I tried abstract this time. I know it's weird and complicated but I hope it'll give you hope. I know it's not easy to smile these days but maybe pretence will become real someday. So smile my dears, for me, for your loved ones, for your worthy self.
@writersnetwork you guys are love. Thank you for always supporting me. Muuaah
@miraquill you guys made my day. You guys made me smile. Thank you so much for POD. I'm grateful. Love ya fam
And thank you'll for always supporting me and giving me reason to smile. Thank you for all the likes, reposts and wishes.
Sanam I missed your birthday. I'm sorry my dear. I was a bit busy with exams. I just wanna say that you are one of the beautiful and kind souls here, who not only did inspire me but gave me hope. Your quill never disappoints us. I love how vocal you are about the issues and how you handle rude "critics", you handle them with smile and elegance. I'm happy that you do the special heart to heart venture which give us hope and a feeling of oneness. I remember once you told me to never call my write ups "lame" because you believe it's important to respect what we write. So even when I thought my write ups where lame I never did put the hashtag (btw most of the time my write-ups are lame. Let's agree to disagree) I'm glad I met you here. You helped me learn a lot of new words. Lol. I know you have a special bond with the word "witch", but remember you are the witchy-angle for me. Keep writing and blooming. I wish you all the happiness and joy. Jaab book publish karogi humko mat bhul jaana.
I hope you had lots of fun on your special day. Merko to party mangneka hakk nai hai.. But phir bhi.
I will delete this. I think I'm gonna get a reputation if I keep up with my stupid poems on strangers. Well, I couldn't help it. I went to the bank and saw a cute guy. AND he deserves a poem. I promise y'all I'm not creepy. #amru_ka_phamous_stranger (not)
Okay, so this was written when I left home for the first time and was feeling homesick badly..this is the exact version (didn't filter this). Please give your precious feedback, would really like to know how this kid was years ago:). Ahh I got nostalgic
Also, was going on a break but saw this prompt and participated. Would be inactive for few days. Take care lovelies❤️
For this write up, I've created a poem about being alone and single again, after a long-term relationship and what I've felt about it when it was still new and in the middle of dealing with it. It felt like the first time for me again since I'd never thought that it would end one day. But, as they say, everything happens for a reason and a season, and this chapter of my life is something I will always be grateful for, not just because of the lessons gained, but of being able to appreciate the blessings behind closed doors and letting go, and all the more in learning to trust God when He says NO, and that He has greater plans ahead in store for me. #first#wod#MiraquillChallengeoftheDay
I was born an old soul in the body of a child To loving parents in a comfortable home And knew as a youngster that this would be The last time on this earth that I would roam
I was born and became a young widowed Indian woman With a small baby, a white sari and long raven hair I still remember the feel of the cold wind on my cheek And always wishing that I could go back there
I was born and became a fat Chinese priest Who was councillor to a powerful king I sold important state papers to the enemy for which I was thrown into boiling water on a fire ring
I was born and grew up to be a teenage French boy Who would watch his landowners’ daughters play As they brushed out their hair sitting by the windows Hoping to be one of “them” one day
I was born and went on to be a English boy of five An orphan who would beg for food on the streets Who died hungry, of malnutrition and starvation A small blip on a city’s garbage heap
I was born and became a Scottish soldier who fought Wars in Her Majesty’s army to protect the crown I died on the battlefield nameless and unknown My body lay lifeless and crushed on the grassy ground
I was born and grew up to be a female Egyptian dancer In the court of a powerful pharaoh - the king I was kidnapped by the enemy and died after being Bitten by a snake while wearing lots of bling
I was born only to one day became one With the earth of which I was born This time whenever I breathe my last It will be last time I see another dawn
In most cultures across the globe it is believed that each of us are reborn 7 times before being given salvation or “moksha”. Each birth is significant because it may follow a sequence or in some pattern fulfil the roles of - the infant, the learner, the explorer, the lover, the achiever, the giver and the transcendence. Since only the soul takes another form/body it is said that as children we are born with some knowledge of our previous births which gradually fades as we grow older. Some people believe that we are watched over by our ancestors that become our guardian angels/masters , hence the term seven masters, seven lives. In my culture, Hindus believe reincarnation is a continuous process till the soul attains the qualifications required for Moksha or salvation. It is then that the soul moves to another plane, another dimension, free from the cycle of rebirth and hence the burdens and pains of life.