Miraquill
The worst feeling in life
is to be with
Your most favourite person
Yet miss them.
©zariie
zariie
instagram: zarinenizamuddin
Grid View
List View
Reposts
-
zariie
54w
-
zariie
54w
Teaching is supposed to be a noble profession.
Yet teachers are not allowed to show their emotions,
Why? Aren't they human?
Teachers must empathize with everyone.
But its not the same when its their turn,
Why? Aren't they human?
Teachers should be disciplined and well mannered.
Does that mean at times they cant be unruly and show their frustration?
Why? Aren't they human?
They should be a walking encyclopedia, knowing all the answers to all the questions.
Isn't that alright if they cannot keep upto these expectations?
Why? Aren't they human?
Teachers inculcate the values of love, truth, care, respect and humanity.
Many a times the people they deal with forget about its implementation.
Why? Aren't they human?
Teachers,Ahhh! My Dear Teachers, they do everything to lay the foundation in order to build a strong nation.
They do it by choice as teaching is their vocation and....
Yes! They too are Human. Please consider them one.
©zariie -
zariie
56w
Meri be-sakooni ka sabab bhi tum ho aur ilaaj bhi tum. Na sabab khatm hota hai na ilaaj mukammal ho payega.
©zariie -
M
Month
Most awaited
Messiah's favourite, Ramadhan.
Mercifully The Almighty forgives
Multiple sins we commit daily.
©zariie -
Teri muhabbat mein har sazaa sar jhuka ker qubool ki humne,
Ab toh bas kar de ki ab toh aansu bhi khushk hone lage hai.
©zariie -
MYTH: Mature people do not EXPECT anything from anyone.
REALITY: Deep down every person "DOES EXPECT". Its only they are very good at concealing it..
EXPECTING FROM OTHERS is a human tendency and there is no harm in Being Human.
©zariie -
zariie
69w
Why is loving someone an involuntary action?
Its because we have no control over our hearts.
Why is thinking about someone cant be controlled?
Its because the brain controls our entire system.
This is the first time when
the heart and brain are
walking hand in hand.
©zariie -
zariie
71w
Love is...
When she loves you unconditionally, Inspite of all your conditions.
Realize....she is worth more than any gold, silver or diamonds.
When she waits for you patiently on a weekend,
Even when she knows not turning up is your trend.
When you do not see her yet feel her warmth.
When you drop in when she least expects.
When she "poses" and says "M alright"
And you know she is not, because of your foresight.
Everytime you whisper those three magical words, For her it means the world.
When you listen to her repeated story for 110th time and pose as if it were the first.
Because you know, the chaos in her would calm only by this outburst.
When you Lend her your shoulder in her distress.
And Hold her hand, comprehend the words in her silence.
Never let such a soulmate go, Speak your heart before its too late,
Dont be a slave to your ego. Cherish your Loved one, do not walk away leaving them desolate.
©zariie -
True
Was her
Love for him
If only he
Knew it, life would have been so wonderful.
©zariie -
Six word story......
HAPPINESS - An unexpected message from him.
©zariie
-
lovenotes_from_carolyn
58w
Read MoreAnnouncing the passing of a longtime, cherished member...
Dear Fellow Mirakeeans,
I come bearing some very startling and unexpected news, which I learned from my dear friend's mother @imterwms (whom is also my dear friend), whereupon she asked that I convey this to all of you.
Jack (of @john_solomon), has been a writer, member, friend, mentor, encourager, and source of inspiration here for several years now. He enjoyed combining science, metaphysics, and spirituality in a poetic manner, and his admirable ability to do so was incomparable, and one that I'd not ever seen before.
Like myself, Jack enjoyed supporting and encouraging the many youngsters here onsite, and he liked to laugh and always insisted on finding something positive, in any given situation; thus it wasn't too surprising that he and I would become dear friends.
Since Jack and I spoke almost daily, his was a well known name in my home; and he knew of everyone here, including my husband (in fact, they're from the same state), my three children, and all of our cats and dogs. He made it a point to always ask about each of us, and he would rejoice with us in all of our happy moments, as well as pray for us in our times of challenge.
Jack spent the majority of his time doing for others. He was a loving son and caretaker to his mother, a cherished brother to his two younger sisters, and a friend and mentor to all. He often donated his time and assistance to those in need; and much like Christ the Savior, whom he dearly loved, Jack led a humble life devoid of unnecessary material goods, yet if something was ever needed, he'd be the first person to make sure that you had it.
Although Jack had just reached 51 years, he was a kid at heart and had a wonderful sense of humor, along with a boyish charm. He was also a self-proclaimed hippie who loved music profoundly, particularly that of the 70's and 80's. In fact, due to attending so many rock concerts, Jack had partial hearing loss in one ear, and he was rather proud that the damage had occurred at an Eric Clapton concert. ��
Around here, Jack was known as the "haiku king," due to his fondness for haiku poetry, and his penchant for penning them. He preferred the Americanized version of the traditional Japanese haiku, which is a three line, non rhyming, untitled poem on the topic of nature that has a total of 17 syllables, dispersed as 5/7/5 respectively. So it was only natural that I'd include a haiku poem for him in this tribute piece. One that has him soaring amongst his beloved stars.
In closing, I'm sure that members are shocked and have questions. All we know at this time is that Jack's death was not covid related. In fact, he seemed to be in very good health and had no known physical illness. Right now, the cause of his sudden, unexpected death on the evening of May 9th, is presumed to be a stroke, although the official coroner's report hasn't been released yet.
Several of us (my husband and I, and Jack's sister) have already heard from Jack since he ascended from this world. Although no longer here on this Earth, his spirit lives on in an eternal dimension, existing outside of time and space, and he is very much at peace. So, although his loss is tremendous, he really hasn't gone very far, as he'll forever shine above us, as the heavens brightest star. Farewell, my dear friend. And no, I'm not nearly done lecturing you for leaving us so early!
Blessings,
Admin Carolyn.
-
john_solomon
62w
Read MoreRelease perceptions of separation...
Rural Relativity
Bias lacks relevance to Nature herself
Promenading Boulevard's, as breezing through lea
Skyscraper and mountain, two nouns of the same
Atmosphere blankets all, with tapestry of hue
Beings ebb and flow, with fluid emotion
Oceans caress shores, and typhoon manifest
Babes hold fast, to comfort of mothers arms
Infantile buds, cling to tree limbs maternal
Nighttime Metropolis, dispersing iridescent algae
Sunlight or streetlight, illumination is awe
Humans in motion, lifeblood of cities
Zephyr kissed pollen, lifeblood floral
Condensed or expanded, is plurality context
Mother makes no distinctions, ecosystem is
duality.
Copyright John Solomon
#pastoralpoem
Image credited to rightful owner/ creative imagination has no tether to location /
-
lovenotes_from_carolyn
68w
Read More
As Mark Twain once famously said, "Truth is stranger than fiction..." I'm inclined to agree; and perhaps you might be too, after reading this personal tale of a recent experience I had with an afflicted individual. May the situation soon drawn to a close. God willing.
ENDGAME REVELATIONS
by Carolyn Glackin
Birthed through the heart of creation
An innocent child of the Light
Cherished by all of the heavens
And all that was holy and right
With the curious mind of a dreamer
And a creative imagination
In those times when her world would go dark
She'd dream up a whole new situation
Time after time this occurred
But the little one wasn't to blame
Because somehow she just had to cope
With the burdens of terror and shame
Through illusions, some respite was found
But then somewhere along the way
She no longer could discern
The truth from this game she would play
Haunted by nightmarish visions
Hounded by menacing evil
In the grips of a sinister plot
And a life that was fraught with upheaval
With a mind that was young and unformed
Left wide open, afraid, and alone
She fell prey to malevolent forces
Thus her mind was no longer her own
Garishly fractured and twisted
Her soul now devoid of the Light
And no one around was the wiser
'Cept a few who had spiritual sight
Years later this girl, now a woman
Somehow found her way to my path
From the first, I could sense the huge problem
That would lead to this wild aftermath
But fate likes to keep a few secrets
So back then I had no way to know
That the problems this woman was facing
Would continue to worsen and grow
Three long years, she pursued me and plagued me
The stalking was truly absurd
She spied on me day after day
And gazed at my every word
Many times, I attempted to help her
For I sensed her confusion and pain
But my every attempt seemed quite futile
As my efforts would all go in vain
There's quite a bit more to the story
But not all of it's my tale to tell
Although one thing I can say for certain
Her whole life was a true living hell
Commandeered by a sinister presence
Mind controlled by this dark entity
At long last, a great truth came to light
She had plagued me in hopes that I'd see
For if someone would only take notice
And help her accomplish her goal
She could rid herself of this nightmare
And reclaim the rights to her soul
Although I'm an intuitive healer
In service to God's greater good
With these horrors, I'm not trained to help her
So I sought out somebody that could
Now it's up to the one holy Spirit
In the hands of the most sacred Light
The Divine shall soon rescue her soul
As I've prayed for this morning and night
A new day will soon be upon us
And from there, she can finally heal
But for now, that is all I can say
All the rest, only time can reveal.
Copyright Carolyn Glackin 2/28/2021
*Art credited to Mario Sanchez Nevado.
#mirakee #writersnetwork #myownwords #freedom #releasing #healing #forgiveness #tolerance #compassion #closure.
-
Amidst plethora of raining words
when poetry submerges,
petrichor of sodden love
wraps welkins within the
secret embrace of our silken warmth .
©sumana_chakraborty -
miraquill
68w
Read MoreAccording to color theory, tint refers to a mixture of a color with white, which increases lightness, while shade refers to a mixture of a color with black, which increases darkness.
( source : wikipedia)
--Today, write a poem or quote using the words tint and shade in it.--
Tag with #color and share.
#wodColor theory
“Of all God’s gifts to the sighted man, color is holiest, the most divine, the most solemn.”
– John Ruskin -
हज़ारों बार हैं मरे, एक जीने के वास्ते
टुकड़े समेट कर के वजूद हम ने बनाया है
©monikakapur -
#comments
-
miraquill
69w
Read More
The Egyptian pyramids that are today counted as the most wonderful structures , were built as burial places and monuments to the Pharaohs ( rulers ). As part of their religion, the ancient Egyptians believed in afterlife and hence the Pharaohs were buried with all sorts of items and treasure that they may need to survive in the afterlife. The walls too were often covered with carvings and paintings.
--Today, write a creative piece mentioning the things you would want to be buried with.--
Tag with #afterlife and share.
#wodAfterlife.
An undying fragrance of poetry is all I want to be buried with.
-
After you lay me down to rest
After you put me to a long sleep
Shed no tear! O’ shed no tear
Don’t feel sorry, please don’t weep
When you collect the remains of me...
Touch it with the utmost love
My soul will feel the imprints of your fingers
I will smile from there above
Let my ashes sift through your fingers
until they join wherefrom they came
I might bloom like flowers through them
Let them be the dust again
Shed no bitter tears, don’t feel sad
For the soul doesn’t die, feels no pain
Dust I may become, but to you and
for you
With my poetries, I shall always remain
©monikakapur -
Certain conditions couldn't be explained
Certain chronicles croon too much pain
Some sadness sediment slowly and stealthily
A poet's panacea percolates from poem's palate readily
Silently search some love in heart
Hate hatred
Heart hurts ,
How much hard heal, that hammers havoc.
©sumana_chakraborty
