Miraquill
Isn't it suffocating?
Isn't it suffocating?
surrounded by only
bricks and walls.
Spending whole day
on just the couch.
Eyes stuck against
the screen
laughing at memes
but crying within.
Prisoned under the veil
of movies and web series.
Isn't it suffocating?
Wanting to pull out
your love from skype
through the Glass.
Or wanting to push back
the professor
taking Zoom Class.
Fighting for remote
with your siblings
creating Chaos.
But,
Wasn't it suffocating?
Following your profession
and not your passion.
Cursing, you have just
24 hours.
Not enough to meet
your family
and show some compassion.
Not getting home-cooked food
was utter dissatisfaction.
Having plans for peace
But not putting them
into action.
Won't it be suffocating?
Witnessing countries
with clearer skies
but deserted roads.
Being the surviver
with only handful
to see your posts.
Robots helping humans
to write the codes.
Superpowers fighting
for Antidotes.
Won't it be suffocating?
Crying Alone.
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shambhavi_shandilya
141w
Read MoreWhen we miss our family ❤️ Hostel life can bring you many friends but nothing can replace the love for parents...
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#mirakee #writersnetwork @writersnetwork #homesickness #familylove #parents #collegelifeघर से दूर...
जब हॉस्टल के खाने में,
माँ के हाथ का स्वाद तलाशते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
जब पूरा दिन,
छोटे भाई को बिना परेशान किए, निकल देते हैं हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
वो जब दिवाली पर,
पूरे घर को नहीं, सिर्फ़ अपने कमरे को सजाते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
जब World Cup का मैच,
बड़े टी.वी पर नहीं, अपने फ़ोन पर अकेले देखते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
जब बचपन में दिए हुए सौ रुपये बचाने की जगह,
पापा से महीने के खत्म होने तक और पैसे मांगते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
जब रोज़ सुबह,
माँ का "उठ जाओ बेटा" की जगह, अलार्म को स्नूज़ करके उठते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
जब खाना नहीं खाने पर,
माँ को, "हाँ, खा लिया" बोल देते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम।
और जब रोज़ रात की खामोशी में,
सिर पर सहलाते हुए, माँ का हाथ ढूंढते है हम।
याद आता है, घर से दूर आ गए है हम। -
shambhavi_shandilya
142w
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#terrorist #26/11 #devils #mumbaiattacks #mirakee #writersnetwork
Remembering the martyr's of 26/11 Mumbai Terrorist attacks. United we stand against the violent negativities of mankind. ✨Devils
Under the tiny stars
of the Heaven above,
trying to replicate one
here on the Earth.
Trying our best
to remove negativities.
We are left with
Some devilish identities.
Devils,
who create fear.
Fear,
of being burnt by a Blast.
Fear,
of being hit by a Bullet.
Fear,
of not seeing the next day.
Fear,
of the thought of meeting our loved ones
for the last time.
Devils,
Masking their selfish interests
in the name of religion.
Devils,
Snatching aways smiles
from hundreds of region.
Devils,
Thinking of peaceful life
in the Heaven.
Often forget that
The most beautiful Heaven
Is here on The Earth, Our Earth.
United we stand against them.
United against greed.
United against violence.
United against destruction.
United we stand against devils of
Humanity.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
142w
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Fat shaming isn't the only side of body shaming. Skinny girls are often seen with disgust and made a laughing stock. A poem written to show the other side of coin.✨
#stopbodyshaming #peace
#mirakee #writersnetworkAm I not Beautiful?
I don't starve myself.
I don't fly away due to breeze.
I am not an incarnation of stick.
I am not always sick.
I am not undernourished.
I cry underneath your funny skeletal nicknames designed for me.
I can eat more than one chapatti,
it isn't a surprise.
I can run a marathon, get this in your mind.
I don't have curves to please you.
I don't have just bones, muscles you will find too.
I am skinny but ain't dead.
I am full with life and the most cheerful person you have ever met!
Look into my eyes, don't just see my bones.
Did you see that, Am I not beautiful too?
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
143w
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Sometimes, we give our 100% to reach our goal. Only to realize later that it was the wrong path. Follow your heart. One day, you will find your true potential!��
#writersnetwork #mirakee #dreams @mirakeeChasing Shadows
Running behind
the bright light,
I sank into
Darkness.
Climbing the mountains
Diving deep into the oceans
Just to get the glimpse
of that shiny might
I Ran.
Kept a journal
of the voices I heard behind.
Demotivating me!
But also listened
to the whispers
Giving me hope.
All the mental
calculations were done.
Reply to every voice
was my silent perspiration.
Toiling hard, to reach my
Destination.
And finally,
Crossing all limits
I saw the Grand Glamour
My goal, my light
was in front of my eyes.
But my eyes
refused to open.
No, It isn't a dream
The light was too intense
for me to see my victory.
This light wasn't for me
All this time
I was chasing shadows,
My inner light was already
within me.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
143w
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Admist the gloomy
world of monochrome,
I am a blend of hues!
I am the Fierce yellow glow
of the Sun.
I am the Blush of the dusk.
The shiny silver you wore to the party is me.
I am the scarlet hue of your lips.
The Cupid's crush of pink is me!
I am the bright fluorescent which
you will always notice.
I am the green-eyed jealousy.
The dark purple gloomy soul is me.
I am the rebellious red.
I am the proud Golden decorating your asset.
I am the all-rounder classic Black.
But I am also the peaceful white.
Admist the gloomy
world of monochrome,
I am a blend of hues!
#writersnetwork #mirakee #latepost #colours @mirakeeHues...
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
144w
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#heartbreak #mirakee #writersnetwork
Sometimes, you don't even get a hint of it. ����
The day was
Normal
Clear blue sky
Sun blushing
behind soft clouds.
Last night
was quiet
as it should be.
You were
caring and loving
as you always be.
"I don't trust you"
is what you said.
Never knew
the distance
would make me weep.
Nature never changed
to witness this heartbreak.
It's matured
and have seen
millions of pain.
I never changed too
I just grew up.
You loved me once,
You don't trust me now.
You wiped my tears once,
You find my sobs irritating now.
You said you will never leave me,
You are not picking up my calls now.
Being taken for
granted
was nothing new
for me.
But you were
not just anyone for me.
You don't even trust
my explanations.
My words have
lost it's value now.
But willingly too
I cannot lose
your value in
my heart, in my
life.
You always remained
the one for me
And will
always be.
©shambhavi_shandilyaHeartBreak...
You wiped my tears once,
You find my sobs irritating now.
You said you will never leave me,
You are not picking up my calls now.
You loved me once,
You don't trust me now. -
shambhavi_shandilya
145w
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��#tears When once with your love but now you cry alone....
#writersnetwork #mirakee ��Tears
When I couldn't reach your shoulders,
I cried my heart out over the phone.
But now,
Only the moisture in my pillow knows,
The pain in my soul.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
145w
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"Win over your fear,
but a new
will be born
each time
you can't help."
Some people fear darkness, some spiders others height. Every fear carries an intend to decrease your power. But some fears don't! ��Read about my fears.
#writersnetwork #mirakeeFear
My fears?
they ask
My insecurities?
they spell
fears define you
they say
fears guide your
every next step.
Win over your fear,
but a new
will be born
each time
you can't help.
Oblivion,
I exclaimed.
Fear of
being lost.
Fear that
my voice won't
be heard.
Fear that
I'll be one
among others.
Fear that
I'll be a star
but not
the brightest.
Fear that
my story
would be just
the same.
My fear
hasn't won.
But I
haven't lost.
I'll overcome
only when I'll
be the
One!
The personality
I crave for.
Improvising myself
I'll be the One!
One day.
That very day
my fear
"oblivion"
smiling at me
will happily say
I lost
but
my intentions
Won.
©shambhavi_shandilya -
shambhavi_shandilya
145w
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"Struggling to anchor my ship, because the pain is so deep." Every one of us has gone through tough phases in life. But what makes us different is to rise from the pain and spread smiles. Be a better person every next day! ���� #writersnetwork #mirakee
Into My Soul
Look there,
Far away
There's an island
admist the ocean of chaos,
a palace of peace.
It's my soul there.
Set on a voyage
to find my
inner self.
Fighting with storms
of judgements.
Whirlpools
of prejudices
Struggling to
anchor my ship
Because
The pain is so deep.
My own soul
is a new place for me.
Searching for it
without a map
wasn't easy.
The map
to my soul
was engraved in my heart
My brain had to read it
Working together
they found
A Scar
Healing
Yes, that's my soul
Healing from the pain
Rising from the ashes
Scars are beautiful
And so is
My Soul.
©shambhavi_shandilya
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ridhiiii
63w
Read MoreStarvation of the lies,
Bespoke truth of cobwebs,
Energised tranquility, portrayed with a smile,
Thoughts of self-destruction imbibed,
Deep into my bones.
A secret, I've once told,
Wrapped in the delicate sheets of fiction,
The clear skies, did cry and rumble,
A soul, crumbled, lacked the means to live.
What do you want from life? he asked,
And I replied with, 'I don't really know',
But trapped within the layers of betrayals,
I wanted the oceanic skies to drown my sordid soul,
And awaken the cheerfulness, trapped beneath.
I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun, and smile,
I wanted to map the universe with the length of my palms,
And travel the world, with my own money.
But I let myself believe, that I'll never be good enough.
What do you want to become when you grow up? he questioned again,
And I tried to smile, diminishing my guilt,
I didn't even know what I was good at.
Let alone my dreams, little soul of tarnished wrath,
I let everyone in, thinking they'd help me,
But brain-washed into nothingness,
I let them, define everything I wasn't.
Do you love your family? he asked me, after listening to my last reply,
But I smiled, because I meant it,
That I love everything my Mom and Dad have done for me,
My demands were always fruitful,
Love bloomed, everywhere my parents stepped,
But the minute I turned 21, I began asking myself,
Whether my family loves me in return,
Words began to seek oblivion,
Lightning struck a chord in my heart, broken,
And my worth, my love, stolen from my eyes,
Life really did wander around, finding the right guy.
Reminiscencing into metaphors of fairytales,
Drenched with a pool of regrets, I,
Often wonder, whether they actually love me now.
I wept that night, and the moon listened to my cries,
But unable to provide a shoulder,
I closed my heart with a wax seal of rage,
In pain, of never letting anyone in,
Ever again.
#secrets
Ps. Won't be deleting this. Thank you for the love.
And wrote this in one go, because I'm tired. Tired of everything around me and tired of never being good enough.
Don't want sympathy, thanks.
@mirakee I'm honoured. I couldn't even believe my eyes. Thank you so much. My third POD.��❤️
@writersnetwork Thank you. Always grateful(16)��❤️
Let's all love each other and spread kindness around. I hope all of us make it big in life and achieve everything we've ever truly wanted.��I've forgotten what's
it like to live.
I've forgotten what's
it like to be loved.
Most certainly, I've
drowned so far into
the abyss, that it's
tough to float aback.
©ridhiiii -
amsterdam
63w
Read MoreYouTube didn't teach me how to
Break a heart gently
Like plucking rose petals and touching piano keys.
Here we are, under the mute sky
Uprooting baby hibiscus
And walking on a bed of nails,
Wiping breadcrumbs from the corners of our lips without saying a thing,
Where do I begin to tell you that time
Has a funny way of running out?
It kills me
A thousand and one ways like
Reading Murakami,
And I don't have the heart to break it to you gently that since
The alarm clock died a natural death
On the 9th day of Summer,
Mornings aren't happy pills for you and me anymore,
We sit across from each other
Like convicts
On unplugged electric chairs
Waiting for the current to steal these heartbeats,
But it never comes on time
Like expiration dates do.
Where do I begin to tell you that our music has ended?
This goodbye, the teardrops on my guitar
The deep sighs of a lonely midnight
We blow to the wind,
Like porcelain,
Our hearts shatter on a tiled floor,
Like dying meteorites
Softly, we break like a baby's breath.
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05.31.21
#wod #impermanence
@mirakee @writersnetwork thank you from the bottom of my purple heart!����GOODBYE
This goodbye,
the teardrops on my guitar
shatter our hearts
into a thousand and one pieces,
Where do I begin to tell you
our music has ended?
©amsterdam -
The Journey of Love with the Beloved
From stealing his perfume
To he sponsoring my chicken biriyani,
From being a real person
To a person on screen,
From going on long bike rides
To sitting next to each other in a bus,
From formal conversations
To informal talks,
From me being immatured around him
To he cracking rare lame jokes,
From a kick start friendship
To tales of marriage and kids,
From evergreen smiles
To cute faces,
From being reluctant in PDA
To holding hands,
From a smirk on his face
To the consistent anger expression,
From a kiss on the cheek
To a kiss on the lips,
Minutes and seconds passed by,
We changed,
Everything around us changed,
But our love remains the same.
Lets celebrate our togetherness
And spread that love all around us!
©journey_thru_darkness -
Asleep "
The empty words
Haunting fractured pen
Breaking brick by brick
Each silent alphabet
I have been numb
From hours to
Very last spurn
I count each ache
My heart had
And each time
The cement of poetry
Fill cracks but
Each time walls
Are complaining
About the water of emotions
Making them weak
I was sleeping on the ground
The ceiling was chameleon
And I was reading blankness
By writing them with smile
Metaphors abandoned me
But I couldn't help
And on the deathbed
When I saw the coffin
For my body
My verses asked for
Some more breaths
The demon denied
And snatched my ink
We all struggled together
Pen, Page and Pillars of
Broken rhymes to be
More than an eulogy
We won the battle
But all we could achieve
Was a Smile
Of my last sleep
I have heard the Smiths
Asleep
I will be gone soon
And when I look back
I don't regret the
Story I had or maybe
I do regret but secretly
But my mind is keep repeating
Sing me to sleep
There's another world
There's better world
There must be
There must be
And I guess now seriously
My poems are falling asleep "
©thenicestbitch -
g0d_0f_w0rds
145w
WOUNDS
"I cut deep", Knife said.
"No, look at me.I would give more severe wounds", Sword exclaimed.
WORDS laughed behind the curtains.
©g0d_0f_w0rds -
ivy_words
235w
Read MoreYour darkness. My darkness.
It isn't the same, I tell you.
It isn't the same.
@_lost_words Well, here's something. Recognize this?Your Darkness, My Darkness
"Darkness is darkness," I say.
"Your darkness is my darkness and mine, yours. It is all the same.
Darkness is darkness."
"It isn't," you say.
"It isn't the same."
I ask you why and you brace yourself to explain.
My darkness is born of the absence of light. Yours, may be of the excess, blinding your sight.
My darkness is born out of the need to feed my demons. Yours, may be of the need to complement your starlight, as it deepens.
Different people come and go. And while they do, onto your heart a different darkness they'll sow. For your eyes, some will, a veil bestow while some will leave dark weeds on your soul fallow. Different people will gift you a different darkness. As they walk out of the shade of your heart's willow, they'll gift you a different darkness.
"But it's black. Pitch black.
Isn't that just what it is?
Won't it be the same?
The same for all, then?" I ask.
"No," you say.
"You don't understand, do you?" You smile.
My darkness is different. Gloom runs in my veins. Poisoned by memories, gloom runs in my blood. I wrap myself in the blackness and it pushes my woe into the plains of nothingness. I heedlessly run into its arms for comfort. It accepts my monsters and gifts them easy slumber.
Your darkness is different. It is the expanse of night sky that pervades every corner of your mind. Those murky shadows where you've hung in your moon and it's companions, is the swathe of darkness, on your heart that has twined.
My darkness is sustaining. It accompanies my moon's gradual waning. Yours, is beauty. Impalpable, it still is heavenly.
Mine, is selfish.
Yours, winsome.
Mine, uncaring.
Yours, altruistic.
"Now tell me.
Is my darkness the same as yours?"
Ivy || Your Darkness, My Darkness -
Somedays I wish that I was not crying over myself last night, somedays I wish I was not thinking about my mistakes, somedays I wish I was not being alive; I were dead.
I have seen broken summers, for now I wish to mend myself, I wish to not be this broken anymore, I wish to just leave everything and go missing.
Everytime someone held my hand, apart from filling the gaps, they were being a part of me and how far will you walk if you consider them a burden?
A moment it takes always to cover the label of perfect with the label of real.
Mornings and happiness was so close I chose the distance anyway.
A breath of love it was; a million questions upon myself.
Everyday my playlist has a new song, I wish it was last this time - everything.
Sometimes you don't feel lonely, you know it is just you - what you have.
©zenith_
