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  • _barbie__ 4d

    #life #mess #silence

    Sometimes the only reason behind misunderstandings is the silence between two people,
    So always remember your relation is quite more important than your so called ego��

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    Life is already a mess , don't make it more intricate with your silence

  • akshay_vasu 6w

    Sky full of surprises

    #akshayvasu #sky #she #surprise #mess

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    She was the sky full of surprises. Her dreams were blue and breathtaking as a bright day, and her secrets were dark and poetic as a cold night. Either way, she was the most beautiful mess that one could ever come across.

    - Akshay Vasu

  • leo_dreamboat 6w


    My room is

    Broken pieces
    Here and there

    An imperfect
    Portrait of you
    Like a constellation
    More distant
    I have burnt
    All stars
    And scars too!!!

    Table lamp is dusty
    Ashes of cigarettes
    And that of my past

    (Don't worry
    It's a lighter!!!)


  • another_writer 12w

    Do you feel hated?
    Never wanted?
    Or just like a burden on the heads of people whom you love.

    Do you want to leave?
    Or just like digging a grave and sleeping in it with peace.

    Do you feel deprived?
    Uncared and unloved?
    Or just like that book on the shelf which people don't buy to read but to keep.

    Do you feel anxious?
    Scared and uncomfortable?
    Or just like the world would be more beautiful if you didn't existed.

    I have felt this for years now. Coping up with growing us is so cool, but what about this anxiety that's growing within us? I don't know. But here's something that has kept me going till now.

    #strangers #anxiety #unloved #depressed #mess

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    Let me tell you a little secret,
    You are strong, because you accept your anxiety.
    Unlike them, finding and escape from there evil soul. By calling you a mess, an emotionally handicapped being.
    You deserve to live more than any of them.
    Even if nobody could ever love you,
    Never let yourself hate you.


  • another_writer 12w

    People will want you to express happiness,
    But not sadness.
    Because in your smiles they feel their contribution,
    But in your pain they will refuse to accept their guilt.
    Being guilty is not cool, right.
    So, they will call you crazy, make you a mess and move on in life.


  • another_writer 12w

    People will break you inside out,
    And call you crazy when you react.


  • another_writer 12w


    #strangers #anxiety #mess

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    Never tell them their fault,
    They will scream on you.
    They won't plead guilty,
    But make you a mess.


  • marlven 14w

    Serenity: state of being calm and untroubled...
    Going through the situation where we become just body and not able to analyze the situation and how to deal with it under pressure is worst feeling...
    At this time some moments of peace may help to bring back ownself to the present and continue on work...
    Conversation with ownself is much needed at this time...

    #mind #mess #life #lost #mirakee

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    When mind finds messiness in life,
    It demands some moments at natural place....
    An Evening Serenity before sea...

  • siddhant_scribbles 14w

    The Mess!

    The spark that you carry within
    Is not something others can see
    Only you can nurture it, with passion
    Till it blooms into a burning fire
    And reflects from those eyes of yours!

    Until then, make sure no one sees it
    For they won't understand a bit
    The world outside takes us dreamers
    For outliers, the odd ones who can't gel in
    And thus, create norms to weed us out!

    You are the leap of faith that guides others
    Be that guiding light, at end of the tunnel
    Don't let the shine fade away into darkness
    Don't let the dream stray away into nothingness
    Let the world despise, for they don't have a choice!

    Here's to the ones who dream
    Foolish as they may seem
    Here's to the hearts that ache
    Here's to the mess we make (La La Land)


  • weirdwriter 16w

    •|Chaos is a friend of mine|•

    Chaos is a friend of mine
    not so frank, not so fine
    he keeps on urging to incline
    towards all the mess but I untwine!

    whenever I feel a bit organised
    I call him up & get disorganised
    I enjoy his company from heaven to hell
    He's so frustrating but still I dwell!

    chaos is a friend of mine
    who's there with me from five to nine
    we both love curves and hate straight lines
    there becomes a solid messy combo when we both combine!

    we laugh together, we slay together
    riding on the filthy, tortuous sledger
    chaos is a friend of mine
    not so frank, not so fine!

    Oh yes! He's a friend of mine!


  • mrspectacular 16w


    Everyone in the family of the Debachevs loves Uncle Wilson. He is the senior brother of Emmanuel Debachev. He is a little too opinionated and believes whatever belongs to Emmanuel belongs to him as well except Emmanuel's wife which he, Wilson, believes is the only area he has no jurisdiction or right over.
    He loves his nephews and nieces so much that whenever he would come visiting, he would always come with bedtime and free time stories for them alongside some other tangible goodies but this traditional routine would soon be queried and ultimately cease too soon.
    'Welcome, Uncle Wilson', Emmanuella, his 13 year old niece screams with joy as she opens the door, giving Uncle Wilson a brief hug before leading him into the house to meet the others.
    'Hello everyone', Uncle Wilson screams as he sees the rest of the family all seated in the sitting room having some family time before the television. Hearing his voice, his twin 6-year old nephews, Franklin & Ferdinard come running to him for a welcome hug while his other 17 year old niece Brittany watches on amazed, waiting for him to relax so she can just pop in and say 'hello, Uncle Wilson' and he will whisper 'there's my senior lady' and gives her a kiss on the back of her hand.
    Days run into weeks and suddenly the wonderful Uncle Wilson everyone seems to love so much has Angela, 30 year old wife and mother of the Debachevs wondering when Wilson will be leaving the house back to his own apartment wherever that is. They feel it would be too crazy to ask him to leave so they decide to wait a little longer enduring what they term to be migrainous excesses.
    'He is driving us crazy too', Mr. & Mrs. Debachev would say to the kids when they come to them with complaints of how they would want him to leave.
    'First it was wonderful to see him after so long a while but right now, I cannot deal with him anymore. Can he just go already?', Brittany asks with some atom of disgust.
    'I do not like Uncle Wilson anymore. When is he going back?', Emmanuella grumpily asks as she walks into her parents' room in a tantrum.
    'Don't worry Emmanuella. It'll be over soon okay?', Angela says to Emmanuella softly and Emmanuella nods her head happily as she flashes a smile. 'Now can you excuse us. I want to have a little talk with your dad?'
    'Alright mom', Emmanuella says as she walks out of the room to go meet the other kids in the sitting room.
    For a few minutes, there is a deafening silence interrupted only by the wall clock ticking. Then Angela and Emmanuel say at the same time, 'So...:' They both want to start the conversation unknown by the other, assuming that the other was unaware of the import of the discussion. But when Emmanuel realizes that Angela has something to discuss, he allows her have the floor believing that her issue may be more weighty than his own discussion and on the grounds of the fact that he had been brought up to always put his lady before himself no matter what,
    'Ok. You go first, my love', Emmanuel says with a smile.
    'Thank you for always being a gentleman, baby', Angela replies. 'It's about Uncle Wilson's
    'Oh wow. We are really made for each other', Emmanuel says with a loving pride. 'That's exactly what I want to talk to you about as well'

    Emmanuel and Angela talk for a few minutes about how they might have made an error being so welcoming of him in the first place.
    'Ok, now we are not happy with his visit anymore. What shall we do to get him out?', Angela asks as they round off their debates and talks on the 'Uncle Wilson' matter.
    Emmanuel strokes his chin and looks up for two minutes and a few seconds as if asking Heaven for direction on the matter and listening for a feedback.
    'I've got it', Emmanuel says as he turns to Angela abruptly shaking her gently by her shoulders. He tells his plan to Angela is a whispery tone and she surely likes it because she would not be directly involved in the plan. It will be all Emmanuel's actions from here on out. Uncle Wilson still has his character in him when Emmanuel approaches him so it makes it quite easy and difficult at the same time to execute the plan. He is aware of the fact that Uncle Wilson may feel hurt and heartbroken by what Emmanuel would say to him but it is for a greater good so he does it anyway.
    'Uncle Wilson, You know I love you right?', Emmanuel asks trying to give a soft landing to the bomb he is about to drop.
    'Of course I do and I love you all too so much and that is why I have decided to....', Uncle Wilson is still talking when he is interrupted by Emmanuel.
    'Uncle Wilson you have to go', Emmanuel blurts out surprising himself.
    'You did not let me finish, Emmanuel', he says defensively. 'I wanted to say that's why I have decided to leave so I can keep things fresh but you did not let me finish. Anyways, I will be leaving this evening. I will miss you all'
    'We'll miss you too, Wilson', Emmanuel says quietly and somewhat emotionally.
    In the evening, Emmanuel drives Wilson to the airport with the rest of the family have mixed feelings about the whole thing. Yes they want him gone but watching Emmanuel drive him out of the compound and to the airport, sort of, makes them want to jump in front of the sedan he is being driven in by Emmanuel and beg him to return to the house but he is already on his way and it would be awkward to turn him back at that moment. They therefore decide to save the longing for the next visit which they hope will be soon.


  • afza147 16w


    Life right now is an uncertainty with lots of mess piles up

  • bhavti 17w

    एक जीवन है.. कुछ सपने हैं
    कुछ बेगाने हैं.. कुछ अपने हैं,
    एक प्रीत, सागर से गहरी है,
    एक नजर क्षितिज पर ठहरी है,

    एक मन है.. कुछ आशाएं हैं,
    कहीं मौन है... कहीं भाषाएं है,
    कहीं हृदय ने उत्तर माला बुनी है,
    कहीं विवेक की प्रश्नावली तनी है,

    एक मैं हूं....एक संसार है,
    एक उद्गम है...एक विस्तार है,
    चाहा उस व्यक्तित्व को पाना है,
    ठाना इस अस्तित्व का हो जाना है...

  • harieth_3 18w

    No way out

    It's not quiet in here,
    Not even a little bit,
    Not ever.
    I can see but my vision isn't clear.
    And I always forget.
    that is,
    Just until I start to remember.
    I couldn't tell you the last time I was comfortable.
    Is that even a real feeling?
    Am I delusional?
    North, east, south or west?
    This place I'm existing in,
    is a dead end.
    All to real to be pretend
    So I close my eyes to rest,
    And let time continue as it doesn't exist.

    Timeless Is ticking with doubt.
    And there's still no way out.

  • kjumai 20w

    Is a poet emotional?. We write when we're down. I can't seem to differentiate.

    *i can't seem to pen anything down. It's frustrating.

    #kjumai #myqoute #instagram #mirakee #post #penned #2021 #2020 #mess #writeup #stories #mirakee #time #name #diaries #me #explore #contents #mirakeans #stories #nerve #me

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    Is a poet emotional?. We write when we're down. I can't seem to differentiate.


  • ruchikamohata 21w

    I'll love the imperfect you forever, but I'll never confess,
    I already know you are somebody else's beautiful mess!


  • lost___illusion 21w


    Our story ends here
    and it has been fulfilling.

    I'll miss you, terribly
    I leave you _____lovingly.

    Until the next life.


  • kjumai 21w

    I wrote a horrible story with your name as the theme. A beautiful quandary of bliss and mess. My words float like bloating ink touching your name as breathing bouyant roots. It was exhausting, drenching my every nerve. And alas! It came to an end.
    Time wasted.

  • lost___illusion 21w


    "The moment you left me, my head was split in two, one side was filled with memories, the other side died with you. I often lay awake at night when the world is fast asleep, and take a walk down memory lane with tears upon my cheak. Remembering you is easy. I do it everyday, but missing you is a heartache that never goes away. I hold you tightly within my heart and there you will remain, you see life has gone on without you, but will never be the same. "

  • lost___illusion 21w


    Tujhe paane ki fursat na mill saaki ,
    Hum teray shehar mai bikte rahe kitaboo ki tarah