daffodilpearlzzSuch a brilliant way clearly explaining to the world of how the social media often is a fake display of lives. Most of it. I completely agree with you. I am not that much on social media like fb or insta. So when I see ppl in real life getting addicted to likes and comments, I feel like they are so stupid that they stress themselves for creating a fake picture of themselves. What if one day all these social media platforms disappear. Every image they created, good or bad. There is a clear reason why we call these platforms virtual, which is much beyond technology and business.
I appreciate your efforts to share this IMPORTANT message to the world. This poem speaks a lot.
shrey2310This felt like I'm walking in a maze, lost but i guess you penned it that way which makes it even more intriguing to give it an another read. Nice portrayal of the fake, vague world of social media. Well penned
My submission for the fabulous challenge hosted by @jaya___
//A fabricated landscape A fallacy of attributes A fake portrait of beauty A framed depiction of optimism
Application of filters to images rather than to foul words//
Freedom of expression has become a joke these days. One often tries too hard to portray the image of being the quintessential know-all and seldom try to be themselves.
What I feel is that we watch these public figures, who put on a show on social media platforms, and think that we too should do something like that. Maybe we want to feel like them as it is a fantasy many adorn. But we should know that they get paid to do that, or that they have to create an image that helps them sustain in whatever they do.
We as citizens should have an opinion, everyone is entitled to one. But having an opinion just for the sake of it, or to show the world how woke or incisive you are is extremely redundant. But the absurdity augments when we try to pick a fight. Just like we have an opinion, others too could have and express the same. One should respect that in a dignified manner. But I see a war of words, hurling of abuses and the boundaries of integrity and reverence being crossed.
Social media has become a platform to showcase how fake we can be. From the perfectly cropped and filtered pictures, to those not so candidly candid moments; those conversations about money presented in a manner that might even make an economist or a financial advisor run for their money; people interpreting laws as if they are the aficionados, for even jurists sometimes differ or fail to interpret them in their apt context.
What was started as an activity or initiative to bring people closer or spread awareness, has on the contrary, become a place to segregate people and spread malice.
Hence, I feel the Image one tries to make should not be done, as one should be real. And it is absolutely fine to not know everything about everything. And if one doesn't wish to express an opinion on a certain topic or want to post something hilarious when there's a critical time in the country or surroundings then that person should not be judged for that.
You never know how many silent battles are concealed by that smile or a post. Be kind, be real and stop being appallingly judgemental.
jaya___Dayummmmm AHHHHMAZING Sid!!! The words were full of intelligent advice for those who use social media...yes we must not take a judgemental stand on each thing we see there... otherwise we might very well be the donkeys of ur BGapt and brilliant piece Sid!! Kudos
Like for like, follow for follow Come on moron, your life is hollow. Saying this I spot my hypocrisy undress Of wanting so much despite the mess And faking as if I couldn't care less! A fake life, a plastic life No self confidence yet ignorant pride. All are servants of sycophantic dorms Afraid of breaking prisms of social norms Why are we taking with a pinch of salt All humiliation and rebuke? But also sadly adding that I am it's victim just as you
Hola buddies! NEXT CHALLENGE ALERT!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Write a piece commenting on the current obsession with social media and the image we create there.
Have fun ✍️✍️✍️✍️ use #contest_j ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As always I am late in announcing the results of the challenge of past week! But worry not! Here are the winners of the extremely tough to decide and heavily participated challenge
F. R. I. E. N. D. S We hide secrets and make troubles too, In group studies we keep talking when a lot is left to do, Our whatsapp messages are no less than comedy, And our serious phone calls turns out to be painful wound's remedy, No teacher's lecture can make me understand , My weird questions only my friends can stand, Hostel days are the best phase of life, After it you got responsibilities,someone's husband someone wife, But these friends give you a forever, Those fights, that craziness you gonna forget never, Glitches in your love life or tension in you family, Big blind blunders or some mistakes being silly, They know your worst and best, Never get tired of taking pictures at fest, Sometimes childish fights and sometimes mature
"Boyfriends and girlfriends, breakups and patchups will come and go, But these friends are forever. "
My submission for the challenge hosted by @jaya___ A post dedicated to the best piece of art I have seen. Ever!
During the days of naivety I found solace in them Rachael, Monica, Phoebe, Joey, Chandler and Ross They became my family My Friends And I never felt forlorn Indeed if it wasn't my day Or my week or month, For Six Years They've been there for me I laughed at their hilarity Cried with their sorrow Was overwhelmed by all the marriages Babies, proposals and those apartments And sighed at the utterance of the Wrong Name I never was On a Break with them For they held my hand tightly When situations went awry I learnt a plethora of things from them And still hold it dearly
Rachael taught me to be confident And that it is fine to be a bit spoilt Whilst being a genuine friend Monica taught me importance of discipline And to be a thread that holds everyone To nurture and embrace the company Phoebe taught me to be unapologetically weird To wear unconventionality as a crown And not care about others' opinions Joey taught me to love my curves, seriously! And that being a foodie is cool Swear loyalty even at the cost of your happiness Chandler taught me to be debonair In my imperfections and flaws And to find humour in everything Ross taught me to be pragmatic To have clear goals and to just be yourself Even if people find you boring due to your intellect
Hence, I know what kinship means I know what being a friend means I know that situation won't always be in your favour I know to seek out little things I know to never let go of hope And I know to live my life with happiness and laughter
Just like they did, and still do. As for me, the show is not over.
Critical analysis is welcomed ____________________________________________________________
Meeting you was my reincarnation to a whole new world A beautiful place to be lived in With wonderful people to be trusted on And tons of fresh air to inhale With an exhalation of love Yes, a hyperbole to the today's world ! That dreamy world consisted of only a tinge of verisimilitude in contrast to reality our lenses witness today The tinge with green monocle and blond hair , With piercing mind stuffed with humor and one in a million heart , Accompanied by a gush of adrenaline in vessel comprising a pure soul covered in ivory ! You were the metaphor to my happiness , A simile to my smile , And simply, an ode of my life. The only sapien I chose with the full will of just my own. But as truely said , life is not all sunshine and flowers , When that storm devasted every inch of our friendship And everytime it felt like all over again Tired of all the buzz around us We found solace in solitude. And I still remember , On 23rd August That brick red sphere in the night sky gazing at two sobbing souls, Who decided to part ways for saving an ounce of love and care left between them , In order to at least be able to exchange a clear gaze someday, if they met .
We left, but the life went on Offering several sapiens with sweetness and sourness all together Some even on knees with a ring And one for whom I walked down the aisle Nineteen years hence , Searching for my baby boy , I saw you looking out for your princess In formals, and you hair was all grey Unlike youh! Beside was a glass And my reflection caught my eyes That lady with purple hair and a white short dress I witnessed that indeed time changes people My monocles caught my baby boy with a girl in blue She was wearing the same cocoa pendent that you wore saying that it reminds you of my chocolate brown eyes . My son saw me Comprehending my doubts, What escaped his lips Was the only word that signified us "Friends!"
This weekend write a piece on FRIENDS! Anything that comes to your mind when it comes to friends...their need or if friendship is overrated or loneliness or togetherness....Write and have fun!✌
Submissions till Tuesday. Winners on Wednesday.
Use hashtag #contest_j ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wish I had friends here... With whom I could talk With whom I could share Things that happen in my daily life And things that trouble me I wish I had friends here... With whom I could laugh With whom I could fight With whom I could be safe Even if roaming out all night I wish I had friends here... Who would come and meet me And understand my pain With whom I could open up Each day after work With whom I could be myself And not what we all pretend to be to outside world I wish I had friends here... From whom demanding anything Would never seem too much Who would not leave me alone on a festival night Who would ask everyday and call every night Whether I am good or in a plight I wish I had friends here... Who would end the silence In which I stay each day When I enter my lonely house
I wish I had friends here... Whom I could love and hold dear And Who would be close enough to hear My sobs, my laughs and wipe my tear Oh I wish I had friends here...
there was a time when you were hopeful, because me and you existed as 'us', because love prevailed over lust, because it rained in July when the clouds were up, because the leaves opened their mouths to let the dew fall into them, because the tree that shed its leaves in the autumn and lost its first bud just after birth was now blooming and drooping with pleasant poesies.
you were hopeful because the first childhood friend you lost when you gained your adulthood was back yet again, the earring you dropped in the market was back in your casket, the Biblical Good Samaritan existed in Kaliyug too, you were hopeful because the sun set in the scarlet sky to unleash the dark but moonlit ether and the moon waved goodbye to present you with another day to be hopeful and let 'it' pass by.
but this time it was different, it was peculiar, it was clumsy, it was bewildering, for the sun set in the scarlet sky, but neither did the moon light that dark sky nor did any ray of light reach that corner of your heart where only blackness dwelled and the memories of 'those days' were about to rot and vanish in the air of desolation that swayed by.
this time it was different for you looked for just a whole with white light peeping through that'd split into the vibrant VIBGYOR of the rainbow and fill the pitch dark with colours of vehemence, imagination, benevolence, generosity, yearning, opulence of love and radiance of positivity.
and the time is still different and you still wait for the time to come back when you were hopeful and the time to be 'different' yet again!
. Nevertheless the battles you survived in the modern chemical labs morph you into charred mecadam of flesh and bones organized to unleash the avatars of arrogant infernal bombs.
here is a hunger game of snake and ladder played by corporate and common between the green and red buttons what you call as heroic outfits of abhorrence but where you want to press depends up on your political motive. You cannot spill the beans until somebody took a knife and cut your throat while your windpipe open up like a pentagonal papaya inscribed in a scandal circle.
od dammit! Did you have the courage to do that on your own? No! You won't, fear makes your adrenaline rush but you are too weak and asymptomatic to take a decision. The act of valour needs a longitudinal anatomy of the metallic clocks eroded in the pierced earlobes of ones own court where the rubber boots broke the nibs and raises slogans imprinted in barbaric blood.
id you know, even the day started to hate your kind when you and your underaged friends ripped the moon from the waist of the mountains moving on a double decker blue bus and left the body in a black polythene night? You can make a map of each state by taking the rotting intestines out from the mortuaries of stars when the stories of weeping motherhood begging for mercy killing of their daughters infront of angelic gods wearing the white himalayan snow coats.
he hands that filled the gaps of the fingers to stop oozing invidious partiality from history books still remain as scars on the beige bark of skin monuments of the living dead now. You combust some fuel from your dads side pocket at sixteenth summer and chilled your engines with a shot of whiskey and criticize the heart of others pulling them out from your joker smile and then proclaimed 'Why so serious'.
he seismic rumbling of your altruism coated in mental illness has no temples, no mosque, no cathredal, no mahal, no synagogue, no monasteries and not even generosity, albeit you are defined as an animal confined of caste, creed and colour. The scorching sun burns until the piles of the day turn to ashes, and let you be held accountable for the letters of deceit you have left behind in the wages of sins.
he night may have become obscene and wild for you when the liquid poison in the needle you injected into the left wrist from the corner of a right angle room began to drive you crazy.The moonlight remains with cigarette scars in the sky to shine on the petals you blackened on your youth, but you too must decay with the wind that blows unreliably until the underground skeletons drench in forsaken rain.
n the arsenal of hell are kept three weapons: repentance, conscience, and righteousness. There, the dagger of conscience moulded by fire waiting to pierce your chest. You should not die without a handful of pain. May the protector of the horizon take back the sweetness of breast milk that is not worthy for your tongue.
he death knell rang and the executioner walked with you near the gallows. A garland in my neck, you are hanging in a rope. Clock smiled and come back alive. In my soul's eye pile you have already been killed innumerable times in miniscule pieces and thrown to the hungry piranhas. I believe they could consume your flesh. However, i need to make sure that you are not breathing again.
My life was all settled It use to quest around halwa pori I use to be free from life's hassles Whilst knowing my mom sing me best lori I was nine when I got to know of it's dubious glory It was all begun by a story
They say with every beautiful thing There comes a pain And the pain that has chosen to come across to me Cause me an apparent demise
They say pain is inevitable So do happiness Sometimes it cost More than your life's jama ponji
They say being child Is being fun But some children Live with their agonies
Ammi where's the change I need to fill my potli Piyari ammi give it to me I need to fill it totally (said I as bubbly as I can)
Aahan buttering Acha tell me What will I get in return of it (said her in a dealing tone)
A kissey Would you mind having a kiss miss It will give you a lasting bliss ...
Just a kiss ...
How about a bliss ...
Don't you witty(le) considering your glee ...
And you too know na I master upon this degree ...
Manipulating you meri piyari ammi ...
As days passed by Leaving me comply They say being happy never goes out of style Tell them that my style wasn't persistent When "Pain" got written in one's abridgement
One day ... A creature crawl by me Dwelling my attention I saw his eyes popping out of pain The weight he carry his legs couldn't maintain I saw a blood spot causing adhesion I ask for help and let my father ascertain
Few days later He ended up offering his knee Which I hold happily My potli was all about to fill But for me the meaning of happiness had changed by dill All My happiness linger in his joy When every time I excite him with a toy Toddo when became a part of my family In all the occasions of grievance and glee
They say things make you cry And things make you laugh never stay loyal to you Tell them its true
I was shaken by his feeble body Displaced hopelessly into my arms Every scar speaking its story But burning his claw had given them any euphory ? They say man is greedy But is he cruel ? He thinks taking life make him rule ...?
And the potli is full while I get empty If money could buy life A tear left my cheek Let's pour in , an absurdity ....
I couldn't be more better at this stage accept this junk and of course I can't read clearly this needs some time but I'm on the way ❤
There was a time when you were so hopeful, Every look had stars in eternal blackness of your eyes, Adding optimism to desperate stucked in the mirror, I told you lies many times to kindle hopes in your heart, Little did I know I was only burning pretty tissues When Swings turned to rollercoasters I promised we'll never fall, Even if it turned upside down I will be there for your broken soul, You believed me everytime your blind confidence wasn't hard to try, You were so easy to find, to love, to trap in imperishable walls of desires, I never wanted to release you I thought world would harm you, Little did I know my shielding was strangling you, you wanted to escape from multiverse I built for us, Hitting my mirror with stars of pessimistic eyes, You shattered it to free your ensnared wisdom, But look at you now drowning in hopelessness every night, Pretending to be mad at me, don't you wanna return, Atleast my hopes were keeping you alive, Struggling to survive when you were blossoming there, Seeing you in pain, seeing hurt in your dreamless eyes, I remember there was a time when you were hopeful, If I could rewind clocks to bear pain of thorns So you can wear roses of my hopes , I am dying to do anything to welcome you here again.
There was a time when you were hopeful, but now you have become a graveyard of buried hopes, life is tough, but so are you and you're never alone in this confusing maze, for we are all trying to find ourselves in us, trying to love ourselves a bit more, trying to be less miserable, less hopeless, less unhappy and we will reach those sunsets someday, those beautiful endings,and it would be worth a sight. You'll laugh at life, thinking of those days when even the sunrise seemed daunting, and now you're happily chasing those sunsets. Even if hope flies away like a feather, you aren't wingless dear, remember, someday the feather has to perch somewhere and it'll all be okay. Even on the dark starless nights, remember to be your own star, for we're all made of stardust, a tiny speck of stardust suspended in this vast universe and you know that you are born to shine. Life begins in the dark and we have to find our own light to thrive and survive and not live in the fading shadows.There is light somewhere, within each of us and when you find it, keep it and you'll be okay.
There was a time when you were hopeful for the efforts and decisions you took guided by the principles and beliefs from the fate that fell at your steps to the fortune that made you shred your rest, it will bend the conditions and odds in your route of going forward, bringing a acceptable present which would make you say; "It was worth it."
That's a lot of spiritually oriented terms jammed up in one huge (literary captivating) sentence. But how much exactly the spiritually oriented stuffs I could have avoided to mention something similar to what I have mentioned.
You know what.. considering the amount of fiction and imagery that are present in any one write-up in miraquil's platform most of the stuffs they portray are reflections of what they all really HOPE to happen. Just enough of what they hoped to.. hope again.
We notice, observe and measure to recognise, acknowledge and conclude every passed, happening and upcoming moment worried, thinking and expecting a hint, clue or sign that would either indicate, exhibit and/or justify that it was fine, appropriate or significant to pray, wish and hope.
Maybe with every new experience we lean more towards our assumptions than the mind's abode where hope resides. But, that distinct, strict and/or genuine event when the hope will go extinct within one's essence, spirit and intelligence might be the right, awaited and destined time for them to know why sometimes “hope” doesn't work.
The was a time when you were hopeful And aimed to reach for the stars With unlimited amount of joy And fiddled with laughter Just like a toy
There was a time you had unending smile Packed to brim with positive energy With eveeything touched vibrant To the world it was joy And to the heart love
And this is the time it all feels a fantasy Like a dream that faded with time A joy that died in its own prime Faded away the ecstacy No longer vibrant
This is the time the smile is upside down A frown that forms its own delight With a light full of darkness Closed end of the tunnel To shun the light
There was a time you were hopeful And it was buried by shattered love There was a time you had unending smile And it faded across with the distance social This is the time it all feels like a fantasy This is the time when the smile is up-side-down
Lost between the lines of lost hope Clogged within a mind of self-doubt Unfound within a beimmed daekness Scorched in a time-loop so saddened
F. R. I. E. N. D. S We hide secrets and make troubles too, In group studies we keep talking when a lot is left to do, Our whatsapp messages are no less than comedy, And our serious phone calls turns out to be painful wound's remedy, No teacher's lecture can make me understand , My weird questions only my friends can stand, Hostel days are the best phase of life, After it you got responsibilities,someone's husband someone wife, But these friends give you a forever, Those fights, that craziness you gonna forget never, Glitches in your love life or tension in you family, Big blind blunders or some mistakes being silly, They know your worst and best, Never get tired of taking pictures at fest, Sometimes childish fights and sometimes mature "Boyfriends and girlfriends, breakups and patchups will come and go, But this friendship will last forever"