Mirakee
What the night is to the stars
What happiness is to the broken hearts
What a dream is to a dreamer
You are all that to me.
©Asma Khan
asmakhan
A proud Indian. ���� Allah is with the patient www.instagram.com/asma_khan1389
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You define
You set parameters
for how one should be...
Yet you say you are a lover?
Let me tell you one thing
Those who love
know no labels no definitions
They do not seek perfection
They do not care about what's missing
or what could be
They are grateful for all they have
for all they can feel and see
For love is not for the selfish or faint of heart
It's for the hearts that are pure, kind, caring, gentle and free.
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Does your heart feel heavy?
Cry and cry, let it flow...
stop, take a deep breath
wipe your tears,
And now, let it go.
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And perhaps someday I would again love
someone with all of my soul and heart
cause this is the way how I love
But darling
who is going to love you
the way I have loved you.
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It is said that, what you seek is seeking you...
Will you then come to me
when I have put all my heart in you.
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Maybe I wasn't prepared
or maybe I was deciduously falling for you and getting attached...
Maybe I was scared that one day you too will leave
And maybe most of all I was scared of loving intensely and being broken once again.
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Don't show me the brands you like to wear
The cars you drive or the way you part your hair
I don't care about the money you have
Your arms, your muscles or six packs abs
cause for me these are all just useless things
I'm only into a heart that is kind and loving
So just tell me the amount of pain you have endured
How many hearts you have fixed and the people you have cured
Tell me how much tears your eyes have shed
Tell me of the times when your soul quietly bled
Show me your imperfections, your scars
Show me your fears and your unloved parts
Tell me that if you have chosen love over and over again
Despite your wounds, the nightmares and your pain
And then I'll remind you that even the stars do fall and weep
Forgive who hurt you and with a clean heart you should sleep
If you still feel love in your empty spaces
Then you will find the light even in the darkest of places
And if love still resides in your bones
It will shine again and will guide you home
Let it whisper promises on your skin
Feel it around and just breathe it in
Let it heal you guide you let it give you comfort
Let it erase your sufferings
Let it erase your hurts.
©Asma Khan
©asmakhan -
I have been ceaselessly loving you;
even on days you were not mine
and even on days you were not you.
©Asma Khan -
asmakhan
3w
Read MoreMartyr's Day 23rd of march. ��
#writersnetwork #mirakee #rwu #pod #shaheeddiwas #23rdmarch #bhagatsingh #Bhagatsingh #Sukhdevthapar #ShivaramrajguruSalute to all those heroes who fought for the freedom of our country till their last breath.
Let's remember their sacrifice not just for today but everyday, cause they sacrificed their lives so that today we can breathe freely.
We are indebted to them. ♥️
©Asma Khan -
asmakhan
3w
You were my mirror
and perhaps this is why
my hands bled
when I tried to
collect the broken pieces
of your image.
©Asma Khan
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If you didn't face
unhappy things everyday,
how would you know
what is happiness?
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11maria
2w
Read More#flowers#alive#theyarealive#rose#marigold#sunflower#daisy#ceesreposts
@mirakee @writersnetwork
(One's hand looking dull - Without a Present)
THEY WERE ALIVE! "THE FLOWERS"
THEY WEREN'T WITHERING TOO!
Rose, Sunflower, Marigold, Daisy
Why only Flower?
Have to Witness Emotions
When one's word possess power.
Twilight for a Proposal,
Or a well-wisher Visit to the Hospital,
Plucked up Flowers from exquisite Sceneries
It's just an excuse to forbid one's hand looking dull.
Don't make heart sprout for Affections
With A Face wearing Smile
And a Hand bearing plucked flowers
Words still acquires "the Countless"
Jackpot Crown of the emotions.
©11mariaThey were Alive! "The Flowers" They weren't withering too!
You Pulled out flowers For her
And she's still Dreaming to view
A Landscape flowers full of life
With you!
©11maria -
sidhubalkaran
48w
Tanka
A tinker bell
spun my beliefs out of
my head
While I tried to drag myself
out of the plato's cave. -
mirakee
3d
Read MoreToru Dutt in the poem "Our Casuarina Tree" explains how the tree continued to hold an important place in her heart even after she grew up because she along with her siblings who are no more, had spent happy moments under it during childhood. The poem speaks volumes about how memories play an important role in our lives.
--Today, write a creative piece about your childhood memories.--
Tag with #memories and share.
#wodMemories
Let's revisit our childhood!
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branchjones
5d
Read MoreI got your email
What a formal way to talk to you
It don't seem right
I'll play it nice this time my friend
I'll try that side of my heart
But these formal talks are foreign to me
Parts of me aren't quite that grown yet
An if you take away what grew with you
I wonder if I could ever be?
With the subtraction of three
Was the clinic that cold
Stole the soul from our third to be
Try and forget the names
Chalk up mistakes on a board of black
I emailed you back
Formal words from the former me
The guy that once lived
With dreams of the three we ought to be
Well I took quite a great few steps back
Had to retreat from what grew with you
Will those steps I ever see?
After the subtraction of threeSubtraction of Three
©branchjones
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branchjones
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#memories turned to #stories
Every blackout takes a toll
When my subconscious
And my common sense
They get buried down below
There's a feeling I release
Through a person I don't know
He's a bull without the reins
And his reign has no control
He's a shadow of my shadow
A figment of the madness
In a war that's called excess
Between tolerance and habits
My family and my friends
Every blackout holds them captive
Everytime I blackout
Our love it falls to fragments
Exactly like my memories
It's ironic, more like tragic
Hello my name's Ross
I'm an alcoholic, addict
Everytime I blackout
I must pay the toll
All my memories are stories
That other people toldCaptive Memories
©branchjones
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branchjones
4d
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Thoughts of you come back
But they only
Fill the space left between
All these road signs
Thoughts of you play tricks
When I'm lonely
Make it seem like I can't see
Past the road side
Yellow lights flash
It was an accident
We passed what that meant
Miles ago
Yellow lines blurry
Wheels in a hurry
Thoughts of you flurry
Black ice on the road now
Car rides and journeys
Through miles no worries
Thoughts of you are worthy
Of one last road trip now
Thoughts of you in my rear view
I don't see clearly
Gotta do what I have to
Follow the road signs
Thoughts of you come through
Vivid and dearly
Memories don't adhere to
Signs on the road sideSPEED LIMIT
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mirakee
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An ode is a form of poetry that expresses praise, glorification, or tribute. It examines its subject from both an emotional and an intellectual perspective. Though Classic odes have a strict format, there also exists modern irregular ode and in the recent times poets have experimented a lot with this form.
--Today , write an ode to a domestic object.--
You can write an ode to cell phone , books , carpet or anything else that comes to your mind.
Tag with #ode and share.
#wodOde
Today glorify the ordinary!
