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I promise you constellations
for every darkest hour that you suffered,
I promise you rivers of happiness
for every tear that fell from your eyes.
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ishrat_zaman
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i break
in the ocean
of insaneness
whenever i look
into your eyes.
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Time compels itself
to deter the winds
of renovation there,
where the fragrance
of my beloved dwells.
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ishrat_zaman
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you were always the first
thought of my dawn
and last of the dusk,
reason behind my smile,
peace to my chaos,
relief to my pain,
identity to my anonymity.
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ishrat_zaman
39w
You see the splashes of love in colors
I see fear, for I'm unable to hold them with care.
You yearn for days to fullfill your dreams
I yearn for nights to cry over my stupid
unaccomplished aspirations.
You choose maturity and I choose sarcasm.
You love multitudes for assistance
I love solitude as my companion.
You dress up to look beautiful
I dress up to look sole.
You laugh at others and I
I laugh at my own absurdness.
In a crowd you are one of the
beautiful souls and I am
the ugliest F R U M P.
You are struggling to be strong
and I'm waning day by day.
You have the courage to confront
every battle I'm the one who listens
every piercing word with a foolish smile.
You admire beauty and I adore kindness
and loyalty.
In a squad of thoughtful minds
I am the mentally lost one.
MAYBE THAT'S THE REASON I AM NOT MEANT FOR THE WORLD AND ILLUMINATIONS BUT SOLITUDE AND DARKNESS!
©ishrat_zaman
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tejaswini_3
38w
Read MoreHere is our submission to the collab challenge by @say_me_krish. A bit late though, but here we try to pen down the journey of a young dreamer who treads on her path– with zest and bravery. And then arises the question: Does she succeed in her mission?
Read on!
The following pieces are being written by me (tejaswini_3), ishrat_zaman and tamanna3. (Team: The Dashing Dreamers)
WORD: EUNEIROPHRENIA- THE PEACEFUL FEELING WHICH YOU EXPERIENCE AFTER A PLEASANT DREAM
#euneirophrenia #smk_collab_ch #writersnetwork
#mirakee #dreams #ceesreposts
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~A Dream : Yet To Come True~
It sparkled– that flamboyant artistry–
On the walls of her dark bedroom,
–The Valley of Peonies– 'twas titled,
For bees zizzed around those pink florets,
Creating an artwork– so gaudy,
A ballerina– dancing amidst the waves pink,
With her inamorato– in her arms,
–Love blooming in their delicate hearts,
And pleasantness dispersing around,
Along with the citrusy fragrance..
There she stood–our young dreamy belle,
–Gazing at that appealing pair of lovers,
Dreamed she– to be with her darling,
In a field– of scarlet carnations,
A pledge she made–to her own self,
To be a dancer–and romance her dreams
–With the one, who taught her how to dream,
Her community–she feared; it was cruel,
And ever ready–to disgrace a dancer,
Still, nothing could stop her ardor,
Nay–not even her family ever could,
A tryst she made–with her own cravings–
Be it so! I will be a fighter of my own will
With a fresh euneirophrenia – she primed up,
With her accessories, she dressed herself up,
With a firm mind , she began her journey–
For a dream was to be made T
R
U
E....
©tejaswini_3
|| A DREAM: YET TO COME TRUE||
@ishrat_zaman
~The Warrior Dancer~
With a firm mind– she began her journey,
For a dream was to be made true...
Vanishing the gusts of despondence, collecting the shards of unaccomplished dream she groped the darkness of predicaments to find the pearls of success.
Whenever that helping hand which she needed the most reverted her way; making her helpless and drowning in the ocean of despair, then her own magic, her intrinsic strength deviated the winds of helplessness.
Without letting the people know, neither her parents and siblings nor her chums and chaps.She learned every step every action of her dream. Her every jump, turn , travel, gesture and stillness was
so perfect that when danced she found herself in Utopia and when she danced she turned herself into a quill floating in the air and soothing the dead hearts of broken ones.
She fell...a thousand times. Mistakes, she committed, so many! That's what happens when there is no tutor for guidance and your mistakes tend to be the only source of help.
Hope...it beamed like the sunflower in that mud pot on the leafy garden road. The sun may not shine on its leaves but, still the sunflower positively glances at it, with the hope that some rays might colour it's petals in a bright yellow ochre.
The radio, the television and even her compact mobile proved to be her best companions. Hiding from her members, she twirled and practiced those steps whenever a tune hit her eardrums. Music–
it got a special place in her heart and she learnt slowly that dancing is incomplete in itself; those notes and melodies complete it...just like how she fancied her incompleteness without her sweetheart..
And that day was not far away, when the notice for the prestigious dance competition arrived. She was the first one to register. With a heart beating faster than ever, she came home that day– and glanced at the painting again. The moonlight shone on its glassy surface and also through her courageous eyes.
Her anklets were ready. Her dress was ready; the bright blue lehenga with a yellow duppatta too was lying on the bed. But, was she ready to feel the euneirophrenia turn into reality? Was she ready to dance infront of hundreds of people– and her love amidst the audience?
For optimism, she looked at the heavenly night sky.
And what she saw took her breathe away: A Perseus, did the shimmering stars weave....
©ishrat_zaman
||The Warrior Dancer||
~The War Abandoned~
//A Perseus–did the shimmering stars weave,
On the fabric of the silent night sky,
The air croons a magical melody of jubilation,
As euphoria diffused in it; just like sugar cubes,
sweetening her wills to rise up
Euneirophrenia– All she could feel as soon as the morning rays kissed her face,
For she was that passional dancer, dancing in the Valley of Peonies,
They tintinnabulated; those anklets– on her ankles,
Were like silver linings for her golden dreams,
Dreams– of whirling on the notes of the Casio,
And also twirling on the tunes of the Sitar,
Adorning charming pendants on her sleek neck;
And the olive henna on her graceful hands,
Dancing– was her passion, her love, her life breathe...
–The day dawned, the most glorious one ever,
Along with the scorching sun, the flames blazed in her heart,
Flames– of perseverance and patience,
Her caged soul was ready now–
To break the shackles of restrictions,
To barge out of the penitentiary of the society,
/With kohl beautifying her dark almond eyes,
And zeel blinding the sight of her enemies,
She set–to be the dancing warrior/
All is fair in love and war– the aphorism said,
Her war was for her love; and was very just,
A lie doesn't hurt; for 'twas for a cause so good,
Lied–she; to her family,
And embraced her thirsty inclination– she could see
her dream up there--
Only to be drowned in a pool of
B
L
O
O
Drenched in
her red gore,
Her heart beats ceased– those seconds, she couldn't even count,
Her black eyes shut– in a black world of slumber..
And they did flutter open–
In a chamber white, with green curtains draping her
vision– dissevering her from her palaces of dreams.
– The surgeon apprised ,' You should not strain your legs, for an operation they have undergone,
'My stage! My theatre! My performance!– I can dance still....can I?
"–Shun the thoughts of performing, young girl; focus on your safety"–the cold advice she bitterly accepted
//And there she stands–in front of the painting,
Her valleys withered– her dreams vanished– her love forgotten//
©tejaswini_3
||The War Abandoned||
@tamanna3
~The Dancing Danseuse~
//And there she stands–in front of the painting,
Her valleys withered– her dreams vanished– her love forgotten//
With thoughts flitting around like tiny butterflies–
Even in my awake frame,
I yearn for euphoria
Still brimming at my heart,
Enwrapped within the foam
Of some dreamy blues.
The beats pulsating at my ears
Propels the old danseuse
Sentient still within my heart,
To sway back its esse
Yet in the land of nod I live in.
Running in the wilds of dwam,
I end up in a clearing and lose
My way back to the veracity of the day.
When at night, the stars set about
Peering at my distrait frame from above,
I want to shine like those stars
And dance with them
In the shimmering night sky,
I want to feel my legs piroutte
On the dance arena,
So be it, even if in dreams.
Now I breathe in blithe,
For unfettered now are my feet,
By the pennons of euneirophrenia
Like a bennison of saccharine fervour
Twirling in rhythm to my heartbeat
I'm sitting on the rings of Saturn, waving at the red and amaranthine stars, smiling back at me in twinkles, whilst burning their cores out, scorching heat emanating from fusion of hydrogen into helium.
I smile at the moon; still trying in vain, to hide those grey scars behind its visible side, shining a lucent glow.
I shut my eyes for a split second and suddenly find myself in the midst of tall looming buildings, dazzling lights, horns blazing at my ears, signboards naming the city of my dreams.
I bit my lips to see if I'm dreaming. Yet all I feel is the sweet kiss of euphoria pressing more serotonin into my senses, the blurriness of my specs-aided vision befogging my once sober mind.
I'm brought back natheless, into actuality, by the sound of brakes screeching on the road outside my open casement. I look around to see the familiar sooty walls and the blue ceiling looming over my solitude.
I walk up to the mirror and look at the person staring back at me, yet not wearing a doleful look anymore. Her eyes were a deep brown, and pupil a pellucid black; its depth seemed proffering me a whole different universe; where I nattered away with stars and planetoids, the companions I could never see; where I lived in Utopia and crossed paths with the lover I could never meet.
And I stood there still, flexing the muscles on my profile into a smile, knowing not how to bring my feet back on the ground. I kept soaring higher into the lulling heavens of my imagination. Imagination, that I could forsooth live, in the nebulous abode of my dreams.
I sit now, in the lap of euneirophrenia, still embracing the beatitude of the elysian seas I had, by choice, soaked myself in, even in this wakeful disposition.
©tamanna3
||The Dancing Danseuse||
TEAM: THE DASHING DREAMERS
//Not all dreams exist in this materialistic world–
Some live in a land of Euneirophrenia//Euneirophrenia: The Elysian Elixir
By-- The Dashing Dreamers
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bushra_tasneem
41w
Read More#forlorn #covid19 #isolation #doctor #social_distancing #lifetales #hope
My heartfelt dedication to all the doctors who lost their lives while treating the COVID patients. We all owe our lives to you DOCTORS. You are real heros. Thank you all from the bottom of our hearts. ❤️❤️❤️
@diva_scribbles
OMG!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT DID I JUST SEE!!!! ������
This is so so so unexpected. My 3rd repost by @writersnetwork and my 1st ever #pod. I am so so overwhelmed today....
True happiness is this, when you are quite sick and then @mirakee gives you this treat....Thank you soo so sooooo much mirakee.
Also Thank you to.all my fellow writers and readers who helped me achieve this in one way or the other. Love you all.... ❤️❤️❤️Isolation : a forlorn story
Silence babbled with me,
hopes played hide and seek,
and soon my life turned into a grief.
All measures and precautions taken,
yet my existence was all shaken.
Never thought my duty will turn into a foe,
treating my patients will become my woe.
That unerring virus spares none,
and here I am lying alone,
as some things can never be undone.
Surviving with this dilemma of life and death
is tough,
still I have faith in all the prayers even when this battle is rough.
Still I have no family members around,
coz I don't want to risk their lives,
perchance! I will die alone,
I may never go to my home anymore.
This isolation is now the only cure.
I see my death approaching near,
I won't see my family again, is all what I fear.
This seclusion has left me alone,
my body is alive yet my soul is so forlorn.
now my smiles are upset from me,
all I can do is cry out and moan.
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bushra_tasneem
43w
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#mauvec #endc #kalonc #writersbay #mirakee #ceesereposts
@writersbay
My heartfelt thanks to @writersnetwork for their kind repost. I can't express my happiness in words....This is my second repost by them. I am truly grateful to you. Means alot. This just made my day. Looking forward to more of it. I will surely try to write even better now onwards. ❤️❤️
@soulfulstirrings & @isma_sheikh Thank you lovely souls for mentioning WN here in my post. I am highly honoured and obliged. ❤️❤️❤️EPEOLATRY
In the end, what the
world beholds is the
finest blend of words
and emotions called "poetry".
But what we all fail to
espy is the ceaseless
efforts and thoughts
which the poet puts
to present himself,
from his mind, through
his pen, on the blank pages.
Seeking inspiration from
even those things and
occurences which do not
even make sense to many,
he creates a masterpiece
out of it.He does not only
see those pale blue, black
and mauve scars but also
feel them and try to make
them felt by the others as well.
Making those mauve scars,
his muse, he describes the
plethora of affliction and torture,
leaving readers' eyes teary.
Practicing epeolatry, and making
writing his only religion, he writes
to enlighten the bleakish hearts
and rusted minds of all kinds.
Being the connoisseur of writing,
he writes the depths and heights
which can't be seen but only felt.
To write, when he lifts his pen up,
his work makes people bow down.
When he delineates beauty, he
makes people believe in kalon
which is beyond any skin tone.
He is a poet and he is blessed
coz he can feel even a trifle of
emotion in myriad of ways.
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bushra_tasneem
44w
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I know this may seem to be very lame. So i am sorry for this one.����
But I had a point to keep so I wrote this. I have seen people appreciating popularity more than talent. I have seen people who pay really less attention to those who are not that popular. And that really saddens me��. Coz there are many such cases where people give up on their talents and creativity just because they never received such appreciation and recognition. And this is the saddest part��. Atleast we all should try our best to appreciate them coz there is no better way to motivate them.
Coz real upliftment of oneself is only when he/she uplifts the others along with him/her.
I don't know how many of you will read this and then how many of you will understand my motive and then how many of you will try to implement it. But even if a single person changes coz of this post, I would be glad enough. ������
THANK YOU.❤️
*******************DISCLAIMER*****************
I, in no way, want to hurt the sentiments of anyone. And also I never meant to say that the ones who are popular enough, are not worthy of it. People only get what they really deserve.��
#MirakeeWorld #ceesereposts #appreciate
@mirakee @writersnetworkAppreciate
Who do we appreciate?
Is that the one who is more popular,
or the one who has more followers,
or the one who is actually talented yet unnoticed?
Why do we appreciate?
Is it because we expect that back from them,
or we want to be included in their good books,
or because they really deserve it?
What do we appreciate?
Is it their fame,
or their stardom,
or their behaviour,
or their talent?
Praising good work is important,
so it's good to appreciate.
Appreciation is the way to motivate,
towards betterment, make people persuade.
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shrutishakya
44w
Read MoreWalk me to some place
Where the only feelings that exists are love and harmony
Where the smile means what a smile is meant to be
Where people don't own a smoke of feud but an angelic nimbus
Where the idea of 3 worlds is just bogus
Where religion and colour don't divide
Where hatred can do nothing but subside
Where the water teaches to flow free and not to assume the shape of surroundings
Where the air doesn't spread the fire but allows to stretch the wings
Walk me to some place far from here
Where my thoughts are mine and no one elses' to steer.
©shrutishakya
#mirakee
@bushra_tasneemWalk me to some place far from here
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shrutishakya
44w
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"I don't need you anymore"
Were the words I read in your eyes
The words your lips hid behind your lies.
"I don't need you anymore"
Screamed you, when the forever twain
Left one in pain.
"I don't need you anymore"
Said you, when you found your fit in your new world
Leaving me with your memories, sad and curled.
"I don't need you anymore"
Were the bitter words I heard in your sweet reason
For your deed, that to me, was no less than a treason.
"Why did I need you, ever and still"
Elevated my despair to greatest scale
"Why did I need you, ever and still"
'Cuase somewhere I knew we were never dovetail.
Lies told, feelings mocked by the guilty to fend,
But something tells me, this is not The end.
As the damage done was now beyond salvage
And the fire you ignited is now beyond love and rage.
© shrutishakya
#mirakee #writersnetwork
@bushra_tasneem @philosophic_fireflyI DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE
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bushra_tasneem
44w
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NOT BETTER, YET DIFFERENT
November it was,
a month before Christmas,
when an ordinary girl was born,
with something not so ordinary for this world.
In her greenish eyes the universe could be seen,
but there lied something which ceased everyone's grin.
Months passed,
as days vanished.
Now she could walk and talk,
dance and sing,
cheerful akin a bird without any wing.
But something which drew attention of all,
it was nothing but her shaking eye ball.
Quite after sometime,
they all became cognizant,
she had got those nystagmic eyes as God's present.
Born in family so stereotypical,
her problem seemed so illogical.
Being a girl is itself too tough at times,
on top of that, if she is born with some defect,
she becomes subject to absurd comments of all kind.
She has to excel wherever she goes,
this is all what she knows.
No matter her sky is so full of cloud,
she never leaves any stone unturned to make her parents proud.
That she is me,
and being compared with others,
my whole life was spent.
But I hope someday all this will end,
the day when i will no more have to pretend.
Soon I will make people realize,
if I am not better, atleast I am different.
© quotidian_ink
#different #life_talks #mirakeeworld #ceesereposts
@mirakee @writersnetwork @diva_scribblesIn the world;
where everyone is in the
persuit of becoming the best,
it becomes very important
for all of us to apprehend,
"if I am not better, atleast I am different."
© quotidian_ink
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Let's go where
The destiny calls us. Where we feel calmness and tranquility, where happiness awaits us, where wilderness refreshes our minds. Where life awaits us to bloom and bliss . We often called it as home.
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shrutishakya
45w
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On the other side of THE LINE
What is this place?
That has filth not even in trace.
What is this place?
That defines beauty in all its ways.
How can a place be so divine,
That it appears to be on the other side of THE LINE.
I had no clue where I was,
And how I ended up in a place sans any flaws.
I kept on walking guessing where could I be,
And my eyes rolled on serenity that any human eye could ever see.
The ground looked as if made of alabaster,
And the wind seemed to blow faster.
The air there was the medicine
To all of mans' stress and sin.
The water was like a stream of pearls
That made me forget all the worldly hurls.
I walked and walked to reach the farthest isle,
With a hope to never resile
But to know was this place for real?
As not on Earth can a place be so surreal.
It all seemed like a pleasant hoax.
And then I caught a glimpse of some folks
Who looked so merciful
As that place so beautiful.
I went to them to get rid of all my doubt
But they turned to me only to blow me out.
How could this even be true as they were all long gone
One of them was my grandpa and another my little brother stillborn.
My grandpa came to me to say
"Child, from that gawky world, you parted your way!!
Your last sleep was your last leap
And this beauty is a sign
That you are ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LINE!!"
© shrutishakya
#mirakee #writersnetwork
@bushra_tasneemON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE LINE.
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बड़ी दया आती है यह देख कर
कि तुम हमसे ईर्ष्या करते हो
नहीं पता था
इतनी खूबियां है मुझ में
जिन्हें तुम भी पाना चाहते हो .
©keeraa
