548 posts
  • beensn 3w


    I still remember the story narrated by my primary teacher,
    Which is the best lesson forever.
    An illiterate goes to a restaurant to have some food,
    When he couldn't read the menu card, he feels bad.
    He had to order something to manage,
    So he orders 'upma' in his own language.
    As he was watching the person in the table opposite,
    Having the dish which he wanted to taste.
    Waits for a little till the other person says repeat,
    The waiter serves another plate of the same dish to treat.
    He is happy that he got the name,
    Says 'repeat' and the waiter gets 'Upma' the same!
    Can you imagine his state of mind?
    Copying others is okay as long as your mind is not blind.

  • sarodinesh 4w

    Believe that

    Forced deviations, also may lead to new augments!


  • sreerams 6w

    Getting Hurt
    This is a continuous process that
    None can escape
    I repeat : No one!

  • debangana_gogoi 8w

    Love is the most overrated thing in the world. I can tell you that for sure!
    Well the memories are tedious. Keep on coming every night.

    #love #firstkiss #memories #highschoollove #cyclesoflove #firstlove #bfgf #cassettes #repeat #play #littlethings #always #hungergames #entralled #liesandlove

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    It's like a cycle,
    Right from the start till the end.
    It keeps on playing inside my head.
    It's like a song
    Played on loop.

    We beneath the dark skies
    On lone streets.
    Walking together.

    There's that terrace
    Where you would play the guitar
    And I would listen peacefully
    The strums which struck a melody in my heart
    The sound which bind us together.

    Love which progressed slowly,
    Enthralling both of us
    We would share tiny tales from our terrible lives
    Little things which made us laugh
    Little things which made us cry

    Memories all,
    It's a cycle
    It keeps playing
    All of these cassettes
    In my head


  • alexa09 11w

    repeat is questionable. again and again. still doing it again.

    #again #repeat @writersnetwork

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    i said it again
    still doing it again
    i said this ten times,
    again and again.

    reset is done
    still doing it again
    i know. its wrong.
    its hard to stop.
    but this train is out of
    control from the inside.

    i done it again.
    still doing it again.
    There is no hope for me for


  • tamilselvan_kandan 13w

    How Am I Now...
    I can't hold someone platonic
    I can't even hold someone✨to be in my life❤️
    I can't also hold someonewho wanted to be in my life
    All I Do Is Resent Everyone
    Not because of Hatred towards Life
    But The Fear Of Pastwhich may repeat
    If I Move On Forward⏩


  • thirteenthofaugust 17w


    I woke up feeling exhausted
    With the ray of sunshine beaming at me
    I stood up and did nothing
    In a blink of an eye, the light already left
    It was dark, the moonlight is shining like a diamond
    My day passed, yet i did not noticed
    My mind's afloat in the surface of fantasy
    Reminiscing, going back to the time you're here
    My world is frozen, stuck in a loop
    Wondering how are you doing
    Thinking about your happiness
    I was once that happiness, but now I'm no one
    Tick tock...
    The time is ticking... here we go again


  • plaintive_tears 17w

    Wrong path

    Someday you will again come to that moment
    where everything started and at that time
    you will choose another path
    instead of walking in the same line.


  • jan_balan 23w

    Ode to midnight

    There are many midnights
    I hold you firmly to cry
    shaking you vigorously
    asking you repeatedly
    Is the only thing I remember.

    There are many midnights
    I hold you firmly to cry
    The rectangle in you
    Enatagle the emotion
    and memories in mind.

    There are many midnights
    I hold you firmly to cry
    the cotton beanth the cover
    knows the value of tears
    and voice of mourning.

    There are many midnights
    I hold you firmly to cry
    Eyes getting drained
    Lips getting week and
    Heart getting heavy.

  • beensn 25w

    Making or facing

    Mistakes are mistakes but the results may differ,
    Mistakes for the first time gives us a better offer.
    It can be the best teacher,
    If one wants to be a learner.
    If you make it again and want to repeat,
    You may have to deeply regret.
    Mistakes have a multiplying effect,
    When used to coverup and not to correct.
    Camouflaging of mistakes serves the purpose temporarily,
    Better open up and face the world courageously.
    Mistake is never an answer for a mistake,
    Facing the perfection is the best way to break.

  • thefangirl 26w


    എനിക്ക് നിന്നെ ഒരുപാട് ഇഷ്ടമാണ് കുഞ്ഞി. ഒരുപാട് ഒരുപാട്.പഠിക്കുന്ന,മിടുക്കനെന്നും, ബുദ്ധിമാനെന്നും മുദ്രകുത്തുന്ന അവനെക്കാൾ നിന്നെയാണ് ഏറെ ഇഷ്ടം. പക്ഷേ കുറുമ്പെടുക്കുമ്പോൾ, ശ്രദ്ധിക്കാതെ വരുമ്പോൾ, ഒരു നൂറു വട്ടം ആവർത്തിച്ചു പറയേണ്ടി വരുമ്പോൾ..... എവിടെയൊക്കെയോ എനിക്കെന്റെ ക്ഷമ നഷ്ടപ്പെടുന്നു. ഈർക്കിലിയും ചൂരലും എടുക്കേണ്ടി വരുന്നു. എന്നിട്ടും ചുറ്റുമുള്ളവർ പറയുന്നത് എനിക്ക് ഒരുപാട് ക്ഷമയുണ്ടെന്നാണ്. നിന്നെ പഠിപ്പിച്ചിട്ടു കാര്യമില്ലെന്നാണ്. പക്ഷേ എപ്പോഴൊക്കെയോ എനിക്ക് നിന്നിൽ എന്നെ കാണാൻ സാധിക്കുന്നുണ്ട്. സംഭവിക്കുന്നത് എന്തെന്ന് അറിയാതെ സ്വയം കുറ്റപ്പെടുത്തി ശ്രദ്ധിക്കാനോ ഉത്തരങ്ങൾ നൽകാനോ ആവാതെ ഞാൻ പഠിച്ച മൂന്ന് കൊല്ലങ്ങളുടെ, ഓർമ്മ എന്നോട് പറയുന്നുണ്ട് നിന്റെ ബുദ്ധിമുട്ടുകൾ.എന്റെ അമ്മയുടേത് പോലെ നിന്റെ അമ്മയുടെ സങ്കടങ്ങൾ. ഞാൻ ഒരിക്കലും നിന്നെ കൈവിടില്ല. കൂടെ ഉണ്ടാകും എന്നും. നീ പഠിച്ചു കേറുന്നത് വരെ ഞാൻ കൂട്ടായിരിക്കും. പ്രശ്നങ്ങൾ ഉണ്ടെങ്കിൽ കണ്ടുപിടിക്കാൻ,പരിഹരിക്കാൻ,പിടിച്ചു കയറ്റാൻ ചേച്ചി കാണും എന്നും കൂടെ. ഇടക്കിടെ എടുക്കേണ്ടി വരുന്ന ഈർക്കിലിയും ചൂരലും നോവിക്കാതെ നോക്കാം ഞാൻ.... എങ്ങാനും നൊന്താൽ ക്ഷമിക്കണേ ഈ ചേച്ചിയോട്.

  • jithinsharma_7 27w

    Change is better than chaos

  • sarodinesh 27w

    The world is full of complications and chaos, rather than understanding try to relish them.

  • backstorypoetry 28w

    There is no schedule for inspiration.
    Whenever inspired, embrace it.

  • backstorypoetry 28w

    Give people enough freedom to be themselves even if their actions are hurtful.
    Do they apologize?
    Repeatedly make the same mistake?
    Say one thing do another?
    Take advantage of vulnerability?
    Have zero empathy?
    It says lots about who they really are.

  • porcupine 33w


    How many times can the same joke be funny After the fiftieth time wouldn't it get boring Easily amused they say

  • odysseus 40w

    A huge empire... far beneath the waves ... somewhere in the midst of mountains, canyons, plains and valleys

    A powerful tribe of aquatic creatures... their heads and upper bodies resembling those of humans,
    their tails and lower bodies similar to the tail of a fish
    HER team won the annual sports contest
    The emperor asked her what she wanted
    She wished to visit the surface of the ocean
    Only the males in the tribe did that once in a while and that too, as part of their security duty
    However, the emperor would never dishonour his commitment
    He kept his word and her team was permitted to go
    They left in a capsule similar to a small submarine, carrying provisions
    It had always been their dream to visit the ocean surface and now it was coming true
    They reached a shallow spot and the capsule was securely anchored
    The females - mermaids - as we call them - were allowed to go out and enjoy the waves
    The males would stay back
    The mermaids began to play with the waves
    It was fun...
    And then.... a high and mighty wave swept HER away ...
    She was stranded on the shore... all alone...
    She looked around and didn't find any of her friends...
    But she found a strange creature whose upper body was similar to that of the males of her own tribe though he had no tail...
    He saw her and came closer...
    Communicating with him wasn't easy but they used signs...
    His house was nearby
    Thankfully she could breathe on the surface, but walking was clearly beyond her purview
    He carried her to his house...
    She got accustomed to the conditions
    Everyday he would carry her to the shore
    They would take his small boat and look for her capsule
    Slowly, he taught her his language and she taught him her language...
    He was a loner and once a week he would visit the nearby town to buy whatever he needed, and he rarely had any visitors...
    And a few weeks later, she located her capsule...
    The guards - the males of her tribe saw her invariably at the same time...
    They carried her back to the capsule and... he was their guest of honour...
    They were warm, hospitable hosts
    He enjoyed the meal, it was sumptuous
    There were numerous dishes whose contents were all supplied by the ocean
    Then they showed him around...
    The strange engine room, the provisions store and finally ...their treasure
    Ohh.. Goodness...!!! gold and silver,
    Opal, sapphire, emerald, aquamarines, ruby, amazonstone, amethyst, pearls, rose quarts...
    you name it and it was there... actually heaps of them...
    Their glint and glitter blinded his vision and his conscience...
    The commander of the capsule gave him a bagful of stones as a token of appreciation...
    That would have been enough to make him a multimillionaire
    But he had other ideas...
    He told them that he wanted to give them a treat and they gladly accepted
    He visited the nearby town that evening and bought what he needed
    Next day, he prepared lavish meals in his own house and carried the containers to the capsule... along with his own separate tiffin
    The food was delicious, the magnanimous creatures loved it and praised it ... and then... all of them fell unconscious ...even the mermaid...
    He rose and checked everybody... he had to be sure that the drug had done its job...
    It was a powerful anaesthetic, the quantity added was large, and there was no way any of them could have survived...
    He went over to the treasure room, took out half a dozen gunny bags from his haversack and began to fill them with gems, crystals, gold and silver
    He filled the bags and closed their mouths
    They were heavy and with great difficulty he managed to carry them to the main hatch
    He tried to open the hatch but his attempts failed
    He kicked, knocked and banged hard...
    A veteran sailor, he knew a lot about hatches and doors
    He tried every possible trick... but the hatch remained closed...
    He began to suffocate...
    And then he heard a voice...
    It was my fault...I'm the culprit... I never thought a visit to the surface would have such disastrous consequences...

    The mermaid had regained consciousness, but she barely spoke a few words and stopped breathing...
    No one was going to rescue him from the capsule...
    He had killed over a dozen innocent souls...
    And now it was his turn to die
    He would die... with those bags full of precious stones, gold and silver in his lap...

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    ✋✋Will soon go through your beautiful posts...✋✋

    @mirakee #writingcontest #creativearena @writersnetwork #mirakee #writersnetwork #repeat #pod #mermaid #life

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  • lost_in_time 40w

    Rinse, repeat

    Every morning I get up,
    Start my day, go to work, eat, sleep, repeat.

    Living in a haze, only to wake up from time to time and wonder... :

    Is this all there is to life?

  • quarantinistani 40w

    Re: Ruttafication




  • keithallencovell 48w

    Everything breaks down
    But sometimes it's put back together