Miraquill
I am
I am the broken presentation of my inner pain .
I am the stolen soul of my nature's glee.
I am the weaken body of my inner lies .
I am the growing tree of my all disparities .
Hoping ,I am not broken but the mended presentation of my inner pain.
©jkamil3
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Inner loneliness
We met in the solitude of garden but our inner solitude ended the conversation
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Crunch of justice
Belief of achieving a dream .
Idea of bringing a cream .
Struggle of making a scream .
A scream that can echo "justice ".
Long Walks ,to the destiny of change .
Silent talks ,to the fraternity of one goal .
Mingled planes ,to the creativity of single plane.
A plane that can bring "justice".
Begun, with a morning of crispy scents .
A scent of freedom my nostrils breathed .
A scent of mutiny my soul absorbed .
A scent of hope my mind restored .
Restored ,because it wasn't a justice in day.
But ,a war of days to seek ,a justice in day .
What is the time ,asked my friend .
In justice , there is no time but only the right time .
To welcome ,the fruit of unflinching determination.
My eyes witnessed the body drenched in sweat .
My eyes captured the struggle of body dying in pain .
My mind observed the vigorus of souls falling in traps of lies .
My soul attracted the vibes of positivity in the sea of little negativity .
What is the time ,asked my friend .
In justice ,there is no time only the right time.
To make ,the history of survival in hard .
In the combat of justice ,dawns and dusks were died .
In the search of justice ,candles in the hearts were lit .
To see bright ,even the surrounding is dark .
Each day ,a hope it is today .
Each day ,a dream it is almost done .
Each day ,an ecstasy ;it is ours .
But among each day ,the day of justice is irreplaceable .
It's dawn is the dawn of heaven .
It's day is the day of strike .
A strike that has strongly hit the tides.
And ,now the right time is here to taste the "crunch of justice "
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Experiences are spontaneous and learnings are planned
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Memories
In the end ,we have nothing but only memories to recall .No matters ,they are sweet or bitter but they are our best time builders 'the memories'
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Becomes a belief
A writers story is just a narration for you .
A writers contemplation is just a thought for you .
A writers belief is just a suggestion for you .
A writers message is just a words for you .
But ,soon it becomes a belief .
It's just not you but it's about all of us in this world .We daily read something, that is just a line of words for that moment or a story of somebody at some place .But soon those words becomes a belief .A belief of ours ,those lines that were just words ,now it hit us so hard ,as they were just written for us .The reason is that everything is just a story of someone but it soon becomes a belief of ours when we in real passes through that phase or experiences that line of words in our life .Inshort ,we understand it's not only the story of a character but it is the story of everyone of us ,sooner or later .
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Simplicity
It can neither be groomed nor styled ; because it is inborn.
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Happy Mother's day
Tell your mom that her existence teaches you; that in this world, the beginning of selfless love is from her womb .
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Who is he ?
I call him some nick names ,and he call me some nick names .
Do you know ,who is he ?
If for the second you thought somebody else ,He is with no doubt my Dad
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Odd but one
A pretty woman in credulity of her beauty ,and A handsome man in credulity of his looks ,don't you think makes a good pair
©jkamil3
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gaurangig
4w
Read MoreFairytales, folklore;
Some tragic, some happy to the core!
A lost princess, a damsel in distress, ��
Handsome princes��, villains ��♂️like eye sores!
Smart wizards��♂️, cunning witches,
Old crones, as cruel as the grave,
Tall towers��, long hair,
Innocent girls, poor and naive!
Talking mice, singing birds,��
Flying horses��, changing toads,
Dense forests, sparkly lakes,
Across the seas��, along new roads!
Fairy god-moms��♀️, kind and gentle,
Tiny pixies, intelligent elves��♂️,
Little dwarves, sleepy and stumpy,
Old cottages��, with potions on shelves!
Bread crumbs to show the path,
Pumpkins ��that turn to carts,
Lost slippers made of glass,
Early mornings and midnight starts!
Wicked curses and scary spells!
Step moms and wicked maids,
Poison apples ��, magical cakes,
Kings and queens ��of hearts and spades♠!
Enchanted worlds, as tiny as a thumb,
Magical places, as large as giants,
Creepers ��that grow as tall as the sky,
Thick snow falls, and rains in torrents��☔!
Childhood dreams and hopes and scares,
As we grow up, they just change shapes,
But somewhere, in the heart, we still do hope,
There is a magical land, for which the heart craves!
©gaurangig
#wod #mirakee #writersnetwork #fairytales #forklore #tale
���������� ������ ���� �������� #������������ ������ ������ #����!! ��Fairytales and Forklore!
I dream of a world, with a magical wand
I will wave it and woosh! Corona will be gone!
©gaurangig -
amsterdam
7w
Read MoreAfter reading The Fox and the Crow.
In the name of vanity, you throw all caution to the wind and happily feast on poisoned apples even if you know there's no such thing as free lunch.
The mirror is a liar with a poker face.
You don't see what's coming your way because your bangs is in the line of your sight. But it doesn't bother you at all because you think you look and feel great with it.
You've been told more than a dozen times that
there's a danger in trusting somebody
a little bit too much, but on the night it rained flattery, you were wide awake holding a pail and a bucket.
Flattery is your Achilles heel.
When it falls on your lap, every ounce of common sense left in your pockets flies out of the window faster than a scared Sparrow.
You say you'll just cross the bridge when you get there. But what if it's a hanging bridge and you have an awful fear of heights?
What if there's no bridge? What if it's not a bridge but a zip line? What if it's a dead-end?
What if it's a trap? What if it's a scam?
Too much appetite slash hunger for validation may not kill you yet it doesn't mean that you can ignore warning bells the way you ignore traffic lights.
It's human nature, you say.
Your life, your rules? To each his own?
Well, maybe but here's the bad news.
Regret is a traitor that will kiss you in the end.
Enjoy the flattery but never get carried away.
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05.04.21
#fable that looks like a twisted fairy tale. haha.
@writersnetwork I heart you .��✨VALIDATION
In the name of vanity,
flattery might blow you away.
Never get carried away.
©amsterdam -
uma_iyaaa
11w
Clouds☁️
Litte pieces of heaven sprinkled all over earth you glide so imperfectly,
A master shapeshifter frozen in the present yet always purposefully travelling towards future...
©uma_iyaaa -
ablaze_writer
17w
I bewatch the blue infinity up above
Only to see the survivors soaring high
While my thoughts remain caged
In the finite boundaries of diaries page.
©ablaze_writer -
soulfulstirrings
51w
Read MoreFall to rise .
#storyofaleaf @odysseus @sumana_chakraborty @preetkanwal
#concretepoetry
Reposting an old write .
Thank you so much @writersnetwork for the kind repost ❤️Feuille
She Falls
From
Wuthering
Heights into the
Embrace of this land
Hung by threads of faith
Yet readily accepting her fate
When the Mistral tugs one last time
Announcing the arrival of departure
From the comfort of a home that once
Was And slowly but steadily as she falls
With a grace that matches none Singing
Herself a lullaby looking up just that one
Last time before her abode seems just a
Mackle in moments swift That bring her
Down softly Landing on a carpet along
Side many who let go much before her
She being a brighter viridian colour
Amongst feuillemort hues That
Glow like fading embers on a
Night that was hers for one
Last time before melting
Into oneness with the
Others who await
With patience
To become
One with
The soil
The very
Place
from
Where
She
Took
Root
And
As
Our
Eyes
Meet
For
That
One
Last
time
I bow
To
Her
// For she's taught me that if you fall ..fall with Grace
Trusting your journey downwards
Cos where something ends .. something new always begins//
©soulfulstirrings -
kimberlyrihana_g
55w
Read More#blacklivesmatter
Edited: OMG thank you @writersnetwork and everyone who liked and shared.They cut through each other. Saw they bled the same blood and still insisted that one was superior to the other.
©kimberlyrihana_g -
lets_all_laugh_at_me
32w
Read MorePic credit - @auriferous_dreamer_
When somebody loves you for nothing in return it is the truest form of love. In my story i like someone so much but its my catastrophic luck which is preventing her to come in my life but i have no sorrow in that because she was the dream which many people dreamt of but only a few could acquire. I am proud that instead of dreaming i was able to put efforts so that i could have her presence in my life for a longer period of time. Time was like that big gushing flowing river where we are just some mere pebbles due to the flow we have met i don't know for how long we would be together even if we get separated i am going to look back at this smile in happiness for the merry moment we have cherished together.
Thank you for reading
P.S.- if are also in one sided love with someone i wish that get that person soonUnexpected love
©lets_all_laugh_at_me
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Honesty is a straight line, uttered in seconds; while lies take only twists and turns leading to nowhere, and take hours to spin.
©wanowak -
priincessruth
50w
Fear, my greatest enemy
An enemy of self
Self an extension of me
Me, just another victim
Victim to the brutal leadings of anxiety
Anxiety, my trigger
A trigger that gives rise to the bullets of hopelessness
Hopelessness? A deeper sea than the river of fear
The river of fear that consumes my entire being
My being once cherry and blissful
Now fallen and dried up in the cold cold hands of my predators
The silent killers.
©priincessruth -
aquib_khan1
69w
Read MoreShe hides pain in her veins,
An epitome of insane sanity.
She is who lovingly hates
And smiles in her melancholy.
She is only 'she' for whom my heart beats.
She was my love but parallel like shores
That never meet.
She was in deep grief fell from a twig
Like leaves.
From a tree of love in an endearing land,
Decimated by the will of the fate.
©zacksparrow //Aquib //
#collab @twinkling_girl #mirakee #pod @writersnetwork @mirakee #iam_fuddu_writer.
