Miraquill
Deep down within, somewhere she hides her unblemished version. Innocent enough to make you feel guilty, emotional enough to make you feel heartless, beautiful enough to make you believe in love at first sight. Not everyone gets a chance to witness it but those who do, know that it is like that first warm sunny day after a long merciless winter. Looking at her it feels like she is this constant source of happiness and you’re bound to forget all your problems.
She brings summer along with her.
She is the summer. She is the summer...
©misfit
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She is like that crescent phase of moon on a cold winter night. Gives you warmth, gives you hope
With the only stronger side visible to you, she stands there hiding her other beautiful parts
Why does she prefer to keep the other side in the dark? Maybe she wants to keep it to herself and not allow the world to pollute it, maybe she doesn’t want to fall weak by revealing her softer side, or maybe we don’t deserve to witness that side after all
But every once in a while she comes clean and opens herself to the world. Poets can’t help but make valiant attempts to put her beauty into words and others are just left awestruck by her magnificence
Soon she blocks the light and once again all you see is her stronger side. Maybe she has already learned the fact that if anything stays around for long, the world will take it for granted no matter how pure it is
She was never there to stay, let alone be yours. If you are lucky enough, she will let you in and give you a chance to know her better. Also, let me tell you this, she is better than anything you would have ever imagined
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Important: This post is inspired by something I read. The first part that talks about forgive and forget has been taken from that post. I just added something to express my opinion.
I’m sure it is hard for you to forgive and forget because you are not Jesus nor do you have Alzheimer’s but I wonder if that makes you qualified enough be a human either
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I wonder what will happen when realization will strike you
Will it hurt?
Will it break you down?
Or will it make you feel more elated than ever?
Will you come running for me?
Or will you make more sincere efforts to eliminate my existence from your life?
Hoping to understand them better, will you go back and read those words I wrote for you?
Or will you burn them to ashes?
Will you seek directions from your conscience?
Or will you let that negativity influenced mind question my love?
Will you cry tears of joy?
Or will you jab the swords of indifference?
Will you feel sorry for the damage caused?
Or regret for not causing enough of it?
Will you come back with a promise of not leaving once again?
Or will you consider yourself unlucky for meeting me in the first place?
If you decide to change my fortunes, just know that I'm waiting.
If you intend to create further damage, don't forget to bring a magnifying glass for the heart has already been broken into smaller pieces
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Darling, give me your heart and see me grab the knife.
Will you too die even if I don't cut it into half?
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In search of "Eternal Happiness"?
Try replacing the word "Eternal" with "Embrace"
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So I finally decided to trade in my sanity for the devil whose product description read as follows:
-Doesn't give a damn when he sees someone in trouble
-Has the power to suppress the voice of his conscience
- May resort to any extent for the sake of his sinful satisfaction
As a result of the above three features, he experiences greater levels of euphoria than a sane human being.
I just hope they are flexible with their return policies
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"Time never heals"
It only brings along change.
Change that is favorable at times and unfavorable at others
The latter leaves behind scars while the former acts as an ointment
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And darling if it wasn't for your sake then maybe I would have preferred to sleep instead of bleeding words every night
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How do I recover from this blow?
For things are not going in a flow
As it turns out my childhood was not insured
And my condition cannot be cured
©misfit
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WITH YOU.
I will let each one of them,
take away your attention
and your time.
and will let each one of them,
take away your touch
and your smile.
I will let each one of them,
take away your money
and your pride.
and will let each one of them,
take away your fragments
with arms held wide.
For they know not,
That you never resided
in all these physical components
that they try to find you within.
And they also know not,
that you never resided in a moment.
You are like the wind,
and people try caging you,
only so that they can breathe you
when they're surrounded with rancidity.
And that, is what is the scariest part of all.
And so you squeeze out through those gaps,
no matter how homely a cage it is.
And while they feast on your presence,
and take pleasure in caging you,
I will wake to another morning,
with your spirit beside mine,
whispering in my ears,
and making me smile.
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Read MoreDrafted eight months back, completed today.
@mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #miranah #podI'D STILL TELL YOU.
I'd still tell you of how I spent
days and nights looking for you,
for a single glance at your eyes,
even though your soul had firmly
refused to agnize, even the air
that lingered around me, in circles.
I'd still tell you of how I cared less,
about seeming desperate, while
I waited to hear even a meaningless
greeting from you, or how I spent
nights in prayers, and days in hopes
that you'd realise, that I await you.
I'd still tell you all these restless tales
with minute details. But then,
neither of it, would bridge the breach
that you've caused between us,
and wouldn't make a difference to what
your mind has been corroded with.
I'd still tell you how much I missed you.
But, it wouldn't make you realise
even the slightest bit of the role I play
in your happily bustling life.
Would it make my value go up by a notch?
I doubt, if that would happen.
I'd still tell you how restless I've been.
But, It'd trample that little guilt,
you reluctantly have, buried within you.
and your ego would bloat up,
filling you with pride, as you hear. And so,
I abstain, from even muttering.
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Just for a night,
be my diary
my love.
Let me shower
my words on you
scribble on your skin,
i want to see,
If your heart can bear
my heavy emotions
all night.
And like a diary
still fight
to stay
silent.
- ronit -
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Years have passed by.
Too late.
@mirakee @writersnetwork @readwriteunite #readwriteunite #writersnetwork #miranah #podA MERE HALLUCINATION.
I wanted to yell at you
And fight you with all my might.
Shaking you by your shoulders,
I wanted to demand my answers.
I, endlessly wanted to look at you
So that you bother to look back.
And break all those boulders
That you'd built between us.
And just then I realized,
That it'd just be like shooting
an arrow up high in the skies,
an arrow that would never return.
It'd be like talking to the stars,
who'd listen to what you say,
yet would never understand
Or bother to reply to any of it.
No one would ever see what I see.
Because, you never were a reality
that you pretended to be a part of,
that you promised to stay within.
You were merely a hallucination,
A deadly nightmare, that did get over
Yet, left behind bits of reminiscences
That linger around, day and night.
I saw everything that you were not.
And failed to see everything that you were.
The most colourful bubble you were
That burst, when I tried to grab hold of.
Walking away from the destruction you caused,
You erased every fact that blamed you for the smite
And disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Camouflaging yourself with everything invisible.
©miranah
