Miraquill
There's beauty in your scars
In your struggles
In your pains
In your gains
Because, that's who you are
Sculpted in fire
Moulded in dust
Breathed into a pheonix
Rising in the evenings
Reminding of hope in darkness.
©sandra_11_baiju
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sandra_11_baiju
61w
Read More" Those days when i faked my smile to smother the shimmering pain, when a touch or a syllable held the prowess to summon back the hidden pain which threatened to burst forth with the slightest of provocation, when tears flowed unhindered no matter how much restrain i tried to impose on it, when I was ashamed to show my face in daylight for the fear of dark circles exposing my struggle, when i put instagram stories as an armour of protection against detection of manifestation of depression..."
Mental health being stigmatized, we still refuse to speak up and address the most concerning aspect of our well being, which deserves undeniable significance in shaping a sound mind. Admitting being a victim of bouts of depression and acknowledging the internal struggles which threatened to crush our existence and whither our souls is still a taboo and most of us step back from it for the fear of being judged and labelled as mentally unstable. Mental struggles are beastified and labelled inhumane, leaving it unheeded, to thrive in the lack of attention and concern it deserves. It's high time we step up and make a change in the existing predilection.
Having gone through a phase which marked a considerable transformation in me, i felt the need to share it with peeple who are ashamed and stigmatized for going through emotional and mental struggles. It's not a surprise how everyone often fails to detect the signs of depression and taken for granted that this will not happen to us. The onset was marked by continuous bouts of fatigue and tiredness which manifests itself in the irritation and lack of enthusiasm we unwittingly display, but often goes unnoticed. The progress was slow, but intensified by the obligation that burdens us, the way we are trained to feel obliged to smile and laugh, to act normal, like we have got it all together when everything inside is literally falling apart. Coupled with this is the fear of exposure-of being recognised as someone who is struggling to maintain emotional balance and a tranquil extraneous posture - which further darkens and strengthens the latent torment to tighten it's grip. Sometimes, isolating ourselves which can pacify the tempest which we carry inside us appears impossible since spending much needed self care time is labelled as selfish and inconsiderate, leaving us no space to breathe and pick ourselves up from the broken pieces which requires much tending and care to knit it back to thow it was. Spanning over two moths of intense period when i couldn't recognise myself, couldn't talk without breaking down commiserated by anxiety about my future as a student and mourning the loss of that happy soul which rejoiced in simple everyday things....everything triggered me and left me in a mess, which began to stink everytome i tried to get myself together and begin from scratch. The stinging feel that no one understands me further amplified the loneliness and a testimony of how a person feels lonely even amidst a crowd of cheerful countenances, laughter ringing merrily and mirth shimmering in atmosphere. I was numb to everything which brightened up my day before, numb to the sensations which i desperately wished i could experience, numb to the soulfullness of existence. It was a continium of crying during night, summoning the energy to act normal the next morning and again become emotionally fatigued and drained out upto the point where even talking left me panting and demanded a lot of energy from me. The pandemic induced lockdown have had a lion's share in this along with he failure of my family, even my parents to realise the seriousness of deterioration pf my mental health stirred me from within and the night where i can cry unseen and be myself became my most preferred time...
It's impossible to cage the magnanimity of what we all go through during the darkest times of our lives. I have been through this, and is still on the path of healing which presents me with obstacles that weakens my resolve not to stoop to the dominance of much familiar series of drowning depression, to be enslaved by the yoke of self destruction the depression have put me through...to get over this horrendous phase requires daily efforts to motivate ourselves, to remind of the potential we possess and indomitable will power latent in us..it takes everything in us..but once we heal, we will be everything we want ourselves to be : stronger than before, a survivor of the foreign invasion of disastrous force, a testimony to the attack of a mental epidemic which can be destructive on an unprecedented scale under unexpected circumstances.
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From,
someone who dealt with her struggles silently and bears the imprint of pain and mark of the extremity of unknown battles...
In the end, i believe as in my case and everyone else's, 'Everything in the end will be ok. If it isn't ok, it's not the end'.
To,
All who are silently fighting their own battles and trying to uplift others because you know how it feels to be alone in a mess and not understood when you desperately longed for understanding and silent support.
Please repost this if you rhink this will in some way or the other help others is all those battles they never talk about.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #pod #wodFrom,
Someone who dealt with her struggles silently and bears the imprint of pain and mark of the extremity of unknown battles...
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High in the clouds of catastrophe condoled
in the paradigm of plight, pathos pillowed
decoding the enigma of paranoid existence,
pursuing with paralyzing prowess and perissitence.
Mourning and melancholy entwined to erase mirth long forgotten,
the bountiful bandit bubbling to threshold assailing the treasure of happiness life has begotten,
lurking in corners with brand of banishment, the unersable imprint of time,
to pounce and pant in pale candence of triumph in subtle undercurrents of crime.
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sandra_11_baiju
69w
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Life is the night that taught to shine bright in the darkness, vast and unbounded there lay
Life is the day, warmth and pleasure indeed making the bossom gay
Life is the cycle of seasons, shades and supple sorrows dancing in the bay,
salt and sugar intermixed in the art of existence flushed by struggles that in the end, always pay.
Life is a string of events to emboss on the fabric,
a spectrum of emotions singing verses in the labyrinth,
a plethora of pitious ruins, burns to remain and lessons to sustain
a plentitude of paradoxes, marshalled with finesse, and never to abstain
form the influx of intermittent doom, beseeching an interim
in the splashing liquidity of vigour and voiceless struggle, peeking from the brim
of the chalice that holds the fragile penchance for survival amidst quaking quiver
struggling and gasping, never to give up and submit to the imposing waver..
Life is what we live in the impasse of moments that will indeed flee
mocking the inevitability of death with a barely suppressed glee.
Life is what we become in the course of seldom recounted memories that hurt
and unceasing journey in the terrain of risk and rasping of recounting that hurt.
Life is what we are today, as tomorrow is just another day
Life is what we make of the remainings, the reminiscence of battled prowess that fray,
with time, resisting the rusting of remainings, begging to stay
nevertheless paying heed to the call of time, there it lays.
#life #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork
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@writersnetworkLife
Life is what we are today, as tomorrow is just another day
Life is what we make of the remainings, the reminiscence of battled prowess that fray,
with time, resisting the rusting of remainings, begging to stay
nevertheless paying heed to the call of time, there it lays.
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sandra_11_baiju
69w
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Sailing in the unbound darkness of promises unkept,
Soothing the sumptuous hearts that wailed and wept,
Smouldering with sagacity, the simpering and stuttering souls,
Salubriously trudging along the finish line, the chalice of sorrows it holds.
Soar high with feathers untampered bound to your soul it says,
Shed no more tears nor bleed in suffering, for you're meant to triumph in the end anyways...
Shows the star, that the darkest nights brings out in you the deepest sparkle and shine.
©sandra_11_baiju
#mirakee #writersnetwork #pleiadespoem #wodStar
Shows the star, that the darkest nights brings out in you the deepest sparkle and shine.
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sandra_11_baiju
69w
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The talisman against evil eye of greed,
that always doth servitude to destruction breed.
The star in the darkest sky of inhumanity enshrined,
to triumph and rule the world, it's destined.
Finer spirit of humanity it enslaves
impeccable divinity of existence it embrace,
to draw from exile, the quarantined virtue of sharing,
threatening to dwindle in ignorance, prodigious and glaring.
Giving is what brings the bacon of joy alight,
to lead the way and pave the path, clear and bright.
#giving #wod #mirakee #writersnetworkGiving is what brings the bacon of joy alight,
to lead the path and pave the way, clear and bright.
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sandra_11_baiju
69w
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The misty morning mirrors my lament
the muted dread yearning for a mouth
chirps of birds like waves, evoking the latent
craving of sinking soul obscured in the frost.....
The mist receeds, unveiling the maiden matron
the dew drops adorns her face, it's lustre unmatched,
glistened in glaring ethnicity of beauty begging to behold,
waiting to be scripted in verses left untold.
Oh..to be a dew drop in the deft corners of blossoms enshrined
in the attic of my heat, the saints of nature to find...
to be bliss in morning,solace to hearts strained in malice and weeping mind,
to balm and bathe the wounds of mortal life, to bless and to bind.
To be the dew drop glistening in morning glory
and regale the tales of fairies from night before
to stroke and shimmer in the slope of shining petals, in a restrained flurry
reciting poetry as persistent patron of tales and lore.
To be a dew drop fierce with nascent life
the spirit of tender and tending nature, enclosed,
To be the joy that every eye beholds in strife
the escape that every mortal being desires.
To be the dew drop that glistens despite
it's life under the mercy of the rising sun, abright
melting under the sky and basking in the glory of every eyesight
Oh i wish i was a dew drop, the promise of morning amd dream of night.....
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Thankyou @writersnetwork for the kind repost ��
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#dewdrops #mirakee #writersnetwork #wodOh..to be a dew drop in the deft corners of blossoms enshrined
in the attic of my heart, the saints of nature to find...
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sandra_11_baiju
69w
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Existence sings the hymn of longing,
the malodies of mystic moments....
melancholy lacing words that echo
in the abandoned hallways of time,
emptiness harnessed to the dock of mind
loneliness accompany to the grave from behind,
past a beautiful mirage of memories
when life a picturesque of long lost pristine beauty,
mourning it's loss of plentitude by the heartless tyrant of time....
#mirakee #wod #writersnetworkEmptiness harnessed to the dock of mind,
loneliness accompany to the grave from behind...
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sandra_11_baiju
70w
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You are like a song
the mirage of mirth in dessert forlon
muted agony longing to sing along
but failing to find a place to belong.
You are like a song
the cacophony of life,enstranged and alone
deserted in the catastrophe of tears for long
chaos spinning it in directions unknown.
You are like a song
the memories in the attic spurred to life,behold
prone to dry spells of loss,hidden in the folds
of years endured in silent mutiny,that life holds.
You are like a song
symphony in sorrows,the hymn dancing in verse,
gospel of hope,waiting to be unmasked in winters,
a damsel dancing in distress with the bacon of joy alight
the balm to sickening heart weeping in dark and insane with fright......
a song to impart currents of might
exude rays of love, blithe and bright
basking in eternal bliss and placid light
of excelling in life, soaring to height
unknown and inane to the mortal mind
elusive and ethereal, seldom tempted to find
masked in the glory and fiery glow behind
the lines etched in blood, a survivor of time only few will find........
#melody #pod #mirakee #writersnetwork #wodYou are like a song
a song to impart currents of might
exude rays of love, blithe and bright
basking in eternal bliss and placid light
of excelling in life, soaring to height
unknown and inane to the mortal mind
elusive and ethereal, seldom tempted to find
masked in the glory and fiery glow behind
the lines etched in blood, a survivor of time only few will find........
©sandra_11_baiju -
Pale
Placid
Plaintive calm
Plough my peril
Pain plaiting purpose, cacophony breathes.
©sandra_11_baiju
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solivagant_soul 60w
Read MoreSexual abuse may happen with anyone, doesn't matter if it's a male of female.
A man cries too at times when he isn't successful, at times when he fails to feed his family, at times when he's been bullied. But, society believes the fact that man shouldn't cry or exhibit any emotion. He should keep them locked within himself, bottled up to the brim.
A man is sexually ,physically, emotionally abused too, victimized by women.
In our country, Women are still not treated equally, there's so many crimes against women prevailing in the country.
But, it doesn't mean that all men are monsters. Sometimes, men may be victimized too.
#opposite #wod
@mirakee @writersnetwork~~
The viridescent follicles of my soul
succumbs to Abscission,
With the heinous touch of the ravenous
hand on my thigh,
My leaves accorded to the thunderous sky,
the camouflaged stars and the raging sun
who witnessed it all
Amalgamated with explosion of hurricane,
The sky clamoured as well;
Condemning him to death!
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My roots consumed the cocktail and
sang a mellifluous song,
And before my leaves could bloom
I felt it happen,
The withered leaves collapsed, for now it was me,
Who was to inculpate for I wasn't a "She"
By the ignoramus sky, the camouflaged stars
and the sun raging within.
My withered leaves elucidated it's way,
And my soul glided through the Necropolis
mourning it's plucked virginity.
And before my roots could revive it's equanimity
I saw my whole forest burn and succumb into ashes.
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miraquill
60w
Read MoreThe invention of Printing press in the 15th century brought a revolution across the globe because it enabled knowledge sharing more quickly and widely. Since then civilisations never looked back. But today, try imagining a world without books!
--Write a short poem or quote staring with " A world without books"--
Tag with #nobooks and share.
#wodNo books
A world without books
shall die under a blanket
of ignorance! -
tengoku
61w
after heartbreak,
darling treat yourself with some sunset and poetry in a wine glass.
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lovethatneverfades
66w
Read MoreThank you @mirakee and @writersnetwork for the kind repost. Team, you have my deepest gratitude❤️❤️
My 1st ever Pod and 5th Wn re-posts
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Vincent Willem van Gogh was a Dutch post-impressionist painter who posthumously became one of the most famous and influential figures in the history of Modern art.
He took up painting with almost no formal training. His landscapes, still-life's, portraits and sketches with their vibrant colors and subjective perspective would revolutionize how the world viewed art. He fought depression and mental illness while creating an intense and arresting universe of images. Van Gogh’s art became astoundingly popular after his death, especially in the late 20th century.
Source : google
Picture credit : google ( picture is of his famous painting starry night)
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The lines in background are a tailed rhyme with a triplet with rhyming scheme a-a-a and ending with a non rhyming tail line.©
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an_g_el
68w
Never pester someone's tears.Sometimes it's their pent-up anger which is pouring down.
Actually, tears are a sort of language.because tears is the only way our body& mind expresses the feelings that are very hard to explain by words.There maybe so many crybabies among us.But most of the time the tears they shed are truly the outcome of their anger to their own life situations or something like that.they also know how to take out their anger in a way that really could hurt you.and it's because they care for you and don't want to lock horns with you,they being the crybabies they don't want to be.so when they cry, even if it seems unreasonable to you just don't tease or make fun of them.you don't have to value their tears but just don't hurt their feeling.
Angel.Antony -
ruthless_dilemma
157w
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It's just another night,
But has something special
Sea shore and high tide
Wind and water at amok
Full moon and ground under grey smoke
What a dream couldn't seethe
What even demons beseech
Something made me lost adroitly
A dilemma , peace or surly ?
All of it exhuming within
Like an infinite spiral has come to an end.
Though , everything was strong and hale
As all of we are mundane
Trapped in a pestering game of shillings
As I saw into the pane
A mystical appearance , something very abstract
Far from timid , apart from this materialistic rat trap.
Within few breaths , it pulled something out of me
I felt the truce , nice , cold , warm , dark and light
Was I resurrected , died , displeased or delight?
#mirakee
#writersnetworkI felt the truce , nice , cold , warm , dark and light
Was I resurrected , died , displeased or delight?
(read the caption)
©zilch_ -
ruthless_dilemma
166w
I am a prisoner of your thoughts that I don't wanna escape.
©aayushkhandelwal -
Everytime
I write
for you
Why i feel like
I have depleted
your value
by measuring it?
©aayushkhandelwal
