So four years back on August 20th I had installed Mirakee and this marks another year of my stay in the home. It wouldn't be wrong if I say that Mirakee has helped me travel a lot. Travel in time to repair a childhood home, to say the last goodbye, travel in distance to the window of my helpless grandmother, to all the homes I left without a smile, to Sunita who talked about crows and ants, to Amma who adopted every stray cat she came across and you. I have travelled to so many of you through your stories.
It would have so great if my feed was a collection of my art like it is for many out there but it's not. It is merely a catalogue of my vulnerabilities and to anyone who has ever read me here, no words would do justice to the nostalgia, smiles and tears you have brought me. The women of my poems who are infact all real, living, brave women will be so proud of them if/when they come to know that they are all read so keenly.
Imagine a tiny world where sunset lasts longer than few minutes, where children of all ages gather around a fire to sing, smile and write about water lilies, where nobody is chasing time and where everything is a story– shades of sky, wilted lilacs, pink men, young women and absurd poetry.
This is the world where I entered more than three years ago and my journey so far has been no less than magical. I call my Hogwarts, Mirakee and today Mirakee has turned FIVE. Period ❤
This collaboration is a tribute to this beautiful place and I am highly grateful to all the contributors for agreeing to be a part of this. Join us in the celebration, will you?
Darkish red red rose
In the evening spring of glows
A petal drop goes
– Peter S. Quinn
Haiku is a three-line, beautifully descriptive, Japanese form of poetry, intended to be read in one breath. A traditional haiku has five syllables, or sounds, in the first line, seven in the second, and five in the last.
The brook walked miles like time, even when evenings swept in or the skies were flooded with orange tints, as I scrutinized it on bank, leaves fell as soon as I rose up with nursery rhymes, little daisies kept floating all over when in arms of summer I did sank.
Growing up was tough especially when I rejoiced 18th Christmas while painting whole sky red with acrylics of love and pastels of heartbreak ablazing my chest like hearth; I wailed in ripples and gnawed in hurricanes but fetched smiles for the womb which gave me birth.
I've drawn skylines over my walls and written thousand letters to the city, each time rainbows leaked out of clouds so did voids out of me; I've harvested scars when clocks touched midnight, and raised solitary waves when rivers met sea.
My bare skin has hoarded more wrinkles each year as the mirrors stopped along parameters being trespassed by beauty and youth- fulness, I'm sitting in compartment of an uncertain transport, waiting for graves and wings wrapping me in eulogies and broken promises. ~Purva
In God's grey reign Where perfection Is a lie, I stand 17 summers later Nurturing a sunflower in my palms And grey promises on my forehead Growing up Feels like painting a sunset On wooden fences, You never get the colours right Or planting a skyline On both sides Of an uneven smile Growing up is a story Whose end is a two-way street, But your feet are heavy From carrying the weight, Of faint memories While your name Is baptised by the clouds Growth knocks on your foggy windows An apocalypse disguised as home Growing up is a poetry Metamorphosing to a song A Vangogh's sky in the making, A dried paintbrush, A dull panorama And it's okay, If your painting, Is not an art Remember, In God's grey reign All artists Have a story But growth, Is an abstract poem
~M e g h a / Growing up is like painting a sky picture
There's many a lonesome daisy where never a child can be,
And many a lone little brooklet is dancing away to the sea;
Yet children must stay in the city with only dull walls in view,
As if there were never a brooklet and never a daisy grew!
--Today, write a poem or prose about growing differently.-- Define growth in your own unique way!