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  • popsweety_abi 40w

    Advertising & Women
    (Break the stereotype)


    How many times?
    Those eyes stare at her walk; her legs
    yes!
    People stare at her legs.
    Later, some laughs and gossips going about her.
    For what?

    Her legs! Yes.
    She is a girl! 
    There is no doubt in it!
    Is it necessary that a girl should have clean legs? 
    Why not hairs? 
    Her legs were covered with dark lined grass!
    Though many laughed at her, she ignored and proceed forward.
    Now...
    It's high time!
    BREAK THE STEREOTYPE!
    Even the advertising industry framing how the women should look like. Here I want to say media projects women as "Object by marketing their object"!
    Who fix the criteria that a female should be like this.
    Her hands, legs should not have hair or look hairy. WHO?

  • mrinalaniteotia 45w

    144 HOURS

    We bleed once in a month,
    Tell us if you can?
    We may bleed for 144 hours
    Or more,
    Tell us if you can?
    We hide pain pretending
    ourselves to be normal,
    We have cramps dealing our
    sore wet ass for longer.
    ©mrinalaniteotia

  • solivagant_soul 55w

    Erstwhile days when
    we searched happiness
    In massive cotton candies.
    And in the last bite of our
    strawberry ice creams.
    Between the serene mizzles of
    The autumn rain and the remaining
    last page of the fascinating novel.

    Somewhere between blurting out
    everything to our mom,
    To hoarding a whole lot to ourselves.
    But, rather sharing it with our
    Instagram followers,
    We all grew up and lost ourselves.

    Perhaps, in the labyrinth of countless
    social media platforms,
    Where we are offered unfamiliar hands
    labelled as "Followers".
    Rehabilitation hubs remoulded as
    "Likes" and "love" reacts
    Where mutable comments are injected in us,
    On most lucky days, traces of superiority
    may take over many of us,
    And on other days , we drown in trails of desperation, that consumes us to the core.

    We have lost count of days,
    Days when we held our phones instead of the
    paint brushes that we have recently bought.
    When we squandered myriads of hours chatting with our Instagram strangers
    that we name as "friends".
    Rather than we actually do
    with our School friends.

    We have lost ourselves in vacant spaces
    of reality and the fantasy
    that we had built our latibule in.
    We have got so busy in updating
    our Instagram feeds,
    that we have carved
    feeding our depressed seatmate
    with a little bit of happiness into Futility.
    Our eyes constantly glued to the screen,
    Scrolling for more instagram feeds
    And a little more interesting stories,
    checking other's reels.


    We have sold our musings at times
    When we reacted "love" on filtered
    pictures of instagram models we envied.
    Clicking the follow button,
    for updates of their perfect life.
    While unknowingly, we have overlooked our parents' fights.
    And forgot to love our family who
    ardently waited for us in the dinner table
    Contemplating our image on the mirror,
    with thoughts of deficiency running
    through our obscure mind,
    Each syllable saying you are not good enough.

    We have lost count of times when
    we craved for a slimmer body,
    longer legs and a prettier face.
    The additional "Er" inducing our fear.
    And yet these days, we hide our faces behind makeup apps and filters that hide our blemishes.

    On most days, we seem to be
    Submerged in the abeyance of life.
    Comparing our looks to everyone
    that looks beautiful in our eyes.
    Blinded by superficial ideal lives,
    we soon find ourselves chained in insecurities.
    So consumed in pointing out flaws that we possess
    We have forgot to count the specialities we procure.

    And thus, we ignore the fact,
    Not everything that glitters turns out to be gold.
    Not everyone that looks pretty in pictures turns out to be the same in Reality.
    We have lost ourselves in Fairytales with the perfect prince charming ,
    That they portray as "Romance"
    And that's another story to apprise.


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    ✨~Glad I have deactivated my Instagram and all such social media platforms that disturbs my self confidence.~ you should too if it's disarraning your equilibrium and affecting you mentally✨
    You are you and all you have to do is love yourself and Have confidence in everything you do.
    You don't need opinions of others to improve. Everyone is different. God never created anyone without variations. Our society's been blind who Always Favours the same kind of trend. And to boost society's misconception, social media helps a lot.
    I am not saying all such platforms like Instagram, facebook are totally destructive.
    But, too much of everything is bad!



    #writersnetwork #mirakee #writersofmirakee #pod #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #instagram #socialissue #addiction #poetry #writer #writersbay
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersofmirakee @readwriteunite

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    Erstwhile days when
    we searched happiness
    In massive cotton candies.
    And in the last bite of our
    strawberry ice creams.
    Between the serene mizzles of
    The autumn rain and the remaining
    last page of the fascinating novel.
    Since, when did we change ourselves?

    (Read caption for Full poetry)

    ©solivagant_soul_~°°~

  • solivagant_soul 56w

    The perceptible disdains burned her heart
    To charred remains,
    Perpetually conveying her to a place with unsettled complains,
    Questions left unanswered; justice forsaken.
    Trembling fingers once again touched her deformed face,
    "What was my fault..." Was all she could whine.
    The monsters in her sepulchral mind abused her for the thousandth time.
    And the smell of petrichor in her yard no longer entices her phuviophile soul,
    Since, she was attacked only once by the assailant,
    But stabbed countless times by the perspectives of the society .

    She possessed colossal dreams.
    Dreams that could surpass the throes of myriad pain society leaves.
    And on gloomy nights when everyone's asleep
    She shares her grief with the lonesome moon,
    And break down in tears soaking every inch of her pillow.
    For she would never be able to look as beautiful as before.
    The makeup products stacked next to each other stood unused.
    the pain that was piled up upon her blazing heart was impeding her.
    And her curled up face loathed the mirror.
    For everytime she looked into it.
    It said, "You look ugly".

    Walking back and forth in dilemma of life and death.
    At the end of the day, she wonders holding her breath.
    If her time has arrived,
    To lie amidst the pyre, quiescent and defunct.
    Till the fire consumes her bare body.
    Could it be the only solution to avoid the society?
    The society that would stab her every second,
    With disdains and displeasing remarks.

    A single gush of that vicious liquid that ruined her from the core.
    Gone were her dreams and passion.
    No more the person she used to be.
    And the girl who was once called "Pretty"
    Is now recognised as an amorphous monster in the eyes of frivolous society.

    Yet, for the first time she stood and observed
    her reflection on the mirror.
    The mirror that was disused for a very long time,
    With it's surface wrapped with dusts.
    She touched her impalpable face with her trembling fingers.
    Trails of panorama of her echoing cries and screams,
    the rapid heartbeats accompanied by the gruesome aftermath of the profound acid attack,
    Ringed in her ears.

    She broke down in tears and hushed herself.
    Adorned her bare ears with her favourite earnings that she hated to wear.
    While she searched for contentment loathing her face,
    Covering with a veil everytime she exited her room,
    Her safe cocoon.
    In the long run, she attained Contentment from the face she hated for so long.
    She learned to enamour it.

    She was deformed yet so divine.







    ✨~ Here's a long piece of my penned down writeup about all the beautiful souls who has been through gruesome acid attacks.
    It requires a warrior heart to stay strong after such a horrifying attack. And I truly admire them in everyway. ~✨



    #mirakee #MirakeeWorld #readwriteunite #sadpoetry #acidattack #socialissue #writersnetwork #poetry #life #inspiration
    @writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @readwriteunite @writersofmirakee

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    The perceptible disdains burned.
    her heart to charred remains,
    Perpetually conveying her to
    a place with unsettled complains,
    Questions left unanswered;
    J u s t i c e f o r s a k e n
    Trembling fingers once again
    touched her deformed face,
    "What was my fault..."
    Was all she could whine.

    (Read full poetry in the caption)

    ©_~ ~

  • mydiary400 57w

    एक और 'निर्भया'

    उस परिवार के दर्द को समझकर देखो,
    परखकर देखो, अपनेआप को वहां रख कर देखो
    ये सिस्टम ये नेता अभिनेता बने बैठे हैं,
    संगीन अपराधी है, फिर भी हैवानियत छुपाये बैठे है

    गरीब की बिटिया को बेचने पे उतारू है,
    इज़्ज़त लूटने के बाद,
    खुद की इज्जत को छुपाने पे उतारू है,

    रात को अग्नि में शरीर जला दिया, कलयुग का दौर है "मित्रों"
    सिर्फ इंसान नही, यहां इंसानियत को जला दिया
    "हिन्दू धर्म, रीती रिवाज, बदलता हुआ ये समाज,
    आज एक निर्भया जली, कल दूसरी जलेगी
    हवस के सबूत मिटाने के लिए,
    इन दरिंदो के सामने किसी की ना चलेगी"

    आप जिन्दा है, जिन्दा रहे, जिन्दा रहते आप मर चुके हो
    इंसानियत बची है अगर, क्या हिन्दू धर्म समझते हो ?

    जलती हुई लाश में आपके परिवार की भी लाश होगी,
    बहन होगी, बेटी होगी, वो भी कोई रात होगी,
    डरिये अपनेआप से किस समाज में जी रहे है आप
    मौत तक प्रशासन साथ ना दे, मौत के बाद आग ना दे

    उस निर्भया की आवाज़ सुनकर सहम उठता है मन
    ऐसी अनेक निर्भया होंगी, जिससे डरता है मन
    आनेवाले समाज और विचारों को अपनाने वालो,
    डरो अपनेआप से, समाज से, विश्वास से
    मिलाओ अपनी आवाज़, निर्भया की आवाज़ से ।।

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    ©mydiary400

  • suhani05 57w

    This is for all the boys who comments or who has problm with the short dresses of woman..!!
    So listen.. the size of dress is not small infact the size of ur thinking is too small / low. So chnge ut this thinking..bcuz
    कपड़े भले छोटे हो..
    पर सपने नहीं हो सकते..।
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    #size
    #chotisoch
    #kapde
    #samaaj
    #society
    #changeurthinking
    #betibachaobetipadhao
    #rape
    #socialissue
    #gurls
    #girlpower
    #beamen
    #begentlemen
    #bestrong
    #girlarebrave
    #bebrave
    #mirakee
    #mirakeeworld

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    साइज..

    नज़रें इधर ही हैं..
    पर कहते हो..
    है इज्जत का झंडा सीने पर मेरे..
    मुझे तो अफसोस है जीने पर भी तेरे..।
    हां.. साइज तो छोटा है..
    पर कपड़ों का नहीं..
    तुम्हारी सोच का..।।
    नजरें तेरी..
    दोष मेरा..
    शायद हर ओर छाया है घोर अंधेरा..।
    एक तरफ..
    बेटी बचाओ बेटी पढ़ाओ..
    और फिर जाओ.. उसी बेटी की इज्ज़त उताराओ..।
    हां.. साइज तो छोटा है..
    पर कपड़ों का नहीं..
    तुम्हारी सोच का..।।
    ©suhani05

  • saisandhya98 62w

    DOWNLOADING FAILED @99%

    All set for download..
    d zygote in womb to mould..
    Joy lined her so bold..
    fo' d toughest software to hold ..

    Everything going good..
    clinged several queries to mood..
    30% of download left still..
    Excitement on top of d hill..

    Thoughts of grievances to lose..
    And no more for options to choose..
    booking her mind and heart..
    apprised her to care and act smart..

    Swiftly moved each day
    80% marked the way..
    Experts' suggestion on demand..
    opted mother in law near to stand..

    Imminent was the awaited day..
    painful happiness long did stay.
    Hard waited for moment to nail..
    but at 99% the system did fail..

    Unnerved she got out of stillness...
    sky-hit pain wrecked her firmness..
    Appalled by the corrupt delivery..
    lament held tight her shivery..

    Restless questions droning in brain..
    to find out that made her joy to drain..
    what went wrong in the rhythm so strong..
    to cost heavy on joy waited for so long..

    Awared about a girl's smile to bloom..
    Mom in law had turned goon for a loom..
    silently she had added to her diet, poison..
    to kill the infant, as she intended a son..

    Her faith would turn fatal,
    and her respect to turn unsocial..
    hard it was for her to swallow..
    anomaly hitting hard,
    turned her a vessel so hollow.


    ©saisandhya98

  • saisandhya98 66w

    The world will never stop poking.
    #kuchhtohloglahengey
    #poetry
    #mirakee
    #soulfulstirrings
    #socialissue
    #trauma
    #readwriteunite
    #writersgroup
    #tuesdaywriteup




    Now, it's too late..
    for me to extricate..
    from the mandibles so sharp,
    that of societies which harp;
    be it my level at fresh endocarp ..
    or on tip of tall senescent bark;
    who tore relentlessly and did chew..
    the immanate peace wherever I grew,
    ending me up badly vacuumed..
    zoomed in my tears ever they resumed.
    Cursed my childhood pages,
    making me hop onto their wishes..
    be it my playing with homely toys ..
    or amalgamation with outsider guys..
    Spitted upon my practical thoughts..
    On report cards too, they did play sports..
    Sucked alike aphids my childish attire,
    shrouding me with skin of satire..
    Never excused till heating me to boil,
    further flasked to sip from my turmoil..
    Slowly got trained to their nose pokes;
    losing self, was run at their remotes..
    Then for my part into career race,
    imminent were those entrance tests..
    backbitching of my scores begun at pace..
    The hell I was able to focus..
    Everything to me seemed a circus..
    Full-stopped got my teen years too..
    with junk mind ,only for peace I could woo.
    Till now my pleasure cun't find any space,
    but still exists their aspersions' case..
    that has ushered me to fall at the face..
    Now pondering, being confined ..
    to the walls and beds lined..
    of traumatic patients in a HealthCare;
    that over will be one's patience to endure,
    but of painting one with strokes of satire,
    the World never will retire..
    And that proved to me biggest ever error..
    was my devoting sharp ears to hear..
    Now, it's too late..
    for the society to regret..
    I mention just one request..
    "Alike me don't leave people messed..
    anytime being the uninvited guest".

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    IT'S TOO LATE
    ©saisandhya98

  • saisandhya98 67w

    DOWNLOADING FAILED @99%

    All set for download..
    d zygote in womb to mould..
    Joy lined her so bold..
    fo' d toughest software to hold ..

    Everything going good..
    clinged several queries to mood..
    30% of download left still..
    Excitement on top of d hill..

    Thoughts of grievances to lose..
    &no more for options to choose..
    booking her mind and heart..
    apprised her to care and act smart..

    Swiftly moved each day
    80% marked the way..
    Experts' suggestion on demand..
    opted mother in law near to stand..

    Imminent was the awaited day..
    painful happiness long did stay.
    Hard waited for moment to nail..
    but at 99% the system did fail..

    Unnerved she got out of stillness...
    sky-hit pain wrecked her firmness..
    Appalled by the corrupt delivery..
    lament held tight her shivery..

    Restless questions droning in brain..
    to find out that made her joy to drain..
    what went wrong in the rhythm so strong..
    to cost heavy on joy waited for so long..

    Awared about a girl's smile to bloom..
    Mom in law had turned goon for a loom..
    silently she had added to her diet, poison..
    to kill the infant, as she intended a son..

    Her faith would turn fatal,
    and her respect to turn unsocial..
    hard it was for her to swallow..
    anomaly hitting hard, turned a vessel so hollow.

    ©saisandhya98

  • rutuja_vasave 67w

    #स्त्री #हिंदी#बलात्कार #writeup #socialissue #indianwriter #hindi #poetry #mirakee #women #girls #daughters #livesmatter

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    स्त्री ।

    दाग़ उसके कपड़ों पे लगा और सोच तुम्हारी गन्दी हो गई। जरा सी ब्रा स्ट्रिप क्या दिखी उसकी तुम्हारी तो नसे तन गई।सीने की गोलियों पर जाकर तुम्हारी नज़रें टिकने लगी, उसने दीप गला क्या पहन लिया पीठ पर तुम्हारी आंखों से उंगलियां फिरने लगी । उसके कहे की अनसुना कर लब ताकने लगे हो। जरा सा दुपट्टा क्या सरक जाए बदन तराशने लगते हो। "माल" और "आइटम" कहने से पहले बिलकुल नहीं संचोक करते हो। ५ साल की हो या ५० की, हवस का सामान ही मानते हो। तुम्हारी घूरती आंखे उसके कपड़े उतार लेते हैं। तुम्हारी सिटिया और फब्बितिया उसे अंदर ही अंदर मार देती है। आंकड़े संभाले जाते है नोची हुए देह और गूंजी चीत्कारों का कों रखेगा हिसाब? आंखों से होते बलात्कार का? कब समझोगे तुम की योनि और स्तन से परे भी है स्त्री का असतित्व। वो शराब की बॉटल नहीं वो गंगा जितनी पवित्र है।


    ©rutuja_vasave

  • blue_pheonix 67w

    Fakat:- only
    Vikrit :- cruel
    Chir:- cloth

    The last line might confuse you so, it actually denotes to the society who lives in shackles of narrow minded unnecessary customs and ordeals. They are faking to live in their own terms while all they do is live according to the tradition. Tradition who were made to ease and customize people's life have now became the ruler of the society. They rule.


    #writersnetwork @mirakeeworld @mirakee
    #shareandsupport #vidhva #society #socialissue #bluepheonix #poetry #kavita #hindikavita #womenpower #wickedsociety


    #hindiwriters

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    मनोदशा

    माथे से फकत सिंदूर नहीं
    सम्पूर्ण सौभाग्य भी धो डाला

    छन छन करती चूड़ी के संग
    आशा विश्वास भी तोड़ डाला

    बेवा हूं पर लाश नहीं
    लिपटा दिया जो चिर कफ़न सा मुझपे

    और दी सज़ा उस गलती की
    बस कभी ना था मेरा जिसपे

    अरे वो मेरी मनोदशा क्या जाने
    जो विकृत समाज का रोगी है

    हां हूं मै मूक अब्ला विधवा
    पर वो भी जिंदा ढोंगी है।
    ©blue_pheonix

  • thandebaste 70w

    दाग़

    खूबसूरती का बखान तो हर बार किया,
    चेहरे का, मेरी आंखों का दीदार बेशुमार किया,
    पर क्यों मुझे समझ ना पाया तू,
    क्यों तूने ऐसा हाल किया।

    चांद कहा था जिस चेहरे को,
    फिर "एसिड" का क्यों दाग़ दिया,
    नामर्द कहूं या कायरता तेरी,
    जो तूने ये उपहार दिया।

    ©thandebaste

  • abhi_saxena 75w

    लोकतंत्र

    देखो ये देश कितना बीमार हो रहा
    मुफ्लिसों पे कितना अत्याचार हो रहा
    देश हथियाने बैठे हैं लोग यहां गद्दी पे
    देखो ये लोकतंत्र कितना लाचार हो रहा
    ©abhi_saxena

  • jazbat 93w

    For the sake of each individual who is not eligible and for a healthy society , for the safety of females and above all our own families ... must raise a voice to protect them whom you value.
    @Mirakee#Mirakee @writersnetwork #Lekhakmandali #Hindi #Poetry #Lekhantolli #Pod #socialissue #englishquotes#twoliners
    #thoughts#suggestions

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    Respectable ..be alert !

    Acceptable is ...
    a movie with ‘ Corn ‘ !
    Mustn’t allow at all
    if it is ....‘ Porn ‘ !
    ©jazbat
    Ranjana B.

  • shivu_ki_shayari 101w

    खुशकिस्मत

    मुझे उम्र का नहीं
    इस दुनियादारी का तजुर्बा हैं
    के मैं गैरों को भी अपना बताता हूं
    लोग कहते हैं के मुझमें बहुत कमियां हैं
    मैं फिर भी खुद को खुशकिस्मत मानता हूं

    मैं दिसंबर के सर्द रात में
    लाल बत्ती पर कुछ बच्चों को गुब्बारे बेचते हुए देखता हूं
    मुझे ज़रूरत नहीं उन गुब्बारों की
    मैं फिर भी उन्हें खरीदता हूं
    उनके चेहरे पर खुशी देखकर
    मैं खुश हो जाता हूं ..
    लोग कहते है के मुझमें बहुत कमियां हैं
    मैं फिर भी खुद को खुशकिस्मत मानता हूं

    कुछ मीलों चलने के बाद
    मै एक विकलांग व्यक्ति को सहायता मांगते हुए देखता हूं
    मेरी जेब में उतने पैसे नहीं मैं फिर भी उसकी मदद करता हूं
    बदले में मिले आशीर्वाद से मैं खुश हो जाता हूं..
    लोग कहते हैं के मुझमें बहुत कमियां हैं
    मैं फिर भी खुद को खुशकिस्मत मानता हूं


    ~Shivu♥️
    ©shivu_ki_shayari

  • ayeshafm 112w

    #14

    Epilepsy is both my strength and weakness.
    ( just depends upon my mood as to how i perceive it but most of the time it is my strength but people believe it to be my weakness)
    ©ayeshafm

  • aarti_01 114w

    Periods

    Talking about periods is not shameful. Its as normal as other bodily functions. 85% women in India still use socks filled with Ash, Soil, Sawdust as an alternative to sanitary napkins which ultimately results in reproductive tract infections. What's more surprising is even in metropolitan cities there are still a lot of girls who are otherwise very vocal but when it comes to asking about a sanitary napkin, they start whispering. Why harbouring a lot of shame in talking over a normal bodily function? People can talk about all the shit in this world but not "periods." We need to drop the stigma attached to something that happens to billions of people worldwide so that next time you need a tampon you don't have to whisper.

    ©aarti_01

  • ifeeladii 116w

    समाज

    कहेगा क्या समाज हमें, बस यही तो हमको सोचना है,
    सोच ही ऐसी पाली है हमने, समाज का इसमें दोष ना है,
    अफसोस हुआ, एक हिंदू एक मुस्लिम हो ना पाए एक दूजे के,
    ये हो चुके हैं सब अलग और अंधे, इनको तो अब कुछ होश ना है।।

    ©kalamkaar_aashiq

  • s_vanshika 121w

    आज कल का हाल।

    जहाँ एक जगह ऊँचे ऊँचे घर हैं,
    वही दुसरी जगह लोग सड़क पर सोते हैं।
    जहां हम उस खाने को बुरा कहकर नकारते हैं,
    वही कुछ बच्चे उसी खाने के लिए रोते हैं।
    ©s_vanshika

  • heenajoshi 122w

    5 p.m- she was born.

    5 a.m- she was burried.

    Alive.
    ©theinsaneink