Miraquill
Because what else is love,
if not peace wrapped in the envelope of pain?
-fajr
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fajr_fajr
80w
Read MorePs. Covid is scarier up-close. Stay with your loved ones, life is unpredictable.
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R. E. D.
Vermilion heart. The hues of extremes, the color of fire and blood. My father's relation with my mother. Violent. Terrific. Indignant. Scarlet hues of my passion for you. Seducing. Powerful. Fierce.
O. R. A. N. G. E.
Hybridization of sanguines and golds. Serene sunsets in your arms. My grandfather's old T-shirt, his mother gifted him when he returned home as a Ghazi, turning old, precious and pale like him.
Y. E. L. L. O. W.
Your presence. Scorching sun burning my skin, as the cool breeze entangles my hair. The warmth of your soft hands filling the gap between my fingers as the sunlight streams through my window in springtime.
B. L. A. C. K.
Representative of strength and weakness. Selflessness and selfishness. The boy who loved me, mentioned me as a black rose in his poetry, that leaves its fragrance on the hands holding it with love, but the thorns are too sharp and it wounded his hands.
B. L. U. E.
Your departure. The hues of pain. Agony. Distance. Death. Light when the sky is happy and grey when the clouds bleed. The enchanting snowflakes in your eyes, carrying rage like oceans and bringing anguish in my chest.
-fajr -
fajr_fajr
81w
[A G E - 7]
✿ The time you were supposed to be running around in open grounds playing with your cousins, and scolded by your mom because the sky was slowly turning it's red hues into pink, then orange, then yellow and finally the stars were covering the sky, and the crescent moon was secretly telling your mom that it's late. The kid must be home before it's dark.
Instead, you were locked in a room, full of lights, lights that hurt your teary eyes, and your father's cousin brother was throwing you on the couch, his body milky white, ugly, his trunk so strong that it terrified your poor soul. Suddenly the room turns pitch black, all the lights were gone, you closed your eyes and he leaves you there. Once again. Devastated. Ripped apart.
You get yourself back together, before your parents get home and blame you for all the marks.
[A G E - 10]
✿ When you were supposed to join the football club with your brother because it was your favourite sport as a child and the only thing that made you happy.
Instead, you started bleeding on your way back home from school, and your mom started scolding you for getting your periods this early.
" Mom, why is their blood on my trousers, am i dying? "
" I told you to eat healthy and stay active, you are too young for menarche ".
" But am i going to bleed continuously for life ? "
" No. I'll explain everything ".
" I'm scared mom. "
" Don't be. It's normal. "
Mom, What else is " normal " ?
[A G E -16]
✿ When you were supposed to experience your first love, the time when all your friends were falling for this beautiful labyrinth of love, where you could see their faces glowing with happiness, and their eyes shining with hope. They lived, laughed and loved. You wished to experience love too.
Instead, you were laying in your bed, which was dragging you in every morning, you were fighting the urge to die. You were crying, screaming, dying. Anxiety was slowly eating you up, each cell in your body was wilting. Your therapist told you that it's okay not to be okay. He told you that life brings each one of us to a point where even breathing hurts. He was right. Breathing was so painful. Something inside of my body was being twisted. Something inside of me was being Coiled. Contracted. Crushed. Collapsed. Clenched. Crumbled. He was right when he said that everything ends. Pain ends too.
But what he didn't know was, it leaves eternal void in our existence, that cannot be filled. Not even with love.
[A G E - 18]
✿ When you were supposed to be responsible. Mature. Grown up. A happy and kind human being.
Instead, you turned into an evil person with good intentions but bad actions. You were hungry for love, looking for love selfishly, you started hurting people to the point where healing for them was excruciatingly painful. You failed to give and receive love.
You started pushing people away, because you were so full of thorns, anyone who came near you was left with deep bruises. Anyone who tried to love you was bleeding.
- fajr -
fajr_fajr
81w
Elegance flowed in her veins,
And she breathes grace through her lungs;
Buried under the weight of bad experiences;
Her eyes still glitter when they talk about love.
-fajr -
fajr_fajr
82w
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Since I've forgotten to write so this is an old one.
Suggest me some books ?I will keep your letters safe in the envelope of my heart.
I will let your love rest in the fragments of my soul.
I will embrace your memories and stitch my wounds with gold.
I will let you go, without letting you go.
-fajr -
It's crazy how your heart keeps hurting for someone and your mind keeps playing their last words and they absolutely have no idea about it.
It's crazy how some people bring hurricanes in your chest and live peacefully in their own world; blinded by lights.
-fajr -
fajr_fajr
84w
He creates melodious poetries looking into her eyes.
She dances on sweet beats falling into his arms.
-fajr -
fajr_fajr
85w
I'm just a scrap of regretful past in your life,
But you are;
the fragrance of dead heart that stays,
sweet murmurs dancing on my ears,
and the withering letters that are kept safe under my soul.
Honey ! You make the galaxies in my eyes shine
and bring salty cascades streaming down the
epidermis of my skin.
- fajr -
fajr_fajr
85w
Dancing with his enthralling demon on sad evenings numbed my pain.
I love how the devil pretends to love me.
- fajr -
Living between the layers of your heart, i was flowing from one empty chamber to another, and you pumped me out, sucking all the oxygen from my arteries, until i couldn't breathe anymore.
~ fajr
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The City We Never Were
Wiping the tears
of a stranger,
we all will give
him a shoulder
to cry,
and compassion
for mere strangers will
bloom in our
empty hearts.
The roads will not serve
as a home, and
everyone will be
cocooned in the
warmth of their room,
hearty meals will
fill every stomach
and no one will beg
for food.
Everyone will walk
hand in hand
and our bond
will not be fragile
as sand,
the most followed
path will be of humanity,
and with each other will
be our sanity
©rusha_c -
starrdust
63w
Read MoreSleep.
I don't remember anymore when sleeping was just another spontaneous activity of the day. I didn't even realise when the sunshine loving child in me abandoned her cradle and walked to land in the arms of dusk, begging to sleep.
There are days when I crave for every single ray of light, on others I pull down each curtain to save my skin prickling from the peeks of moonlight.
I don't know when sleeping became more than rest, it became a means to escape in time, a plunge into darkness with a hope that the next ray will bring the warmth of sunshine and not the scorching heat.
When days become overwhelming, you just want to curl into darkness and stare at the ceiling until sleep wraps you in its long black kaftan humming the songs of peace.
You are an astrophile seeking beauty and sighing every time a star twinkles. Your happiness knows no bounds when one shoots from the sky to fall graciously onto the earth.
Do you wonder if its fair to wish for a star to abandon its home, break and fall for you to wish for your happiness?
We are selfish. Even when we admire nature and wow at the azure sky or someone's azure eyes, we are selfish.
And so are we when we sleep or try not to sleep. We are indulging into punishing ourselves by devoiding the body of proper sleep and we are indulging into selfish escapes by sleeping to avoid storms.
Storms can't be avoided though.
But until you are ready to face them,
Sleep.
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Kya taare ka bhi dil hota hai?
Kya aasman se bichhad kar vo bhi rota hai?
Kya uske toot jane ki dua tum bhi krte ho?
Use tootta hua dekhkar kya tum bhi
apne zakhm bharte ho?
©starrdust
Another random muse.
#musingri (socha tag hi bnadu xd)
@writersnetworkWhen days become overwhelming, you just want to curl into darkness and stare at the ceiling until sleep wraps you in its long black kaftan humming the songs of peace.
©starrdust -
divulgingenigma
63w
Read More25.05.2021
It's strange how you still can run your fingers through my grey hairs which appears black to people, it's strange how your embrace still has same warmth as it use to be,it's strange how your kiss still has the same aroma of love instilled in it,isn't it strange?
You sailed through a deeper jungle of regrets along with the uprooting guilt of dying alone & touching those shores behind barbed wires still you can wave the same storms,isn't it strange?
How someone can stand at the same place while sailing to the another bridge?
Is this all because of those evening conversations over stupid but deep experiences?
Or this is all because we fought over little things like how much sugar one should add in two tablespoon of coffee?
I don't know but this warmth in abandoned December home is strange,isn't it?
The scars are bleeding but they aren't dying instead they are celebrating the freedom of being vulnerable but visible to those eyes of yours which use to fill the scars in themselves and use to smile like stupid kid.
May be your fragrance snuggled deeper into those stars which I carve on my wrist and you shine in me always, sometimes nights may turn cloudy but deep down under the layers there are those stars with your musk,with us in them !
A breathing longing is better,if not dead!
©divulgingenigmaLove itself is strange if it is love.
Simple,plane but only love!
©divulgingenigma -
nightwriter_i
63w
Read More25th May, 9:12 AM
My course's proctor died of Covid today. He had a wide smile on his face when I last saw him. It's a personal loss, every death feels like a personal loss.
I hope we don't get used to seeing people die because something dies within, when you see a departing smile.
We consider it an etiquette to smile before closing a door or to look sad because we don't want to leave.
Is it necessary to repent while the door is closing? Why don't we repent while we are standing at the frontier and there is still some time left?
Everything becomes nothing one day so make sure you don't choose a predestined end and die many times.I am afraid of those who are always late to apologise.
©nightwriter_i -
dewanshk
63w
Read MoreHey beautiful people,
Read the first 5 chapters before proceeding to this one. Look for any grammatical/spelling errors. Tag everyone you know here on Mirakee in this post and repost as much as possible.
Thank you
#AndSoLoveHappened
'Smile'And So Love Happened!
CHAPTER - 06
Dhwani and Vansh were having samosa sitting in a corner. The canteen was overcrowded that day and all the hubbub made it hard for them to have a conversation. It was hilarious when they had to scream hard to make the other person hear and the constant guffawing made their stomach ache.
"It has stopped raining. I think I should leave now." Dhwani said controlling her laughter but burst out again when she saw Vansh trying hard not to laugh anymore.
"Yeah," Vansh sighed, "We should move before it starts raining again."
The streets of Delhi were inundated with rainwater. There was hardly any place left to walk. The smell of petrichor was very enticing. Dhwani would have, if she could, bottled up the aroma of nature. Vansh, however, was more tempted by the visual aesthetics of the surrounding. Without delay, he captured a few quick shots with his brand new Moto G3 camera.
"Hey, where do you live?" Vansh asked.
"Mayur Vihar," Dhwani answered.
"So... you'll catch a metro. Right?"
"No, Mr Richie pants. I'll take 534."
"Oh, right." Vansh grinned. "Let me walk you to the bus stand," he asked gently.
"Sure, if you don't like your clothes."
Vansh chuckled and they walked carefully saving themselves from the filthy rainwater all around.
"You were asking me something in the playground," Vansh said gently pitting his hand behind Dhwani's back when she was struggling to move.
"In the ground? Oh, I was telling you that I liked your movie review?"
"Which one?"
"The Brooklyn one."
"Really? Thank you. Have you watched the movie? You should watch the movie."
"I am planning to watch it soon. What's it about?"
"Well, I don't like to give out spoilers but it's a beautiful journey of an Irish girl finding herself in the Brooklyn city trying hard to find a balance between love, family and her life in the new city. Saoirse Ronan, my favourite, is just phenomenal in her role. You should watch it for her." Vansh got carried away.
"Actually... I have read the novel and... Ahm! I have also read your review." Dhwani said patting Vansh's shoulder.
They had reached the bus stand. Dhwani sat down finding herself a seat but Vansh was standing quietly staring at Dhwani as if asking her, why didn't she tell him before he was blabbering about the movie like an idiot.
"Come on. Sit down." Dhwani said showing him the seat beside her.
"Hey, can I ask you something if you don't mind?" Vansh asked sitting down.
"Anything, except asking me out for a movie," she said in jest.
"Well...," Vansh shrugged and looked the other way.
"What?" Dhwani gasped covering her mouth with her palm. "You weren't asking me for a movie. Were you?"
"I don't know. Kind of. Maybe." He replied awkwardly.
After sitting quietly for a while, Dhwani asked, "When did we meet before?"
"You don't remember?" Vansh asked surprisingly.
"Uh-huh!" She shook her head.
"Are. You. Serious?"
"Don't create any more suspense. Tell me. The bus is here. Hurry up!" Dhwani babbled standing up from her seat in a hurry.
"Go out for a movie with me first," Vansh said smiling looking at her.
"Ha Ha," she laughed sarcastically, "very smart!" She said hopping into the bus.
"Bye!" Vansh said waving at her. Dhwani waved back with a gleaming white smile as the door closed. Vansh watched the bus go standing at the bus stand for a while and found himself smiling like an idiot when the bus went out of his sight.
©dewanshk -
dewanshk
63w
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Hey Beautiful people,
Please read the first 4 chapters before reading this one. Tag everyone you know on Mirakee because not many people are reading this story.
Check for any grammatical/spelling errors in this chapter.
Thank you
#AndSoLoveHappened
'Smile'And So Love Happened!
CHAPTER - 05
It was a grey afternoon with a dull sky threatening rain. The wind was chilly enough to get goosebumps and strong enough to let Dhwani's hair fall over Vansh's face. For some time, none of them spoke anything. They both were walking quietly looking at the grass beneath their feet.
"So... how was your class?" Dhwani asked breaking the silence.
"Uh, don't even ask me. It was horrible. I only survived it somehow." Vansh replied.
Dhwani chuckled and again, there was a silence for a few moments.
"So, what are you up to?" Vansh tried to carry the conversation forward.
"Umm... I was just playing badminton and I don't have any more lectures today so I'll head home before it starts pouring down."
"You play badminton!" Vansh said surprisingly.
"Yeah, it's my passion."
"Really? I've never seen you play badminton here."
"Well, it's a new passion and we were playing before you came," she took a pause and asked, "Do you like badminton?"
"No, I am very bad at it. But... I can watch you play."
"You can play with me too."
"But I don't like losing," Vansh made a silly excuse.
"C'mon. I'll let you win." Dhwani persuaded.
Vansh smiled nervously and once again, there was complete silence between them for a short while. Vansh was feeling shy around her and was constantly trying to hide it behind his smile. He was gently kicking the grass while they were strolling around the playground and was completely invested in the movement of grass.
Dhwani found it ironically attractive when she noticed Vansh trying hard to make eye contact with her and failing again and again. She was amused by his ability to get lost in himself while having a conversation.
"Hey," Dhwani muttered, "I liked your movie review."
"Huh!" Vansh blurted out as if someone has woken him up from sleep, which made Dhwani laugh aloud.
"Where were you lost?" She asked giggling.
Vansh hid the embarrassment behind his wide smile. "I was lost in your eyes," he covered up looking at her firmly.
This made Dhwani a bit conscious and she slowly put the hair lying on her face behind her ear, getting her eyes off of him for a moment.
"You weren't even looking at me," She said squinting her eyes.
All of a sudden, the rain started smashing onto the heads of students there. Dhwani swiftly grabbed Vansh's hand and ran towards the Pipal tree near the Canteen to take shelter. Vansh gripped her hand in a stronger clasp when Dhwani got startled with the sudden thundering and they both burst into laughter.
©dewanshk -
dewanshk
63w
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Hey beautiful people,
Thank you so much for making efforts to reach this story to more people. I have to mention @fajr_fajr @recluse and @gunjit_jain for being more exited than me to share this story. You guys have my heart.
Although, there aren't enough likes on the previous post but I am posting the next chapter because I love you all.
Please tag all those people you have tagged yesterday and make everyone read this love story.
Also, look for any grammatical/spelling errors in the chapter.
Look for the word "Birdwatching" in urban dictionary if you don't know what it means.
Do tell me if you had any fling/love story in your school or college or office or some place else. I'd love you hear it.
I'd be very happy if you take a moment and tell me in the comments what you think is going to happen the next.
Thank you
#AndSoLoveHappened
'Smile'And So Love Happened!
CHAPTER - 04
The second lecture was going on. Mirana ma'am was teaching Remote Sensing. The class was unbearable as usual. Understanding anything that she taught was an arduous task due to her strong Manipuri accent.
"How much time is left?" Asked Pulkit.
"Doesn't matter. Time stops when Miss Mirana teaches." Vansh answered yawning.
"I'll go to the playground after the lecture," Pulkit said.
"Since when do you play any sport," sarcastically Vansh said.
"Well 'birdwatching' should be a sport too," Pulkit winked.
While Vansh was getting bored to death, Dhwani's lecture was over and she, with her two friends, was going to the Canteen to grab a quick snack.
"Hey look, she is the teacher I was telling you about the other day who always wears a skirt," Yashika told Dhwani pointing towards Mirana Ma'am.
Pulkit noticed Dhwani while she was peeping through the door to check out Mirana ma'am's outfit. He signalled Vansh moving his eyes to look at her. They accidentally locked their eyes when Vansh looked at her. Dhwani instantly turned her face to look away and scuttled off abruptly as if someone has caught her stealing.
Vansh, Pulkit and the group headed towards the playground after the class was over. The sun was hiding behind the clouds. The weather was a bit cooler than normal. Students were sitting in the shade of the trees. A few of them were practising football, some were on the basketball court, students from the dancing society were practising on the tennis court and Dhwani, with her friends, was leaving the ground after playing badminton.
Dhwani waved at him when she saw Vansh entering the playground. Vansh returned the gesture by waving back with a smile. The two groups of friends crossed each other near the entry gate of the ground while they both slowed down to meet in the middle. As soon as they were left alone, they grinned awkwardly and slowly started walking together.
©dewanshk -
whitewings
64w
Read MoreFor a moment forget
that she has breasts
or the sanctum of life and death
between her legs.
Look at her eyes
and the lingering sadness.
Ask her for once
of all those dreams she suppressed,
the lover she still misses.
The torments
her heart has kept secret.
Let her existence be
about her own self,
and not merely to measure
a family's honor
or to pleasure
a wrecked man's senses.
For once see a woman
as a human.
For a moment forget...
she has breasts
or the sanctum of life and death
between her legs.
©whitewingsFor a moment forget
that she has breasts
or the sanctum of life and death
between her legs.
©whitewings -
wisteria_
69w
Turn around maybe, sleep,
This night that demands answers,
Is just another nightmare,
That came too early,
And might never leave.
Grey, that seeps in,
From the filtered black,
And a shadow you still see,
Looks lesser dead than you do,
Why don't you just sleep?
Hush these bags beneath eyes,
And ears know not to hear,
They didn't when the world,
Was presented on platter,
As a pristine white advice.
Oh, if you wait for birds now,
They're far gone to ease,
A monster might fly to window,
And if you looked closer,
It might have your own face.
You wonder if the eyes dry up,
And hopes evaporate back to sky,
You would know pain rests,
Beside a pillow with a knife hidden,
Sleep honey, it's a long night.
You are a child within four walls,
Who cries and screams,
You are a free prisoner of dark,
Who is told to get help,
Isn't it all a fear tiptoeing on your neck?
The faces of daylight, and smiles,
Look pale without love now,
Sleep, before the bathroom ties you,
To a mirror, that knows the words,
You dread to your bones. -
"Don't you ever recognize old friends when you meet them in the West?"
"you've a terrible
memory, zo;
how can you forget
something so crucial—"
words echo in the
back of my head
like bells chiming away
in an empty cathedral,
and I don't quite recall
whose voice it is.
at supper, I ate up two
promises I made
in the winter of last
year, and they fluttered
in my stomach like
butterflies, before
stinging like bees,
but it doesn't matter
because I don't recall
whom I made them to.
someone said that it's
a curse that I forget
people who made me
happy so easily,
like a wisp of breeze
that played with my
hair for a fleeting
moment and then
disappeared for forever;
whoever that was,
they were right,
it's a dark and gloomy
thing when you don't
long for anything,
because then you realise
your heart is empty,
and you long for
nothing to fill it up.
if everyone were walking
on snow and sand,
leaving behind their
footsteps,
leaving a mark of the
memories they made,
I probably will have
nothing because I've
walked on concrete
roads and cobblestones.
"you've a terrible
memory, zo;
how can you forget
something so crucial—"
the voice exclaims.
"what has become of me,
I don't even
remember myself;
I'm so free that it aches,
I'm so free that it hurts;
I want someone to
bondage me with love,
someone I could cry
to every night,
someone who could
hurt me enough to tell
me I'm alive,
cause when you're
hurting, you aren't
dead yet;
someone that I'm able
to remember—"
I mourn.
©zohiii
