Mirakee
Every problem come with its solution
Difference is
We cry with focus on our problem.
And here we end our life
©_a_prayer
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It's not necessary to tell or prove or show how much you do love everyday or every second
My mother never says, proves or shows but I just get a love vibes from her silent words..
That's a love for me..
©farkhunda -
_a_prayer
6w
Rules of life
1.Those actions happen first which demolish your dream..
2.Little Happiness is paused by long sadness.
3.Inner beauty is always overlapped by outer.
4.World counts your scars not qualities.
5.There is always laughs at your failure.
6.Your like becomes immediate Unlike for everyone.
©farkhunda -
A lonely walk
At lonely place
On lonely road
All are symptoms of my heartache
©farkhunda -
Everyday
Drop by drop things getting worse -
Sunday, 21 Feb 2021
1:05 AM
When he finally talked
The day before yesterday I was chatting with him. The guy to whom I love and how much that's I also don't know. Since 2018 when I saw him my love for him increasing like a pumpkin..
I expressed my love for him in 2019 but he said nothing.. He kept talking on messages
19 of feb.. He talked that he loves me and likes me and but there is lots of obstacles and barriers which could easily separate me from you and this is what I never want. That's the reason from 2 years I was quiet.. I am afraid of final judgement which could break you and me. That's the reason I never want to do any sort of promise.
And I was speechless and no words to utter anything. I have just told him I love you alot.
I don't know what to do, I never want him go atlst not without doing anything. I told him let take this to final stage and I will not be broken because I know the reality..
I wish I could do things easiest for him..
If he goes somewhere he would remain in me forever.
an incomplete lover -
_a_prayer
7w
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#mirakee #monologue
#myworld @mirakee
A story of my everything but I was non of hisA monologue
I want you to come and sit beside me
I swear I will not vex you
Something , hear inside my heart
Can you see it's saddest image on my face?
Do you see fever in my eyes?
Do you see pale and weak face of my?
Do you see a dwindle smile of mine?
Oh my love don't you see..
Give me a minute of your vulnerable life
I want to show my world which belongs to you..
That was the time when my eyes stopped on you
I waited of your single glimpse for hour and hour
Have you noticed how my environment changed by you mere presence.
When you smile, thousands of golden ornaments is dancing peacefully.
When you shy thousands of lilies bounced on your innocence face.
No! Do not go..
Let me express those words which are made for you.
Those whice I boxed last year.
You were my strength and my world
Oh My love you were precious very much
So precious but your buyer is poor.
I want your favour my world...
Grant me the permission for loving you till the end of my life grant me! grant me! grant me! -
_a_prayer
8w
Where do you find true love, happy people and an enjoyable life?
On social media
Where do you find most beautiful person?
On Snapchat
Where do you find most religious people?
On what's app status
Where do you find fake, double-faced, jealous people?
In reality
©farkhunda -
Only two steps of forgiveness
I can forgive you easily
But I will not believe in you like previously -
She has dignity, authority and she is an independent..
Her qualities Refelect through her colour purple dress
©farkhunda
-
smartsam
9w
True Story!
Lust is for time being
Momentary!
Love is eternal
a true story!
©smartsam -
odysseus
81w
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N. B. - Like it or not, this is based on a real incident.
(She had a question for him, "Can we change the name of our garnent store? I have a better name in my mind. I mean... What's in a name?"
... Of course, she would never dare ask him that)What's in a name?
Theirs was not a "love at first sight" kind of story. She was an award-winning illustrator-cum-copywriter while he co-owned a high-profile garment store. It had been started by his great-grandfather over 70 years ago. From a small, unlit room to an impressive three-storeyed building the journey had been phenomenal.
The store was renovated in order to give it a modern look. Business was in their blood. They hired competent professionals and spared no effort to make the store (actually a mini complex) strikingly beautiful and attractive.
She designed some of their ads. That's when they had met. Love blossomed between the two young souls. he was the one who took the initiative to propose.
They were married at a grand wedding ceremony. She was thrifty but his family had too many relatives, friends and acquaintances and having a lavish wedding ceremony was obvious.
A dream honeymoon followed and they resumed work immediately after it was over. She had already made it clear that she wouldn't quit her job. She wasn't an ordinary employee of that ad agency; she was the one who literally ran and managed it. Neither his parents nor he had objected to it.
Barely a month into the marriage, and he came to her with a set of forms and documents and told her to sign on the dotted line.
She would have to get her surname changed after marriage and she was okay with it. That's what the formality was supposed to be all about. She had to apply for a change of surname.
He had already filled in the forms.
She loved him and didn't have to think twice before signing. But when she accidentally read the content, she was shocked.
He wanted her to change her NAME!
He had never spoken to her about this. In fact, he would always tell her how much he loved her name.
"How can you do that? My name is my identity. My parents gave it to me. I love it and I can't even think of changing it. And what about you? Don't you love it? You've told me so not once but many times."
"Of course dear, I do, but you see... Mom and Dad want you to change it... and this new name is also very beautiful. What's the harm? I mean... that's the tradition in our family... My mother and grandmother also accepted it. "
"No, I don't approve of it."
"Look, when you told them about your intention to continue working, they didn't object. They allowed you to have it your way. Now it's your duty to respect their sentiments. This is not a big issue."
"Ohh, I didn't know it was supposed to be some kind of barter... "
"Come on, you're overreacting. You're not going to be the first career-woman to get her name changed. What's in a name? "
"Sweetheart, I love you and I wouldn't like to get into an argument with you. But this is unfair because you're doing it against my wishes."
"My parents allowed you to work after marriage which is against our family tradition. Wasn't it against their wishes? So let's kill this issue. Sign quickly. I have to hand over the forms to our legal advisor. There are half a dozen formalities to be done."
She picked up her cellphone and called her mother.
A few minutes later, she realised that it was futile to resist or argue.
She signed with a heavy heart.
©odysseus -
odysseus
51w
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I try hard but can't rhyme anymore.
My talent to rhyme I can't restore.
I strain my cerebral nerves in vain.
My failures pinch me and give me pain.
I just keep staring at the blank screen.
Such a dry spell it has never seen.
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Tricube ( 3 lines - 3 syllables each) #life #poetry #thoughtsTricube
I try hard
but can't rhyme
anymore.
My talent
to rhyme I
can't restore.
I strain my
cerebral
nerves in vain.
✍️
My failures
pinch me and
give me pain.
I just keep
staring at
the blank screen.
Such a dry
spell it had
never seen.
©odysseus -
odysseus
51w
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I
have a
past and I
wouldn't like to
disclose it as it's
dark and inglorious.
But sinners can atone for
their sins and even in my case
it was not too late before I chose
to walk the higher path and stick to it.
The
results
may be slow
but the bliss shows.
The current threat has
put us on the back foot.
We must contribute our bit
by being careful and keeping
others safe, as that's going to help
us face this catastrophe and survive.
I
do not
know what's in
store for me but
I pray for the world.
I am hopeful that the
crisis will end soon and we'll
be back to work, a wiser race.
Life is precious; I value it and I'll
strive to be the best version of myself.
Image credit : Carolyn's challenges
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#etheree #life #inspiration #poetry #thoughtsI
have a
past and I
wouldn't like to
disclose it as it's
dark and inglorious.
But sinners can atone for
their sins and even in my case
it was not too late before I chose
to walk the higher path and stick to it.
©odysseus -
lafz_e_farhan
51w
Bas keh do galati meri thi,
Bewafai,
Sikh lunga badame -
odysseus
51w
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I have been
with someone who has
compassion
in her heart,
soothing words on her lips and
a smile on her face.
Simple and
down to earth, she makes
everyone
feel special.
That is one of her many
noble qualities.
#writersnetwork #mirakee #shadorma
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#love #life #inspiration #poetry #thoughtsI have been
with someone who has
compassion
in her heart,
soothing words on her lips and
a smile on her face.
Simple and
down to earth, she makes
everyone
feel special.
That is one of her many
noble qualities.
©odysseus -
odysseus
51w
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@writersnetwork #writerstolli @mirakee #senryu #haiku #temporary
Inspired by a stunning piece penned by @shashagilbert_
This is just a story/post. To view it as anything else would be a mistake.
Individual opinions are welcome, debates are not.
#life #thoughtsHe & He
He was a brilliant
student... apart from being
an ideal son.
Armed with a degree
in management, he received
a well-paying job.
His parents wanted
him to marry, and began
looking for a girl.
They had some simple
expectations, and marriage
was pretty basic.
"He's educated
and well-paid and that should be
enough." they would think.
He desperately
wanted to tell them something.
It was not easy.
It was about his
partner, a man he had been
madly in love with.
It was natural
and he realised that it
gave him immense joy.
He couldn't even
think of abandoning those
bitter-sweet delights.
They found it painful
to live without each other.
What would they do now?
He'd write a letter
to his parents, revealing
his inclination.
He was legally
independent and he could
take a decision.
But he was worried
about the horrid response
it would elicit.
How would his parents
react to it? And what would
the society say?
©odysseus -
odysseus
52w
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Fonder grows my love
in your absence and it's your
presence that I crave.
My love is pure and
my feelings are genuine.
There is no pretense.
The world believes that
my words don't make sense and I
ought to prove it wrong.
As a poet, my
thoughts I must learn to condense,
but my quill flounders.
Oftentimes, I lose
focus, fail to concentrate,
and tend to digress.
Oh my beloved,
kindly answer my call and
end my distress.
@writersnetwork #writerstolli @mirakee
#senryu #haiku #random #love #life #inspiration #poetry #thoughtsThe world believes that
my words don't make sense and I
ought to prove it wrong.
As a poet, my
thoughts I must learn to condense,
but my quill flounders.
©odysseus -
odysseus
52w
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भोजन कक्ष पारिवारिक भोज हेतु सुसज्जित किया गया था। परिवार के वरिष्ठतम सदस्य, जो पहियेदार कुर्सी में बिराजमान थे, कक्ष में लाए गए । अपने जीवन में अस्सी से भी अधिक बसंत देख चुके थे वे। उन्होंने अनोखी शैली की दाढ़ी बढ़ा रखी थी।
तीन सौ वर्ग फीट के कक्ष में चार पीढ़ियों का प्रतिनिधित्व करनेवाले अठारह व्यक्ति उपस्थित थे अतः कक्ष भरा-भरा सा प्रतीत हो रहा था।
वातावरण आनंद और उल्लास से ओतप्रोत था। मेज़ सज्ज की जा चुकी थी।
गृहस्वामिनी ने मेज़पर रखी हुई तश्तरी में से मिठाई के दो टुकड़े उठाए। वह मिठाई उनकी पुत्री द्वारा बनाई गई थी। वह विविध व्यंजन बनाने में निपुण थी एवं उसे ज्ञात था कि उसके पिता को उस मिठाई से कितना प्रेम था। सूखे मेवे, काष्ठफल, मधु, खजूर और घृत से युक्त उन घनाकार टुकड़ों से भरी तश्तरी उनके सामने रख दी जाए तो उनपर नियंत्रण रखना कठिन हो जाता था।
गृहस्वामिनी हाथ में मिठाई लेकर अपने पति के पास पहुँची। एक टुकड़ा उन्हें थमाया। वह हाथ में लेकर पति ने अपनी क्षीण-जर्जर बाँह ऊपर उठाई। पत्नी ने मुँह खोला और उसे स्वीकार किया। उसके उपरान्त पत्नी ने अपने हाथों से पति को खिलाया। पिछले अनेक वर्षों से गृहस्वामिनी का जन्म दिन इसी प्रकार मनाया जा रहा था। यही उसकी प्रिय परंपरा थी।
@mirakee @writersnetwork #writerstolli #story #life #pod #love #life #inspiration #thoughts #diaryThe Dining Room Was...
The dining room was prepared and decorated for the family feast.
The octogenerian sporting a stylish beard was wheeled in.
Eighteen people representing four generations in a fifteen by twenty room had turned it into a crowded place.
The room was overflowing with joy.
The table had been set.
The grand old lady picked up two pieces of sweet.
It had been prepared by her daughter.
She was a self-made chef and she knew how much her father loved it...
A platter full of those luscious cubes containng dry fruit, nuts, honey, dates and clarified butter(desi ghee), and it would be difficult for them to control him...
The old lady walked up to him and handed him a piece.
He held it and lifted his weak arm. She opened her mouth and took a bite of the cube offered by his shivering hand.
Then it was his turn to have a bite...That was how they had been celebrating her birthday as she liked it that way.
©odysseus -
tengoku
52w
Let moon
shed some starsAnd that night,
I wanted him to cry,
I wanted him to
scream like a child.
But still, he was smiling.
I could see those red
veins in his eyes and
so much numbness in his throat.
Maybe he was afraid
that crying in front of me,
would make me weaker.
Sitting in front of my moon,
I was gazing into his eyes
and waiting for a star to fall.
"What?" he asked me with
a stupid smile on his face.
He was pretending to
be a man but somewhere in
a corner of his heart,
a little boy was sobbing.
"Don't be so fake"
I smiled back and
stood up from my bed.
Sitting on his lap, I wrapped
him in my arms.
A fear in his eyes was trying
to hide from my pupils,
a fear of losing his
control on his tears.
"You wouldn't even cry at my
funeral, my little stronge man!?"
I laughed and kissed his head.
He wasn't looking into my eyes anymore.
"I am not going anywhere,
I am just going to sleep in there.
I'll be there always, always"
I traced my fingers on left
side of his chest and said.
"Crying doesn't prove
that you're weak.
You've been strong for
too long now it's time of relief"
I pulled him closer and rested
my head on his shoulder,
making his eyes free to shed tears.
After few deep breaths,
I closed my eyes as I felt
his tears on my neck.
-Ananya
