Miraquill
आज फिर एक ज़ख्म कुरेदने जा रही हूं,
आज अरसे बाद किसी का सामना करने जा रही हूं।
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Defeated but not dead
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The journey of truth and righteousness may be full of thorns and pain
But the result of the toil is full of happiness and blissful gain...
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I'd rather choose to be the worst person ever
And find the ruthless, attrocious and indifferent behaviour of the world more comforting...
Than, be nice and happy and let them pierce my soul and bleed my being to death...
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Not all Valentine's Days are for lovers to meet and say a romantic hi
For some this day begins with seeing your heart off on a train with a teary good bye ..
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jaspreetkd
15w
तुम चले तो जाते हो हर बार छुट्टी से वापिस
ये कह कर के अगली बार जल्दी लौटूंगा।
इंतज़ार लंबा होता है और तन्हाई के लम्हे ज्यादा
ये अलग रहने का ख्याल भी लगता है बड़ा भयानक इरादा।
जाने से दो दिन पहले से तुम्हारे बक्सों को एक के ऊपर एक लगे देखना दिल के टुकड़े कर देता है हर बार
जाने कब साथ होगा दोबारा, कब खत्म होगा जुदाई का ये व्यापार।
जानती हु करते हो तुम देश की सेवा, इस पर गर्व है मुझे
पर इस दिल के अरमानों का क्या करू जो रहते हैं हमेशा उलझे।
ये भी जानती हूं के जाना होगा तुम्हे ,रोकने से रुकोगे नहीं
पर इन आंसुओं क्या करू जो रुकते नहीं।
हर बार दिल को समझते समझते अब अक गई हूं
यूं किश्तों में जीते जीते अब थक गई हूं।
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आज बड़ी आसानी से जताया उसने जो किया मेरे लिए
इतने सालों की जान पहचान का उसे एक बार ख्याल न आया।
दस्तूर ए इंसानियत निभाने निकले थे हम ज़माने में
अपना किया तो बखूबी याद था उसे, मेरा किया एक बार भी याद न आया।
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I thought the only thing that could steal my heart were those oceanic hazel eyes on your face...
Till I got locked in your most comforting embrace...
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How i understand the world
It intrigues me and fascinates my mind
To see people so spineless and dumb
Who have no courage to speak on the face only blabber behind...
They will talk about justice and righteousness
Hollow they are from within
They will silence the one who is suffering
Promise them that they would be no more a victim
But all they do is harass the sufferer
Hide their ugly ruthless faces behind masks of fake niceness and useless rule books which they never abide...
Rott him through the journey of truth
And then eventually drain him to death and say oh! Justice was never denied
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When you have witnessed enough drama to such an extent
Where deepest, darkest lies are spoken about you without hesitation, causing your mental health an irreparable dent...
The best one could do is, cut such toxic ties and make such relations end
All of them are anyways, no wellwishers, they are only vultures disguised as relatives and friends..
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jaspreetkd
25w
How many of you feel that having influential relatives or friends is a bliss and its alright to take help from them to ease out certain processes or tackle certain stuck issues in life, or one should only follow rules ,help oneself and no shortcuts... Honest opinion please??
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Winter
Winter is a hard task master and a thirst quencher !!!!!
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aisha999 15w
शिकायत
एक दिन शिकायत तुम्हे
वक्त और लोगो से नही बल्कि
खुद से होगी की जिंदगी सामने थी और तुम
दुनिया में उलझे रहे ।। -
muskaanbhatt
13w
Read MoreA quote not a poem��
What sadness is and what it feels like i can't say exactly as i barely go through it but i can say sadness is lethal for human body if taken granted��
(Ephemeral here means short span)
#pod #wod #ofsadness #happy
Welcome back @miraquill @writersnetwork hope you both enjoyed your wedding days, hoping for your honeymoon plan soon����SADNESS
"Ephemeral Sadness can temporarily shake a soul but when for a prolonged span it can burn a soul utterly to ashes"
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Me
I'm learning to learn myself
I'm learning the lanuage of the soul written in the stars
What am I?
A soul trapped in a body?
What am i?
Made of stardust, Dwelling in magic?
I am nothing
But the Universe itself,
I'm burning like the Sun,
Soothing like the Moon
Void like a Blackhole,
Persistent like Whitedwarf
I am Nothing,But everything..
©soulverses_ -
divyanshi28_03
26w
Read More#learning #wod #writersnetwork #miraquill
@writersnetwork @miraquill
Thank you @writersnetwork for ❤️✨✨Gradually, learning to crawl after every unwanted fall,
Learning to embrace after every darkened scar,
I own.
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Mold
A brief memory crossed my mind,
Things that are lost far behind.
The books that were meant to be written,
Never started, yet covered in mildew.
The places that were meant to be visited,
Never reached, yet marked to renew.
Far from home, abandoned and lost,
I lay down under a small patch of sun.
Soon disappeared as the mold grows
And what was meant to be discovered,
Covered under thick layer.
Making it harder to ever reach to me.
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Risks
Life it's self is a risk, taking bold steps is a risk. nothing making moves is risky. So either ways everything is risk. but more importantly taking calculated risks is key!
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kosachaya
46w
Read MoreDear childhood,
Unwinding the closed pages.
Buried for humongous ages.
Concatenating the memories of past.
Estranging timely stances to last.
Though birth was miraculous impulse.
Giving mother an intriguing pulse.
Rejuvenating the odyssey to start.
Dwelling unwarranted emotions never to retard.
Quivering growth of lifetime.
Trembling the pathways rhyme.
Recreating the epitome to memories.
Delineating senses with beautiful sceneries.
Quondam the inimical desire to wriggle.
Letting heart to jingle.
Contemplating the visual perception .
Contouring childhood at various junction.
Felt deter to every core.
Which still my heart bore.
A question often perpetuate.
Reverberating stars around the fate.
What I really wanted to be?
At one day wished to see.
Childhood passed by .
Time gave a sigh.
Answers are yet to be found.
What I am really to bound ?
Perplexed with the theories of past.
Virtually visualising the cast.
Envisioning the childhood unwind.
This is the smallest rewind.
©️kosachaya
- S Gayathri Vijayaragavan
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Epistolary poem
#childhood #wod.
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“ I am an abandoned building with few birds visiting me after sunset. Sometimes kids enter through the front door to search for lost cricket ball and other times…….”
A thought of being static ,trespass the zephyr to sing a song of solitude broken at every altitude . Thriving the verses of chaos in every unwritten hymn where the mind boggle to find reasons for abandonment. Bewildering the voice to squall…. “Why only me?”Envisioning the intriguing past to last …with a period of rejuvenation …Letting an unending wait continue with a hope to envision the harmony with the contiguous world which I haven’t ever seen…….
©️kosachaya
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love_whispererr
46w
Read MoreMy life looked good on paper ; where, in fact, almost all of it was being lived.
_Martin Amis
#cage #wod
Thank you so much @writersnetwork ��
I'm always grateful @miraquill (✿ ♡‿♡)Inside a cage of papers, I unpaper many fragrances of life
Folding a yellow paper,
my grandfather taught me
how to make a paper plane,
he put a paperclip on the plane
& said "it'll fly farther dear"
I grinned and wasted many papers
while trying to make planes and
he was smiling and
I saw a beautiful morning
on his wrinkled face.
I wrote "Hello Miss, I like you"
on a reddish-pink paper
while holding my thirteen years of courage
& with my best friend's moral strength,
I gave that paper to my favourite miss
but my principal beat me black and blue
but I smiled when a soft zephyr
from the window touched my cheek
while passing through her jhumka.
Trigonometry, algebras and mensuration
the last page of my mathematics copy
was looking like a garbage center
while I got busy with the reckoning
of my life and inside the
totting-up of my flummoxed existence
where a newspaper on my table
was looking for someone's nudge.
And one day, I departed this life
while bowing down my head
to the mysterious candour of death
I gulped some darkness but couldn't vomit
I chewed many sighs but couldn't sigh
I gnawed some lies but couldn't stop a death
and to prove the end of my extant,
a piece of paper was needed
"A death certificate"
~a closed chapter of papers
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