MILLENNIA
©rajshekhar_7
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rajshekhar_7 100w
cookie cutter classes filling minds with candied dreams
sitting, staring, faces forward, nothing is as it seems
pasteurizing posture potential and priority everybody wins
rambunctious racing ritalin glossed eyes and eerie grins
Everybody gets a trophy no matter what they do
As long as they stay in their desk until the day is through
lead the way to office life, meetings and board review
cradle to grave mediocrity is paved on that which is tried and true
Factories of conformity churn out a middle class
proving knowledge less prized than sitting on ones ass
high potential's just a guess and rarely correlated with success
when making a mess make it just less but do so while exhibiting finesse
the young believe just enough lies to make until they are old
in turn telling the young the same ones they were told
picket fenced cul de sacs make us no less small
a wasted life lived for someone else is no life at all
furrowed brows and fevered dreams of what it would be to follow our heart
financial fears an wasted years make it anytime far too late to start
death's embrace the final rat race is to the top of our hill of beans
only at death can we take a breath and start to see what it all means
gravestones rarely if ever show the amount left in our bank
for a wasted life suffering and strife, we have our schools to thank....
#mirakee #writerstoli #mirakeewriters #wrietersnetwork #yearsoflife #dreams @mirakeeworld @diana733 @oh_senorita @anonymous_storyteller -
rajshekhar_7 100w
I stretch my hand wide and open
To reach ..touch n feel the sensuous moments
To grab whatever I can from a escaping dream
The more I stretch my hand
The more the scenes move away
Gradually vanishing in to thick vague mist of awareness
I try my best to find a way out but to no avail
I drift apart sailing aimlessly
To a state never known neither seen before
A state of nothingness The Final Destination..
#mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakeeworld @mirakee_wordsTHE FINAL DESTINATION
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
I can walk bare legs on a scorched tar,
Or hold onto a red, hot flaming bar,
Long enough till my flesh starts frying,
Still all that won’t hurt as much seeing,
You online but never replying.
I can step on a rusty nail,
And still continue walking miles without fail,
Because nothing else will hurt me,
Like you not talking to me.
I will even stab myself in the chest,
Bleed on for hours without rest,
Still they won’t be enough to make me cry,
Like when I see you with another guy.
I can torture myself in a number of ways,
And be back for more always,
Because nothing else can truly hurt me,
Like the way love does unto me.......
#mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @writingsforheartLOVE HURTS
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
You decided
You thought you had made the wrong choice choosing me
So you gave up. Let me go
And a choice so large cannot be undone
You can’t take back what you did
Because you did the one thing you shouldn’t have
The most mortal of promises-
Gone
The trust hasn’t been damaged
It has been destroyed
For now, your promises mean nothing
I don’t believe a word you say
I know you are good
But I can’t stay.....
#mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @oh_senorita @mirakeeworldA CHOICE WAS MADE
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
A petal is fluttered to the ground by the season,
It’ll be alone, lonely and sad;
The sky where the sars left is sad
so it cries like falling rain;
Like the flower blooms and falls,
Please deliver my mind via the wind;
The wish which will become true when the first snow comes,
I belive that story, my dearest wish;
If youknow my greiving heart,
you will be back again.....
#mirakee #writerstoli #writersnetwork
..BACK AGAIN
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
a long hard walk I made of it
through high climbing-dunes
to our favourite haunt -
the beach at Bamburgh
.
marram stubble stabbing my feet
goaded buried recollections
of friends, enemies (long forgotten)
and galleried crowds of unknown faces
locked in faded half-ripped sepia
and my long departed lover
.
I cross the dawn-lit virgin strand
newly washed of trace of man
to cleanse my running blood
at the ice-chill water-line
.
in the melting-morning quiet
above the whip of spindrift spray
among a myriad sea of memories
my lover’s face - a sighing plea
.
‘come away and walk with me’
.
I sit on a flat white rock a while
shake my head and shed my tears
my lover turns – she melts away –
her words usurped by crude gull squawks
I clamber over barnacle rocks
.
and shout before she vanishes
‘will you meet me here again?’
#mirakee #writersnetwork @diana733 @oh_senorita @writersnetworkNIGHT WALK NORTH FROM SEAHOUSES
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
It in the falling that it had risen;
as the first leaf dropped
when autumn arrived,
it now stood out…finally.
Departing from the rest,
alone, on its own,
waving goodbye, free,
travelling unfettered.
Battered by the elements,
exposed, open and vulnerable,
it weathered the worst.
Learning to adapt,
it stood strong with other survivors
having passed many trials.
Its golden, bronzed hue
of a life well-lived,
sun-kissed by time’s passing,
beginning a pilgrimage
from where it once came
for another to grow and flourish.
Years of conforming,
being part of a whole,
it also understood
what returning back meant:
“Give your knowledge away,
for then your wisdom will increase.”
It is in the falling that one rises...
#rises @writersnetwork @writerstolli @oh_senorita
#autumn @diana733AUTUMN LEAVES
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 101w
From the elongated shadows
a new beginning takes form.
The frozen ground,
protected from the night…
awakes, confident, expecting,
another opportunity.
A chance for redemption;
the dew of yesterday’s transgressions
evaporate with hope’s rays.
The sun slowly, timidly rises,
emerging from darkness,
driving out the bitter cold;
allaying doubts, fears, concerns,
and initiating possibilities
that slowly died,
at yesterday’s dusk.
Morning pleads for another chance,
making right from wrong;
towards a fulfilled noon
for promises made
many moons ago.....
#mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @oh_senorita @anonymous_storyteller @diana733DAWN
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 102w
Talk to you soon.
One day there must be a crowd of strangers,
In the blazing sun on the highway.
Or,
In the land of white and black light, in sleep.
In a dream nor it may in a nightmare. '
One day there must be some words in Letter
In a green envelope with an address .
And,
You may stay at platform for a train , to go.
Whimsically ,
Find the letter in the corner of your bag.
Where to go !
The address is same as in the Ticket .
We talk to very soon.
And
I wish-
I am yours !
Reluctantly, You are mine.
When
You want- I'm yours
Even if you don't want -though you are mine.
So,
I for yours and you for mine
Then
We will be one.
#mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @mirakee_postDESTINATION AND EQUATION
©rajshekhar_7 -
rajshekhar_7 102w
Life
Nothing but an inferno, turbulent at life existence, like a journey with no destination, movement that leads nowhere, aspirations that yields nothing.
Life a four letter words but as massive as an ocean, so Complicated, full of thorns and roses. Life is not a word of play , not a toy we can mess around with, always full of surprises, no matter how hard we try to explain it, no matter how hard we try to understand it or write about it, it proves impossible.
Sometimes the road seems easy, sometimes the turmoil is overbearing, but one date not question you.
O life we live you just the way you present yourself, you are like a running water that has a limited end. O life mother of success and failure, trust, mother of so many things cause without you, it would never be in existence.
Life is nothing but a turbulent inferno, life, life, life, the way you present yourself the way I would live.....
@mirakee @writersnetwork @writerstolli @oh_senoritaLIFE
©rajshekhar_7
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its_niaaa_writes 107w
Yes i know i'm too young to write this, I'm only in ninth grade however still i have an Experience.
Experience of what?
Experience of society
Experience of girls
Everybody knows that our life cycle is incomplete without a girl.
Still then they do this Cheapest thing.
What Cheapest thing?
Rape..
Rape is the Cheapest thing
Why the young girl (17 years old) is suffering from rape?
What was her fault?
Just that she was a girl.
Before that beautiful bud blossomed.
This Such news is heard in every single day.
Because of those bastards, every girl today is filled with fear.
Girls don't get freedom due to those rapist.
But in reality
Not because of rapist
But also because of society.
Before we convince the boys, we tell to girls "Be careful you are a girl".
Even if a girl has to go outside for studies, parents do not let them go.
Why?
Because they are girls.
Everyone Judge girls
If lipstick is more applied ,then you are "heroine"
If we wear short clothes then we are "modish"
If we talk to a boy then we are "shameless"
Where the hell of our freedom?
At last.....
Rape is huge problem however Society too.........
©nityalalwani
@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #girls #scaredgirls #girlwithfear #rapist #society #yessrapisthoweversocietytoo #thoughts #diary #poetry #lifeRape is huge problem however society too.....
(read caption)©nityalalwani
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Socha tha ki
Mere
Akelepan mein
Tum sath
Mera doge
Lkin mjhe
Kaha
Pta tha ki
Mere
Akelepan
Ka raaz hee
Tum hoge.
©anonymous
_storyteller -
Ab to
Tumhari
Nafrat
Se bheee
Mjhko
Mohabbat
Ho gyi
Hai.
©anonymous_
storyteller -
Rude.
People think I'm rude
But they don't know the reason
behind it.
They don't know what experiences
had made me rude.
What sufferings i have suffered
They just judged me
Without knowing
Who i really am.
©anonymous_storyteller -
Kya likhu smjh ni aata
Likhne kelye alfaaz ni h
Sunne ke lelye tu bhee
To mere pass ni h
Subah se shaanjh hogyi
Intezar karte karte
Aankhe bhee meri namm hogyi
Khabar na aayi teri koi
Teri yaad mei mai
Na jaagi na soyi
Kab tak tu yuhi khafa rhega
Kab tak tu mjhe yu tadpyga
Chahe tu kitna hee
durr chala ja merese
Hmesha tu mera pyaar
hee rhega.
©anonymous_storyteller -
devnakul 125w
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krivi_ 126w
People don't know what peace is,
Until they experience the Chaos.
©lifeofliving
