Hello Guys, Hope You all are doing great. We are back with a brand new contest.
Today's challenge is really wild.
Think of the situation when you are away from your partner and missing them immensely.❤ The distance is igniting a sense of restlessness and you lose control over the decency of your feelings. Now you have those immensely wild thoughts floating around. You have 7 words to portray this feeling. Let's see if your words can set this challenge on fire.
Participate in the challenge titled : '7 Words Wild Feelings'
Note: ️Tag your entries with #7WWF and #MirakeeWorld ️No multiple entries allowed ️Post your entries till 11:59PM IST 05JUNE2021 ️Collaboration is not allowed. ️Please don't misuse the hashtag.
How long will it be a FarCry for us?? Can't they deserve a bit of smile , Can't their tears be wiped? Can we not interpret the agony of these little hearts Have we become the unscrupulous lots...or is there still some reminiscent of humanity within us?? Was it a mistake or destiny's design? Their only mistake was, destiny didnot give them a choice.... And they welcomed it ,as their rule book of life... Unheard cries for a meal became a way to survive Without a complain they knew how to live, Can't the comforting hands be the least,people can give? How long will be say the fault lie on the stars? It's now or never, These bravehearts do deserve to heal their scars... If we can conquer the mighty space, Can't we eradicate the childhood hunger and save our blooming human race.❤️
#farcry#wod brewing anger does no good rather delving into a pristine environment makes one happier. #writersnetwork @writersnetwork a read?❤️ Edit: Really!! okay I'm so happy ❤️ Thank uhh so much for the repost ❤️
Inaudible muted cry in serious deprivation of misery. The Shedding tears of untouchables under the sunken valor. Despairing bleat of children who are not for sale, grappling with hesitancy and candor. The Plaintive cry of penniless brains when the jurisprudence snowed under premium fraudulence. Societal stipulation delving for tears from the eyes of different clan of social strata. Masked uniqueness hollering between the innocence and sagaciousness synchronized by the remote that is not possessed. Disguised smiles exchanged with judicious whimpers of orphaned voices against the brutality.
// when we dont know who sets what is acceptable and not acceptable, there is no way that ,we have to abide by it. Its natural for us, homosapiens to behave, feel and act in the most desirable and accepted manner. In the end, we compromise our dignity and originality for the sake of being relevant in someone else's world.//
**** I am standing in the ashes Of who I used to be, And grieving for the loss Of my life's ebullience. with darkness , embracing me It's gruelling to find light. And the sparkle of my eyes Is nowhere to be seen. How long could I mourn For things that happened? How long could I be dead still Without pondering the future? I don't want to lament But rekindle the fire.
I am seeking for the spur That ignites my light. As long as I have the audacity, I will burn again like blazing fire And I never let anyone To destroy my vigor. I will rise again with power, That can never be extinguished ~sauravbaglari
Confined in four walls I count each coin Divided in pockets Of my casket Rubbing away the reminiscent Of a wet kiss I count my days
Tears of my sad life Fill a jug, The remaining Overflow my dog's dish What an unlucky fella? Who eat meds for lunch
Across the street is a child Who sits under the red light A mother who sold her life For a month's school fees A father, pimp of his daughter To shoo away the hunger The burn that froze Numb scars that fade
Tears none in their eyes Nor is the glow of life Sadness too is melancholic With a tear frozen in the eyes The child waved From the window across
Life came easy So did pain "One different from another None different yet same" I am the eagle who feasts On Prometheus, caught in The loop of time Suffering? Question is who?
Confined in the four walls I count my coins Shut the curtain To count them again
"Mercy is not tolerance, its forgiveness with the hope of change"~ anonymous
A Drop of Mercy is bigger Than a miracle, that oozes Down from divine eyes, where millions Of galaxies have been amalgated into Stars. It bleaks of a solemn heart which Once cocooned Elysian memories. It Not only glorifies the one who sprinkles but also felicitates the kind That receives ,and when it mingles With justice what pours down Is elixir of love.