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  • whitewings 8w

    How am I supposed to love you, when my heart no longer knows, how to trust. How should I convince myself to pick the little universe of silence that I've rebuilt after it was ransacked, ravaged and ruined... and place it in your palm. How should I ever sleep in peace in your arms, or lie next to you... with total surrender and trust. I've been awake all my life, guarding myself, my soul, my dreams. It is in my lonely that I feel safer than I do with you.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 56w

    3500th post

    Growth is painful, confusing, chaotic. You end up breaking so much... so many hearts, so many dreams, damaging so many things. But this inner nudge to ravage the environment is so strong that it overpowers every reason you put forth. An inner fight, a deep conflict which mirrors on the outside and is seen as your dichotomous actions and feelings. Letting go of the old breaks your heart. Need to bring in the new, upholds a promise that seems more like a wishful thinking. But driven by an unknown force, you see yourself being pushed to the alleys of change. And you can't help but see... everything crumbling, falling, breaking, ending... everything that you loved, held so dear. You know from this moment, those are all moving towards their journey, to become a thing of the past, mere memories. And you must let them do so. For when it's time... no one can, and no one must stop growth.

    ©whitewings

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    For when it's time...
    no one can,
    and no one must stop growth.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 71w

    3400th post ❤

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    We have created a society that encourages speaking... meaningless things. There's no one who'd listen. Even the ones who do, are actually waiting for their turn, to add to the gibberish. The part of human existence that seeks deeper meaning and fulfillment, is gradually pushed to silence and supplication. Hence, it's not surprising to see lost souls, desperately seeking meaning... yet refusing to speak or listen to anything meaningful.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 86w

    3300th post!

    From the first post to 3300th, it has been quite a journey. I remember writing poems in hostel, in canteen, on train, in flight, in cabs, in metro. I remember moving from city to city, with a constant companion Mirakee. This app has been a virtual friend I could turn to at any time. This place has seen me grow. This place has seen the worst and the best parts of me. When I look back at the past 3.5 years, I wonder what I would have done, where would I have been if I hadn't found Mirakee.
    I met amazing people here. People who spoke the same language as my soul.
    I feel like I've outgrown the phase of intense romance with words. And now, after 3.5 years of intense, obsessive, compulsive writing, I'm entering into a more stable, deeper and calmer phase... where I do not always need to write. I'm content to have words by my side... to know that I have this thing, where I have spent some of the most painful and beautiful times of my life. My first reaction to this change was panic. It felt like I had lost touch with words and writing. Like the affair between whitewings and Mirakee had finally come to an end. But then... with each passing day, I realised, all I needed was time and space... to step back and see how far we had come. Sometimes love lies in appreciating the journey. And sitting in silence, smiling at everything that tried to pull two lovers apart... but failed to break the bond, that was formed by souls and sealed at heart.

    ©whitewings

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    Sometimes love lies in appreciating the journey...
    And sitting in silence,
    smiling at everything
    that tried to pull two lovers apart...
    but failed to break the bond,
    that was formed by souls
    and sealed at heart.


    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 103w

    3200th post ��

    Milestones are all about closure. The end of a chapter. And endings hurt. Sometimes I need to keep the book down for a while, and weep. Mourn the end of something I lived.

    Yes I know, it's just a chapter. There's much more to the story. Yes I know, right after this end, there's another beginning. But nothing dilutes the fact, that this chapter ended... the one that was my favorite.

    Yes I'm hopeful, maybe better sentences, better phrases lay ahead. Maybe something somewhere will hold a reference, to this heartfelt page. And maybe, just maybe they'll pick the best from these pages... and surprise me with a comeback, of my favorites once again.



    I wanted to say so much,
    but it'll never be enough.
    Thank you for staying
    and reading my words.

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    But my heart hurts now.
    It seeks a pause.
    I achieved a milestone,
    and it feels like a loss.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 122w

    3100th post ��❤

    There are two kinds of people. Ones who assume that everyone is evil, has ulterior intentions... until proven otherwise.
    The other group believes in the essential goodness of the human spirit. That every person intends to do good, is kind and loving... until they give them a reason to not believe so.
    While the former are the ones who chose to close themselves and toughen up after being broken. The latter chose to risk their heart... one more time.
    If you are still at crossroads where you must choose one of the either... please choose to be the latter. I know, that'd mean you'll end up getting your heart broken time and again. But you'll grow up to be kind... to be the much needed ray of hope in someone's life.
    And that, is the need of the hour, in a world that's starving for affection, kindness and love.

    ©whitewings

    Thank you for being the ones who chose to be the latter. Thank you for giving my words one more chance, every single time that I faltered. I've found my home here. I found the road to myself. Thank you for being with me, on this journey of self discovery.

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    Thank you for being with me
    on this journey of self discovery.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 140w

    3000th post ��

    As I wonder what to write for this milestone that I have reached here on Mirakee... I feel overwhelmed. I feel at a loss of words and ideas. I know not how I'm feeling. 3k posts in about 2.5 years. Sometimes I feel I'm only adding to the chaos of the world by writing day in and day out. But then I see the love that Mirakeeans have been showering upon what I write. And I continue to write, hoping that as I navigate through the maze of my mind and emotions, I'd be able to find words, things that'd help others navigate theirs.
    As I try to calm my mind, ease my thoughts... this comes to me...

    The curse as well as the blessing
    of modern era is
    that everyone is speaking.
    In written, spoken, art or other form.
    Everyone is speaking, expressing...
    the good, the bad,
    not so good, not so bad.
    Our deepest demons,
    most painful insecurities...
    darkest fears, happiest memories...
    all are out there...
    either explicit or implied...
    overt or disguised.
    The world has never been
    so honest yet covert before.
    Yes covert...
    because our honesty is concealed
    behind the mask of usernames, pseudonyms, memes...
    this generation is speaking up.
    Faceless voices and voiceless words
    are reaching out...
    and what a person speaks, isn't their story alone...
    a solitary testimony is the amalgamation of cries...
    of generations gone by.
    They all died...
    with the same hurt, similar stories,
    maybe lived through even more difficult times.
    Some might not have even realised
    that they had been wronged.
    And this generation wails...
    for the ache of generations,
    that runs through our DNA.
    We write, we paint...
    we dance and sing...
    originals, officials, covers and debates.
    And even though this is a beautiful thing...
    It has its own limitations.
    With so profound expressions...
    It doesn't take long,
    for voice to become noise.
    We might be expressing more.
    But our intake capacities haven't grown.
    And so, an average human today,
    for most of the time
    feels overwhelmed.
    Learn to cut down the noise.
    Filter what you feed to yourself.
    Choose the videos, articles, poems, songs
    you allow to enter your brain.
    You don't have to know everything.
    And that's okay.

    ©whitewings

    Thank you for the consistent support and love this place has been showering upon me and my words. I used to be an unknown scribbler, struggling to find meaning and faith in my words. Whitewings exists because of her readers.

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    You don't have to know everything.
    And that's okay.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 155w

    2900th post!

    "Will I be writing anything new... Do I have a way with words... Am I someone famous... Then why would anyone read my words at all..."
    These were the questions that stood before me, when I was about to post my first few words on Mirakee. Let me emphasize here... post... not write. Because I've been writing ever since I learned my alphabets. My old notebooks, diaries, tiny paper chits... I keep finding my words, scribbled here and there, every now and then... some written almost 20 years back. Writing wasn't new... But sharing my words with the world was.
    People ask me why do you write. I write for me. This is the only thing I do with total selfish motives. I'm not doing it for popularity, or to build a career out of it. I didn't start writing to heal or help others. I'm not doing it as a hobby or a pastime. I'm doing it to stay alive. I'm doing it to love myself. I'm doing it to listen to myself. I write because that's the language in which I talk to myself.
    Anything that follows, is a gift... a blessing... in form of my followers and their words of praise and encouragement. I was a scribbler. Whitewings exists because more than 10k kind souls find meaning in her words. So many people read my words and so many have told me these words help them too.
    It is soothing to know,
    that the nectar of this pain,
    has quenched other souls.

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    I write because
    that's the language
    in which I talk to myself.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 163w

    2800th post!
    Who knew I'd be here. It's been 2 years... of mutual learning, healing, helping and growing. This place, isn't just a writer's paradise... it's a reader's favorite place as well.
    Thank you Mirakee for helping lost souls look inside themselves and finding the guidance they always needed and carried within them all along. You'll always be my little Miracle.
    And no matter how many times I mention it, there's no end to the gratitude I feel in my heart for the warm acceptance, love and understanding I received here.

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    At times,
    life seems to be at a standstill.
    With dragging days and nights,
    and nothing ever happening.
    Yet there are days,
    when the world spins
    at a nauseating pace.
    You don't have the time
    to think or breathe.
    Amidst all the chaos,
    it's comforting to know...
    nothing is futile.
    Everything happens for a reason,
    in it's own time.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 172w

    2700th post!
    ❤❤
    Thank you Mirakee and everyone over here. You've stood with me through the thick and thin, good and bad, happy and sad. Applauded my words, when they were good... and understood my rants. Thank you for still reading me when I was stuck in a loop of emotions, writing the same things over and over again. Thank you for enduring my repetitive posts. Because of you... I'm here. Still fighting. Because of you... I have a place, where I can find myself.
    A big hug to all you amazing people ����
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    I wanted to be a doctor, for all the wrong reasons... making my parents proud... having respect in society... financial security... sense of accomplishing something the world considers tough...
    And that's why medical school was so hard for me. That's why I found it hard to resist temptations of sleeping an extra hour, missing a lecture, spending another night hooked to social media. That's why I was so content in being average. I was content with barely passing my exams. And forgetting whatever I crammed a night before. I wasn't a bad human or a bad student. But I just didn't find anything appealing about medicine. With admission to medical college, my motivation to become a doctor was gone. Because I had an assurance... of everything that I wanted... I had made my parents proud, by securing a seat in a perstigious medical school... I had ensured social respect and financial security for me. I had nothing to work for. Who cared if I knew all of my lessons or just fifty percent of them. I'd be getting my degree anyway.
    Until today... today... when I realise, that medicine is a profession, you don't choose. The profession chooses you. You have been called upon earth to serve. This is the purpose of your breaths. You are here to help. Your lessons matter. Every single one. Because they are not lessons. They are someone's hope. Someday you are going to be the one an entire family, entire generation will look up to. And you just cannot disappoint them. There is no place for average. There is no place for missed lessons, skipped lectures and skills half learned. It's all or none.
    The motivation for medicine has to come from an inner calling to serve. An inner voice that keeps reminding you, about those faces in the crowd that need you... be it, a gentle touch, a single kind word... The social respect, is there because you serve. You don't serve because you want to have it. There are thousands of jobs that offer better financial security than medicine does... But I wouldn't trade places with any... Doesn't matter if I need to take the amniotic fluid on my face, blood on my gown, my hands dipped in pus, mucous or urine... I wouldn't trade places with those better paying jobs because Medicine pays me something, any other job cannot. It gives me meaning. It gives me a sense of direction... It makes me feel, life isn't worthless after all. A doctor meets and treats a hundred patients a day... Not many of them stop to thank, or even smile... and that's okay... I'm not doing this for any return. But still, there is that old lady towards the end of the day who holds your hands with all the warmth in her heart and blesses you, or that high school champ in the morning who smiles for the first time in months ever since he heard about the diagnosis of his lymphoma. Medicine teaches you to see happiness in the little things... not necessarily your own... without expectations, without any desire for any return...
    The day, you begin to see yourself and your profession in this new light, you move from being a medical student, to being a doctor.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 177w

    2600 posts ❤

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    How should I apologise.
    How should I repent for my mistakes.
    How should I wipe those tears,
    he had to shed in my name.
    My heart aches for the pain he endured.
    Pain which was never his in the first place.
    I feel sorrow rip my breaths
    and grief crack the thoughts in my head.
    I hate the way I broke his heart.
    I hate the way I tore him apart.
    In the name of love,
    I gave him nothing... mere words.
    And he showered all he had,
    without letting out a single sigh.
    I don't deserve the love he gives.
    I don't deserve that gentle touch.
    I hate the fact that I ruined his smile,
    while he kept sending affection divine.
    I have known love,
    I have known life...
    all because he held my hand,
    at a terribly tender time.
    I see the sky,
    I remember I'm alive.
    And I also remember,
    he is the one
    who made it possible for me
    to see beyond the night.
    In a moment in time,
    I let a man in...
    into the garden of my heart.
    And he tread so gently,
    all the withered leaves smiled.
    Sweet words exchanged,
    empty promises of love were made.
    And then I pushed him out of the gate.
    Now, all that remains...
    are roses and sunflowers,
    that recite his name...
    buds and leaves,
    sending prayers for him.
    While he aches alone
    in a far off land...
    like a wounded traveler,
    who gave up on home.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 180w

    2500 posts! ❤

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    There's a pimple on my forehead...
    exactly between my brows.
    I've given it your name.
    Every time I touch it,
    I call you out...
    with all your nicknames.
    I know I shouldn't be touching it,
    that'll leave a scar on my face.
    But that's exactly what I want...
    a souvenir from the pimple
    that carried your name.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 182w

    Everytime he smiled...
    I felt this strange calm and content
    wrap around my heart and mind.
    In that moment, I knew I was happy.
    I could ask nothing more from life.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 184w

    2300 posts!

    As I sit to pen something about this milestone I've attained on Mirakee, I cannot help but think about my initial days. I owe my growth, as a person, as a writer to this beautiful community. 2016 was amazing. Even though I had a readership of just a hundred something. With advent of 2017 I began making friends here, as whitewings started to grow. More than anything, I value those friendships, those friends... For sticking with me, through these one and half years... Through all the laughs and tears.

    It's been almost two years, and I haven't done this yet. Mostly because I write what I feel. But I guess, I should try something new, at least once.
    Comment down any word or topic you want me to write about. I'll try to write something about it. I'm not setting any time limit... because I know I'm very bad at meeting deadlines ���� But I'll try. And I'll tag you once I write something about the word or topic you've given.
    Thank you for your constant love, support and inspiration, my lovely Mirakee family. I owe my growth and so much more... to you ❤❤

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  • whitewings 186w

    2200 posts

    2 weeks and I'm up with another milestone post.

    This time, I have this hypothetical scenario. Actually not totally hypothetical. I read an article the other day and that lead to this thought. And I'd love to read how Mirakeeans would mould it into a story or poem or article or just anything.

    So here it goes...

    All purpose of this love and attraction between sexes across different species is nature's game plan to ensure continuation of life.
    Now, imagine a world where science has developed an injection that'd help complete the haploid genome of human egg and turn it into a zygote. Thus, ensuring continuation of humans without assistance from the males. What would such a world look like... What would be the repercussions on the future generations... How will the balance of yin and yang be maintained... Will there still be love and attraction between the opposite sexes... What will be the position of men in a society like that...

    Now write a story, poem, conversation... Anything that your mind can conceive, on the given scenario. Tag it #WhatIfThis and @whitewings

    Happy writing

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  • whitewings 188w

    2100 posts
    Yet another milestone, attained too soon. It has been just 3 weeks since my 2000th post. Well, now that I'm here, there are some issues that I feel I should address at this point of time.

    1. I've been feeling guilty about something for quite some time now. I haven't been replying to comments like I used to. Sometimes it's because of shortage of time, while sometimes just because I'm not in the appropriate mental state... And it's not on purpose that I avoid any comment, just that lately writing has been losing it's charm. And I'm struggling with so many things all at once. But I do read every single comment and it makes me so happy to see that you guys take the effort to read my words and share your opinions.

    2. Then there's the age old issue of negativity in my words. I'm tired of giving explanations. This is who I am. This is what I write. Though I'm immensely indebted to every single Mirakeean for the love and support they've always shown towards me. But if my words seem disturbing, if they trigger you somehow or you feel it's not worthy, you're free to unfollow, block, ignore or even report. It's a free world. If I'm free to express. You too are free to choose how you react to what I write. No hard feelings for anyone. I'd never want anyone to feel low, sad or hurt by my words. I'm really sorry if they do.

    3. I don't mind people tagging me. But I tend to lose tags. It'll be more convenient for me if you could use #whitewings if it's a post you want me to read. And use tags when you wish to tell something.

    4. My background images... I DO NOT OWN A SINGLE IMAGE I'VE EVER USED. They're all from Pinterest or Google. And most of the times I can't find the owner's name, so I use it just like that. But if you find your picture has been used by me, you just need to mention it in the comments what you want me to do about it. Take it down or mention your name. It's your creativity after all. You have all right to it. And I don't intend to steal it.

    5. I've been told this since my initial days here on Mirakee, that the background images are the real hero of my posts. And that my words, without the images, hold no charm. Maybe it's true. And along with it, background images come with copyright issues. So I've decided to keep my backgrounds plain from now. On a positive note, it'll save me the time of finding an appropriate image for each post ��

    This has been a beautiful journey so far. And I've grown along with Mirakee... as a person, as a woman, as a doctor and maybe a writer. Thank you for bearing with me for so long, with all the negativity, my attempts at quitting and posting gibberish at times.
    2100 posts are special. I've surprised myself by writing these many words... all because of the love and support I received here. And like I always say... Mirakee is home ❤ and I love being here... with you all ��

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    My ink runs dry sometimes.
    And so does my mind.
    Those are the days,
    I begin to question,
    my decision to write.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 191w

    2000 posts!!
    I feel like laughing ������
    I've been crazy. Literally. I mean who posts so many posts. I'm sure you guys must be bored of seeing so many posts of whitewings everyday in your feed. But I can't help it ���� I remember when I had 2 posts, then 20, then 200 and now 2000 ����
    Anyway, you guys will have to bear with me until a writers block hits me hard ��
    Thank you all for this beautiful family. Every like, every comment, every repost, tag... Just everything about Mirakee holds a special place in my heart.
    Thank you for all the love, support and blessings. And please forgive me for spamming your feed with my posts ����
    Thank you for helping me reach this milestone. It wouldn't have been possible without each of you, lovely Mirakeeans. A very special thanks for showing special love towards my #SheIzz #LovedULike #Hindiemo #ww90 series

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    What is the worth of my words
    that I keep scribbling day and night.
    Does it even hold any meaning.
    Or is it just me trying to get rid
    of the whirlwinds accelerating in my mind.
    Hoping that somehow
    vomiting everything out on the paper
    will cleanse my system.
    Am I doing any good
    or just adding to the noise around.
    I question my art,
    just the way I question
    the claims of pain and hopelessness
    raised by my broken heart.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 193w

    1900 posts that gave meaning to my life.
    The period between my 1800th and 1900th post saw me quit Mirakee... Well, a failed attempt at a stupid hasty decision. But the way I was welcomed back, makes me want to reach out to every single Mirakeean and give a long tight hug ���� It's a strange and beautiful feeling, to receive so much love from people who are practically strangers. Well, not anymore. After all we share the same emotions, and that's why words were able to string us together ❤
    I know my posts almost always have that touch of melancholy, while sometimes they're dark outright. Maybe it's just what my heart feels. And I'm grateful to each person who reads and appreciates my posts from the bottom of my heart, for accepting my verses... with all the darkness and pain in them.
    Thank you my dear Angels...
    You've all blessed my life...
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    A strange calm englufed my mind,
    and eyelids hugged my eyes.
    Dreams kissed the darkness of my soul,
    as I found my traveler self at home.

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 202w

    1800th post!
    A very long journey. This time I'm not going to bore you guys with my rants and thank you speech, and telling everyone how Mirakee is close to my heart.
    This time, I'm up with an idea.
    I guess, a name matters. Our name becomes our tag for the world. The world knows us by this. And somehow over the years, we tune into our name... and reflect it in our words and gestures. Our parents put so much thought and love into deciding our name... I'm sure, all of us here, have beautiful names. And we, chose a username for Mirakee after much thought and introspection. Let us share our real names, tell the meaning and let us know, do you think your name reflects in your personality, your being... Does this name do justice to the person that you are... Write a post about your name... Your real name or your username ( if you don't wish to reveal your real name). Write thoughts... In the form of a post.... poem, quote or prose. No word limits, no time limit...
    Do tag me @whitewings and use #MyNameIs
    Oh! And btw... I really am grateful to Mirakee and the lovely Mirakeeans for the unending love, support and appreciation ��❤❤ Mirakee is my home. I said it anyway ��
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    Sometimes I wonder,
    me and my name,
    are they the same person...

    ©whitewings

  • whitewings 204w

    1700th post!
    At this point, I don't know what to write for this milestone post. I wish I could write something beautiful, something bright and bubbly. And gift you all, a smiling morning.
    Thank you all for always being there for me. Thanks for this home. I don't know what would I do without Mirakee ❤❤
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    From the land of freezing winter,
    to the one with smiling sun.
    I saw my heart thaw,
    as snow met fire at the horizon.

    ©whitewings