I now very well knowWhy we don't see starsWhen it is bright day,where their home isAnd why stars look small.Raghav R26.01.2022©raghavendran
aloneness soaks itself like rain into my skin, i wander to and fro like satan, longing for heaven to open,for me to be let in
I reach my hand into a puddle and feel what sight has seenas water grasps the grasping, cleaning the unclean,beyond the reflection of an eternity in time,image of sadness, madness, the sublimeebbing and flowing with raindrops, with clouds,cloaked in joys, in memorable moments, in shrouds.Lifting slowly the hand that sought, itself a shallow thought,clasping, unclasping droplets of water, works unwroughtby fingers of flesh, hands of helpless curiosity.I look no more, reach no more, abandoning necessity,my hand did not convey a laugh, a tear, a smile,it did not speak of eternity, of love, of hate, of trial.No, the drowning hand said not a word when rescued from its tomb,the earth soaks up the water it stirred,my sight returns to gloom.
Mumma was a liar but I want to hear those lies again and again to gulp the realm of my existence.#child #wodThank you so much @writersnetwork
Childhood : Of lies and butterflies
iMumma told me that grandfather became a starand I thought he'd come backto me someday like a star from the skywould fall on my clavicle and the moon would embrace us on a starry nightwith some blooming orchids and creeping moonvinesbut no-one came the stars flowered every night to gulp the blackness of the night jasmine's white petals but they neither turned into my grandfather nor fell on my lap.iiMumma told me not to cagethose red butterflies they would come in my dream when I would fall asleep on her lap without insisting for a lullaby or a story of shepherd and her daughterI fell asleep holding her lappetbut those butterflies never came in my dreamI searched them under the sepals of tulips and inside the pistils of marigolds but they never cameonly the darkness was there.iiiMumma was a liarand I'm turning into a liar too because I don't want to hate some lies anymoreI want to fly my paper planeI want to listen the lovestory of a princessI want to believe that my grandfather will be backI want to sleep because butterflies may roam in my dream.©Bidya B.
Different yet same ...
When I look in the mirrorI see hazel brown eyes a little unsure apprehensivebut never hopelessfor they never stopped searching for colourful huesamidst a drifting lifeseeing the same world differentlysoul searching oft bedewed with emotionsbut never losing their sheenthey could be yours or mine what is the difference anyway ?as long as they seek love in a world breeding bias over colour creed and God©soulfulstirrings
#kwansaba @odysseusThank you so much @writersnetwork ❤️Thank you so much @miraquill ❤️ Grateful ❤️
the river never complains when she ebbslosing her depth as her course changesrather she flows believing in her destinyand the power of her aqua being her womb a treasure of hued marvels where the circle of life never ceasesand she flows unhindered like resplendent poetry©soulfulstirrings
being the eldest daughter is just *inabilty to show feelings* *putting everyone's needs firsts* *third parent* *cleaning* *tries to please everyone* *repressed childhood trauma* *Inabillty To Show Feelings*
interviewer: would you say youare motivated to succeedme: nome: but i AM terrified of failure.
I can never tell if I'm exaggerating, under-reacting, or inducing a normal response....
Itni sardi mein ab banda khud ko cover karay ya Syllabus ko.