Miraquill
Crash Course On Green
For John Green
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Read MoreCrash Course On Green.
Love seems to be a Paper Town,
Seeking summer, Looking for Alaska.
Let it Snow, during winters
And will tell stories of life .
Three Holiday Romances,
Left incomplete, like blind...
Turtles All the Way Down to
the depth of sorrowed seas.
The sails can't guide me through.
No Stars shine, or will ever.
The fault in Our Stars, is a lie.
The real culprit is the sky.
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#greenjohn #faultinourstars
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Like love, like beauty, like friends, like sadness, like joy, like childhood, like eespect, like many things. And life finally.
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#scribe_in_soliloquyNothing ever gets lost.
Things are just misplaced.
At times just replaced.
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Unfinished Words...
There may not be many ways or words to define what love is or what being in love feels like. But at times one may, may conclude it. When one finds one. But, I am sure no one can or will be ever finish defining...
WHAT LOVE WAS...
How it felt like walking away from one. Living without one, or your story/ies of
Unrequited Love...
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Nothing...
WHAT WILL YOU
TAKE AWAY
TODAY ,
FROM
HERE .
WHAT
HAVE YOU
LEFT ,
IN
EXCHANGE .
A
QUESTION .
NOT
YET
ENDING
WITH AN
ANSWER .
WHAT IS
THE RIGHT THING
TO ANSWER ,
WHEN YOU
DON'T KNOW
WHAT
THE
Q
U
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S
T
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O
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means...
N S
O O
T M
H E
I T
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G I
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A war broke out.
Not which this,
World could see.
The war was
all within me.
So I left...
For a bigger scene.
Cause this war;
Was to be
Fought for Peace,
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Tanka On Gothic Beauty.
Your Gothic eyes shine
Burning the beast in passion
Let love bleed with words.
Will you devour by silence
or try drowning me in words
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Void & Abyss
Under
the shadow
And in the void
after you...
Lost, I am...
Into the abyss.
Chaos
Seems a friend
Now.
Where no light
Reaches,
Nor the Time
Has ever
Existed....
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#Nonconformist #daft_iconoclast
#freeverse
Why should one fit
To the definition of
your ways happiness, success
Meaning of live,
Or the rationality of them all.
Or any of rules you abide...
Are my uniqueness,
My abstract so fearing to you?
So to fit into your ways ,
Why must my soul be cut,
Schooled, conditioned, or broken
Or be beaten to pulp.
Or to made to agree with you
By threatening at point-blank range
To the other end of the barrel.
And you trigger friendly.
Yet in names of civility,
Yet, You are a murder.
Your tailored outlook.
Your norms are just accepted today,
By the mass, is it not?
That doesn't make it, the way,
The right way or the only one,
The perfect one.
You shout your lungs out,
And make the preachers,
The blind masses to spit your evils.
Not understanding anything,
Not learning anything ,
Not being able to see the enslavement.
The walls and the bars and the shackles
The self destructive, hollow notions of
Acceptable definition and the categories
Of being normal.
You pick out one different from the croud,
Mock them, be-little them, make them drown
In self-guilt,
The acceptable civil bullying,
Judging and finally
Isolating the one.
Your collective hatred,
Your collective ignorance,
Your collective ascerbity,
Your collective indifference.
Is all for yourself.
Soon one who is amongst you
Will realise,
The construct of flawed self
But too late or too soon.
For one who knows,
They too won't shriek.
Herd provides saftey and security.
That is comforting.
That is the very construct,
Which will bring your doom.
Well for some,
Crazy enough to walk out
Your are too fearful of us.
We have seen beyond the mirage
That you created and wish to
Walk out of it.
Only to be named INSANE.
IN SANITY I STAY, INSANITY THEY SAY.
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#scribe_in_soliloquy #insanity
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In sanity I stay, insanity they say.
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Bad Habits..
We all need some bad habits, to feel good about ourselves.
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#Nonconformist #daft_iconoclast
#freeverse
Why should one fit
To the definition of
your ways happiness, success
Meaning of live,
Or the rationality of them all.
Or any of rules you abide...
Are my uniqueness,
My abstract so fearing to you?
So to fit into your ways ,
Why must my soul be cut,
Schooled, conditioned, or broken
Or be beaten to pulp.
Or to made to agree with you
By threatening at point-blank range
To the other end of the barrel.
And you trigger friendly.
Yet in names of civility,
Yet, You are a murder.
Your tailored outlook.
Your norms are just accepted today,
By the mass, is it not?
That doesn't make it, the way,
The right way or the only one,
The perfect one.
You shout your lungs out,
And make the preachers,
The blind masses to spit your evils.
Not understanding anything,
Not learning anything ,
Not being able to see the enslavement.
The walls and the bars and the shackles
The self destructive, hollow notions of
Acceptable definition and the categories
Of being normal.
You pick out one different from the croud,
Mock them, be-little them, make them drown
In self-guilt,
The acceptable civil bullying,
Judging and finally
Isolating the one.
Your collective hatred,
Your collective ignorance,
Your collective ascerbity,
Your collective indifference.
Is all for yourself.
Soon one who is amongst you
Will realise,
The construct of flawed self
But too late or too soon.
For one who knows,
They too won't shriek.
Herd provides saftey and security.
That is comforting.
That is the very construct,
Which will bring your doom.
Well for some,
Crazy enough to walk out
Your are too fearful of us.
We have seen beyond the mirage
That you created and wish to
Walk out of it.
Only to be named INSANE.
IN SANITY I STAY, INSANITY THEY SAY.
By: @scribeinsoliloquy
#they #pod #mirakee #thewritersnetwork
#scribe_in_soliloquy #insanity
@mirakeeworld @mirakee @writersnetwork
@writersunitedThey...
In sanity I stay, insanity they say.
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nebula
215w
Read MoreMy hands hang on a single cigarette bud
And I whisper to these ashes falling on my boot
things I shouldn't know,
Like how men don't fall as pretty as the autumn leaves,
How crows scavenged the last of my brother's meat.
We marched to the drums,
With echo of yesterdays killing,
With every tick of the clock,
We were falling.
And we didn't fall like autumn leaves.
We fell with a thud,
the kind that leaves you shook for ages.
We bled a martyrs blood,
And not all saw the end.
No matter how much you scrub
your flesh remembers every wound.
And your heart beats silently
Mourning for your restless heart
that still beats nevertheless.
Screaming out in the air
Hoping you would hear me love
I am cluster of letters written
all in your name.
I wish I could touch you;
Once again
Remember the times before I left.
One kiss more
One tear less
One laugh more
One fight less
Once again
Just once again.
-Nebula
Some history facts
World War II was the deadliest military conflict in history in absolute terms of total casualties. Over 60 million people were killed, which was about 3% of the 1940 world population (est. 2.3 billion).
Bengal famine
An estimated 2.1–3 million,out of a population of 60.3 million, died of starvation, malaria and other diseases aggravated by malnutrition, population displacement, unsanitary conditions and lack of health care. Millions were impoverished as the crisis overwhelmed large segments of the economy and social fabric. Historians have frequently characterised the famine as "man-made", asserting that wartime colonial policies created and then exacerbated the crisis.
Over 87,000 Indian soldiers (including those from modern day Pakistan, Nepal, and Bangladesh) died in World War II. Field Marshal Sir Claude Auchinleck, Commander-in-Chief of the Indian Army from 1942 asserted the British "couldn't have come through both wars [World War I and II] if they hadn't had the Indian Army.".
