Here is a little game for you all, everyone who comes across this post is free to participate.
THE UNIQUE PART OF THE GAME is that you DON'T have to write a poem, prose or whatever! You just have to play along with me.
THE DETAILS FOR THE GAME : ✨This challenge is actually a game which you must have played in real life, maybe not on an app. It is sort of a treasure hunt! ✨There are in total 9 SPOTS (posts) where you all are supposed to go and find my comment in that post. ✨Once, you reach that spot, you will find my comment there, what you have to do is- read the comment which is actually a hint for the next post. ✨The comment there is actually a small riddle letter from "anything", anything includes a word, feeling, a famous character, maybe a place etc ✨The answer to that riddle is what you have to guess and find. Search the answer with hashtag in the search area. ✨Once you reach that hashtag, you have to go to the oldest post on that hastag to find another clue to keep going.
I know you hardly understood anything from the above explanation, so HERE IS AN EXAMPLE:
-SPOT 1 : Dear reader, Don't you think I am too overrated amongst my friends? Does bringing a pandemic cost this much of negative fame? With love, ___________
- If your answer was right, the comment section of the oldest post on that hashtag will have another riddle to move on. Keep going with the same procedure.
(THE ABOVE IS JUST AN EXAMPLE, DON'T START THE GAME WITH THIS ONE, OKAY?)
NOTE : 1.Please don't spam unnecessarily regarding this game in the comment section of those where the hints and riddles are dropped by me. 2.If possible, read those posts and appreciate their work by liking, reposting or commenting about their work. 3. Don't drop the answer to the riddle in the comment section because you must not be the only one playing the game.
: I haven't decided any prize for this challenge and because the chances of everyone winning who plays it is high. Also, I can hardly do anything for you all here . So, just play and enjoy!
AS I SAID THIS IS YOUR SPOT 1, HERE YOU GO~
SPOT 1 : ✨Dear reader, I belong to the continent of Amazon, a country near Brazil. My beginning is a P because my end is U ✨ With love, ______________
GO FOR IT ! Search the name of the sender of the letter in the search area with hashtag.
REGARDING THE LAST SPOT: Do not drop the last word here! Drop the last word on #_create_23random recent post! NOT ON THIS ONE!
PS: I hope this game is not against any terms and conditions of mirakee❤️ Play fairly and have fun! Tag your friends whom you know may like this game. Happy makarsankranti to you all!
IF YOU ARE PLAYING THIS GAME, MENTION IN THE COMMENT SECTION PLEASE!
I once had someone who used to call me his personal north pole star. And I used to believe I would shine his way through Lead him with my light But I guess, I wasn't bright enough Or may be he was fast enough Like the light vanishing with time He dispersed into stygian sky In a subtle vibrational flicker In that unreachable clarity of night. It's been days but even today I sit watching the black sky In anticipation To receive his text I wish date could have been pre-written So that I could have known But now, He is just a memory Among the stars, in his home Shining brighter than his pole star And I can't do anything Other than standing in disbelief in impending dark With tears that are real I know my heart will never heal And his memories would leave me spinning How do I tell him How much I miss him? We just had words between us The poetries that we shared Though I wrote very less And read the beauties each of you weaved But today I sit on the unseen floor And write again, Like he used to The only difference , He used to write To hide and escape his hurt, And I write today to heal myself !
A pretty flower that bloomed in thy womb. With limbs as delicate as petals. In thy protection I needed no unnecessary decoration. A chord of sacred LOVE wrapped me with thou.
I was thy LIFE like sonnet to Shakespeare, like feminism to Virginia Wolf, like piano to Mozart. I awaited as a seed inside to call thou 'mamma' to wipe thy tears one day and hold thy hand when thou grow old. I waited mamma.
But unreality was painted our warped chord was split. And togetherness FINISHED. I was taken from thou before I could enter the great fair of human life, I was plucked from your garden.
Thou humming songs, reading poems and rhymes, smiling while knitting wools for me, brushing our portrait of love could never be ENOUGH for this daughter not born. P.S. I promise to finish what we started! - Samiksha ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @writersnetwork@mirakee#four#pod PC : to the rightful owner
I express my sincere gratitude towards the wonderful folks behind @writersnetwork and @mirakee. Thank you for giving magical wings to countless unknown voices day in and day out ❤️
To every sparking soul who took time to read this, please accept my overflowing love for you. I'm mildly overworked these days and that leaves me with little time to be responsive, but do know that my heart explodes with joy upon reading your kind words. Let's band together as a collective and keep writing away the sacred truth embedded in our DNA.