Mirakee
Origin
The jar was all that was left after Jane's grandmother had disappeared 3 days ago; Taking with her Jane's whole world. All that was left was contents of the jar: The jute threads on the letter slowly falling apart. Roses with no fragrance and photographs thoroughly aged with time.
Holding back a sob, she pulled out a photograph from her grandma's younger years. A group of three fine young ladies from the supernatural club. In search of the next big story. Some groundbreaking revelation. Slowly she ran her fingers over the photo. She couldn't hold back the tears no more.
"Where are you grandma..?" Jane said to herself. A teardrop crashing on the photo. But then she smelt it, Roses! But where from? She looked out the window, there were no roses in her grandmother's yard. She never planted any. She then looked into the jar and gasped, the Rose had revived. The jute threads back to their former integrity and photos back in a stat where it looked like it was just taken yesterday. What was happening !?
Jane hastily pulled out the letter and undid it's knot. She could smell the ink on it like it was written mere minutes ago. It read..
' If Matilda read it correctly; 31 years from now, the flowers will bloom again and revive everything around it.. and when that happens; I hope it'll awaken in you what it awoke in me the day we found it.. and when it does.. you'll know where to coming looking.. the winds will guide you.. Like it does for every Sylph
~To Jane ~Love Grandma '
Overwhelmed, Jane shut the jar, the glass container sucking in all the unfamiliar winds with it. It felt like everything went back to it's former state. A wind then blew past her as if it had something to tell her. Was it all true? Is this why she always felt out of place? Different?
Is Jane even human?
©thewritingbunny
#identitycrisis
37 posts-
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pawneshdhami
12w
कुछ हैं की नहीं
कुछ हैं की लाशों उड़ाए जारे हैं, राख बहाते जारे हैं
नहीं कुछ हैं की लाख बचाए जारे है और उड़ाए जारे हैं
कुछ हैं की चिल्ला रहे हैं, खारे हैं
नहीं कुछ हैं की चिल्ला रहे हैं और लताड़े जारे हैं
कुछ हैं की दिल से सोच रे हैं, दिमाग़ के मारे हैं
नहीं कुछ हैं की दिमाग़ से सोच रे हैं और दिल के खारे हैं
कुछ हैं की समझ में आरे हैं, सपनों में आना भूल जारे हैं
नहीं कुछ हैं की सपनों में आरे हैं और समझ के खारे हैं।
©Pawnesh Dhami14 12
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pakhi1738
जा रे somewhat means "go away". What I am concluding from this conversation is that जारे is basically the same thing but it's sorta misunderstood pronunciation of जा रे.
Okay. Let's just take example of Kishor sir's song that you mentioned. The speed of that song made the two words feel like it's combined like a single word. That usually happens when someone's speaking really fast or because of different accent or dialect. When you are not familiar enough with the language, things like this happen.
Also, sometimes poets (in order to maintain a certain rhyming scheme in their work) end up moulding the actual word. The word itself doesn't have a meaning but when it's there in that piece with other words, readers are able to derive the meaning it is supposed to be conveying.
I hope that makes any sense to you. If it doesn't, I am sorry. I tried my best. - pawneshdhami Yes now I got it, thanks for enlighting me
- _nida_ So beautifully writte❤️❤️
- pawneshdhami @_nida_ thanks nida❤️
- _nida_ Your welcome❤️
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pakhi1738
जा रे somewhat means "go away". What I am concluding from this conversation is that जारे is basically the same thing but it's sorta misunderstood pronunciation of जा रे.
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I often ask myself about who am I?
Sometimes I feel like sunshine,
Spreading positivity.
And other times, I'm the darkest void,
Consuming everything that passes.
I'm that cheery friend,
That will make you happy over anything.
And sometimes I'm like a dark Kitsune,
Feeding on pain, fear and insecurities.
I can be that Over possesive girl,
The most caring one for you.
And I am the one who will lose
her limits to get back to you after a fight or
rough day.
Socialising is my quality I say,
Yet I ghost everyone I find in the way.
Some days I am happy with even a single person by my side,
Yet the thought of me being with everyone,
Makes me feel so lost at times.
I feel like I'm the chaos and still I can be the calm.
I'm the yin to my own yang.
I feel like this huge ocean on a full moon night,
My waves up so high.
And the next moment,
I'm like this stagnant pool.
I start where I end.
Or maybe I never do.
Maybe my two sides are only in my head.
©theshatteredpiecess -
juhiyverma_
29w
Read MoreA moment to reflect
inner thoughts or emotions,
anything great.
or maybe writing on paper.
a grey-green Somnolence;
without need of words.
or a vast, benevolent world,
the people in it, accounted.
a few drops of Something
a thought , a hope ?
an unfortunate, indescribable
air of expectation.
a story,
an affair.
a little poetry,
a little lying.
insinuating
the greatness of man's intellect,
alone;
yet happy enough to carry herself;
something
beautifully smooth,
short-sighted,
terribly dangerous.
all those words,
she could not say right.
©juhiyverma_
#life#love#words#she#her#destruction#ephemeral#obscurethoughts#survival#identitycrisis#chaos
#chaoticlife#lifeistough#bsyunhi#justafewwords#piets#writers#justwords#blackoutpoetry#foundpoetryCogitation...
A moment to reflect
inner thoughts or emotions,
anything great.
or maybe writing on paper.
a grey-green Somnolence;
without need of words.
or a vast, benevolent world,
the people in it, accounted.
a few drops of Something
a thought , a hope ?
an unfortunate, indescribable
air of expectation.
a story,an affair. a little poetry, a little lying.
insinuating the greatness of man's intellect,
alone;yet happy enough to carry herself;
something beautifully smooth,short-sighted,
terribly dangerous.
all those words,she could not say right.
©juhiyverma_ -
juhiyverma_
30w
Read More
her thoughts,
the words
her mind
the measure of
life
destruction;
all ephemeral,
obscured,
with an impulse of terror
faintly malicious;
with Her,
it all ceased.
©juhiyverma_
#life#love#words#she#her#destruction#ephemeral#obscurethoughts#survival#identitycrisis#chaos
#chaoticlife#lifeistough#bsyunhi#justafewwords#piets#writers#justwords#blackoutpoetry#foundpoetryher thoughts,
the words
her mind
the measure of
life
destruction;
all ephemeral,
obscured,
with an impulse of terror
faintly malicious;
with Her,
it all ceased.
©juhiyverma_12 3 3
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priyanka_raaj
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- aasif_mirzaa Deep though
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priyanka_raaj
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Am i me? Or am I one with no body
Sometimes I question my existence, and the true nature of my perceived reality. Am I a fragment of imagination, am I fleeting ghost inconsistently bound to the body in flesh and blood. Am I a dream, or am I living in a dream with everything of my making. Am I living, the way life is lived, or am I dieing every second, only to reach there where I know eternal release, emptiness, peace, surrender, awaits me patiently.
©hope95 -
lost_aksorn
58w
Read MoreThis is a poem resounding my life and my struggles, that I put in order to be understood and relate. As a growing trans kid in India, it was a challenge in itself for it morphed my identity since school days till today.
#LGBTQ #mentalhealth #identitycrisis
@writersnetwork @mirakeeMY IDENTITY
The world already seemed to have a norm.
way before, I was even born.
Except for my choices,
I did give in all of my voices.
Expectations, hit the ground.
And my identity was lost and found.
©_nerdkin -
hridyam
58w
He dressed himself in a persona
That was choosen by her.
He made her satisfied
At the cost of identity crisis.
©hridyam -
pulanechoane
69w
Drunk
I'm drunk AF right now
And a whole different me is on right now
And I can't really figure out if this is the real me
Or drunk me.
She feels real though-
Like she just has alot of alcohol in her system
To help her escape
Or cope.
But apart from that, all the emotions are raw and real.
All the thoughts she has are true and sensible
A lil bit too real.
Whatever it is,
I hope I wake up in a few hours-
Sober.
So I convince myself that everything
I thought,
And was, tonight
Was just the alcohol speaking.
That I'm not really the ish I think
Or say when I've had a few drinks.
Even though I know in my heart of hearts
That it's all real and true.
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That at my most drunk, I'm most sober. -
manu_thewriter
82w
S/o Adversity
Each time life fails me,
I just fall apart...
Like a ripped log of wood...
Attacked by an army of termites!!
Each time life fails me,
I just roll down..
Crumbling under by own weight..
Never able to stand again!!
Each time life fails me,
I rip into two..
One, who gives up and dies,
The other, who lives.
To fight another day!!!
It's allowed to lose,
To win the next battle,
Till then, keep breathing..
Coz you're the S/o Adversity!!
©manu_thewriter -
kausartasneem
89w
Innocent at the age of 13
Temptations are hard to resist
Adolescence was just a phase
Hormones were always in race
Life felt like a thorn bridge
Crossing every minute every second of that ridge
Good and Evil exists within me
Am I a monster or Angel with black wings?
Falling of the edge or flying up to Sun
Wings of Icarus are these, which will surely burn.
©kausartasneem -
frederico
98w
Read MoreIdentity Crisis 1;
The beginning ...
With St. Stephanus
the path was set for a new world.
The "Our Father"
meant an introduction
in Christian prayer,
as well as "bless this food"
and "lead us home safely".
The "Beren Botje" song
was set aside for a while
in favor of "Ga je Mee" ("Will you Join")
and "Let the Children Come to Me";
praise
made its first appearance
in my life.
And then
came the stories of Heavenly love
about The Son,
His works,
His miracles and signs,
His crucified death;
the first seeds were sown.
"My book of Bible stories"
was the beginning
of knowledge broadening.
"The Picture Bible for All Ages"
brought a mild deepening.
The Bible itself
was still many steps too far away.
Praise flowed into worshipping
at the youngsters of the Dian ministry.
Truely, a valued asset;
new, different,
but with an instant impact.
No organ,
no bare music either,
but the "boring" guidance
on the strings of the acoustic guitar
made THÈ difference.
It felt like Psalm 23;
refreshment of the soul,
a feeling of peace and glory,
hard to describe,
hard to be written down.
Then ...
unconsciously
questions arose;
Who am I?
Who would I like to be?
A "Javinistic" Muslim?
An Islamic Christian?
An all-religion-one-god sympathizer?
Or a "re-born again" Christian?
Identity crisis
started to set in ...
Frederico
29 Jul 2018
Original: Identititeitscrisis 1; Het Begin (dutch)
#IdentityCrisis
#christianIdentity Crisis 1;
©frederico -
byintrovert
107w
Read MoreNot forever, hopefully.
So wake up and don't be silly!
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It's another food for thought!
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Repeated intuitions lead to ways of life
Repeated ways of life lead to beliefs
Repeated beliefs lead to core values
Repeated core values lead to principal
Principal, when held firmly, makes the real you.
The person who you always long to be
But are too scared to embrace it wholefully
As social norms and moral values
Most definitely clash with it.
But beneath it,
Is the secret to happiness.
Human is funny isn't it?
They denied what their true self have had wanted since the beginning
Leading to this downward spiral of sadness.
©byintrovert140 63 34
- _perky_ @byintrovert yaah sure...
- _the_lost_angel_ @byintrovert pleasure is mine dearie...
- zarshaq I'm honoured to be counted in your list... I'm glad to read your write-ups
- wind_chime7 Wonderful
- _phoenix Yeah human is funny sometimes abhorring too take care of yourself mate
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raenu23
113w
Read More#mirakee #writersofinstagram #poetry #writersnetwork #quotes #writer #wordporn #poems #quoteoftheday #writing #writersofig #writersofmirakee #stories#quote#writerscommunity#writerstolli
#instagood#scribbledstories#mirakeeworld#malaysianpoet#poet#english#mymuse#different#genderissues#identitycrisisDifferent
That night,
I saw anger, smoldering vigorously, suffocating the once tranquil atmosphere of our home. My body curled in, with fear and I felt squeamish.
Dad said I was different. He told me it was not right to feel different. He told me it was wrong. He said I was possessed and needed to be cleansed. He threw away my dangling earrings, burnt the red dress which I hid, in my closet and demolished my vanity.
He painted my walls blue, hung fighter jets and pasted Spiderman posters. Dad was happy. I knew he was. He was glowing with satisfaction.
But Dad, 'I was never different.'
Or was I?
nunuwrites2310 2
- wordespresso @raenu23 f you don't have any problem then will you please write for my Instagram writing page as the way you write on Mirakee.? I need a bunch of writers to write out there.
- raenu23 @irrepressible_livewire I have my own page on insta. I do post my poems there too. @nunuwrites23 (instagram).
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greywithwords
115w
seconds after your ugly
switches masks with
my beautiful,
our eyes still droop
and our brows
fall in utter gloom;
wearing plastic smiles to fix identify crisis
when what we need do
is hug our own souls
for what we seek, we have
already.
-greywithwords -
My identity crisis is so gravely deep, that I don't understand whether I'm rediscovering myself or just blatantly imitating others.
©aritra1902 -
infinity_intellect
117w
War with no sides
My mind, the battleground.
Host to an endless war,
a ravaging war, fueled by doubts;
doubts of identity,failures, the future, the present.
In this war, the vanquisher and the vanquished are one.
The nature of victory and loss in this war is convoluted beyond reason,
for this war has no sides.
©infinity_intellect -
Who am I?
More of a problem, less of a person -
tadipar_misra
121w
शहर
शहरों की जमात में,
अपने शहर की बात ही कुछ और है।
दिक़्क़त बस इतनी है,
कि अपना शहर कौन सा है,
ये मालूम नहीं।
©tadipar_misra18 6 1
- sabyaroyalking Well penned.... can also check my posts
- tadipar_misra @sabyaroyalking sure bhai.
- tadipar_misra @hreetu haha. Well. Bas pata ho ki jana kahaan hai.
