43 posts
  • emyflorencemoses_ 8w

    The only ones who let themselves be exploited knowing that they are exploited, will be exploited!

  • ana_vah 14w

    Dry Bones

    I am dry bones
    Coated with silicone.
    Gelatin muscles hang limp
    From festering joints.
    You tore into my flesh,
    With the voracity of a tornado,
    Shredding mud and brick,
    Splintering wooden portico.
    I try to satiate your hunger,
    With blood, gut and soul.
    You feed on my innards,
    As I turn myself inside out
    In the urge to placate you.
    Yet I am but a pile of bones,
    In a bag of human hide,
    With no place to run and hide.
    In plain sight I cower,
    Fearing that your need,
    Will leave me devoured,
    Till I have nothing left,
    But a heap of dry bones.

  • mrspectacular 26w


    Williams cannot believe what is happening. He does not know what to think as he walks into the Sylvester Donnigan College hallway. He never thought people see him in such a manner. He runs through the crowd as he hears their voices but their lips unmoved. It is like his worse nightmare. Running to the ones he called friends, he cannot believe his eyes either. They seem to despise even more than the others. He wishes to die at this point.
    'No....no, stop it', he screams out loud as he runs off leaving everyone confused as to what his issue is exactly. Unknown to him, he can hear all their thoughts by just looking at them. It leaves him so distraught, he goes to sit somewhere secluded so the voices can stop.
    'What's going on with this kid? Why is he here?', Williams hears the janitor's thought as he walks into the supplies' closet where Williams sits feeling gloomy.
    'The entire school hates me, that's what's going on and I cannot face it. That's why I am here', Williams responds to the Janitor shocking him.
    'How did he hear that?', the Janitor thinks to himself. 'It was just a thought...'
    'Because you said it', Williams blurts out.
    'Said what, Williams', the Janitor asks Williams surprised that he heard what he was only thinking. The Janitor is astonished at what is going on. He begins to sweat before Williams who is seated on a mopping bucket.
    'You want me to read people's mind for you, right?', he asks already knowing the janitor would ask him to do that but what he does not know is that he can only read people's thought about him and not about other people.
    'Yes', the janitor says with an outburst as he pulls him in for a hug. The janitor is grateful that finally he could not only clean out the physical environment of the school as is always left to him but could understand why these student behave the way they do. He could be an untrained psychologist.
    'I'm not quite sure about that', Williams says dismissing the Janitor's dreams as far-fetched.
    Ignoring what Williams says, the Janitor drags him into the hallway so Williams can read their minds and tell him what people are saying about him. Unfortunately Williams powers can only read thoughts directly associated with him and not thoughts about other people. Pulling Williams out before everyone in the hallway, the janitor asks to be intimated on what people are thinking about him in their minds but Williams cannot as he only has powers for people's thought about himself and nothing more.
    'They are not saying anything about you', Williams says to the Janitor innocently but the janitor would not have it as he feels Williams is lying and only obscures what they are thinking about him in order to escape telling what he also feels about the janitor and to protect his personal interest.
    Infuriated, he warns that if Williams does not tell him what he wants to know, he would tell everyone that he is possessed by a demon hence the reason he has been acting strange, running away from everyone and hiding in the janitor's closet but Williams still maintains they are not saying anything about the janitor. Holding his head in pain and screaming so loudly in pain as he hears the thoughts of over a thousand people who crowd the hallway to listen to the janitor, he pleads for the voices to stop,
    'Stop it, please', he yells. 'No more thoughts. I cannot take it anymore.
    'This is what I was about to tell you all. He is possessed by a demon and the only way we can keep from bringing any harm to any of us is to burn him alive lest he calls a thousand legions to come possess us too', the Janitor says suggesting the killing of Williams.
    The Dean of Students, Dr. Thumble Rooseblue appears behind the mob on the stairway as they drag poor Williams to be murdered and buried in a fiery grave. 'What is going on here? Unhand this minute,' Dr. Rooseblue asks a little terrified although he does not show it. Williams is thankful that the dean has shown up just in the nick of time to prevent his murder. He makes to catch some relief from the time they would use to talk to the dean.
    'He is possessed by a demon. We want to burn him before the demon in him conscripts some other legion to come posses the rest of the school', the Janitor says without an iota of remorse.
    The Dean of Students is worried about the spectacle. He wonders if par-adventure he has not shown up when he did, it may have escalated and he would have had a dead roasted student on his hands. He decides to get to the bottom of the matter. But he would later join the rest of the school to have him burnt alive. The Dean orders that Williams be brought to his office immediately.
    'Bring him to my office immediately', he says to the two students, holding him like a common criminal, sternly. Getting to his office, 'Leave us this minute', he says to the two students who had assisted in bringing him in for the meeting with the dean.
    Pacing around for a few minutes, he does not say anything but only paces around wondering what he would do with Williams.
    'Just let me go. I'm innocent', Williams replies to the Dean's thought.
    'What?', the Dean asks for a clarification.
    'You asked what you should do with me. Didn't you, sir?' Williams asks
    'Yes', the Dean replies. 'But how did you know that?'
    'Because you said it'
    Putting the dots together, the Dean realizes that the janitor was actually telling the truth. Williams is really possessed. Handing him over to the janitor, the dean says,
    'He is yours now. You have my full support to burn him alive. We can't have him contaminate our institution with his evil powers'.
    Dragging Williams away into the field, they drench him in gasoline as he pleads to their deafened ears to be spared but they will have none of it as they only pound him with kicks and blows while pouring on as much gasoline as they can lay their hands on and without further ado, they light him up like a candle watching him scream for help as he burns painfully and helplessly to death.


  • medusas_child 32w


    My soul feels welcomed,
    Welcomed and alive in the gardens,
    Gardens aroused in passion,
    Sensual rose colored soul.

  • tausifh 36w

    Beauty lies in every bit nature,
    Revolving around every miniscule particle of this motherly heaven called earth
    Devilishly evolved by the beings to explosion till hellish extent
    Still never did it lose the essence of beauty, as serenity has touched every inch of it as Midas's touch till eternity

  • james_taumas 37w

    New World

    Alien sky
    A world so strange
    Life unlike home
    Evolution played different here
    Flora deadly and seductive
    Animals from a dream
    Vast untouched wilderness
    No human footprints
    An explorer's prairie
    Don't want to spoil
    Industry and exploitation waiting.


  • enokem 42w


    Nature with aesthetic rife
    Over the realms existing life.
    Reminded me of "Genesis one"
    'Creater' knows how to run.

    Observing with nature so close
    And thinking about 'harming those'.
    Haven't learnt yet? No other attempts are given
    Who'll save us, if more disasters are driven
    When wind blew and singnaled "I am none!"
    Reminded me of "Genesis one"
    'Creater' knows how to run.

    Reverse actions our 'deeds',
    Cruelty with innocent 'breeds'
    Murdering resources "so much greed?"
    Honarable 'deserver' indeed.
    Confess and pardon let us done.
    Reminded me of "Genesis one",
    'Creater' knows how to run.


  • jenaroaragon 44w


    I look forward,
    In every moment I'm away,
    To slinking back into this room,
    To lock myself away.
    The company is pleasant,
    Though in my heart I would delay,
    Companionships necessity until some future date.
    But then,
    There's no hiatus from the cause
    Of this...
    Unless I am laid off,
    And deserted,
    Left to beg,
    On cold cement.


  • jenaroaragon 44w

    The Rent

    I would, if not for hunger, starve, and gladly, rather than cooperate. Such senseless industry.
    More required than given, we must split the rent in three.
    We feed the soy to cattle, and grind the chicks in infancy.

  • andolanjivi_tabeeb 50w

    लव जिहाद-

    इश्क़ को इश्क़ ने नहीं
    समाज ने ठुकराया है
    धर्मनिरपेक्ष इस भारत में
    लव जिहाद नामक कानून एक आया है
    राष्ट्रनिर्माण के नाम पर धर्मयुद्ध है हो रहा
    चंद कट्टरपंथी भक्तों के कारण पूरा देश है रो रहा
    धरम को है खतरा काम यहां खतरा ज्यादा इन्सान को है
    इस मिट्टी में जितना खून हिन्दू का उत्ना ही मुसलमान का है
    ये मुद्दा सिर्फ धरम का नहीं ये मुद्दा स्वाभिमान का है
    तेरे ज़मीर का है मेरे ईमान का है
    इस देश को है ख़तरा सावरकर जैसों से
    ना ख़तरा हमें मुसलमान का है
    धरम के नाम पर जो बदल रहे संविधान है
    लोकतंत्र तिरंगे को जो कर रहे भगवाधार है
    ये कछाधारी भक्त ही असली देश के गद्दार है
    'टबीब' की आग को घी देते ये वही संघ परिवार है....

  • piyushalbus 62w

    What people see as a glorious tribute to motherhood and women empowerment is nothing but desperation, exploitation and complete disregard for safety and rights.
    #exploitation #workers #labourers #farmer #childhood #mother #rights #hindipoetry #hindiwriters #childrights @readwriteunite @mirakee @hindiwriters

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    सर पे ईंटे लाचारी की,
    आँचल में छुपा कुपोषण है,
    सशक्तिकरण का चोगा पहने,
    कुछ और नही ये शोषण है।

    तुम्हें दिखता है मातृत्व जहाँ,
    मुझे आग भूख की दिखती है।
    बस एक रोटी की कीमत पर,
    इस मंडी में सारी जानें बिकती हैं।

  • vyshakh_vengilode 64w


    തമ്പ്രാക്കന്മാർക്ക് റാൻ മൂളി,
    ചിന്താശേഷി മരവിപ്പിച്ചു,
    തെറ്റുകൾക്ക് ന്യായീകരണ
    പ്രബന്ധം എഴുതി,
    മസ്‌തിഷ്ക്കം പാട്ടത്തിന്


  • pi_infinite 64w


    Pieces of chess
    Make their moves across the board
    The fallen on the sidelines
    Wait to be restored.
    But the binary of dark and light
    Leaves too much undefined
    Invisible spaces of endless grey
    Hold more than what is right.
    This game is about power
    As it has always been
    Sacrifice of pieces worth
    Less than what they bring.
    Pawns get ripped to pieces
    To protect their queen and king
    Thrown away as pressure increases
    Of their names noone will sing.
    Leaders send their soldiers
    To make moves across the board.
    Leave continents bare and others enriched
    On the backs of lives ignored.

  • pouredonpaper 70w


    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए
    अक्सर सुना है हमने ये किसी न किसी के मुँह से
    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए

    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए बढ़ते हुए प्रदूषण की
    वो प्रदूषण जो अब धरती, पानी, और वायु से आगे निकलकर
    हमारे शऱीर, मन, और विचारों मे घुस चूका है
    अब इसकी आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए

    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए सामाजिक शोषण की
    इंसानों के हाथों जानवरो का
    मर्दों के हाथों औरतों का
    अमीरों के हाथों गरीबों का
    हर बलवान के द्वारा अपने से कमज़ोर पर किये जाने वाले शोषण की भी
    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए

    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए समाज मे फैली सांप्रदायिकता की
    जाती पाती के भेद की
    धरती को बाँटकर खिंची गई इन सरहदों की
    और इनसे होती हिंसा की भी
    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए

    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए इंसान के बढ़ते लालच की
    हवस की, नशे की, गिरते मूल्यों की
    गूँगे, बहरे, अंधे हो जाने की
    जब तक अपने पर बात ना आए तो किसी और के लिए उठ खड़े होकर ना बोलने की
    जुल्म करने की, जुल्म सहने की
    जुल्म होते रहने देने की
    अपनी आत्मा को मार लेने की
    आदत डाल लेनी चाहिए

    न जाने और कितनी आदतें डालनी पड़ेगी इस जीवनभर मे
    इस समाज मे रहने के लिए
    कभी, कोई तो
    कहीं से आकर कहेगा
    की बस बहुत हुआ
    मै अब और आदतें नही डालूँगा इस समाज की ख़ातिर
    अब इस समाज को बदलना पड़ेगा
    चलना पड़ेगा मेरे ढ़ंग से
    और जाने अनजाने वह आवाज़ बनेगा
    लाखों दबी कुचली आवाजों की
    पर कौन होगा वो?
    क्या आप?

  • diya101 72w

    A girl is expected to be a wife after her marriage. Better to state an ideal wife who cooks, cleans, takes care and also gets beaten by her husband as quietly as possible. Is it? Is that what idealism refers to? The violence of a person becomes acceptable just because he is a "HE".
    Domestic violence is a very serious issue and it needs to be dealt with strictness and alertness. And the thing which can uproot it from its base is proper education which reduces the gender discrimination. Yes! When a girls makes a voice against injustice, it's just like an appeal from whole human community, for we all share a special bond of humanity and consideration for everyone around us.


    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld

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    Yes! I still love you,
    I still feel I miss you,
    But those swollen eyes of mine,
    That day stitch marks on my scalp were nine,
    The cigarette burn marks on my skin,
    Those bruises on my chin,
    They speak to me, ask me questions,
    Of whether I am in my illusions,
    Or am I in those darkest of dungeons,
    Where I ain't supposed to have any aspirations?

    Okay! You say I have a big heart,
    I should forget the hurt,
    As my heart is still with you,
    I need to forgive you too,
    But what about those uneasy interactions you forced upon me?
    Should I forget the misery you brought upon me?
    People call me whore because I was tricked,
    And you had me meticulously picked,
    For you to fulfill your desires,
    Against my wishes, I was forced upon with various sires.

    Yes! I have the duty of a wife,
    So you say I should resolve my strife,
    I fear it's not a mere fight anymore,
    I have lost myself in the process of extracting metal from the ore,
    Your violence and abuses failed you as a spouse,
    And still you command me to return to that sick house,
    I wanted to say you, I am not meant for the cage,
    Leaving you could be a good decision, you too shall realize with age,
    I ponder and ponder, for as long as I could,
    The way your domination prevailed and in future would...


  • ovais43 81w

    What should we do?


    What should we do?
    Shall we close our eyes?
    We see naked truth.
    For us, it's not a surprise.

    We want to speak,
    But it's against thy law.
    May be it's fragile,
    May be it's made of straw.

    What should we do?
    You're stealing freedom,
    Our freedom, you know;
    Because of thy barbarism.

  • caesarborgia 85w

    This verse is of one of my well wishers which I converted to a poetry. The person wanted to explain me that the world is opportunist where none is friend! If I give them precious gifts for free, which she termed as ‘charity’, I will be only the loser as they won't offer me help in return during times of need. She proved this by an incident:-
    It was the day of map work in my school. I had many maps hence I distributed it for free among my classmates leaving one for me. In due course time my map was stolen by someone. I asked for extra maps as many had it but none gave it to me.

    From that very date, my eyes were open and I understood that none is friend in world. Hence I thank that person very much to open my eyes and prevent my exploitation.

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    Living is not a living in which you die!
    Explore the world around where you lie!
    Come out of box now unchain yourself!
    Real world offers you no love and help.

    Get rid of cares you silly little boy!
    Stop doing charity here, It's not a toy.
    Your father own a charitable institute!
    But why are you paying tribute?
    Stop playing charitable prelude.

    You are the cause to poison the earth!
    You wretched head! Who gave you birth?
    Shut your charity fast you fool!
    It's not your home but school.

    By Koustav Bhanja Choudhury

  • dancingbarefoot1971 99w

    3 wrongs

    don’t make a


  • jeitendra_sharma 99w

    I fear

    I fear Mediocracy
    of emotions
    love and hate,

    of creativity
    actions and executions,

    against the atrocities
    injustice and inequality,

    flags of feudal lords
    on the chest of
    peasants and labors,

    knife of corruption
    into the hearts of democracy
    distinction of class
    caste, creed, race, and sex
    to subjugate others,

    inhuman conditions
    immoral hight of idiots
    the madness that power brings
    social hierarchy
    rejection of human needs,

    leeches sucking blood
    form the dead corps
    of the fallacy
    charity to show others
    self-love of man
    over the others,

    hunger is the same
    so the food
    but the proportion is different
    some have more than enough
    to waste
    and others find food
    in that waste,

    a revolution against the system
    a numb system
    insensitive and dead
    to rebel
    who can't speak
    for themselves,


  • advitya 114w

    Cap God (nsfw)

    The oceans be boiling
    The farmers be toilin
    Africans be dying and
    slave kids in China be tryin
    Harder to make your iPhone 23S
    Watching coastlines sipping martinis
    in excess

    Melt my plastic ass and drown a generation of Asia in it
    Choke that shit harder to make McDonald's faster by a minute

    Kill your mother father sister, fucking kids unborn
    To make a plastic sex toy cause I'm bored of porn
    Skin you alive sell your knuckles teeth soul for a dime
    If it can shave some seconds off my Amazon prime

    Money sweet money fucking run the world, fool
    When your blood reach my shores I'll buy it a new blue
    Enslave, I hate, I rape, I burn, and do even better
    No remorse, you die, I leave the world a fashion trend setter

    Capitalism, bitch, are you awake motherfucker?
    Took all your flesh and bones, and then I crush'er
    To make my building of 123 storeys fool
    As this bitch burns, bitch I'll have the best view