Miraquill
Your "LIFESTYLE" is your "LIFE"....
So Mould a Lifestyle as you like...Always Hold on Virtues...
Success is the reward for your Virtues...
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Student of History, Life, Faith and also Fate.!
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#success
#virtues
#mithoughts
നിങ്ങളുടെ ജീവിത രീതികൾ തന്നെയാണ് നിങ്ങളുടെ ജീവിതം.....❤ -
അഴിച്ചെടുക്കുന്തോറും കുരുക്കു മുറുകുന്ന കെട്ടുപിണഞ്ഞ
ഇയർ ഫോൺ പോലെയാണ്
ചില തെറ്റിദ്ധാരണകൾ..
അവ തിരുത്താൻ
ശ്രമിക്കാതിരിക്കുന്നതാണ് നല്ലത്..!
പൊട്ടിയാൽ വലിച്ചെറിയാൻ
മാത്രമേ ഉതകുകയുള്ളൂ...!
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101w
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വേദനിക്കുന്ന ചിന്തകൾക്ക് മോചനം...
നിങ്ങളോടു തന്നെയുള്ള പ്രണയം-
ആത്മപ്രണയഠ
നോക്കൂ നാമെത്ര പേരെയാണ് വളരെ ലാഘവത്തോടെ വേദനിപ്പിക്കുന്നത്..! വാക്കുകളിലൂടെ, പ്രവർത്തികളിലൂടെ.... എന്നാൽ നമ്മൾക്കൊരു വേദന വന്നാൽ;we are not ready to face that pain or sufferings..Y becoz നമ്മളത്രയും നമ്മളെ സ്നേഹിക്കുന്നൂ.
ആത്മ പ്രണയം..
❤��
#mimalayalam
#mithoughtsആത്മപ്രണയത്തിന്റെ
അവസാനത്തെ
ആവിഷ്ക്കാരമാണ് ആത്മഹത്യ...
©ajishachandran -
സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ
കൊല്ലപ്പെട്ടേക്കാമെന്നു
കരുതി,
എഴുതി വയ്ക്കാറുണ്ട് ....
കവി മരണപ്പെട്ടാലും
കവിത ജീവിക്കുമല്ലോ...
©ajishachandran -
പൊട്ടി മുളയ്ക്കാനോ, തളിരിട്ട്,
കായായി, പൂവായി
വസന്തത്തിൽ സുഗന്ധം
പരത്താനോ,
വേനലിൽ വിപ്ലവ
ചിഹ്നമാകാനോ,
ആരുമെന്നെ മണ്ണിലോ ,
മനസ്സിലോ നട്ടു നനച്ചിരുന്നില്ല
എന്നതാണ് സത്യം..!
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# അല്ലേലും ഈ ഭ്രാന്തിനെ നിർവ്വചിക്കാൻ ആരാൽ സാധിക്കും??!��❤❤❤
#mithoughts
#mimalayalam.
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ചിന്ത..!
ഒരായുധവും ഇല്ല...
നേർക്കുനേർ നിന്ന് ഭയപ്പെടുത്തുന്ന പ്രശ്നമില്ല...
പ്രത്യക്ഷ്യത്തിൽ ചോര പൊടിയുകയുമില്ല..
പക്ഷെ നിങ്ങളൊടുക്കം മരിച്ചു വീഴും..
അത്രമേൽ മാരകമാണവ...
©ajishachandran -
കരഞ്ഞ് കരഞ്ഞ് കരയാതായവരും ;
പേടിച്ച് പേടിച്ച് പേടിയില്ലാതായവരും ;
ചിരിച്ച് ചിരിച്ച് ചതിച്ചവരുമാണ്
നമ്മൾക്ക് ചുറ്റും ഏറെയും...
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സത്യം മാത്രമേ പറയാറുള്ളു ...����
എത്രമേൽ ശ്രദ്ധയോടെയാണ് കവി അവയിൽ ചായം പുരട്ടുന്നത്...
ചിലതെല്ലാം ചാപിള്ളകളാണ്..
ജനിക്കും മുന്നേ മരിച്ചവ..ഓരോ കവിതകളും
ഓരോ നുണകളാണ്..
അന്തസ്സുള്ള നുണകൾ..
©ajishachandran -
അമ്മ..
വിശന്നു വരുന്നവന് സ്വന്തം പാത്രത്തിൽ നിന്ന് ഒരു പിടി അന്നo നീട്ടിയാൽ നീയും ഞാനും അമ്മയാണ്...!
നനഞ്ഞുവന്നവന്റെ ഈറൻ തുടച്ചുണക്കാൻ സാരിത്തുമ്പു നീട്ടിയാൽ നീയും ഞാനും അമ്മയാണ്..!
ദാഹിച്ചു വരുന്നവനു ഒരു തുള്ളി വെള്ളം കൊടുക്കാൻ മനസ്സുണ്ടെങ്കിൽ നീയും ഞാനും അമ്മയാണ്..!
ക്ഷീണിച്ചവശനായ ഒരുവന്റെ പുറം തലോടാൻ; ആശ്വസിപ്പിക്കാൻ സന്നദ്ധമാണെങ്കിൽ നീയും ഞാനും അമ്മയാണ്..!
കാത്തിരുന്നു മുഷിഞ്ഞാലും വരുമ്പോൾ നെറ്റി ചുളിക്കാതിരിക്കാൻ കഴിയുമോ? എങ്കിൽ നീയും ഞാനും അമ്മയാണ്..!
കാരണം അമ്മ ഇങ്ങനെയാണ്..!
ഇനിയുമേറെയാണ്..!
©ajishachandran
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raghavendran
82w
Plea to the Lord of the Winds
Plea to the Lord of the Winds
I raise this song in praise of thee,
Oh! Lord of the Winds,
Unbind thy captives
And let them roam free,
The flowers fragrant
Await their caressing touch
To blush crimson
And uncover their veil
That the world may see
Their beauty in all glory;
Oh! Aeolus Great,
Ope thy Aeolian cave
And let the winds dance
In joy of freedom;
Pans pipe hath of late
Fallen mute and silent;
Let the winds cause
Lilting notes to flow
From the wondrous pipe
Of the sullen Pan;
Oceans, seas and lakes
Are still and motionless
With no heaving waves;
Let the winds rush
To ruffle the silent waters
That they may roll
And toss the floating vessels
Towards the waiting shores;
Oh! Lord, Bid the Zephyrus
To gently rustle the leaves
And soothe the restless bosom
of the lovelorn swain
Waiting for his ladylove
Under the canopied tree
In the cool moonlit night.
Raghav R
23.10.2020
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raghavendran
82w
A Plea to a Doctor
Many people have been reduced to penury these days and their lives have become one of misery.
0ne such stricken man implores a doctor to help him out from his predicament.
A Plea to a Doctor
O! dear doctor of medicine,
Maybe because of my past sin,
I am afflicted with this disease
Which has stolen my mental peace.
I am now standing at your door,
A man who is aged fifty-four,
Worried and seeking your aid;
I hope it is not Covid.
As one who was doing small business
And now in financial distress,
I make this appeal to you,
Hoping you will give consideration due.
My sons are still at college
Whose fees I have to manage,
My daughter is soon to be engaged
When floral garlands will be exchanged.
Many months ago I had to shut shop,
As sales had begun to drop,
While I was looking for a job to earn,
I was reminded of the growing downturn.
It was at this crucial stage,
When I was losing my courage,
My health became an issue
And I had to rush to you.
I seek some concession from you,
Please take my condition into view,
Charge me the least you can
But not according to a package plan.
I am ignorant of Hippocratic art
Which you have mastered on your part,
Please let me know what ails me
And charge me a concessional fee.
Part-time jobs my sons do now,
Which some money on us does endow,
Our daily needs are barely met
From the paltry sums my sons get.
I have to borrow to pay you,
At present I have no clue
As to how I will repay the loan,
Any delay the lender will not condone.
Since you are to Hippocratic oath bound,
It will surely to your credit redound
If you will help this helpless soul
To become disease-free and whole.
I shall be grateful to you for ever
If you could extend me this favour,
My prayers will be for your welfare
For saving me and my family from despair.
Raghav R
24.10.2020
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ചില ഏറ്റുപറച്ചിലുകൾ ആത്മബന്ധങ്ങളുടെ ആഴം കൂട്ടും
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©daiwik -
ashamurali
83w
Read MoreMIRAKEE WRITING CONTEST -REWRITING FAIRY TALES.
C I N D E R E L L A
Written from the perspective of the step mother, story in her own words..
I was happily married to a wonderful man and had two daughters. Cruel fate snatched him from me. I met this man in my work place who was also recently widowed and had a daughter himself. Her name was Cinderella. I am a dalit woman and ours was an inter caste marriage. Predictably his family didnt accept me.
I tried my best to fit into his household but somehow they kept finding fault with me. They poisoned my step daughter's mind too against me. When I told her to share the house work along with my own daughters I was treated as a villainess. I was taken aback when she said that her father married me only because I will do all the work. I also objected to her obsession with beauty and make up at the cost of her studies. I thus became the wicked stepmother.
All hell broke loose when the prince had a ball at the palace. I advised Cinderella to first finish her studies and then go to the ball. But her aunt took her secretly there. She fell in love with the prince and was adamant to marry him. With a heavy heart I agreed . I was upset she chose to drop out of her college. I had always wanted my daughters to first have an identity of their own before marrying. Education and awareness are the two main weapons to combat discrimination and abuse, I always believed.
My own daughters who were termed as "ugly" by Cinderella 's aunt are now happily married to men who respect them. They both hold high positions in the government. While Cinderella is confined to the palace, the king consults my daughters on important decisions.
Thanks to their hard work and determination, I have no doubt my daughters will live happily ever after. I cant say the same about Cinderella though. After all beauty is only skin deep. I wish she had invested a little more on her knowledge too.
-Asha murali.
#writersnetwork #mirakee #daadigotyourback #pod #iamfordalits #readthisj #writingcontest #creativearena @mirakee @writersbay @writersnetworkCinderella
With beauty
I was obsessed
Prince no doubt,
was impressed
I really wish
I hadn't digressed
Knowledge if only
I possessed.
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ashamurali
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Oh how overjoyed as parents,
To see accomplishments,
Of children when consistent,
Hope is the only constant.
She will improve our lot,
She will give her best shot,
She will definitely fail us not ,
She will reach the first spot!
How long can troubles persist?
Let us fight together for justice,
Like a thirsty man near oasis,
Hope surely feels like this!
-Asha Murali
Meet KALPANA SAROJ , who was awarded the prestigious Padmashri for trade and industry.
She rose from the mumbai slums to being a successful entrepreneur. She also serves on the board of governors of Indian Institute of Management, Bangalore.
Surely she inspires like no other. For every parent, hope feels like her.
@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay #mirakee #writersnetwork #daadigotyourback #iamfordalits #pod #readthisj #abstractcKALPANA SAROJ
How long can
troubles persist?
Let us fight
together for justice,
Like a thirsty man
near an oasis,
Hope surely
feels like this.
©ashamurali -
raghavendran
83w
The Inept and the Adept
I have ghost-written this piece on behalf of my friend. This is not my personal experience. It is also to be noted that it is not a blanket criticism. As the title says both kinds co-exist on this earth.
The Inept and the Adept
The pain shot up like an arrow,
Tears welled up in my eye;
Was it from the bone or marrow?
I could only cry;
Months and months of pain
I bore like a silent stoic;
Self-medication went in vain,
I couldn’t any more be heroic;
Soon a stage I reached
When I thought of death;
“To hospital’, someone preached,
“To keep your body and breath”
I lay on the table scared
Waiting for the knife to slice me;
Whispers and murmurs I heard;
Too late I thought to flee;
I awoke in a different bed,
My body still numb with cold,
I knew I was not dead
For I could my fingers and toes fold;
Back home I was the third day
And lay in bed a week more;
I seemed to progress in a fair way
And could walk up to the door;
It was the twentieth day
When the pain I again felt
I didn’t know what to say,
I just in prayer knelt;
Intense the pain grew with each passing hour,
I doubled up in pain and fright,
Soon it went beyond my power
To move to my left or right;
To the doctor I rushed again
With hopes and fear mixed
My past good health to regain
And get the pain once for all nixed;
“It’s but only usual
For the pain to reappear,
Oh! Yes, it’s not crucial,
It’ll soon disappear”
Home I returned soon
With many a colourful pill;
Took them morn and noon
To end the vexatious ill;
Pills and pain went hand in hand
With no relief in sight,
Searing pain I couldn’t stand
And I had no strength to fight;
To another doctor I went
To unload my grief;
He, his patient ear, lent,
His advice was very brief;
“Go under the knife once more
And the pain will sure end”,
The very words my courage tore
Making me further frightened;
Preferring knife to painful death,
The doctor I let, to open me up;
The team then stilled my breath
While I lay like a new-born pup.
When I came to from induced sleep
With the team in full smile,
I couldn’t help but weep
Forgetting the pain a while;
It was a ball of surgical cotton
The surgeon had pulled out
Which had become rotten -
The cause of my pain, no doubt.
With the rotten cotton out-
A matter I was not born with –
I was soon up and about
And my life became one of mirth;
While a doctor causes pain,
Another removes the cause;
While the former’s effort was in vain,
The latter’s was without flaws.
Raghav R
17.10.2020
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ashamurali
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WRITERSBAY WORD OF THE DAY - SHADOW
It is not easy to pursue one’s passion of writing while on a full time profession. But then opportunities have a way of presenting themselves. By sheer chance I landed up as a ghost writer for my bosses, colleagues and friends and their friends.
I have ghost written many speeches, obituaries, farewells and well, some love letters too !.(ahem.. under oath of secrecy of course)
While it may seem a waste of time, it did help me polish my writing skills. Not everyone has the ability to express themselves. Speeches or letters scare some or they may be very busy to sit and write on a subject. So the relieved look on their faces when they see a readymade speech/piece with their thoughts, adorned with my own glitter and polish is worth all the effort.
I would often wait for “assignments” to display my writing skills and would be thrilled to hear it spoken or see it published, albeit under someone else’s name.
Being a shadow is not so bad after all. If Mozart could ghost-compose pieces for his friends at high places, why not me?
- Asha Murali
#mirakee #shadowc #readthisj #writersbay @writersnetwork #daadigotyourback @mirakee @writersbay #ghostwriterPROFILE OF A GHOST WRITER
It was the beginning of a day bright,
One more request to ghost-write,
Wonder if it will worry or excite,
Fondly hope I can do justice right!
Requests to write for a special occasion,
sometimes for taking immediate action,
some to talk about a profession,
or a memoir with some confession!
When called to write an obituary,
advise to just not make it too teary,
and to keep it light not very heavy,
to always keep an eye on the gallery!
Some request for speech on farewells,
peppered with lies to wish them well,
only their good memories to dwell,
using the gift of gab to weave a spell.
Credits always go to light, not the shadow,
words will never add to the portfolio,
not many will acknowledge though,
original name no one will ever know.
Ghost-writers work behind the scene,
they write for passion, not for being seen,
making use of opportunities umpteen,
to see their words dance on the screen.
©ashamurali -
s_m_a_basi
88w
Read Moreഅമ്മേ...... അമ്മെങ്ങടാ പോണേ?.......
അമ്മ: ''ബേങ്കില് അടിച്ച് വാരണ പണി കിട്ട്യാർക്കണു''...
അമ്മേടെ പേര്?
അമ്മ: തങ്കമാളു
വയസ്സ് ?
അമ്മ: ''വയസ്സൊക്കെ ഇമ്മിണി ആയേർക്കണു മോനേ
78 വയസ്സായി നിക്ക്, മോനേക്കാളും പോന്ന 2 ആൺകുട്ട്യോളുണ്ടെനിക്ക്
കെട്ട്യോൻ ന്നെ വിട്ട് പോയിട്ട് പത്ത് പതിനഞ്ച് കൊല്ലായി 'ലോറീന്ന് കല്ലെറക്കുമ്പോ വീണു തലച്ചോറിളകിയാ മരിച്ചേ, ആ വ കേ ല് കിട്ടിയ പൈസക്ക് വീട് വെച്ച് ഞാനതിലാ താമസം, മക്കള് പത്രാസ് കാര് വേറെ വീട് വെച്ച് പോയി, ഇൻക് ഈ വീടും ൻ്റെ കെട്ട്യോൻ്റെ ഓർമ്മീം ബിട്ട് എങ്ങടും
പോണ്ട, അല്ല! പോയാലും മക്കളെ പെമ്പർന്നോത്യാര്ക്ക് അത് സയ്ക്കൂല!
അല്ലേലും ഓലെ ഒരുർപീം ഈ തങ്കമാളൂന് വേണ്ട !"
പിന്നീട് കാര്യമൊയൊന്നും ചോദിക്കാൻ കഴിയാത്ത വിധം ഞാൻ ഒരു നൂറു ഉത്തരങ്ങൾ കൊണ്ട് നിറഞ്ഞിരുന്നു.....
തങ്കമാളു അമ്മ നിറകണ്ണുകളുമായി ബസ്സ് കയറിപ്പോയി.,,,
ഞാനപ്പോഴും ചോദ്യങ്ങൾ മരിച്ചുവീണിടത്തു
ഉത്തരങ്ങളുടെ മയ്യത്തും പേറി
അടുത്ത ബസ്സ് വരുന്നതും കാത്ത് അവിടെ ത്തന്നെ ഇരിപ്പുണ്ടായിരുന്നു!.....തങ്കമാളു
©s_m_a_basi
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raghavendran
84w
The Mother-in-law of Heaven
The Mother-in-law of Heaven
Torturing mothers-in-law are not unique to the earth alone. Even Heaven has its share of such beings. The text below throws some light on the subject.
Psyche was the most beautiful princess in a Kingdom and people began to admire and worship her for her exquisite beauty, forgetting Venus, the Goddess, altogether. Becoming angry and jealous, Venus sent her son Cupid, commanding him to make Psyche fall in love with the most despicable and ugly creature on the earth. Unfortunately when Cupid saw her, he himself fell in love with her. Because of some unfortunate circumstances, Cupid left her. The sorrowing Psyche finally approached Venus for restoring Cupid to her. Venus who continued to hate Psyche set her some most difficult tasks and tortured her until the gods came to the rescue of Psyche and united her with Cupid.
Thus we find Venus too, a mother in law of Heaven, torturing her daughter-in-law very much like some of those on the earth. Perhaps human beings have been influenced by Venus's behaviour. The story is a very long one, but I have made it very brief.
The Mother-in-law of Heaven
Mothers-in-law are common topic,
I know not whether there is a biopic,
But they are the family movies' choice
Where she is heard with the loud voice.
Why is she shown as a terror on the earth?
It may give some solace or mirth
If they are told what they may not know
That even Heaven has one such on show.
Greek myths say Venus was the mother in law,
Psyche wedded to Cupid was her daughter in law,
Venus tortured Psyche so much
Gods had to save her with a benign touch.
An immortal she was made by the God Jove,
Who is the God of Gods of Heaven above,
Thus despite her Mother-in-law's cruelty,
She became Cupid's wife in reality.
Raghav R
10.10.2020
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Waiting for the Axe
Waiting for the Axe
The sexagenarian tree spoke to her sister
About the plan – cruel and sinister,
She couldn’t conceal her tears
And the growing, gnawing fears;
“Our days are numbered, you see,
Every one of us and every tree
Will soon face the dreaded axe,
Believe me! It’s not a hoax,
A knot of people here gathered around,
One proclaimed we’re not sound,
We’ve lived longer than we should,
Hence we must be cut for wood;
He did not stop at that,
Many schemes were hinted at,
Widening this stretch of road
Is a sheer necessity, he vowed;
They’d cut two hundred of our tribe,
He told this to the serious-looking scribe,
Who will break this news
In tomorrow’s daily with his views;
A four-way lane will this stretch be,
Long, concreted, smooth but without a tree,
This will be the scene six months hence,
Both sides will have a long fence;
All this I heard when they spoke,
Sipping in careless abandon bottles of coke,
And with a final look at all of us,
They boarded the gleaming luxury bus;
So all is over with us, dear ones,
We’re not going to see many suns,
Let’s face the force of axe and saw
And a curtain on our lives draw;
A few shed tears of leaf-
Tears engendered by pain and grief,
In a short while, silence fell,
Where treeless barrenness will soon dwell.
Raghav R
12.10.2020
©raghavendran
