1101 posts
  • kushagra_2345 1w

    Having somany feelings for one person can kill you daily #pod #writers #rain #mirakee #2021 #sadtales #sad #abstract #storyofmylife #broken

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    जिनके दिलों में आंग है वोह घर से ना निकले,

    सुना है बोहोत ज़ोर की बारिश होने वाली है .


  • _teal_ 3w


    I hated another woman,
    I broke my moral code
    But isn't hate a result
    Of betrayal and hurt?
    So hate or no hate?


  • lucy08 3w

    **This piece is close to my heart.
    It's dedicated to my Granny, whom I lost during my college days. Her gold ring she gifted me on my board-results day, my most prized possession it will always stay!!**

    Grandma's Ring

    I watch as it reflects
    gleams of golden pride,
    from across your wrinkled eyes
    as you stare from paradise
    & notice me doing just fine.

    @writersnetwork @miraquill @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite #abstract #pride #gold_ring #ceesreposts #gogyohka #wod

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    Grandma's Ring

    I watch as it reflects
    gleams of golden pride,
    from across your wrinkled eyes
    as you stare from paradise
    & notice me doing just fine.

  • nemesis_here 3w


    I'm standing in this
    Stygian maze again, forlorn,
    tenebrious at its peak
    Cerebrating of ways to breakout,
    Taciturnly, without anyone noticing.


  • nemesis_here 3w


    I've seen this before
    Saw this coming ab ovo
    Though enigmatic
    It heightens my intuitive power
    This eerie feeling of déjà-vu.


  • nemesis_here 3w

    A Juncture

    What is it like to
    be in a place
    where your Alchemy has concluded
    Your Chemistry will soon commence?


  • lee_min_saho_ 4w

    Your soul is the color of your thoughts.

    Black and white creates emotions that colors never can.

    #abstract #loveyourself

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    We come in many different shapes and sizes, and we need to support each other and our differences. Our beauty is in our differences.


  • grey_skies 4w

    If you can find out the context then, you have great understanding of human mind.

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    As I look up I see the perfect beauty of Nature, unchanged since antiquity.

    Then I look at the reflection—the fast-paced changes; they couldn't touch my soul as the tender hands of Her did.

  • anonymously_onymous 6w

    মেঘে ঢাকা তারা

    করে কাতর রাতের চাদর,
    আশা নিয়ে ভোরের আদর।
    ভোরের আলোর মিষ্টি হাসি,
    না বললেও চায় সে রোজ।

    পথ হারানো পাখি ও গো!
    সে কি পাবে নবনীড়?
    আপন করে বাতাস বিদেশি,
    পাতার গায়ে ঠান্ডা শিশির।

    আজ এক ইপসার হয়...
    হলো সে হৃদয়হারা।
    লুকিয়ে রাখা নজরবন্দি ভাষা,
    যেনো নবীন রূপে পায়ে ছাড়া।


  • kruelt 7w

    Words... Meh!!

    A hunted search, for the love you crave
    Like the lost bird out of the cage
    No way she flies,
    The sky's too big,
    Where to find the food,
    The cage's a merry kill
    Looking over the shoulder to see the next,
    The next one out among the trees
    The roses, the mangos, the bananas, the streams
    Of grass by the foot, by the morning dew,
    You feel the cold,
    Dripping down the leaves
    Like heaven and hell is all too close
    The bifurcation is in the beliefs
    Some thought
    We one,
    Some divided all in three
    Some had more than that
    Like a language to gauge your beliefs
    The stories you know
    About the world
    The creation
    Or even your creed
    The brotherhood?
    Or called a coven of fairies
    The godly struggles
    Or the depth of human agony,
    The paralysis by choice,
    Or the hate for one's fate,
    The destined doom,
    Or a beloved mate,
    You could go one with how you teach,
    How you spread the word of your belief
    If you can't relate to how someone feels
    Keep your mouth shut,
    Cause you don't know what you feel,
    It's only about you,
    To you,
    You alone
    To others,
    You might just be
    A humble, honest and wretched thing they call a...
    Meh, let your imagination run wild,
    The time is never right
    The rain's been falling
    Soon it will be the winter rhymes

  • supasesh 9w

    No structure? pt 3

    Lungs filled with love
    I just gotta figure out how to get it out
    Love spilled not my intention
    But anything to get some attention
    Everybody look at me...fuck up
    Nobody ever looked like me, pressed up
    Never know when it could be your last day, dress up

    Flying to space to find my place pack u up in my bag just in case, if we leave home well leave notes with directions to hope, address not found, do whatever it takes to cope
    Back light dims and were left with a moment,
    Closed curtains but the acting still ensues

  • 3_am__ 12w


    The definition of insanity is:
    Doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results.
    They say history repeats itself,
    Or rhymes.
    Nevertheless, an echo of the same behavior we have always practiced, as human beings.
    In societies, throughout millennia,
    We do the same history, over and over,
    Expecting different results.
    So, perhaps, we can presume that
    Humanity, collectively, is insane.
    I believe the default insanity is
    The veil in which we must conquer.
    It is a veil of collective thought,
    Often weaponized or utilized by 
    Higher ups.
    Or even the local con man.
    To break the veil,
    To see the world for what it really is,
    To erode away your nature versus nurture,
    To eliminate the cognitive dissonance
    Of reality that was instilled in you
    Since you were a child,
    Is the goal.
    Ought to be the goal.
    Though, once you breach through
    The surface from the drowning waters
    Of insanity, you achieve air -
    The new enlightenment of self
    And thought.
    Because you are no longer fogged
    By that which is not true: the veil.
    However, this comes with a price.
    You will, without warrant,
    Absorb higher truth and higher meaning.
    You will feel the weight and burden of truth.
    To know so much and not be able to do anything about it.
    Upon being caught up in this new realm,
    Making hearth and settling in,
    The rest of the crowd,
    The rest with the veil still blindfolding them beyond abuse,
    Will call you insane.
    And that alone, that dynamic,
    Solidifies the concept itself.
    You will begin to see the world
    Function as it has, as it does, and as it will.
    And it is maddening.
    But, being mad and being insane are two different things.
    One keeps you in a perpetuating cycle of pseudo thought - subpar, superficial consciousness.
    The other....
    Will make you question what is real and what isn't. But, you will find knowledge from so many creative, abstract, and misunderstood angles.
    The choice is yours.
    Comfort - or - consciousness?


  • eternalpoetmona 12w

    Through the murky lanes to the aura of Ambrosia
    Metaphors entombed, beguiling voices.
    In the midst of sinister, a silhouette I stand
    Carmines dead, a chandelier of reminiscence

    Such deep metanoia envelopes in here
    I a Flaneur, lost in the wabisabi
    Adoring my own imperfections
    Myriad of emotions, sublimes in the oblivion

    Scars brushed with meraki
    Neon is not what I seek
    I'm lost in semper, the zenith of yugen
    Such placid, such serene, I ought to ne'er escape

    Yet an 'au revoir'
    In hiraeth to pave back
    To the fragrance of abode
    The symphony of coercing voices
    Echoing in my ears

    I wish to come back soon
    Maybe yet someday
    Or maybe ne'er again
    For the clock stopped striking
    I'd pause and breathe.
    And I wish
    For 'forever'

  • blackdot 13w

    An abstract write up
    Trying something new ,
    Please give feedback if any would love to hear that
    #abstract #wod #falsec @writersnetwork

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    Castle of sins

    As I walk through
    these grand resplendent halls
    I just can’t shake the trepidation
    under my skin that crawls
    The splendour is covered
    by a haze of something so obscure
    I can’t help but tremble
    since I walked on these glossy floor
    Blind to all the sinners and
    all the horrifying lore
    And all the wretched souls
    that walk into these beguiling doors
    Waiting ,contemplating
    what my desolate future
    has in store....

  • smitanand 13w

    I Plucked the Moon...

    I plucked the moon
    like a tangerine,
    from ambiguity
    of brooding autumn nights,
    layered in mists, petrichor
    and humus sighs,
    it was like a crystal ball wreathed
    in shadows,
    wearing handprints of comets
    dying in anonymity,
    sepia as
    laughter of wizened yestereen.

    sparkled with stolen light
    from the sun,
    grumbled about lonely nights
    and chattering stars,
    was warm like freshly baked croissant
    within my pocket
    where it slept and snored,
    its breath scented in hursingars.

    laughed aloud at television sitcoms
    peeked out of car windows,
    intrigued yet jaded
    - like time,
    laughter sounding like chiming bells
    echoing from a temple,
    sang me a lullaby
    silver and soothing,
    only to escape while I slept...

  • prekshita_tanwar 13w

    Illusory Truths

    Perceptions, intricately incorporated,
    Visions, the vast themes enfold;
    The architecture of thought, elevated—
    Oh! The cerebral complexities which manifold.

    Illusory truths, joyfully imaginative,
    Beyond perceptual truth;
    Lost in vastness, speculative—
    A sensitive capability, for years filled with youth.

    A world of strategic architect,
    Eclectic Logician, Pragmatist;
    The Intuitive, flawless yet imperfect—
    Perceptually truthful, socially individualist.

    Thoughts, such beautiful they are,
    With strange magnetism, unknown;
    Oh! How impactful they are—
    With delightfully elegant tone.

  • prathameshmalaikar 13w

    I'm not ready to

    Leave my shore as yet
    But the ocean seems so blue
    Just like that in my dreams
    Inviting me to dive in
    Leaving behind the comfort of my shore
    The waves are often throwing a challenge
    To measure the depth of the ocean
    The world seems beautiful from the shore
    But what lies beneath is a mystery
    Waiting to be unfolded
    Only when I'm ready
    To leave my shore

  • devilfish 14w

    First Pillar

    Something crept inside inside itelf
    The weak veins of the interior
    When one lacks control
    It's reflected by the exterior
    In the mirror where If you stare into it
    Where it's eerily familiar
    Until every interaction
    Cross pollinated with toxic seeds of trauma
    To birth from the void after every trauma
    A solid sane
    Person starts to wane
    Even plane of a land leveled by trauma
    Thinking of mama
    Where even could be met with her
    If she wasn't taken


    Our first pillar of strength is ourselves
    Our skin that demands light like leaves
    But frails and wilts in the sun

  • prathameshmalaikar 14w

    Are we alone?

    Despite being a part of the crowd, there isn't a single soul who recognises us from within. We are as good as our utility. If I'm of some use to you only then I build some kind of relationship with you. My just being isn't of any worth. Are human relations just an extension of materialism? Is our purpose of existence limited to our resourcefulness? Aren't we allowed to explore and have ownership of our actions and subsequently the byproducts? Do we truly live in a society? Or are we alone?

  • devilfish 15w

    Learning To Love

    Trying like a newborn baby to supply
    To take to learn to go and get it
    I'm not ashamed of my own face
    I'm ashamed of what it becomes if I poison myself with shame blame
    And a name that is not kind
    I had to learn the hard way
    And I won't complain but time haunts it's empty space
    And if you don't value your worth
    It will snatch away your name
    And your face
    You think it hurts, until you can't scream
    You can't embrace love with a tongue
    Locked in it's place
    Dramatic as they dawn like red curtains
    At the end of a number
    Except instead of everyone clapping
    Everyone was bloody and screaming in pain
    Disappointment from the expectations going under driving everyone mad
    No longer are we sane
    The audience is there whether you're looking
    Or side eyeing what you're viewing
    Different lens but the image is the same
    It's perspective that we must learn to understand it's constant limitless change
    The only thing more constant than the absolution of our very name
    It's not our thoughts that we must give the place to fear it
    Throwing bombs at an enemy with no face you're never nearer than you are to your own flame of your existence
    If you choose to shift energy from yourself
    In a false exchange
    The hubris will set the stage for chaos
    As falsity is put as proxy
    And it will lay claim to truth as you can never be nearer to the heat of your flame
    As you are yourself
    You will raise Hell
    And fire will breed it's sinful smell
    Trying to find relief in a dream that you cannot rest from
    Everything needs to cycle
    As it's vital when you dream
    You have to sleep
    When you wake up
    Truth will rain down in sheets
    And wash your blood down sidewalks of side streets

    These alternate scenarios are the only tokens I have to share
    The intention is to demonstrate my insight
    So I can show you how I became aware

    It's our individual voice and action
    Fusing into your purpose
    Thwarted by inaction
    Remember the story of the rabbit
    And the tortoise
    Knowing when to strike as wise as a serpent
    Sink your teeth into your emergence
    And understand the state of shame after the curtain is not certain
    Clean your lens in order to better assess the world tilt it's stage like a magician
    Nothing is healing in excess
    With every action
    There's a process
    Time is truly priceless
    But it's one of few things you must
    I stress that in yourself
    You must invest
    No matter seemingly selfish
    And morals are kept
    And in retrospect looking back
    Expectations only set ne up for failure
    Calendars and maps turned into burdens on my back
    Only veering me off track
    And painting my life black
    I plan
    I listen
    I believe I can
    Even when I see my tears emerge like watery stars catching the iridescent light of truth as it glistens
    I remember I can
    I remember to love myself
    I'm the hardest person for me to understand
    I understand this insight can help familiarize
    What hasn't been popularized
    That we're not all so easily broken down and compartmentalized
    You cannot love a stranger
    Because they are never aware at all times of your every threat on your life
    Imposing danger
    Get to know yourself it takes time
    But you will flourish as a remainder
    Bruises shine and they serve no purpose
    Those are not reminders
    They're unjust
    They're cruel
    Hate and darkness rule the domains
    Of the crusted dirty plate
    Of yesterday's scraps for remains
    Biodegradable waste as long as they seek to validate their own name
    Perversion in the form of violence
    Domesticated terror in suburban highlands
    Everywhere you go evil is there if you can find it
    What's harder is to become instinctively aware of what you can't catch in a glare
    A feeling of unease in tune of what's not seen or heard
    An unspoken word
    Intuition is the verse
    Timing is the first
    Second guessing is the last

    Intake the Dewey drops of morning mist
    Let the water wash away the troubles of the day

    As daylight breaks and the leaves uncomfortably shake
    Just remember that the wind will break
    And love will tenderly float like a feather
    Into your heart
    Let my words be the food to your brain
    As a plate and if I may
    Say that I cannot take away your pain
    But I offer you my thoughts
    My love
    And I encourage you
    You're well deserving
    So find what you need
    And please, do fill that space