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  • nocturnal_enigma 3d

    -mal ~

    Most people are normal.
    While I'm weird. Abnormal.
    Some of us act so formal.
    Many worse than animals.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • kajalpawar2911 1w

    "There is no beauty in existence until your smiles are born without any reason."

  • farhan_saf7 1w


    If exposure of body is modernism, then animals are more modern than humans.

  • pandichitra_r 7w

    Every time we keep getting such news..and it's been really heavy..this time.��
    Is there any parallel world ?

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    It's heavy again

    Why the hell we are still asking and seeking for justice ?
    Is it our mistake ?
    Aren't we allowed to dwell in our own world
    Or is it really a barrier to ur eye's
    Media coverage is less
    Human beings have turned to political animals?
    I am still pondering?
    And this time it's Rabiya Saifi...
    This kid who had dreams...

  • madinah_writes 7w

    Living In Animal's Character

    Be as mild as a Cat,
    Yet, the bold, wild Lion
    Be as willy as a Fox,
    With the howl of a Wolf.
    Be the watchful, tiny Lizard,
    With the curiosity of Crocodile.
    Be the Koala in the trees,
    With the weight of a Bear against the Earth.
    As stubborn as a Goat,
    With the beauty of a Deer.
    Be a mother Kangaroo to your child,
    And Giraffe around your home, outside.

  • mmbftd 9w


    I find joy
    In a ball of feathers
    Grass green, corn yellow
    Pumpkin orange, blueberry blue, twilight purple and pearl white.
    A colorful conglomerate of
    Fluff, arranged in miraculous order, laying just right, one feather overlapping the other and so on.
    And this all works...as she takes flight and speeds above my head in a zip and flash.
    She nestles into my cheeks at night, as she has done for all her life. 2 years now, she has showered me with a love and affection I have never known before. She gives me motivation to rise each morning; chopping vegetables and fruits, tending sprouts for her to enjoy.
    She is so delicate and tiny. This creature with a huge soul. Compassionate when I need it, and knowing me when my emotions shift. She nestles closer, kisses my nose, with her curving pearly beak. She knows how to tear flesh with it, but never on purpose. She skims my eyebrow, preening me, moves into the hollow of my eye and with such discernment, gently preens my eyelashes. And there is a trust never spoken. We have no language but feelings. And that way we understand. She knows I would never harm her. I know she won't hurt me. She learned to say "I love you" first. A gravely tone only other Conure bird owners learn to recognize. She learned it first and says it often, knowing context and not just mimicking. She learned it first because I say it more than anything else. A pure expression I cannot contain. I could write more, but she is waking up, and I must not fail her. I sing her a morning song as I open her home up, parting her night curtains to let her get used to the daylight. Bring her to the window, examine our day, pointing out things like a blue sky, yellow sun, real clouds, wind and the tiny birds outside. She fluffs up shaking slumber off. She gets excited for the yellow bell pepper seeds i let her pick out from a halved one. Her tiny head getting lost in the pepper, as little growls of joy escape her.
    She is my joy. My absolute bliss. I love my little JelliBean.
    Let us start each day together, forevermore.

  • lexi_cruz 12w

    Animals and Betrayal

    Imagine an animal losing a limb. Betrayal is almost the same. You lose a part of you.


  • sparkles09_ 14w

    Agar thoda sa pyaar dedo na....toh janwar bhi parwah karne lagte hai apne maalik ki ....par insaan?

    #Animals #Are #Loyal #miraquill #writersnetwork

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  • justin_aptaker 15w

    The Day i Saw God

    or was it today? i can't really tell
    i saw God
    more clearly than i've ever seen anything

    She was
    struggling to breath
    unable to understand
    why everything was pain
    why She'd been so alone
    away from all those She loved so much

    Her eyes bleary and fading
    joy erased
    but we were there with Her
    She could feel us again
    along with Her children and sisters huddled against Her
    for one last image
    equally at a loss

    but the last image She gave me
    was when the sedative finally kicked in
    and i sat face to face with Her
    gently stroking Her beautiful head
    She finally made sounds of joy again
    or they could have been pain
    but i think they were joy
    and i think i saw joy again in Her eyes
    i think the medicine had relieved the fear and pain
    just enough for Her to feel the joy of me loving Her

    but that moment was cut short
    as they took Her away
    i cried “goodbye sweet baby”
    sweet Angel, sweet Love
    then i fell apart

    the next time i saw God
    all the life had departed from Her
    all that remained for me
    was Her still, beautiful form
    eyes open, but lifeless
    and my eyes are open, but lifeless
    until I see God again

    - In loving memory of Boo, an angel who was taken from us too soon on 7/10/2021

  • benhurbedford 15w

    In a heap of Nature.

    I can hear the Lions roar inside my disturbed mind. A sun rises among the silence of the forest. Dry leaves fallen, stained by my bed side.
    I lay among the mammals of might. They guide my journey way through the dark moonlight.

  • anuradhasharma 17w

    अपना आशियां खो , कोई तुमसे जीना सीखें ।
    अपनो को गवां , कोई तुमसे चुप रहना सीखें ।
    अपने चोट को छुपा , कोई तुमसे मुस्कुराना सीखें ।
    अपने बच्चों से दूर , कोई तुमसे गम खाना सीखें ।
    अपनी खुशबू लूटा , कोई तुमसे महकाना सीखें ।
    अपने आसूं ठेहरा , कोई तुमसे बहना सीखें ।
    अपने जलने की फिक्र छोड़ , ठंडक देना सीखें ।
    अपना दर्द छुपा , बेपनाह इश्क़ बाटना सीखें ।
    अपने से जुदा को भी , शामिल करना सीखें ।

  • ashwininargundkm 18w

    Alone is real solution in leading happy life!


  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 18w

    Crime after crime he fearlessly commits,
    Gradually falling prey to the invisible web that his karma perpetually knits.

    Reshma kausar Mohideen
    Insta handle: sword_of_word_86.


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  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 18w


    Life is a book of perishable pages,
    Divine needle stitching since ages,
    A golden pen called fate has been attached,
    We write every moment till breaths get detached.

    We have been bestowed upon with liberty,
    We may emblazon with iridescent words of humanity,
    Or dampen the divine pages with the ink of cruelty,
    Each page shall vocalise one day in front of the Almighty.

    Some pages hold the fresh cologne of sacrifice and love,
    Pages of blessing earned will appear whiter than a dove,
    Some bear the putrid smell of our pains and tears,
    Some burnt by the flames of our trauma and fears.

    Each page hold the names of people with whom we deal,
    In an invisible ink, on the last eve, it shall unveil,
    Few pages hold the moments of our defeats and victories,
    Whilst others bear the minute details of underlying histories.

    The most important fact about this book that we happen to ignore,
    The ink continually loses its trace on the backside of the page,
    Whatever we write on the face of it, be it pious deeds or actions impure,
    The trace of karma doesn't get deleted until gets calmed it's rage.

    Our book, we'd be presenting in front of the supreme,
    On the day of judgement, each account shall get audited and settled,
    Each and every act of ours shall appear crystal clear to him,
    Penalized will be the sinner, soothed will be the wounded souls who honestly battled.

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86*


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  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 18w


    The vibrant red velour, that had you cloistered within
    With the picture of Dory, the fish, I couldn't resist your mien,
    I remember, a little more you costed than daddy's budget,
    Mismatched with other pillows and mom's closet.

    With a teary face, outside the shop I silently stood,
    As I knew what my smiles couldn’t, tears would,
    Dad entered the shop again after the billing happened,
    Just for that single pillow shutters were withdrawn, counter got opened.

    You were the last gift,souvenir of the dwellers of paradise,
    I feel strong when I rest my head as if my father's arms have enwrapped,
    I sense the warmth of my mother's lap when I shut my yearning eyes,
    It feels that their souls never left, within you they still lie trapped.

    I narrate about how inhumanly they treat an unwanted orphan,
    Whilst suppressing my squeaky cries against your cushion,
    My scars when camouflage with the hues of your coverlet, visible to none,
    They carry away, present in the feet of the owner of heaven.

    All my dreams and desires that without them, incomplete & unfulfilled,
    Lie entangled within the threads of your fabric, safely concealed,
    The pearl of my tears before getting lost in the maze of your threads,
    In front of the lord, to heal my wounds , they must be bowing their heads.

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86*


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  • sonalipoeticstyle 19w

    A tiger's plea

    I Stan the sky
    Draped in curtain of
    Glittering stars with eye !

    Sometimes my eyes catch a
    Glint of light
    That seems toooooo bright !!

    The dizzling sky
    & the flickering stars
    I find myself locked behind the bars !!!

    Callousness of people
    Is very lucid and clear
    I'm not fearless, I've to conceal my fears !!!!

    I question ❓ my presence
    Am I here only to become
    Candy of everyone's eye ?

  • thehopeofdaugh 20w

    They are not human but better than human.

    I love animals more than humans because animals never knew they were living with humans.
    they'll never get bored of you,
    never get irritate of you.
    and always be with you.

  • reshma_kausar_mohideen 20w


    An evening sitting alongside my balcony,
    Leaning on my backrest, sipping my hot tea,
    My eyes got caught by a scene of violence,
    The sinners were young, tender was their innocence.

    A puppy was being bullied, as he struggled walking,
    His hind foot was hurt, on the side of the road he was resting,
    Neither did he bark nor scared anyone, silently enduring the pain he lied,
    None bothered to call the vet, none thought of his wound to be tied.

    Then what was that thing that provoked the little children,
    To kick him and pull his tail, to aim stones at the orphan,
    A few minutes later the mother arrived out if nowhere,
    Barked at them, cuddled with her baby and vanished from there.

    I wondered what would have puppy told her mother,
    “Mamma, it's hurting so bad, do not leave me alone ever,”
    “They kicked on my belly and pulled my tail, shouted together into my ear,”
    “Blew off the dust in my eyes, I still shiver out of acute fear.”

    “Why don't we have a house? Why don't we get food when hungry?”
    “Why do we have to sleep thirsty? Why does none punishes the bully?”
    “Why can't we live in peace? We are we being ran over ruthlessly?”
    “Why don’t they understand that even we can feel the pain? Why do we have to bear silently?”

    Whilst licking the bleeding wound, mamma dog comforted her baby,
    Helplessly crying at his questions, she sang an answering lullaby,
    “Humans are they but humanity has bled through their hearts it seems,”
    “Cross-fated are we to be born into such heartless realms.”

    “Don't you worry my child, I will complain to the almighty,”
    “Only he can bring justice to us, the idol of unconditional love and mercy,”
    “Let me cuddle and kiss your forehead until you fall asleep,”
    “and cry out loud to Lord, making a hole in the heavens, dark and deep.”

    *Reshma kausar Mohideen.*

    *Insta Handle: sword_of_word_86*


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  • in_fragments 20w

    To the smug and self-satisfied adult I once thought I had to be:
    They're just stuffed animals ��‍♀️ There's no reason to get bothered when you see adults happily owning them! If you need to have- or not have- something just to "feel" like a "real adult", then you aren't a real adult yet. Even if you're 65. So no matter how old you are, no matter how long it's been, it's never too late to grow up and buy a plushie!! ����
    #pod #poem #cat #lamb #animals #thoughts #therapy #trauma #childhood #mentalhealth #mentalillness #selfcare #recovery @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    Ode to Stuffed Animals

    An ode to a childhood friend;
    stuffed kitty, pearly white and fluffy,
    with hazel beads for irises
    and a pink nose that fell off long ago-
    on account of decades in my arms
    and decades spinning around
    inside the washing machine,
    removing my tears and drool
    and snot and vomit
    from the surface of his fur-
    unlike a fickle and combative human,
    who will push every struggle under the rug,
    he never seemed to mind at all.
    He was my knight, protecting me
    from anything, carrying me
    through everything, pushing
    to keep me safe and warm every night.
    I lost him once when I was young,
    in an experience I don't remember-
    but when I found him soon after
    in my mother's trunk, in a box
    to be donated and sent away into time,
    I took him back as I recalled who he was,
    I never wanted to lose him again.
    So he's stayed with me since;
    through class graduations, years
    of therapy, hospitalizations,
    and months-long rehab stints;
    through moments of mourning
    and quiet contentment,
    through times of trauma and dissociation,
    abuse and excitement and euphoria,
    explosive anger and fiery sadness,
    dysfunction and love- the greatest man
    to go with me through it all
    was a simple kitty, made of stuffing-
    my beacon of sanity through the good,
    the bad, and the growing up.

    He was worn down and tired
    by the time I was older; fur matted,
    body stretched and flattened,
    stuffing leaking out of holes
    in his back like puncture wounds.
    I tried to keep him in my arms at night,
    but it would never be the same again.
    He was weary and could no longer provide
    the same comfort he brought
    when I was small, and I
    could never recapture what I once had,
    the childhood that time forgot-
    the one I missed out on
    before I even noticed it was over.

    There's a crack in my head, bore early on,
    and all attempts to revive what once was
    are futile. I feel as stuck
    as this empty, old cat; frozen in time,
    rotting inside of myself as well.
    The morning always keeps on moving,
    with us or without us,
    no matter how hard we struggle
    to slow it down.
    Why are we born just to decay,
    and to witness the deaths
    of everything we ever cherished?

    It's getting harder to survive, but I try
    by retiring my old knight and
    finding a new one- a pretty pink lamb,
    bringing back sweetness and solace
    for the inner child
    that still needs it, as childhood
    lingers in places we forgot existed,
    and it holds ancient wisdom
    that adults will never listen to.
    My old kitty watches from
    the shelf now; he's seen so much of me,
    witnessed so many mysterious things
    that I could never throw him out completely.
    As a little girl I was embarrassed
    of my attachments to stuffed animals-
    but now, as a grown woman,
    I am allowed to keep as many
    as I want, as many as it takes
    to keep me cozy and secure-
    as many as it takes
    to alleviate the agony of being alive
    and getting older.
    It is not childish to want these things.

    It is not childish to want to feel childish;
    it is, in fact, the first mark
    of healing, a crucial step
    on the rocky journey back to yourself;
    for allowing all the parts inside you
    to release, breathe, and no longer be
    condemned to their old, aching grief-
    opens up the secret portals
    to myriad lost memories...

  • top10vid 21w


    Do you know that the animals are also a part of this environment?