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  • puchka 13h

    When
    you're
    tad sad
    search the skies
    you'll find the rainbow
    outstretching its colourful arms
    my arms, reassuring of my continual love
    ©puchka

  • puchka 13h

    Fibonacci poem

    I
    see
    that I
    don't know me
    and it's killing me
    drowning, squeezing,
    drying my mind, taking all of me
    leaving me in a state of flux; to live or give up
    ©puchka

  • standbyme 13h

    Consider a full length railway track around this globe on which there lies a train with speed exceeding that of light. You hop into it & it shall take you to the future. So while the people standing on the platform takes a whole 365 days to crawl from 2021 to 2022, you could just take, say a few minutes.

    You might be wondering how could we escalate into a future that's yet to be formed. Well actually, it's already set with humanity's present actions. Suppose you missed your only bus to college but luckily you got a lift, so you reached the destination in time. But from your mom's reality, it's impossible for you to reach college in time. She was unaware of the possibility of a lift just like we are unaware of the possibility of a technology that lend us a lift in light speed.

    Theoretically speaking, time travel to the future is possible but to the past, it's a bit complicated. Suppose you get inside the train & it runs in the opposite direction (opposite timeline), you reached the time of your grandfather. Now suppose you kill him, then you return back to the present. Somewhere on the way back, you become null. You just disappear like steam from a tea kettle or might be even worse. Because if there is no grandfather, then there won't be father & hence there won't be you. This is called Grandfather paradox.

    Lets imagine that a time machine is invented & i went to the future. I saw the biggest business enterprise, i returned back & works accordingly say i invested a whole lot of money & effort or say i got inside the budding business. Then what happens in the coming future, i became the biggest business man. So if this is all possible, would you think the elites will help you access a time machine, considering there is one. Won't they be hiding it from us? If you think there's this slightest of possibility, let me give you a keyword, "Zanetti train".

    I had seen writers exploring the time travel thingy into their write-ups, pensive poets hoping for a time machine to undo their past mistakes. Cool imagination but it's impossible even theoretically. Think about it. If you travel to the past, that past becomes your future & your former present becomes your past, which can't be changed by your new future.

    Think Think Think!
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    @mirakee #mirakeewriters #mirakeeapp #mirakeeworld #ceesreposts #challenge #pod

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    Imagine time travelling to the past just to
    kill your grand father & on the way back,
    you realise that you are adopted.

  • miriel_oye 2d

    Dry Eyed

    The sky has a secret message for those who believe in phases. One day you can be full of black clouds that bring you rain and other days, you will be clear and blue.
    Sometimes the sun will sprinkle some orange hue on you, other times it glares a pale yellow of disapproval in your face.
    Mama learnt this the hard way. That life worked in stages. While sometimes it gave reasons to soar wings across the blue expanse, It also sends lightning across grey clouds that burn the wings and remind mere mortals of their place.
    It seemed, from what I recall, that the sky always wept when Mama was alive. When they placed her into calloused hands that only knew how to draw heaps and harvest yams. When she writhed in agony and pushed out a replica of her- dark eyes and matted brown hair. When the hands that caressed her turned and kissed her face with slaps.
    Sometimes, just sometimes, the sun would peek through the darkness and the oranges in our garden would brighten up, but then roaring clouds roll in and choke out thriving seeds of joy and satisfaction.
    Ironic. That the moment Mama faded like stars in broad daylight, the sky watched dry eyed and the sun stayed for longer.
    ©miriel_oye

  • puchka 2d

    Whistling winter winds
    wakened weeping willows
    weighed with world worries
    ©puchka

  • tejaswini_3 3d

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    ��alubrious; you are like a panacea for my pain,
    I was a nomad with broken bows and some
    splintered arrows; directionless and deserted,
    You showed me dreams I could never ascertain,
    We both shot those coruscating jewels of the
    moon– these stars paved our discrete pathways
    We mused together– now the present is in vain,
    I hide in crowded places yet I can hear your voice,
    In my dreams, we both fly across horizons,
    /When I open my eyes, the room's empty again/

    ��eenage seemed so unworried and surprising,
    But somewhere there has to be a balance—
    Between joy and sorrows; the scale may topple
    otherwise— every passing second was advising,
    Until I needed just a quiet place all for myself,
    I have said it a thousand times and still I say,
    / Even repitition seems like a blessing/
    I can win my battles, only when you rebuild
    my fort— of uncertainties; I run after dreams,
    Will you hold my hand if I fall while chasing?

    �� tale of us, parted by a bittersweet farewell
    But joined by some undelivered messages—
    They do a lot of magic in this 7G world,
    / I quietly cast a spell/
    A selfless one— to not let the clouds hide
    my Polaris, to let my star sparkle just for me,
    In a calm paradise—soon— we shall dwell
    I hope one eve—our sorrows would be dispelled,

    ��ears shall pass, we shall grow up; go far away,
    /Wherever you are, I know, you always stay/

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    "Our tale won't end so abruptly, it will continue for ages till the river of verses penned by me for you, merges with the ocean of ballads, to form an eternal epic– which shall speak volumes about our eternal friendship"

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    Stay is an upbeat song written for ARMYs by BTS wherein the members express their yearning to see their beloved fans, who have been their inspiration and their sole reason to follow their dreams. Although we live in different corners of the world; they know we are always going to stay with them, lend our support during their darkest phases and smile with them during their joyous moments. And that's what they assure us of– they won't be leaving us ever.

    The lyrics hit especially when you are missing the person closest to you, as there already so many who have abandoned you. You both will be choosing different roads in your life, and will eventually seperate, unwillingly most of the times. Even when you know that still nothing has changed between both of you, you will feel a sense of dysphoria; and then you comfort your aching heart by remembering the endless memories that you have created, and then cheer up again hoping to see that person, someday.

    There isn't a specific reason for me to love BTS. Maybe their words inspire me to compose literary pieces like the one above. Maybe they became role models for me, while at times they became my best friends whose laughter gave me joy and made me forget whatever I am going through. Maybe, they just stayed with me all the time through their tunes when there was no one else, and told me: You don't need people around you to make you feel as if you are in a crowd; you need them to be with you in your mind and their absence won't even matter to you. We are always there, so whenever you feel left out, visit us in our magic shop!

    A special thank you to @/lovenotes_from_carolyn for hosting this challenge. I purple you��

    PS: This is an extremely late submission, but I couldn't come up with anything suitable for the song, until today.

    #cees_bts_chall #challenge #poetry #bts
    #writersnetwork @mirakee @luvnotes_challenge_host

    @tamanna3 I wrote it finally....!

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  • poet_holuwatoseen 3d

    The world is full of despise
    It is best for you to realize
    You cannot begin to individualize
    what is meant for you to actualize
    Thus,be wary before it is too late to recognize


    ©poet_holuwatoseen

  • puchka 3d

    29th April, 2021 11.30 pm

    The sun rose as usual. Stayed put at home, going through the routine of staying alive, in a not so alive situation. At times like these, nature sends healing messages, via birdsong, barking dogs, flirting bees exchanging lip to lip kisses with blossoms; reaffirming there is hope in every hopeless situation. So, with hope bursting in my brain, I wait for another day, waiting to hear positive news of declining Covid deaths.
    ©puchka

  • ak_anjali_daydreamzz 5d

    @mirakee @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #heart #challenge #gratitude #wod #pod #lavenderc
    #smk_avaap_ch
    (5) If your heart were a physical place on Earth, which people would visit, how would it be ?

    "Forgiveness budded not with the fanfare of epiphany" - line from The Kite Runner , Khalid Hosseini
    The concept of moor inspired by Wuthering Heights, Emile Bronte

    All written rights reserved
    9 June 2021 11. 59 pm

    [ Details (including Title)
    717 words, 4302 characters, 14 sentences, 36 paragraphs
    Reading level - College graduate
    Reading time - 2 min 37 sec Speaking time - 3 min 59 sec ]
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    If My Heart Were ~

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    If my heart were a moor in the wilderness, wide and wild entity, laying and layering grasslands, it would've been an infertile marshland, yet my persistence penetrates the highlands, heightened my sensitivities and evocates my emotions.
    Turning the acidic soils into alluring alchemy of regeneration; the swamps, patches and pits where I sowed my temperance, glossing my lexicons and flourishing my fervour.
    The walls of my heart have formed a labyrinth, threads of yore spinning around, creating a puzzle ; a route without a map, trespassing navigation.
    Yards and miles stretches the moor, where the lone traveler is Melancholia, a mossy patch sliding all over the pathways.
    Poison ivy strokes greenery and periwinkle spray purple hues, wildflowers add plethora of diversity and daffodils invite wistfulness as well as whimsical vibes.
    // In the moors of my heart, I would tread for miles
    Wanderlust in mind, seeking a hiraeth for my soul //

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    If my heart were an ocean, deep and dense covering majority of surface, it would've been the tears of my lost love that's the source of salinity due to the dire longing and aching nostalgia dissolved in it.
    Frequent turbulent tides and stirring storms would rock the uninvited guests of pirates; depression plundering my virtuous treasures and scavenging bits of my sanity ; and those invited sailors ; seeking the coast of wisdom and seeding patience in wavering waves.
    My heart is the azure abyss of ambiguous secrets, a Bermuda triangle shielding myriad mysteries and an endless eternity of agonizing ache.
    I'm home to whalieans of loneliness, predator sharks of terror, stingrays of impulse as well as dolphins of affection and multitude of sea life, emotional panels.
    Those who dive in me with treasure and pleasure in mind never even met my ocean bed, my depth drowns them, endangering fake love and facades.
    // In the ocean of my heart, I hide secrets of treasure
    Sapphire blues beguiling, turning every pain into pleasure //

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    If my heart were a valley, elongating and framing hills with anklets of rivers and adornments of spring break, it'd have been the essence of true love in me that lead to the outbreak of an epiphany ; a spring season of daydreams and desires.
    River valleys quenching the thirst of lost souls with haikus and sonnets of solace and solitude ; Glacial valleys form lakes and rock beds of odes and epics of past and polarities ; Desert valleys ensure Oasis of dreams and mirage of fantasies, etherees and eulogies of longing and loss.
    I bloom roses with thorns ; love with pain, daisies with desire, daffodils with pride, lilies with luck, sunflowers with warmth, cherry blossoms with sweetness, waterlilies with devotion, peonies with promises and lavenders with lasting love.
    // In the valley of my heart, I bloom florets flamboyant
    Enticing redolence and enriching reverence //

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    If my heart were a mountain, elevated steeps of strength and the summit of victory, it would've been the peak of euphoria where my destination adorns graffiti of gratitude and my destiny gleams with gleeful tears.
    Wisdom, knowledge and skills would array as ranges and summits, with inherent nature of tolerance and pride. Confidence bundles me in clouds, faith becomes my rock
    Caves, sculptures and temples embellish my sacred abode and I remain the deity, worshiped for loyalty and honour, spreading peace and provoking passion
    // In the mountain of my heart, I traverse euphoric realms
    Honoring pride and unwavering loyalty //

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    While I bloom love whimsically, with all the curios clouds and throat of quest ; blossom kindness serenading the light shining above, source to my soul, all-encompassing, all extinguishing, all-knowing divine light ; among all the virtues, forgiveness moulds my crown, so my heart could always hold this crown.

    Forgiveness budded not with the fanfare of epiphany but with the stealth of tranquility, permeating the void like an elusive zephyr ; Caressing my cacophonous chaos, gently clearing the thick fog around ; Finding the single candle still alight in the candelabra covered in cobwebs in the corner of my heart.

    // The light inside one's soul is eternal
    Fog remains until a fated zephyr travels
    From the moors to the mountains
    To breathe life into the seraphic soul //

    ©ak_anjali_daydreamzz

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  • mirakeeworld 5d

    #Winner #1

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  • mirakeeworld 5d

    Hello guys! Thank you so much for participating in the Challenge. Here we are starting the announcement of results for '7 Words Wild Feelings' CHALLENGE ��

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  • tejaswini_3 1w

    People pleaser

    These brown walls of my smoky whare
    have been a testament to the brawls
    I had between my calamus and my heart,
    which is recalcitrant; I usually
    disregarded the pleas of my quill —
    to write my undemanding thoughts
    ad be forthright as a writer should
    And gratuitously gave in to the likes
    of the latter, by being dishonest to myself.
    / I became a C R I M I N A L/

    I wrote under the dim light of the candle
    About philosophical ideologies of which,
    I myself was unaware— those crumpled
    pages laughed at my foolish attempts
    to pen down notions and emotions which
    I had never experienced in my lifetime,
    And yet again my inflexibility infiltrated,
    through the cracks on my wall which
    I never bothered to repair—it screamed—
    Please the audience! Please the readers!
    / I became a S L A V E/

    Time flew by; the candles on my broken desk
    was replaced with a black lantern,
    I became a rich man, with untainted glory;
    I became a rag man with a rudimentary
    approach towards literature; I failed
    to enjoy the process of writing while I learnt
    to grab the fruits of my undeserving success
    / I became a P R I S O N E R/

    There was chaos outside the door of my shack
    It was deafening—the limelight that drove away
    my shadow, was dreaded by me,
    I entered inside perforce, only to despise
    the darkness that had set in; my sun was sinking,
    Somewhere my conscience was loathing me
    I was feeling shallow— my ink had created
    poetries which everyone fancied except me,
    I saw Anne's diary and she comforted me—
    "I can shake off everything as I write,
    My sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn"
    I added— If only I write for my own self,
    If only I stop gratifying the crowd;
    I realised that I am a part of it too—
    And my own happiness matters a lot, to me.
    / I became T R U T H F U L/

    ©tejaswini_3
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    Prompt used : Darkness In The Limelight

    Book: The Diary Of A Young Girl (as I am currently reading it and it has already affected me a lot)

    Line used: I can shake off everything as I write, my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn.


    Thank you for organizing the challenge and letting me participate! @say_me_krish I think this is the first time I am writing something based on your prompts :)

    @writersnetwork @mirakee
    #smk_avaap_ch #writersnetwork #challenge #prompt #prose #poetry #creativity #life

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  • puchka 1w

    Inked in blue I passed
    Inked in red I failed
    School report card indicated
    On the wrong side sixty
    Red, green, blue, black
    ink escape, adding colours
    to life's faded canvas
    ©puchka

  • nosecrets 1w

    The God's Plan......

    Remember this
    You can't control what happens,
    But you can trust
    that whatever happens
    Is happening for your good,

    The Plan of god is not
    Giving you what you want
    But giving you what you
    Actually deserve...!!!

    ©NoSecrets
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    @mirakee @readwriteunite @writersnetwork

    #thoughts #diary #love #life #truth #lies #friendship #care #relationship #promise #nature #pray #enviroment #angel #mirakee #writersnetwork #challenge #nightmare #family #healthy #memories

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  • puchka 1w

    Red and green glass bangles
    Bought at the fair
    Lady slipped effortlessly
    onto her wrists
    Jingle Jangle followed her
    Passersby stopped to stare
    A widow in white reliving
    her married days
    Purchased moments of happiness
    ©puchka

  • puchka 1w

    A stunning beauty
    Draped in yarn spun by nature
    Bold and brave autumn
    ©puchka

  • puchka 1w

    Clothed in orange hues
    Flames of passion spread across
    Extinguished with white
    ©puchka

  • puchka 1w

    Where will this lead?
    With a future so bleak
    If it's to the mountain peaks
    I'll take the risk
    Even if it means
    Few falls, bruised kness
    Couldn't be worse
    Than this pandemic
    ©puchka