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  • surajkanogia 1d

    You need to look closely,
    Listen
    Because, sometimes
    depression smiles.
    ©surajkanogia

  • surajkanogia 2d

    She had a thing about loving people who were
    only temporary.
    I came to believe she did that for a reason and there
    was a melody to the chaos that sang inside of her.
    She was always at war with the gods and restless
    from the hunger of her demons.
    I wondered if anyone would ever see the dark beauty
    that hid behind her fictitious smile, and if they would
    be brave enough to stay and love her.
    ©surajkanogia

  • poetic_myth101 3d

    Sim's

    Death awaits at the end with his crows
    And as she keeps running with killer intentions as her bow
    She rethinks of him and how he gave her hope
    But in thinking she remembers just how death came and took him away
    They say we will all die but what if one can be immortal
    She thinks as everything she knows disappears with him
    And now there's a emptiness that dries even the tears that try to fall
    But she now thinks that deaths murder is her call
    As the crows speaks of the end of her tails
    And the ravens are ready to eat at her last moments of freedom
    She sees him no she's death as he takes her to where he took him
    Because in the end for to be with him her life had to rebegin
    As if it was all programmed as if she was just another person a sim
    ©poetic_myth101

  • surajkanogia 1w

    Let the clouds pass in their perfect time and
    then make your way back to bed, knowing
    that the beauty of the world will always be
    there, and tomorrow you will be okay.
    ©surajkanogia

  • abhisek_d_charmingprince 2w

    Tag Any Archit & Any Ragini �� [ Imagination characters ]

    #shortstory #writersnetwork @writersnetwork @shortstories #storyteller

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    Archit & Ragini

    10 yrs later they crossed path.

    [ CHAI KI DUKAN ]

    Archit : Sutta ? Dark chocolate ?
    Ragini : Nehi re, kaab ka chod di hun. Do ,teen baar tho tune hin bola thaa chod do Sutta.

    Ragini : Tujhe abhi bhi yaad hein ?

    Archit : Haan baas aise hin,
    tere pyar se boli hue haar battein
    Aur tere gushe se boli hue haar lawfz
    Saab yaad hain

    Haar choti se choti baatein
    Haar choti se paal ki yaadein
    Haan , mujhe saab yaad hain

    Ragini : To phir, Saadi kaab ki ? Bulaya bhi nehi ?
    Archit : tere jane ke baad, kabhi koi ladki dekh ne gaya hin nehi

    Archit : Aur tera kya scene hai ? North wala 6ft handsome ladka mila ?

    Ragini : IAS bangayi. Bahut ache rishte aye. Pata nehi kabhi dil se kisi ko dekh ne ka maan hin nehi kiya. Socha bahut baar tujhe call karun. Per phir ...

    [ Silence ]

    ©abhisek_d_charmingprince

  • sayarbadnaam 4w

    एक कहानी मैं, ऐसी लिखुंगा,
    जिसमें "वो" मेरे साथ होगी।
    हक़ीक़त में ना सही,
    ख्यालों में तो साथ होगी।

    ©sayarbadnaam

  • shiksha_inks 8w

    I planted these roses
    Like you planted love in my heart.
    A love letter along with a bouquet
    As fresh as our love.
    I watered them
    Little by little everyday.
    Singing a lullaby at nights
    To end the days.
    Watching it blossom
    And diving in its charismatic appearance.
    Waiting for it to dry out
    Like me in my newly wrinkled skin.

    ©shiksha.verma

  • poetrani 9w

    Like all those bollywood movies cliche,
    I and Mask didn't like each other at first.
    And since this hatred was mutual,
    Barely any of us, looked at each other.
    If I was looking for him,
    He would disappear.
    And if Mask asked me
    To take him out with me,
    I always denied.

    But then,
    Like all those bollywood movies cliche,
    Mask and I were once locked in a room.
    And the world said, or better say the world conspired for that very moment;
    If it was not 'us' there won't be any 'I' left.
    Seeing no other way out,
    I led my hand to my mask
    And asked him
    If he would be there
    Everytime I'm out alone,
    No matter how people see us,
    No matter what the people say,
    Would he stay with me then?

    Like all those bollywood movies cliche,
    He smiled, and looked at me
    And I wore him up.
    He covered up my scars,
    All those pimples and black heads,
    I looked at the mirror,
    And felt grateful that
    He had now made me feel complete
    and in his eyes I was always perfect.
    He kept his promise,
    And I always kept being with him.

    Me and Mask,
    HAPPILY EVER AFTER
    ©poetrani










    #shikzsharma #storyteller #Poetrani #meandmask

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    ME AND MASK: A TYPICAL LOVE STORY

  • kaach_ka_panchi 11w

    I have lost you completely but I also feel that you are with me in my house,

    sitting with me talking to me,

    coming closer to me like you are biting me on my neck,

    ticking and hug me kiss me scolding me.

    But I used to have such a shock about you. ⁣

    You know I used to think you're not going anywhere.

    I used to see pictures of both of us on my phone every day.

    Your smell, your warmth, your little laughter,

    the mole on your waist I felt everywhere.

    Felt everywhere I go, as you are here and there.

    Sometimes I was just looking at you in my mind,

    And you looked as beautiful and delicate as ever.

    I remember how I looked into your eyes very intently.

    Remember how I love your lips.

    Remember how I looked at you close to me

    And Remember your warm breath,

    Remember your sensual touch

    Remember I kissed you,

    Remember your little teeth,

    You're gentle smile, your mood swings,

    Remember white marks on your breast,

    I remember it as you got absorbed in me and I got in you as I melted in you as one body two souls sync.

    but then suddenly when I face the reality and realise you're Disappear.

    Disappear like nothing ever happened,

    Disappear as you never were.

    Like Never born, never die.

    And it hurts, hurts your trauma.

    -panchi
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    #mirakee #trauma #love #talse #storyteller #writer #poet
    #lovestory #musings #poetry #diary @writersnetwork

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    My love, My Trauma

    Caption//
    ©kaach_ka_panchi

  • naaz_ke_alfaaz 17w

    Yeh jo peeda hai mere antarman ki,
    meri aatma ko kachote jaye hy,
    chaka-chaundh har taraf faili hui,
    phir bhi andhera mujhme samaye hy
    ©naaz_ke_alfaaz

  • bluepetal_girl 17w

    Rains and Stories

    Pitter patter of rain,
    Are they telling a tale?

    A happy tale of two,
    Who watched the rain too.

    Content in their own story
    Of warmth, love and glory.

    And maybe somewhere far away,
    As the trees and plants sway,

    It's our story they tell,
    Is it going to end well?
    ©bluepetal_girl

  • naaz_ke_alfaaz 17w

    Loving you

    Tumhare mana karne par bhi tumhari fikar karna,
    Baton me khayalon me har wakt tumhara hi zikr karna,
    Han sab kehte hyn ise pagalpan mera,
    Par mujhe bachpana sa lagta hy mera tumse ishq karna♥️
    ©naaz_ke_alfaaz

  • vivekjhawar 17w

    Train ki journey, window wali seat, haath me ek khoobsurat kitab padhne ko
    Aur khoobsurat mausam, dheemi barsaat
    Aur kya chahiye bas safar me❤️

    Dheere dheere train chalne lagi aur thodi der baad next station aagaya UKSHI STATION (Maharastra).
    Jaise hi train station pe pahunchi wese hi tezz barsaat shuru hogayi aur paani khidki se andar aane laga.

    Kuch boonde baarish ki mere kapdo pe kuch kitaab pe aake girgayi.
    Main khidki band karne laga, jaise hi main khidki band karne laga, wese hi mera dhyan bahar khadi station pe ek khoobsurat ladki pe gaya.

    Jo itni tezz baarish me waha bhigte hue khadi thi, Usne apne haath aage kar khol rakhe the, aur wo baarish ki boondo ko apne haatho me rok rahi thi aur chehre pe ek khoobsurat muskaan thi, baarish me bheegne ki shayd...ya shayd wo ek Khushnuma insaan thi...shayd

    Aisa bhi lagraha tha, jaise wo kisi ke intezaar me khadi thi udhar,
    Aur itne me train chal padhi waha se..
    (Kash kuch der wo train waha aur ruk jaati) kher,
    Train uske saamne se hote hue nikli aur aage chali gayi, main use piche mudkar dekhta raha jab tak wo station nikal na gaya, kuch der baad barsaat bhi dheemi padne lagi..

    Par aage pure raste man me bas main wahi soch raha tha ya man usi taraf bhaagraha tha.
    Naajane kyu wo ek chotha sa sheher apni taraf man ko khinch raha tha ,Jyada kuch to samaj nahi aaraha tha, bas itna zaroor pata tha ya shayd kahin padha tha ki ����

    "Jab bhi hum kisi khoobsurat sheher se hoke gujarte hai , to waha ki kuch khoobsurti apne saath le jaate hai, Aur apna kuch hisaa wahi chor aate hai", shayd us dafa mere saath bhi aisa hi hua...Bas ek baat ka malaal tha ki
    (Kash kuch der wo train waha aur ruk jaati) , kher choro....

    #trainjourney#woladki@writernetwork#mirakke#writer#love#pyaar#trainkasafar#poetry#poem#writing#story#storyteller#kahani#train#safar#mehazyaadein#khoobsurti...

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    Wo Train Ki Journey....wo ladki❤️

    Kuch hissa waha chor aaya hoon
    Badle me,
    Kuch baarish ki boonde,
    kuch chhinte, aur
    Kitaab ke panno pe pade
    Un chhinto ke nishaan,
    Apne saath leaaaya hoon

    Nahi jaanta..ki
    Behad khoobsurat kon tha
    Wo baarish , wo sheher,
    Wo khooshboo , wo mehak,
    Wo train ki khidki,
    Wo uspe pe padi meri najre,
    Wo thehra hua waqt, wo lamha,
    Ya wo ladki khud,

    Nahi jaanta...ki
    Wo baarish ki boonde,
    Uske haatho me ruk rahi thi,
    Ya Mehaz uske haatho se guzar ke...
    Apni manjil zameen pe
    Pahunch rahi thi

    Nahi jaanta...ki kyu
    Man pareshan tha...kyu
    Dimaag ke pass na koi
    Iska samadhan tha,

    Nahi jaanta....ki
    Wo Haqeeqat thi..ya
    Mehaz ek itefak tha...ya
    aankho ke saamne ek shabab tha...ya phir
    Din ke ujale me dekha hua
    Ek khoobsurat khwab tha

    Bas jaanta hoon to itna ki
    Agar wo ek khoobsurat khwab tha bhi
    To shayd us khwab ka kuch hissa
    Main apne saath....Chura laaya hoon,
    Aur uske badle me
    Apna kuch hissa waha chor aaya hoon ❤️
    ©vivekjhawar

  • shoubhonic 18w

    Writer’s Block?
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    In a way, everyone of us is a writer or a storyteller.There are philosophers or thought-provokers within every single one of us. Because we’ve got this beautiful gift of life resting inside our head, where millions of neurons are working their magic all the time. Incessant waves of thoughts sweep over all of our minds. What makes the writers in the real world different from the rest is that they actually write them down. We, the rest of the group, just never do.
    In words of Christopher Hitchens, “The grave will supply plenty of time for silence.” Write your thoughts. Tell your stories. Argue with your opinions. Share your experience. Inspire.

    @mirakee @writerscommunity
    #pod #storyteller #readwriteunite

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    ...
    In words of
    Christopher Hitchens,
    “The grave will supply
    plenty of time for silence.”

    Write your thoughts.
    Tell your stories.
    Argue with your opinions.
    Share your experience.
    Inspire.
    ...


    ©shoubhonic

  • thawarriorpoet 23w

    A shot of rum, that dulls the senses,
    A glass of wine, to pass the time...
    And now his lips part
    the way her thighs do,
    His tongue flutters
    the way her eyes do,
    This climax marking
    an end to another beginning...
    King Faro
    providing the melody
    that she rides to....
    Down goes the remaining rum...
    Down he goes again...


    ©Tha Warrior-Poet

  • pakhi1738 24w

    This piece went through so many changes. I felt like sharing the entire journey of writing this one because it's worth it. If you don't want to read this, you can skip it and directly jump to the poetry part. So here it is. Initially, Medusa, Athena, and some other characters in the first draft were just supposed to be metaphors for the characters of a short dream sequence I had in mind. I started making the initial draft, like gathering bits and pieces that came to my mind about everything I wanted to cover in that sequence. While making these outlines, I just kept thinking about Medusa and what she went through (if you want to know her story, the original story, check my comments in the comment section). Then it occurred to me that not many people from the present generation know about this Greek mythology so I should write about her instead because people should know how cruel and unfair patriarchy can get sometimes. So I deleted the previous outlines and started writing the original story in my words but the fact that Medusa always just got pain and betrayal but never the love she deserved, stopped me. Then a thought striked my mind that she deserves a love story but no one ever thought about that amidst all the monster portrayals she got and I again started it from the scratch with a prince, his kingdom, the queen, Athena, Medusa and some other characters but I got stuck in the end. According to Athena's curse, any man who ever look at her, will get petrified (turned into stone) and I could have worked it out in the story by the prince always keeping his eyes covered with a blind fold or just looking at her reflection in the water but why a man? Why it always has to be a man? That hit me really hard and I just stopped writing for a really long time. I took time to think about it and ended up writing this.

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    Once upon a time,
    There was a princess
    With eyes like the reflection
    Of full moon in the ocean,
    Big and bright.
    Medusa fall for her
    Right in the first sight!
    She used to visit the same oak tree,
    Probably searching for peace,
    Once every week.
    Medusa watched her
    Hiding near the creek.
    Princess sensed her presence,
    And gazed at her reflection
    But never said a word.
    One's reflection never lies,
    Is what they say
    And maybe that's why
    She saw the girl Medusa once was
    And not the monster
    She was forced to become!
    "I'll confront her about my feelings
    The next time she visits", Medusa swore.
    Little did she knew,
    Her heart belonged to Athena,
    The goddess of war!
    Medusa waited and waited
    But she never returned.
    Queen found out
    About her daughter's love
    For their nemesis
    Who destroyed their kingdom
    And banished her
    From the palace, for the betrayal.
    Princess ran to Athena's temple
    And prayed to call her for help.
    She didn't answered,
    Because the affair was just a scam.
    A scam to break the royals,
    To shatter the castle of trust
    They shared
    And to show them
    Where they belonged!
    Princess stayed in the temple
    For nights,
    Helpless and hurt.
    She finally lost hope,
    Wandering around in confusion.
    With blurred vision
    From all the tears,
    She found herself
    Standing by the creek.
    Medusa was waiting for her
    Hiding in the shadows.
    She decided to give her some privacy
    To process her thoughts.
    The princess looked like walking chaos
    In the moment
    But still so simple.
    Same deep, big, shiny eyes,
    Same long golden locks,
    Same innocence dripping
    Down her face.
    Medusa waited for her to calm down
    But lost patience after a while
    'cause she was still searching
    For princess's beautiful smile!
    She couldn't see her despair
    So decided to retrace her steps back
    But stepped on a twig instead
    "You don't always need to hide, you know",
    The princess said wiping her tears.
    "You knew about me this whole time?"
    "I sensed your presence from your shine"
    "My shine?"
    "Your reflection in water, Medusa."
    "You know who I am?", Medusa asked Desperately hiding the snakes on her head.
    "You are still beautiful, inside out.
    I hope you know that"
    Medusa smiled for the first time
    After a really long time.
    With her pale skin,
    Finally gaining different shades of pink
    Her eyes lit up
    As she took a step towards her love
    "I missed this smile"
    "And I, thy eyes"

    -Pakhi✍️



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  • pakhi1738 25w

    I know that I've been writing these little fantasy dream sequences a lot for a while now, but one of these actually led to something really amazing. I am so excited to share that one and it's entire journey with you guys. It's still a work in progress so, you'll have to wait for it. Meanwhile, here's a piece I wrote somewhere in the mid of March but never got a chance to post. Happy reading!

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    Every time I breathe
    My heart catches hold
    Of the ice and pieces you left
    And every moment
    That I spend
    With you
    Feels like a Déjà vu
    I look for you, everywhere,
    When love doesn't feel right
    But you loving me,
    The way I do, is all I want
    People change, I know
    And I see you changing
    Every single day
    But it all still just
    Feels the same
    The same old love
    With the same old faith!
    World!
    Can't it just fly away?
    I want you just for myself
    I want you to live inside me!
    I don't wanna stay
    And I don't wanna leave,
    Oh love!
    I don't wanna stay
    And I don't wanna leave
    I just wanna see
    One last trick
    With magic rolled up your sleeves!
    'cause every time I breathe
    I breathe you in
    For we need
    Something to break this ice
    Between us, that's unseen!
    Words!
    Can't they just fade away
    I want you to read my eyes
    And tell me
    What my heart desires
    Just like before
    I'm living every moment
    You wanted to forget
    All over again
    For it feels like
    A long lost, sweet pain
    And I know,
    When this mirror of dream breaks
    It'll again just leave a stain!
    I don't wanna hide
    If you are by my side
    You kept looking
    For someone to love
    When your love
    Was hiding in the plain sight!
    It is our destiny, is what they say
    But wasn't destiny, what we left behind!

    -Pakhi✍️


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  • lifeistooochota 26w

    Samrat - toh kya socha phir ?
    Pihu - kis cheez ka ?
    Samrat - Hamari anniversary are hai madam yaad toh hai na ?
    Pihu - wo din kon bhool sakhta hai (laughs)
    Samrat - acha beta
    Pihu - to kya sochna hai usdin ke liye ?
    Samrat - ma soch raha tha ki ham ghar pe sunderkand ka path rakhe,thode relatives ko bula lete hai tumhare ghar wale thoda dosta aur aju baju logo ko
    Pihu - idea to acha hai per maa papa sa puchte hai

    do din baad

    Samrat - kal maa papa sa puchlenge anniversary ka aise socha hai hamne
    Pihu - are ham na koi aur din karlete hai na sunderkand ka path
    Samrat - per kyu ? Health kharab hai ?
    Pihu - nah baba
    Samrat - periods to hogaye na tumhare phir ?
    Pihu - mere to hogaye per kajal ? Uska month hai
    Samrat - to wo tablets lae lege
    Pihu - bacha wo 21ki hai sirf,abe se tablets ? Nahi baba,etna bhi koi emergency nahi hai,ham koi weekend pe kara lenge pooja
    Samrat - per 1st anniversary hai hamare
    Pihu - ha baba per dekho sab honge aur wo agar nahi honge to maza kya ?
    Selfies/photos ma nahi aye to chalega ham badma dusre le sakhte hai photos per pure family ke sath enjoy karne ka maza alag he rehta hai
    Samrat - thik hai madam !!
    Toh phir kya plan hai anniversary ka ?
    Pihu - yaad hai shaadi se pehle hamne socha tha ham kaise celebrate karenge hamare anniversaries ?
    Samrat - hehe kaise bhool sakhta hoon !!
    little things dekhte hua cheese maggie khayenge maza ayega bas tum so mat jana
    Pihu - eski koi guarantee nahi hai

    ©lifeistooochota

  • pakhi1738 26w

    मासूम सी ज़िन्दगी ये
    ढूंढने एक नया पता चली
    राहों में ख्वाबों की
    एक परछाई सी खड़ी
    शोर से दूर कहीं
    सन्नाटे की एक दुनिया नई
    परछाईयों को इशारे पर नचाती
    एक मायावी
    सहमा सहमा सा बड़ा बचपन
    एक कोना पकड़े खड़ा बचपन
    निगाहें तलाशती एक नन्ही चिड़िया
    ख्वाब थी जो लाने वाली
    आफताब ढला
    चाँद पिंघला
    बंद हुआ सोच का दरवाज़ा
    और कहीं गुम हो गई ताली
    आग लगी कहीं
    राख उड़ी कहीं
    धुँआ बिखरा हर जगह
    लाशें खोजने निकली परछाइयाँ
    कहीं किसी कोने में एक सपना मिला
    लहूलुहान सा जो था पड़ा
    ठोकर मारकर आगे बढ़ी परछाइयाँ
    और गुमशुदा का ठप्पा लगा
    समय बीता, बड़ी हुई गलियाँ
    रातें बीती, सूखी कलियाँ
    सपने तक का रास्ता भूली गलियाँ
    पीछे मुड़कर देखा एक दिन
    परछाई सी थी खड़ी
    कहीं कोने में छिपकर
    नीचे बैठा बचपन मेरा
    शोर के मारे रो रहा
    दिल की धड़कन तेज़ हुई
    आंखों में भी पानी आया
    बीते कल की यादों ने
    जब मन का दरवाज़ा खटखटाया
    पुरानी डायरी खोली
    तो गुमशुदा सपने को
    वहीं मरा पाया!

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  • liz_ogbe 8w

    Long walks

    Come....

    Take a walk down these dark paths.
    Even if you have to walk alone,
    Let love be your guide.

    Come....

    Take a thousand step and a thousand more
    Towards the door that unravels your hopes and dreams.
    And when you reach the door,
    Let not fear keep you from knocking.

    Knock hard I say, knock.
    With your knuckles sore, knock.
    With your legs quivering knock.

    And when the doors finally opens up but leads nowhere,
    Dust off your weariness darling and keep walking.
    For one day, these pointless steps And long walks,
    will lead to beautiful destinations.
    ©liz_ogbe