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  • rajvis 2w

    Be clear
    not loud
    #mirakee #loud
    #clear #poem

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  • distilled_thoughts 2w

    Silence Spoke Aloud

    I stood listening,
    The silence deafeningly loud,
    Echoed all around,
    Carrying hundreds of messages,
    Ambiguously clear.

    The silence taught me,
    Lessons in its thunderous voice,
    With closed eyes I found my way,
    For inside is the way to the world,
    The prisoner always holds his key.


  • niaj_ihdirap 3w


    she is loud that's what they see,
    but deep inside it's a buried tree,
    once silent she used to be,
    her roots then lay dead in the sea,
    for the years it took for her to plea,
    she's now bold enough to let others see
    (with a silent craze brewing inside her),
    what her place should be!

  • jassiepb 4w

    If we are in a public place together and you are being loud and inappropriate then we are no longer friends.

  • _jjaura_ 5w


    Ever tried going to the terrace on a windy day and music buzzing on a loud voice with your earphones plugged in? Magic. I know right?
    You are there but your soul is floating in the air. Pure bliss! ❤️

  • gopika_singh 5w

    This is not complete yet...
    Full version coming soon.

    @writersnetwork @mirakee

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    I'd stare out the windows
    High up the ceiling
    I'd watch the blue skies
    Slowly revealing
    The parts of itself
    From behind the curtains
    Made of cotton feathers and
    Impetuous versions

    When the dark engulfs
    My pretty blue ether
    I watch her go
    My beautiful mother
    She'd lock me inside
    Away from the clamour
    She would go out of this
    Silenced manor

    The furniture trumpets
    Announce its dawn again
    The shrieking dishes
    They call out my name
    We eat, I roam
    I watch things in monotone
    Things laugh and they cry
    In this cold catacomb

    When the velvet black
    Wraps the daylight within
    And the holes in its fabric
    Shimmer and wink
    I watch him go
    With a sad dumb smile
    My father he goes
    Out in the hostile

    The cutlery whisper
    The doors go wham
    But the people living in this house
    Are silent as a lamb
    I am that cloud
    Peeking purposelessly across
    No language or expression
    Had no voice to my thought

    But then one day
    The trumpets didn't call
    No fights, no babble
    There was no noise at all
    I searched for the silence
    In this muffled muted dome
    I searched for my parents
    But they didn't return home...

    The deafening noises
    Of the other world
    Grew louder and louder
    As they were hurled
    They'd bang on my door
    Shatter our defences
    But the silence forcing me
    To cross through the fences

  • kajalpawar2911 6w

    "Was your ego too loud to whisper the love?"

  • a_gentilischi 7w

    2021.02. 25
    Written rights : ©a_gentilischi

    #mirakee #writersnetwork
    @writersnetwork @mirakee
    #birdsong #music #pod
    #loud #human #thoughts

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    Birdsong is always given freely
    Borne with love for a mangled world
    It sings of freedom and sunshine
    Of hopes on spun gold twirled

    I wonder how you hear it
    With your earphones all plugged in
    To the cacophony of humanity
    Which swallows you in its din


  • lifelessons14 8w


    Right left
    Hhuup nope
    Silent tap

    You first saw me,
    Love at first site,
    In a cherry blooming in the morning,
    Wit over sweat,
    Failure over success,
    Pain over Love,
    It's isn't horseshoe...it's u now...

  • aditya_jain_07 9w


    Iss desh ke woh laal hai ,
    Sarhad pe woh dhaal hai.
    Jaan hai, shaan hai, iss desh ke woh maan hai,
    Iss mitti pe karte apna sab kuch woh kurbaan hai.
    Yuh toh iss jahan main rang hai kai,
    Lekin tirange sa khubsurat aur koi nahi.


  • pakhi1738 13w

    If you are new here, please visit #horrorstoryormolestationstory to read the previous stories of the series and don't forget to leave a feedback if you read any.


    Everything was normal for next couple days. No weirdos, no unknown calls, no stupid texts. It was almost as if nothing happened. But those calls started again. He would just call her, wait for her to pick up, call back again if she doesn't pick up, completely silent if someone else picked up instead of her, text her if she picked up once and then shouted and hung up. It was making her crazy. She couldn't sleep, couldn't focus on her homework. She freaked out every single time that phone rang and would run and grab it to see if it was him or someone else.

    After a while, every ringing phone started giving her chills and she would just black out for a second or two. Initially she thought that whoever that person was, he would just realise that she was not interested in whatever shit was going in his head but it just kept getting worse. It was pretty obvious that it was now just a game for him and he was really enjoying it. There were moments when she wanted to talk to her parents about what was happening and it would all go away but then she also didn't knew what their reaction to that situation will be like. Her parents were not the kind of people who were really friendly and open with their kids so she wasn't sure if she could trust them or not. It was just a lot for her little brain. She just stopped talking. She tried talking to Ritika but all she got from her was, "I told him that it's not my number. I asked him not to call you. I can't do anything if he doesn't listen."

    It continued for 6 months. He initially used to call after her school when she was at home but then he went on to calling her when she was in school. Her mother once picked up the call but he didn't said anything as he didn't recognised her voice. She didn't tried calling back thinking it was a wrong number. Once, she was watching TV with her father when the phone rang. Her father was about to answer it but she got to it first. "Hello?", she said. He started talking rubbish like always once he recognised her voice. Her father was still sitting right next to her so she just disconnected the call and told her father that it was a computer call.

    The moment she said it, she realised that it was a mistake. She should have said it was a wrong number because he was going to call back again and it would look bad. He called back again and this time, her father answered it. He kept saying "hello" but no one answered back from the other side. He disconnected the call thinking that it might be some network issue. That was the moment she knew she had to really do something about it. She had to tell an adult, anyone but her parents, just in case the situation got out of control. She thought about it for days and made a plan that was really risky but at the same time, sounded pretty much perfect in her head. She decided to talk to Ritika again and ask her to talk to that person and make it all stop before she actually carried on with the plan. Her reaction was, "you can do whatever you want. I don't care about you. You can't do anything. All you have is just words". That's the kind of motivation Aayasha was looking for so she left by saying, "you asked for it".

    She wrote a letter for Ritika's aunt explaining everything, gave it to her 6 years old daughter and asked her to give it to her mother the moment she reach home after school. She had a lot going in her head that day. All the possibilities of it all going wrong and biting her in the ass, what might be happening in their house, what if she decides to come over and talk to her parents? She couldn't sleep, partly because of the fear that everything might go wrong and partly because she felt like she betrayed her friend. Next morning, she saw Ritika in the school bus. It was written all over her face that she has been crying. Later that day, Ritika's aunt came to talk to her after school. She already got a heads up about it from one of Ritika's cousin in the morning so she was prepared for it. The moment she saw her in school, her first instinct was to run away because she had no idea what that conversation was going to be like but then she had to go see her because one of her teacher got involved. It was not a pleasant conversation but it could have been much worse so she was a bit satisfied. She gave that phone number to her aunt and that teacher when they asked for it. That person never called her again and her parents never found out anything about it. That number was printed in every single cell of her brain by then and she knew that she was probably never going to forget it.


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    Wrong number!
    (Part 2)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • pakhi1738 14w

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    It was time for the longest vacation for Indian school kids! Yes, you guessed it right. Summer vacation! Aayasha, a 13 years old girl, was very excited to live a month without having to step a foot out of her house. She was always like this. Sitting in a corner, busy in her own world, cooking up stories and doing homework.

    One fine afternoon, a friend of hers from school, who lived in her neighborhood, came to seek her help with some project work. Or at least that's what it looked like. Aayasha and her younger brother were sitting on the terrace doing their work when she came. Their mother, who was busy with household chores, directed her to the terrace. She looked a bit in rush and out of breath. "I want a phone. I have to make a call. It's urgent. Please. I want a phone", she said. Aayasha tried to calm her down but she wasn't ready to listen. She just kept repeating it and denied to tell her anything except that she would get into really big trouble if Aayasha didn't get her a phone. She started crying and Aayasha, completely lost and clueless of what was happening, came down and asked her mother for her phone. Before she could ask her anything, Aayasha said that her friend upstairs wanted another classmate's phone number. She was shaking because she has never lied to her mother before but she somehow controlled herself and ran back upstairs.

    Her friend snatched away that phone from her sweaty hands and started pressing the keys like a maniac. Aaysha didn't wanted to invade her privacy but her mind just wanted to make sure that she wasn't in any big trouble so her ears were trying their best to catch hold of some of the conversation. All she could hear was, "you need to break that SIM card or I'll get into so much trouble". She disconnected the call after the conversation was over, turned back to Aayasha, gave her the phone and said, "I told my aunty that I am going to Aayasha's house to ask her for her computer project and if I don't get back home soon with your file, she'll get suspicious". Aayasha tried asking her what was happening and if she could do anything to help her but she just ignored it and left with an almost empty project file.

    It was just 5-6 minutes since her friend left and Aayasha was lying down, soaking up some sunlight and processing what just happened when that phone rang. It was an unknown number so she ignored it. It rang again and this time she actually picked up the phone to have a proper look at the number on the screen. She froze. It was the same number her friend dialed a while ago. She knew that because she saw some of the last digits before her friend deleted it from the call history. ".......313". She kept staring at it, waiting and praying for the phone to stop ringing. It eventually did and she called her friend. It was her aunt's number.

    "Hello! Aunty namaste. Has Ritika reached home yet? I accidentally gave her a wrong file. Oh! Okay! Can you please ask her to come back and exchange it with the other file as soon as she gets back home? I need that file. I was working on that project when she came and I have to finish it by tonight". Ritika came back and was really mad about Aayasha calling her aunt. Aayasha told her about the call and asked her to call that person back and tell them that it was not her contact number. She did as Aayasha asked her to and left.

    The phone rang again roughly an hour later and it was the same number. She wanted to block it but couldn't because she didn't wanted her parents to get all suspicious about it just in case they somehow end up checking the blocked contacts lists. That person just wouldn't stop calling so she finally answered it. "Hey, listen! I don't know who you are but you need to stop calling. This is not Ritika's number", she said and was expecting an apology from the other side. But, "I don't care who you are. I just want to talk", that's what's she got. She was really angry and just so done with that person. Aayasha was usually not like any other "normal" teenagers but she was really short tempered. She wanted to shout but couldn't because her parents were home and she didn't wanted to grab any attention so she just hung up without saying anything. That person just kept calling her until he was just gave up.

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    Wrong number!
    (Part 1)

    [Horror story or molestation story]

  • yashvibansal 20w

    There's always this, there's always that,
    There's always somebody telling you you're lean or fat.
    For somebody you'll never be enough
    For others, you'll be too much.
    For one, you'll be too rough
    For another, you'll be too mush.
    So go your way
    Don't care
    The path's hard and people are always gonna lead you astray
    But don't you give up
    Not yet
    Not ever
    You'll show the world you are worthy and clever.
    You're tough for some
    Weak for others
    One considers you a foe
    Another a brother.
    So you don't you cry
    Don't you get afraid to try
    There's light at the end of the tunnel
    And there are stars even in that muddy puddle.
    You'll always be there
    For yourself you are here
    So be kind and have mercy
    But don't forget to show kindness to yourself too
    The world matters, yeah, but so do you.
    Love yourself incomplete
    Love yourself whole
    Look at the moon
    Whenever you forget this important goal
    Look at the stars, twinkling in the sky
    They weren't afraid to learn and try!
    They know they gotta burn at the end
    But before that, they have a lot of light to lend
    Love yourself like the sun
    So flawed, yet so fulfilled and one
    So clap when no one else does
    They don't understand your struggles
    You have wrestled your way here
    And you jolly well deserve your share.
    Celebrate your anger, your joy
    Understand that you have a right to cry
    Stay in tune with your feelings
    And stop chasing things
    You gotta learn, you gotta try
    You gotta crawl, you gotta fly
    So laugh out loud
    And continue to be
    Of your amazing self proud!��

    Image credit to rightful owner. I picked it up from Google.

    #love #soul #sprituality #loveNpeace #musings #thoughts #pod@mirakee #daily #challenge #chal #imagination #destruction #whirlpool #emotions #crescent #yourself #you #me #loveyourself #amazing #self #selflove #selflovechallenge #proud #laugh #moveon #crawl #fly #learn #try #continue #celebrate #joy #jot #emotion #smile #she #he #struggle #loud #sun #moon #stars #clap #kind #kindness #jolly #fill #full #incomplete #come #complete #whole #twinkle #afraid

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    Love Yourself!!

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    You gotta crawl, you gotta try
    You gotta fall, you gotta fly...

  • backstorypoetry 21w

    No t matter how things end up, be the best.
    No matter how you're treated, be good to others.

    Poetry by Nidhi S Shetty @nidhisshetty

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    #believe #believeinyourself #strength #situation #strong #problems #solutions #weak #goodorbad #experience #absorb #happened #surprises #learn #good #bad #hurt #heal #benice #sweet #rude #loud

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    Try not to be a filthy thorn; but
    Be a flower that blooms unmindful of its beauty
    Try not to be melting wax; but
    Be a candle that's heedless of its light
    Try not to be a shedding leaf ; but
    Be a tree that spreads wide and large .
    Try not to hurt while you can heal
    Better be nice and sweet than rude and loud..
    - Nidhi S Shetty

  • deepflowsoul 26w

    When they won't listen to words silence can shake the ground.

    #pain #silence #broken #loud #worth #voice

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    All is lost.

    A broken voice is still worthy of ears.
    My breakers never listened to my tears.
    Now there is only silence,
    Its the loudest thing they now hear.

  • sou_816 26w

    Loud Enough

    "I am a black-dalith-women"
    Hope it says it all.

  • anu420 27w

    Killing loneliness .

    I am lonely but not sad , mad but not fat .
    I sleep, eat ,walk and do everything to make me happy .
    Happy but not flying on the cloud , I am loud but make my words shout .
    No one makes me depressed because I am happy go lucky by my side . Left or right go straight and make yourself wide .
    Might you are lucky , and go chuckie .
    Then chuckie , mucky and shaky farts together and makes you better .

  • aditya_jain_07 32w


    Sometime people whom you choose don't choose you.
    Sometime people you care, don't care about you.
    Sometime people whom you address as "MY PEOPLE" doesn't even consider you any where close to a GOOD FRIEND.

    But all these "sometime" shouldn't stop you from being what you actually are.

  • ms_shayara 37w

    I’m quiet but
    my mind is loud
    Since I’ve
    started observing,
    it gave me no doubt.
    Caged thoughts
    Fighting for bail
    Wanting to come out
    Just like a falling hail.
    ~ Nancy Uppal

    P.S. - My mind is sure of what it has obeserved.


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    Since I have started observing,
    my mind has given me no doubt.

    - Nancy Uppal


  • inked_feeling 40w


    गर अश्कों को बहा भी दोगे,
    तो देखेगा कौन।
    शोर - ओ - गुल के बीच में ,
    तुम्हारी खामोशी को सुनेगा कौन ।
    गम जितना भी हो दफ्न कर लो सीने में ,
    बनावट से भरी इस दुनिया में ,
    दर्द को तुम्हरे महसूस करेगा कौन।।