The ominous day
The date associated with horror
Frightfully etched in childhood memory
A movie too manifest it's paranormal dogma
Farfetched probably
Nonetheless an unlucky date
Friday, the 13th.
To be born on this day maybe fateful
Does it leave it's guile trace on those who celebrate their Birthdays today?
To die on this day could be condemnation,
Perhaps the sinister footprints of the date would forever lurk behind.
©reemagm
reemagm
writing is my way of meditation
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reemagm 147w
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reemagm 149w
More than appreciation , this post needs acceptance, by ALL who claim to stand by one of the pivotal pillar of Mirakee. I ask where are those 12k+ followers of her??? Where are those uncountable writers, new or old, who were not touched by her positivity and her genuine mentoring?? I m a newcomer out here, I don't even have a thousand follower and I would have no regret if the admins throw me out, but I simply can't accept this injustice done to Geetanjali, considering the fact that Mirakee has been like her second home, a major part of her life evolved in this poetic realm , her contribution is unparalleled.
If you agree with me, please don't just be a passerby, STOP -THINK - ACT . I need not tell you how or why, because you all are aware of how democracy works .
#bringbackLS #letjusticebeserved @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @geraldine_mary @japsjk @writer_bychoiceToday she ,Tomorrow you
It's like another hit and run case
The injured lies unattended
and passers by peeps in,
Pours sympathy and move on...
Exactly where does humanity go
When you really need to be a human??
Where goes your loyalty, your friendship, your love and affection?
If nothing else atleast stop over, there, where the poetry of our soul bleeds unjustly ..
Take a stand ONCE in the name of poethood...
©reemagm -
reemagm 149w
...and you proved once again
No one is indispensable
So what if her laughter vanished
Amidst thick walls of injustice?!
Why bother if her endearing and encouraging words are buried under several layers of manipulation and betrayal... ?!
Echo of her 'hahahahahaha ' still would haunt you in your sleepless nights,
When your conscience would prick your spine and tell you to Stand up for the right....
Being Ungrateful is a vice that spoils all other virtues.
©reemagm -
reemagm 149w
Its quite shameful and regretful that the @writersnetwork endorses such comments And they extend their moral support to the person mentioned whose love for defaming and outburst was evident .The sheriff they supported was least bothered about the apathy of Anti Indian posts and enjoyed taunting us.Couldn't expect more injustice. One word we are shamed .
#letjusticebeserved.....????
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reemagm 149w
Patriotism doesn't ridicule Patriarchy
Never ever belittle the womb it was born from
Fertility could be sterile and Father can only be a number
One can never repay the umbilical bond
Division of decisions may make you a step child
However you still belong to one womb
Juxtaposing everything doesn't make you rare
Afterall it's the one supreme power
who is the player.
©reemagm -
reemagm 150w
#mirakee @divokost @ericwk #ceesreposts @writers_paradise
Please stop posting and reposting unless this matter is resolvedWe want an explanation.
Restructure your thoughts and actions please @mirakee
©reemagm -
reemagm 150w
Complete gibberish on the most sorted essay topic worldwide -The Cow
Hope you all enjoy it.. goodnight
#laughing_soul #yaminiread #ceesreposts #writerstolli #mirakee #writersnetwork
@Odysseus @love_whispererr @sqbscribbles @sharadabanan @soulfulstirrings @priya_kaur @ovais43 @a_drop_of_ink @japsjk @sumana_chakrabortyInnocent cow
Not my cow
Street cow
Yellowish white
Porcelain texture
Deep dark eyes
Lovely tail
Leaving trail
To anonymous identities
Turns back and check
Huge fan following
Crowd go berserk
For one holy touch
Pious cow croons
Docile cow sings
A careless foot stump her tail
Suddenly she rebels
Noble hearts consoles
Come towards the light
Before turning into dung
Sing the swan song
Sewage water dirty
Dewlaps grow when naughy
Naive cow keeps her lashes moist
Believers run with tissue
Escapades from issue
Preachers would be punished
Grazing on the green pasture
Iconic presence
Barricade for trespassers
Mooing extravagance
Holy unholy grievances
Patrolling the minds
Subscribed challenges
Milking out grime
Holy cow, divinity unlimited
Holy cow, severance prohibited
Come to your own rescue
Come out with your truth
Live up to your holiness
If you are divine
Defy the butcher knife
Save your holy life
©reemagm -
reemagm 150w
Dil ki baatein dil hi jaane
Dimag toh sirf dagmagata hain
Jo gehrai dil ki hain
Usse dimag kab samajh paata hain
Dil rooh ka parchhai hain
Sukoon ki hain aks yeh dil
Yahaan har jazbaat mehfooz rehta hain
Har khubsuruti iss mein hain shamil
Dimag dil ka soutela
Ulte disha mein behta hain
Duniyadaari ki bhulbhulaiya mein
Dil se hamesha dhoka karta hain
©reemagm -
reemagm 150w
#istandwithls
Request to ALL INDIAN WRITERS TO STOP POSTING/REPOSTING/LIKING with immediate effect.
If the SOUL of the Platform could be tarnished like this, , you can expect anything to happen here.
The dignity of INDIA should be our priority.
Admins , please balance your thoughts and actions and do the needful .
©reemagm -
reemagm 150w
She was walking through a field with her friend when she spotted a small fragrant flower and picked it up...
The fragrance of the flower enticed her senses to an extent of a huge adrenaline rush she couldn't help caressing it with utmost love...
Her friend noticed it first, the uncanny uniqueness of the little beauty, she pointed out the lone green petal amidst the purple ones...
Yes, one petal was different and she decided to probe further, she scrutinized it from different angles and came to the conclusion that they have made a rare discovery which they should share with as much people as possible.
She carried the flower carefully to her home and placed it on a glass bowl with little water, she was so excited that she just couldn't take her eyes away from it...
Suddenly she saw the green petal was moving, considering she was hallucinating she ignored, but again she sensed a movement in the bowl and this time she went near it and what she saw was unimaginable....
All the petals were purple , and a green worm was crawling in the water.... all this time , she wondered , she had been a fool.. she thought and with misty eyes dialled her friend's number.....
From this experience she learnt never to judge a book by it's cover and also understood that a sudden difference in an uniform entity must be speculated first, rather than be celebrated ...
Her friend giggled and said over the phone "'all the petals belonged to the same flower after all, a certain worm could change the colour of one but couldn't change the essence , so enjoy the fragrance my friend, till it lasts"....
//What we see is not always the truth... the truth is not always visible.
Certain things may mislead us for a while but eventually, Truth prevails .. //
©reemagm
#flower #mirakee # mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #writerstolli #laughing_soul #yaminiread #ceesreposts @odysseus#flower
©reemagm
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guftgu 146w
काफी वादे निभा लिए हमने वफा के ,
चलो एक बेवफा कि ज़िन्दगी संवार के देखते हैं।
©guftgu -
©elusive_me
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elusive_me 146w
Life invites you with open arms.
But with a veiled face.
So beware.....
It ain't always a sweet hug
It can be a deadly embrace.
©elusive_me -
aivsairandhri 146w
Love
sometimes
can
only
be
a
f o u r
lettered
word,
that doesn't
carry
any
meaning.
©AiV.
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dusky_dawn 146w
I Have an Old habit of Travelling
To Odd places -The Ones where
Bushes are alive but seems dead,
The Ones where bird scream their
Heart out on those heavy mornings
But will turn quiet In seconds,
The Ones where the Luggage will
Force my knees to move but at the
Same time will turn Numb,
The Ones where Dawn will witness
Light but at the same time welcomes
Darkness,The Ones where Dusk creeps me
out even when the torch is sleeping soundly
Within that sling and at the same time
Makes me smile with the weird fireflies
Making a way for me to brighten the Night!!
I Have an Old habit of falling for
The Broken Souls - The ones who
Had witnessed series of
Rejections and heartbreaks
I had this habit when one monsoon
I stumbled upon a grey hoodie and
Beard that I still pen poetries about
The Monsoon of 2007 Drenched
Me into the Hues of mysteries
That his eyes held and how those
Mysteries were imprinted into the
Diary of confessions and how
Silly of me to Read them sitting
Under that Moonlight,
Of how expectations supplied
Him carbon dioxide,
Of how He turned out be a bad
Son!! Of how he turned out to be
Failed lover !! Of how the Professional
Degree captivated him away from his
Dream of being a Painter!!
I fell in love with that dejected Soul,
I fell in love with the Fuzzy wind,
I fell for a Soul broken so badly,
I fell for the Thorns imbedded
In the Grey hoodie and I was kissed
By the Stuble so deep.
I Have an Old habit of falling for
The Shady Poets,
The Poetries of whom will
Turn the tongue Sour and
Put the heart at Risk
I had this habit from the time
When I Realised I need some
Seriousness in life -With that I mean
When I turned "20 + 5 ".How the Dark
Poetries by the Anonymous Poet
Invited my sleep to sleep with them!!
How the Heartbreaks coloured
In dark Pink in that poetries invited
My Heart to feel the touch of pain for once!!
How the Rides of love with the Bourbon
Touch running within the veins of poetries
Invited the Scotch running within my throat
To Hide the anonymous rides of Secrets!!
How the Crispy notes the ones which the poetries left me to read when the clock strikes 1:30 am!!
How the Poetries by Mr anonymous turned
A Permanant home after facing the reckless storms!!
How the Strawberry Ink drenched in his Poetries
Made love to the Blues of my Writings.
//An Old habit to fall for the wrong ones
An Old habit to fall again and again.
- An Old habit to fail again and again//
©dusky_dawn
Bg credits -Pinterest ♥♥♥♥.
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petrichor_tales 146w
Lie desolate in the hole I've dug for you.
Clutch at the last rays of hope peeking in.
It'll fade..
I'll bury you in ways
that no one will ever even find its faintest remains
©petrichor_tales -
odysseus 146w
A few billion years old, generous and massive
Tirelessly I revolve and rotate yet I am passive
You fill my surroundings with poisonous gases
They spread far and wide and suffocate your masses
You discharge waste chemicals into my blue veins
Dump sewage and garbage to turn them into drains
Noxious factory fumes and vehicle smoke scare me
Reduce sulphur dioxide and nitrogen oxides and spare me
About 8 billion souls driven by ambition, need and greed
And my sister nature gave you enough power to lead
Save Vegetation cover, wildlife, plants and food sources
Annoy me further and face the wrath of nature's forces
Save your own race and save your precious food chain
And don't let my priceless resources turn into a bane
We have equipped you with enough intelligence and wisdom
Now it's your job to stop polluting me and save this kingdom
@mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #yaminiread @writerstolli
#writerstolli #pod #ozone #worldozonedayWorld Ozone Day
©odysseus -
_aahana_ 146w
चोका विधा में पंक्तियों की कुल संख्या विषम में होती है ...5-7-5-7-5-7-5-7...... अंतिम पंक्ति 7 वर्णों की होती है
एक प्रयास...@satyamprakash @anitasinghanitya
#riya_hindipoetryचोका
सूनी है गोद
बंजर जमीन सी
मन ममता
नेह उडे़लने को
है लालायित
देख नन्ही कलियाँ
जिया हुलसे
अंक में भरने को
बाँहे तरसे
गुम है पहचान
नन्ही सी जान
अजनबी संसार
गुमनामी से
पहचान जा मिली
सूनी गोद मे
कली फूल सी खिली
हुई पूर्णता
आधा आधे से मिला
नेह बरसे
जीवन उपवन
महके प्रतिपल
❤✍❤
©riya__ -
malay_28 146w
बहुत दिन हुए, ना जाने कितने दिन, मुस्कुराया नहीं
सारे ग़मों को एक तरफ करके,चलो आज मुस्कुरा लें !
ज़माने की करके परवाह, ख़ुद को ही भूलता रहा
फिर से ख़ुद को तलाश करके,चलो आज मुस्कुरा लें !
वो कमसिनी के दिन थे और नादानियों की रातें
उन कहानियों को याद करके,चलो आज मुस्कुरा लें !
अब तो बिना आग ही मलय जलता है ये ज़माना
उस आग पर पानी छिड़क के,चलो आज मुस्कुरा लें !
इंसानों से मुहब्बत कम, चीजों से प्यार ज्यादा है
ख़ुद-ब-ख़ुद ज़माने से लुट के,चलो आज मुस्कुरा लें !
©malay_28 -
sanskritisinha 146w
Pain is still with me even you killed me.... #horror #yaminiread @iammusaafiir @seulmi @someone_alive @tomorrow_is_amazing @virtually_real
Horror
My body is buried in depths
Of darkness but the moans and cries
Of my soul still echo and haunts the
Place and it will never fade away
©sanskritisinha
