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Everyone grieves in their own way. When you lose someone beloved, they say time heals everything. You'll be fine, you have to be fine.. for the ones they left. For they will never be at peace if you grieve for them, and the ones who they loved and left, will find it painful to even breath.
For them, you'll do your utmost to move on with your life. But when it comes to some people, "move on" becomes a really insignificant term. You'll certainly meet new people; trust them, care for them and love them. But the voids your departed loved ones left, won't be filled ever, because those voids in themselves shape the silhouette of your heart.
When you try to forget everything and adjust to your supposedly "normal" routine, after mourning for what felt like decades condensed in a few weeks, those sudden bouts of anxiety that can strike you anytime between the dawn with an ever so forlorn yet bright sun and the midnight with those chirping crickets in your lawn, relentlessly haunt you. How is it possible that when the whole world goes on like it's supposed to go and comes at place just like it's supposed to be, you can't. While it takes time for everything to fall in place, even the slightest bit of distraction feels like a step towards it.
And when you finally get your life back on track, it's not that you don't miss them anymore, it's just you get way too good at maintaining those distractions. Yet still some days hit harder than any other. The day they used to blow candles with cheery smiles on their faces seems distant and even your home anticipates for a return while the brick walls hold their urges to sigh at the transient significance of days. A day which used to be a jovial endeavour, becomes a heavy spirited and dull-litted lantern. The candles get replaced with candelabras and the vacant room gets stuffed with an imaginary chandelier over your head. You wish them a happy birthday belated by a year when tears roll down your cheeks, each one holding an ocean of wishes within a single drop. Your wishful self knows that all of 'em are fickle yet you still hold those drops close to yourself like crushing your pillow on nights which are darker than usual.
Yes, everyone grieves in their own way, catching up with different distractions but whenever a sore nostalgia gets resurfaced; tears and whimpers are not the only sentiments you feel, a smile also gradually finds its way to your face again; since your time together is still what keeps you going. :)
~ Medha
WRITTEN ON 11.09.2021
POSTED ON 12.09.2021
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Overjoyed with passion
Coveting for an inner compassion
Yet no one for a "You did well";
Sliding my fingers through my own tresses
Ruffling as my bun goes down
Where a warm fuzz inundates from within
And all my senses come crashing about
I'mma dance it out~
Chasing shadows, feeling glum
Devoid of cerise evenfalls and blossom of plums
Rasping for air feverishly
While the ticking of clock hands brazen
As I embrace the last figments of will to still linger
To behold the halcyon sunsets yonder
And when I feel a yearning to shout
I'mma dance it out~
- Medha Anand
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// S H O W R O O M M I R R O R S //
Yet again, another dweller
drooling for those designer bags.
Yet again, another folk
picking the dirt with his rags.
While I, the omnipotent reflector of truth;
look over everything,
like the angels who descend from the elysian ether.
The two sides of me have perceived it all.
Blankets on the concrete pavements,
Wildflowers blossoming between the cobblestones;
Tires wrecking havoc while they lie asleep,
Vivid lights sparkling an unattainable aura.
Well-off exhibiting their wealth behind me
white faces yearning for a cent in bleak winters before me.
Twilight hits with ringing bells
when keepers arrive with hopes of
getting affluent entwined in their monopoly again.
Yes I've perceived it all with my prowess
while wandering astray in my sonder.
A personnel with avarice discernible on his face,
during the onset of daybreak,
looking for a present for his overseer
or rather an offering to quench his satiety of pinnacle.
An adolescent in a tattered attire
seeking alms from the gentleman with wrapped caskets.
A lady in red peeping through the sides of her sunglasses
scoffing at the versaces behind me
while holding onto her louis vuitton.
A lover hastening his way inside
to convey his lavish ardor to his beloved.
The working class drooling and envying
those forlorn futile wallets with no memoirs inside.
And at the end of the pavement,
under the glinting streetlights
stood a lover of metaphors beholding this bedlam.
Born in factories, where minors toiled
under their (k/bl)ind padrones,
I've led a luxury loaded life.
But I wonder sometimes if I was a mortal,
would I have embraced those cobblestones of this pavement
or hung upon those crummy cash cultures?
Still, I wish I would not desire for epicaricacy
rather I find being a muffled mirror
more compelling than a crooked wise.
I'd prefer gazing reticently at those cerise evenings
and cyanine dusks anytime
than being a callous creature with a love
for sweaty and forlorn bits of paper.
~ Medha
20.08.2021
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY BHAVYA ����
I love you brat ��❤️��
And yes! I forced you to make an account here with an ulterior motive muahahaha
lolTo the girl who annoys me the most,
Or maybe
To the girl who I annoy the most,
This very day, 15 years back, an angel fell from the heaven onto the earth, because she was too annoying to be kept in there any longer.
ᵍᵒᵈˢ ᵇᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ- ˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵈⁱᵛⁱⁿᵉ ᵇᵉⁱⁿᵍ ᵍᵒ ᵗᵒ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ, ʰᵘᵐᵃⁿˢ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵛᵉˣᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ˢⁱⁿˢ!!!!
And her wrath fell upon me. Well, it's not that bad, please don't sympathize with me (although I do deserve some pity, ahh, wOe iS mE.) But I'm a pro at it now, on duty since 2006.
You know what, Bhavya, you're the most (other/un)worldly, (plac/stup)id, (Ador/arrest)able, app(e/al)ling and (win/tire)some creature that has ever descended to the mortal realm. And I feel overwhelmed with (rel/gr)ief everyday because of your existence.
[eNouGh wiTh tHe wOrD pLaYs]
On a serious note, lemme let you in on a little secret I've been keeping, I'm so sorry to tell you this but when I say that you were adopted, I never lie (Oh not the cliché again XD). And don't misunderstand it for a joke. You know how serious and solemn person I am, don't you? So yeah, my deepest apologies but I've to break this fact to you that this cliché might be true in your case. But don't worry my sweet sisso, I've got your back. I love you no matter what. And I won't let mumma papa abandon you anytime soon. Trust me on this, okay love? ❤️
*ǝɹǝɥ ǝƃuᴉɹɔ pǝɥɔᴉlɔ sᴉɥʇ puǝ sʇǝl*
Bhavya.. This is the first time I'm writing a letter addressing you, ain't it? Well, I just wanted to tell you about the things I love you for. Your presence in my life is a blessing in disguise..! XD (Hey don't beat me after this, I called you a blessing didn't I? XD)
But I ain't lyin' when I say, I love you. I love contending with you for blanket on cold evenings. And I love you even if you push the blanket aside on those chilly nights, leaving you and me in the cold. Messing your short hair, patting you like a cute pomenarian. Bonking you on the head out of nowhere. And how I remember you whenever I'm angry (because half of the times you're the reason behind it). I love clicking your pics when you're dozing off to save a chuckle for later. Seeing you draw, immersed in it with your heart. Giving you new weird names, trying to find a weirder one each day. Flicking you on the forehead and running that instant to avoid your wrath. Sprinting to the washroom to see who's gonna bath first. Singin' songs with you in chorus, laughing like crazy, when mumma scolds us for being loud. I love you even though you mess up with the lyrics of almost all the songs we chorus like lunatics. I love how your eyes shine when you talk about art, comics, anime and Marvel. I love how the first thing we do the moment it strikes 12 at your b'day, is strangle each other while I clumsily shout the lyrics of "Happy Birthday". I love it when you're happy, it reminds me of a smiling koala.
And don't worry my love, I love you even when you sneak out my chocolates, but please don't do that :( I love you even when you snatch my teddy away from me. I love you even if you steal away my pens from me. I still love you even when you finish your ice-cream or treats first and growk at mine with droopy puppy eyes with hopes that I'll give you some of it. (Well jokes on you, I WON'T. You have to try harder LOL)
Oh yeah, And I love that already-settled-without-really-settling pattern we have, of you asking me if you can ask me something and me replying with a no only to be asked about it anyway. (I just wanted to mention it idk why lol)
Bottom line, Yes, I adore you a lot! (Just don't rat me out to mumma when I make a mistake, and give me few bites of your pizza slice when we make it next. I'll love you more okay..?)
Sometimes I wonder, how in the world are we so in sync when we shout or dance like some deranged duo, when there ain't a single thing common between us. Like just look at our skills, your drawings and paintings keep reminding me how you're the adopted one, 'cause I can't even draw a tree without making it look like a potato. I'm so jealous TT
Also, I wanted to say I'm proud of you. You're working harder and it shows (Although you should definitely try working on your comic addiction! It's getting way too out of hand lol).
But I know you're working on subjects. I get elated seeing my little sis working on herself. But always remember, Don't let few bad grades get you worked up. They'll improve gradually and I'm happy you're trying. Also, never let your innocence and naivete take best of you and never get flustered over fake friends. Your life is more than that. And I hope you'll live a great life and you'll be contented with whatever you do and whenever you do. It's okay to mess up so never let yourself too down from it and live your life the way you want.
Stay happy always. (Lemme be happy sometimes as well by annoying me less TT)
Happy Birthday Bhavya
P.S.- Don't get too touched or happy after reading this, alright? It doesn't mean anything. I just wanted to write something but wasn't getting any idea about what exactly should I? So I just wrote this as a filler, nothing more. Okay naa? You're not sPeCiaL at all.
P.P.S.- PleAsE dOn'T hiT mE...
Happy Birthday again my Lobe❤️
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I WISH YOU WERE A(LI)V(E)
Dawns condemned me of
my soaked pillows
Honey dipped dews
on those lushy willows
no longer smelled same
since your fragrance left.
Even the coffee stains
on our blanket
remind me of your silhouette.
The aubades on my journal
are unsung now
with nobody to hum
along my lines.
Curled up in your arms,
solace sprouted on barren ravines.
But now, as uhtceare hits me
Gawking at my roof
I stay there wide awake at five
//And wish
for you to be alive.//
Greetings of sun
with it's pierian smile
now seemed as if
it was mocking me
of my anguish.
Noon always kissed me
with blessings
placing a tender mark
on my forehead
heralding my worth.
Now it's embrace resounded
my mallacht and how
my covet for you was in vain.
Those mid-summer afternoons
always brought with them
an antsy mugginess
but you concealed it up till now.
When withstanding this
becomes gruelling
I heave out a sigh
and ponder if we never met,
I would've been able to adapt.
I know that even though I deny
//I still have wished
for you to be a lie.//
Returning to our once-latibule
girdled with blues
rather than your chirpy hues,
I miss those lilacs
in our chambers
now replaced with lilies
which always nudge me
to cease scribbling sonnets to you
reminding of how now
I should learn to
compose you elegies.
With nobody to cafune
through my tresses,
my shrivelled elflocks
whisper to let you remain in my sonnets.
Not for you, but for me
To believe
and to strive
//I want to wish
for you to be alive.//
As dusk hits with my saudade
for you and I gawp at your portrait
I, at long last, look at
the eccedentesiast behind that facade
The wilted rose in your cherished vase
only has figments of its fragrance left
as it awaits for you to put a halt
to its aeonian thirst.
I go to bed hugging
the residing figments of you in the air
with no one to cover me with a blanket
in the middle of the night
on chilly dark hours.
I bawl at a pitch no one can hear
without shedding a teardrop
of my emotions
being drained of all leftovers.
Nothing extricates me from this dolour
where no pinch of beacon to descry
//Again I wish
for you to be a lie.//
The drapetomaniac inside me
laughs at my ellubient past
while I get lost in my nyctophillic reverie
and it continues to outlast.
//I wish till dawn
for you to be a(li)v(e).//
~ Medha Anand
22.07.2021
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To our Unicorn ��
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MANU ❤️
A mellifluous note in dripping silence, a clement rain in my parched vales on muggy evenings, a unicorn with a crown of gladioluses, She ushered with her, rainbows and rays of hope, love and compassion. Scribbling verses, odes and proses with eumoiriety, she perplexes everyone with her winsome yet orphic psyche.
Manu ❤︎
I'm not good when it comes to birthday wishes, I'm not good when it comes to admiring people with words and embellishing them with heartwarming metaphors holding tear-jerking emotions. I'm quite clumsy at it to be honest. Even when I write birthday wishes to my close friends irl, it's just me blabbering non-sense XD. I'm an amateur when it comes to writing proses and poetries, more so if it's a dedication. Few lines are the best I could do. But for you, I really wanted to dip my prose in the oceans of love you hold for everyone and everyone holds for you. My prose might've been able to enthrall just a tiny bit of it since it's too much to be penned in mere words. Your seraphic presence is really an ebbulience for me and everybody around you.
A unicorn, (n.) A person that is rare and highly valued, or is ideal
I read this somewhere, and the moment I stumbled upon this, all I could remember was you. Now I know why "unicorn" suits you so much. ｡◕‿◕｡
I was just a newbie back then when we first got to know each other, with practically no idea how this app worked and no idea how to interact with new people (never been on any social media lol). I might've been a bit frustrating, I might've been clueless, I might've been childish but you were always there. Always there for me, from the very beginning. I remember how I used to think that you might be elder than me *giggles* and asked you if I should be calling you Di? I remember spamming you non-stop while stravaiging through your feed XD. I remember how Mirakee shouted with joy when our unicorn posted anything. I remember many of our little convos here and there which always left a lasting curve on my face.
Well, frankly, I admire you a lot. I admire how you cheer everyone up with your little endearing charms. I admire how you stand strong through all the storms you face. I admire how you greet everything and everyone with a smile leaving a wide curve on them as well. I admire how you always check up on me here and there. I admire how whenever I come back, you greet me with such affection. I admire how people can rely on you with such ease. I admire how you're an inspiration for all at such a young age. I admire how lovable you are inside out. I admire YOU and your beautiful personality.
(ʷᵉˡᵖ! ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵠᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ 乁[ ◕ ᴥ ◕ ]ㄏ)
Well, that's that.
I hope this birthday wish won't sound lame. And even if it did, I can't help it. Got no talent for them dude :')
But I do hope that this'll bring a teeny tiny smile on your face. Then, it'll be worth it. ��
I wish you a fantastic birthday this year. I hope all the good things come your way and you achieve whatever you desire for. Wish you all the happiness in the world, for you deserve them the most. (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Happy Sweet Sixteen ����
With Love
~Medha
10.07.2021 (Your birthday *dances*��)
@manasaa ��❤️A mellifluous note in dripping silence,
a clement rain in my parched vales on muggy evenings,
a unicorn with a crown of gladioluses,
She ushered with her, rainbows and rays of hope, love and compassion.
Happy Birthday Manasaa
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Heaviness breathed in the air and I longed to be hogged up in my blanket the whole day. "Wake up, darling. You've gotta go to work. Don't wanna be late now, do we?" A gentle whisper landed in my ears as a hand reached for my hand from behind my back. He cuddled with me while I mumbled under my breath, "What's the time right now?" He pursed his lips as if trying to create suspense and muttered slowly, "Half past nine." My eyes widened and forehead furrowed whilst I yelped, "Why didn't you wake me up early? I told you I've a meeting at 10. How am I going to make it on time now. I'll be done for if we won't be able to convince this client. Hah! Why're you smerking now? I'm doomed and you've the audacity to laugh at me?" I jumped off the bed and reached for the bathroom knob when he bursted into laughter. He slowly pointed his finger to our wooden wall-clock and I noticed the time, quarter past seven. Exasperation and a slight embarassment dawned all over my face. He sat up, pulling me to sit on the bed and laid his chin tenderly on my shoulder wrapping me in his arms. His alleviating warmth was enough to calm my nerves down and forget of his little shenanigan earlier. I rubbed my cheeks to his softly while the corners of my mouth turned up. He said, "A piece of advice, never trust me so easily. I can be really deceiving you know?" He sneered while I pouted at his remark. "Oh, Is that so? But I remember a letter I got through messages on my last birthday which said I will never decieve you and you can trust me forever or something."
His mouth snapped shut at that very moment. It was so adorable watching his ears turn red. I bit my bottom lip to suppress a laugh. He lifted up his head like a tamed lion and asked, "I thought I deleted that message? How did you get a hold of my embarassing cringeworthy past?" I shrugged and exclaimed, "Well, you took your time deleting it. So now, the way I see it, you're probably the last person I'd expect of deceiving me." I walked away to get ready while a smile played on my lips. After we both got ready, we parted ways as he hugged me tightly and said, "Let's go on a date tomorrow."
The whole day passed bluntly, and I, a typical overworked employee at a corporation was stuck between the hassle of handling my subordinates and getting mocked by the superiors. When it struck five, I stood up to leave and rushed towards the exit gate before someone compelled me for working overtime.
The moment I stepped outside, a heaviness surrounded me again. It was subtle but something was strange that day. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm. The floor beneath my feet seemed to be sliding as if struck by an avalanche. I glanced back at my day, yet nothing seemed wrong. I didn't have a fight with anyone and work was pretty much smooth. We even decided to go on a date the next day. After putting a lot of effort, I came to a conclusion that it might just be one of those intuitions of mine when I feel wistful for no particular reason. I shaked off this unsettling feeling and continued stravaiging on the streets. I could take a taxi back home but something held me back. I just wanted to wander off away from my thoughts.
I stopped by a shop and bought a chocolate. It always cheered me up the moment its sweetness melted on my tongue. I remembered the pack of chocolates he brought back home for me the day before. I was yet to open it. He'd always bring one, once a week as if reminding me that I'm always cared for. One would say he has really spoiled me. I wonder why my thoughts always strolled back to him. By then, I was probably grinning like a five year old who finally got his favourite candy after struggling hard to convince his parents. We've been together for two years already but my face still lightened up on his mention.
I was lost in my thoughts when my phone started ringing out of nowhere. Anticipating it to be his call, I quickly took it out of my pocket. But to my disappointment it was a random number. I reluctantly picked up the call. And to this moment I remember that feeling of terror and how my cherished chocolates tasted bitter, after hearing the news. I rushed for a taxi, my face turning paler as each second passed by. Panting, I screeched and practically shouted at the driver, "Please take me to the city hospital quickly." Perhaps, he sensed my desperation and drove as fast as he could. I ran all the way towards the entrance as if my life depended on it, and saw him being taken from the ambulance while covered in blood. Probably taking his last breat- No, I tried denying it with all my might. He is in the hospital.. there must be some way! I grabbed his hand and embraced him while the stretcher kept moving towards the OT. What he murmured in my ear at that moment still resonates inside me, "I told you I can be deceiving."
~ Medha Anand
04.07.2021
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Ok so probably, I'm the last person to write a birthday post for you today.. and I really apologise for that T_T
Happy Birthday Bhavya❤️
I'm short of words to be honest.. and when it comes to birthday wishes, I'm quite clumsy at that..
Bhavya.. I'm so glad to have met you here. I'm so glad I read your beautiful verses oozing with bliss.
I wish you all the happiness in the world. I hope you'll accomplish all your ambitions and aspirations. And I wish you the best. Have a great day and a great year ahead :) ❤️
Happy Birthday again Bhav♡︎♡︎ @daffodilpearlzz©life_versified
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Frozen, I sat there;
overwhelmed as I gazed,
gobsmacked as I dazed,
that curve unfazed
by the manacles of time.
Yet I sat there, gelid
attuning to lukewarm fervours, amid
the frigid hiemal of evenfall.
Soughing with every portent
of its schmaltz.
"Photine pretence yet a stoic spirit"
That recollection caterwauled.
My eyes blurring at the anemoia
flabbergasted at her flamboyant
self, as she fleered with her insouciant persona,
Yet whisted me with her eunoia.
Her selcouth smile professed
forechoosing a life as a quaintrelle;
rather than a beast-awaiting belle,
or distress-loaded damsel.
Gaping at her figurine
I tried to conjecture a surmise,
But maybe her photograph was still not competent enough,
to succumb the fervours of her elegiac demise.
Laconic love, goetic grace
yet her curve remained unfazed.
La douleur exquise betides,
a pining resides
coveting for a converge with her in my life,
consigning to oblivion that she had it no more.
Gawking at the wooden frame
from my wooden chair
scribbling aubades for her with a wooden pen
to salve cordolium of my splintered wooden heart
and insinuate duende to my wooden spectre.
Snivelled then bawled
yet I sondered,
"It does not do to dwell on dreams
and forget to live."
Still I pondered
When the lilac from my skies
evanesced with her departure,
All that remained was
a tenebrific quietus.
And a photograph corroborating
the bereavement of my caim.
My sole impetus.
~ Medha
09.06.2021
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@say_me_krish Thank you for this wonderful prompt.. Although I don't know if I did any justice? XD
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"Without dreams and goals there is no living, only merely existing, and that's not why we're here."
~ Mark Twain
Just wanted to rant. ;_;
Skip for your own sake.I lost him. As soon as this thought crept timidly through the sutures in my mind, shivers ran down my spine in the middle of blazing summer. All those luscious green trees I was admiring just minutes back commenced seeming pale. The sun rays who welcomed me with playful kisses down a minute earlier, were glaring at me. That gentle breeze which fondled my cheeks bestowing a tingling sensation down my belly just a second ago, suffocated me. Flustered and forlorn, just because of a trivial acknowledgement, I desperately searched for him. All it took was one humbly trifling realisation to turn all the tables. Thereby I couldn't figure out whether I wasn't able to or I didn't want to sense his departure. All the ordeals during this journey seemed futile now owing to the fact that he wasn't with me anymore. I don't know what I was feeling was despair, remorse, elegiac, dismay or weltschmerz. Or maybe a little bit of everything.
"If I pursue him, seek him, search for him with all my might, my heart and my soul.. maybe I'd be able to bump into him again?" Or so my naive self thought. Dejected was I, measuring thousands of steps in vain. But then at a distance, I discerned some footsteps in the mud, I started running. I ran and ran and ran until I was out of breath, out of will, out of resolve, out of longing and out of covet. I panted, I scanted but still all I wanted was him to be there. I still ran in that direction hoping that maybe he's not far away. But ignorant as I was, perplexed as anyone would be and saturnine as I was meant to be, all I found was footsteps in the mud. His balmy scent lingered in the air, his footsteps printed in the puddles around, but he was still thin air.
"I give up." Was what I yearned to think but I couldn't. "Surrender" was what I longed to do, but I knew I shouldn't. After all, regret was what would all remain after all the agony I went through. My lugubrious self can't condone any more angst brought upon by regret. A habromaniac was I before my perception, but not anymore.. I resolved.
I went head on with my insecurities something which was impossible for my fragile self. I measured tens of thousands of more steps before I, at long last, espied a figure of a hand behind a redwood. I thought that finally finding him might make me elated and exuberent but all I felt was a sense of relief. He was in reach now. Yes, he was.
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Read MoreWe are living in a world where there are certain things continuously going on, and we never question on it. We are so good in taking inspiration from others and getting influenced from them and we also afraid by the miserable consequences that has happened with them. We should develop the quality of raising questions to the pre-existing beliefs of our society. Before creating or going to do something new, there always a thought comes into our mind that how others will react. And we take so much stress because of it. You can read this book "ReWork: Change the Way You Work Forever", where your perspective about a lot of things will change.
Earlier mirakee used to be so good app for writing. Now they have ruin the whole experience by not allowing the users to choose photo from gallery. I recommend you to use mod apk version that you can download from google, atleast you can be able to choose the font you want like mine. Mirakee team only wants to make profit out of it by pushing users to buy their subscriptions, they have forgotten the main thing that is user satisfaction.
After a long time I am writing something, thank you for reading��If other people can't create anything, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people can't build a team, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people can't promote their product, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people get lost on their way, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people lacks confidence and courage, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people is afraid of the reaction of judgemental society, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people don't know how to add value in someone's life, it has nothing to do with you.
If other people have faced multiple failures, well you know....
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An autobiography refers to the story of a person’s life as written by that person itself. To put it another way, it is a self-written account of one's life. You must have come across autobiographies of leaders and great personalities from history.
--Today, write an imaginary autobiography of an object.--
Tag with #autobiography and share.
#wodAutobiography
You can write the autobiography of a pen, a curtain, a journal or anything else that comes to your mind.
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say_me_krish
51w
Read More| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE |
(Part 04: Of laurels and love)
Disclaimer: Don't just scroll down and drop a single congratulations. Your fellow friend needed around an hour to do all this ��
(You can still skip the disclaimer itself ��)
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*grabs the mic*
Namaste!
Welcome to Malpe beach, one of the famous beaches in Udupi. My team of "A verse and a pen challenge" has brought you all to this place (with free flight tickets and hotel accommodations, of course) due to many reasons which I will let you know, hoping that you are all enjoying the place and the vibes associated here.
*clichépenname appreciates the setup and takes the seat next to kairos_*
One, we are here on the request of my friends who are a part of the self- help group "Pathetic Plastic". The dumping of polythene bags, and many other plastic items have indeed caused harm to the marine life here, and hence, as a part of our programme, I am proud to let you all know that we will be a part in this campaign and contribute towards making this world a better place for the marine life, as well as for the terrestrial ecosystem. We are also accepting money donations for the campaign, and the entire fund will be utilised for the drive. I hope you would all like to be a part of the initiative.
*claps and hurrays from the lovely Miraquillean audience*
Two. We have seen many people in our paradise complimenting about nature, the seashores, the tides, and of love and harmony. So why not experience life on a seashore at least for a moment?
*squared and manasaa meanwhile get ready to grab as many seashells as possible*
Three, it was meant to bring you all together, since I have seen the community charm in ourselves vanishing bit by bit. It is just my attempt of gathering my lovely people of a paradise. (Four, because it is my hometown and I'm proud of its beauty ����)
*everyone are served hot tea with 'golibaje', a signature snack of Mangaluru. (basically like a pakora, but not a pakora lol)
laus_deo: If it is going to be too formal, you'll be tasting the sands and then the sharks, okay?
me: Okay, fine!
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So, without any delay, let us start our Prize Ceremony!!!!!!!
*takes a deep breath*
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*voices from the audience*
sereiin, Amsterdam and inhabited: Krish, we hope that you're starting the challenge with the revelation of the judges. We already have the stones ready in our hands. *wicked smiles*
me: Uhmm, well, I have planned the epiphany for tomorrow. So........
kairos_ , my_cup_of_poetry and zohiii : No! Take the blames away from us. We want to prove these people wrong. Don't hide the truth and laugh there, okay?
jerry_21: You got me thinking all night regarding the same, and now see you, a man awake from a snory sleep, smiling in all cruel ways possible, duhh.
me: la la la la laaaaa, no no no! It's all happening tomorrow!!!! Hold the anxiety *laughs weirdly*
audience: KRISH!!!!!!!
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*meanwhile ignoring all the voices*
Huhh people, to be honest, all of your submissions were as great as helllllllllllllll. I would have died of stress if I were to judge the prompt. But luckily, I'm alive today, thanks to the judges! The prizes have been decided based on the combined scores. :)
So, the third prize goes to....
��@someone_you_know, for participating in this contest with her lovely submission describing the pov of love. Congratulations!!!!!
Here we have our docs (XD) kairos_ and clichépenname to award you this medal and my handwritten note. I hope you like it :")
Thank you! ♥️
And, the second prize goes to......
�� @natasha_a for her lovely piece which I am not finding on the platform for some reason *sighs*
Maybe it's my eyes which are too lazy *-*
To award you the medal and my small prize, we have lovenotes_from_carolyn here. Let us welcome her with lots of applaud!
Thank you very much! ♥️
(Has your username changed? *-*)
The time you have been waiting for, is here...
aditii_: Drags are too cringy Krishii, okay? Please don't say that you got the first prize, we've seen the same boring dialogue twice.
*gently wipes tears*
The first prize goes to,
�� @shreyah for her unique piece describing the pov of anxiety. Congratulations mademoiselle. Here we have writersbay team on stage to give away the token of love (as you expected XD). Please accept it.
Thank you SO much ♥️
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Naah naah, the prize ceremony is yet pending. We have three contestants who were very close to the winners, and hence I would like to call out their names and give them their medals too.
The three participants are:
��@myrrhc
��@ak_anjali_daydreamzz
��@heartsease
I would like to thank you for participating in the prompt and submitting such beautiful crafts which indeed were high on a healthy competition. Collect your virtual book gifts backstage!
Thank you so very much ♥️
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As always, I wouldn't miss the accessits, since they formed an integral part of the competition as well. I thank you all wholeheartedly from the podium. Sending you loads of love right from here, catch it!
��️uttkarsh_15
��️sayurii_
��️inara__
��️daunting_phoenix
��️thesunshineloves
��️charlie_emerald
��️diyabedi
��️tejaswini_3
��️2nd_incarnation
��️faulty_puppet
��️life_versified
��️_floral
��️anshika_winks
��️jennet__
��️jodiya
��️tamanna3
��️the97_introvert
��️_aradhya
��️zeee_zephyrs
(please don't mind if you have changed your usernames ��)
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I'm so sorry that I had to bring it down to a simple arrangement and a formal hosting ceremony. This is all what I could do, thinking of all the safety I have to ensure in care of you all. And I'm also sorry for not complementing each of your pieces separately, I've already let you all know why. Greatest apologies for making you witness all my lame jokes �� (I tried to make it as nice as possible)
Tonnes of apologies for the users who were assigned funny roles. I knew only a few whom I could add there and I couldn't help :"(
I really hope that the unbiased results made everyone happy. After all, we too are people and we have different perspectives, right? So let us appreciate the present and enjoy the time here. We further have our campaign, and then, we will all have a typical Manglorean dinner planned by me, which I really hope you all will love to taste.
Thank you!!!
*crowd dispersal*
#skpc #smk_avaap_ch.
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miraquill
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Language keeps changing over time; words and phrases come and go. Given below are two words from Old English that are no longer in use.
1. Elflock
It refers to hair that is tangled.
2. Uhtceare
This means lying awake worrying before dawn.
Let's revive these two words today.
--Write a poem or prose using one of the two given words.--
Tag with #oldenglish and share.
#wodOld English
Do you know some other words that are no longer in use?
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miraquill
52w
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We are giving below a short excerpt of a first-person narrative. Use this excerpt to build a story or write a diary entry. You can use it anywhere in the piece, not necessarily at the beginning.
--Today, build a story or write a diary entry using the given paragraph.--
"Something was strange today. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm. The floor beneath my feet seemed..."
Tag with #creative and share.
#wodBuild a story or write a diary entry.
Comment below once done.
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say_me_krish
52w
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| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE |
(Part 03: Seeking the hidden)
Hello!!
*appears in Miraquill after many days just like Taylor Swift gets up from her grave in "Look What You Made Me Do"*
Soo, when you all literally felt I had forgotten about the challenge, I'm here, coming out like a demon XD
This post is being posted half-heartedly, since the tour for Karnataka which was planned for the prompt has been cancelled due to the host's health issues.
*receives all the bouquets, just in case someone gives*
*listens to "Soon You'll Get Better" and gets calm*
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As you all have known, the participants have been reviewed and scored by our FOUR lovely judges, who definitely deserve all of the love and appreciation.
But whom will you exactly appreciate? XD
~ So, all you have to do is guess the four judges' USERNAMES and mention them in the comments box. Please do not tag them, since I'll be sued if they do not turn out to be in the jury panel.
~ Clue 1: One of them is a gentleman and one of them is a lady for sure.
~ Clue 2: All of their usernames might or might not have a "p" in common, but have English alphabet letters for sure.
~ Clue 3: They are the judges of the challenge.
~ Clue 4: They are all Miraquilleans.
~ Clue 5: One of the judges is unexpected and surprising.
*Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Cz I know that it's delicate*
(swifties meanwhile get angry on me for dropping the most important clues)
~ Everyone is free to comment.
~ Whoever manages to guess the names of three or more (lol) judges correct, will be given my favourite book virtually.
Hurrayyyyy!! Let me laugh and enjoy now ��
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P.S: Too many TS references since I'm listening only to her since a month. Queen <3
#skpc #smk_avaap_ch.
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_create_23
61w
Read More•THE DELUSIONAL VINCHA BREADCRUMBS TRIOLOGY •
This is a fan-fic.
People not watching Vincenzo may skip reading this because anyway, it is entirely for myself that I am posting this here. You know, to have a record that I wrote something like this. They are three different scenes that I have written in case any Vincenzo fan reads it.
Praying that we get the romance arc in the last two episodes. Btw, the pictures in the bg are misleading.
WATCH VINCENZO IF YOU HAVEN'T. LAST TWO EPISODES WILL AIR THIS WEEK.
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Vincenzo took a sigh of expected dissapointment and gazed into the eyes of Han seo, which were dazzling with anticipation and troth along with the contrast of Han seo's vibrant unassuring magenta shirt which rather made him look clueless.
Meanwhile, Han seo rubbed over his sunglasses with the tip of his fingers and said, "I think I gave one of the answers correct though..."
Before he could complete his statement, Vincenzo stood up to grab some files and asked him to arrange them in order.
The ground swept beneath him as he could not afford another failure after the round of set of questions with Cha young and Vincenzo.
Cha young smirked, locking eyes with Vincenzo, followed by Mr. Nam's subtle smile excited to see Han seo struggling with those.
"I will surely get the questions right the next time, promise." Han seo spewed and suddenly brought his pinky little finger forward to seal a promise with Vincenzo.
Vincenzo sniggered at his act almost denying his deal with the promise, locking his hands in a crossed position.
Before the opportunity could slip away, in a blink of an eye, he switched from Vincenzo to Cha young, bringing his tiny finger forward saying, "Promise! I will definitely! And if I don't, you can just throw me out, bang me like a utensil, beat me up till I exit the geumga plaza, anything you wish."
Cha young yet again scoffed at his act with her shiny cheeks becoming the highlight of her face followed by adding another smile on Vincenzo's face.
"You see, we don't need to bang or beat you up with so much energy. One finger flick from Ms. Hong is enough to have you down." Mr. Nam adds in favour of Cha young.
*Flashback of finger flick in Vincenzo's head*
*Is this real? Starting to play in his head*
It was just the moment, Cha young was almost ready to bet Han seo's preparation with the finger flick, Vincenzo coughed loudly, loosened his neck tie and approached Han seo grabbing his shoulder while holding some files in his left hand.
"Byeonhosanim, I think we don't need a finger flick." Vincenzo says to cha young while clearing his throat and indicating han seo to leave.
"Why?" Han seo moved his lips with no voice and tried to convince Vincenzo with his puppy lovable eyes.
"We will discuss the details tomorrow!"
Before han seo could bring his pinky finger for a promise forward, Vincenzo threw the files over him asking him to arrange them in the stand. Han seo balances those in his arms and tries to read to arrange them in order.
"Second from the top" Mr Nam shouts.
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Vincenzo widened his arms to open his wardrobe, bent his neck to one side and moved the hangers clinging onto the rod. Multiple suits, looking evidently similar were one behind the other but for him, they weren't. He could easily make out the differences between them.
Betwixt the expensive branded Italian suits, there were a few hanging at the left most corner which caught his eye. He smirked gazing at them and widened his lips for an adorable smile. He pulled it out while the memory of buying it flashed before him.
It was a part of the "appreciation gift" Cha young bought him after the last court hearing which they won together. He remembered how she dozed off at the store during the measurements for the suit and how carelessly she was resting on the couch with her hair enveloping her rouge cheeks, her mouth partly open as she was deeply asleep and the expression she had worn even in her sleep had brought a smile on his face. And he knew that yet again, the voice of his soul had deepened on her sight and he had to conceal his desire beneath even more.
Before he could exit from the aura of his imagination, the coo of Inzangi broke the chain of his thoughts. He took a step towards him and emptied the packet, to feed Inzangi as he slid the window open.
He dressed in the suit gifted by Cha young and walked down the corridor with the mattblack suitcase in his hand. It was only when he reached the so-called "Italian restaurant", he caught a glimpse of Mr Nam and Cha young already relishing their breakfast. Instantly, he wore a subtle smile, cleared his throat and entered the restaurant pushing the glass door.
Chef Toto stood attentively in front of him and asked, "What would you like?"
Before he could speak, cha young interrupted him and called him out, "Byeonosanim, why don't you join us? It is enough for three. You don't need to order."
"Yes! Please join us" Mr Nam added.
Vincenzo pulled a chair beside Mr Nam facing Cha young while she was sipping the soup from her bowl.
"You suit looks exceptionally good today!" Mr Nam said.
"Oh, does it?" Vincenzo set his suit and swop away the dust over his shoulder with his fingers, effortlessly showing off his charms.
"Exactly! Does it really? It looks like every other suit he owns." Cha young commented
after chugging the last sip of soup.
"Noo! It doesn't look any other suit." Vincenzo said alarmingly.
"Look, it is much neater and sober than the one I wore yesterday. I usually wear navy-blue and somber italian suits but this one is flamboyant black, immaculate double-breasted with an impeccably crisp textile. The colour has a touch of chinese, gray and black over the sleeves and is an expensive three-piece."
While he spoke all of it, Cha young and Mr Nam dropped the spoons in their plates, swooning over his knowledge about suits.
Their surprised faces was followed by a loud clap by Mr Nam.
"Indeed, you are a mafia. Knowledge and expertise in every single field." Cha young spoke.
Vincenzo pressed his lips with a tensed look, dissapointed that she couldn't recognise the suit she bought for him.
"But why do I feel I have heard this somewhere?" She continued.
"At the store where we bought this." Vincenzo whispered, almost mumbling the words because of the stuffed food in his mouth.
"Ahhhh.." Cha young suddenly said with a touch of realisation in her tone while Vincenzo's eyes brightened up with hope.
"I think I heard this advertisement on radio yesterday in the car." She added.
Vincenzo hopes drown while Hong cha young sipped another bowl of soup smiling at Vincenzo's pissed look because nothing feels better than teasing him.
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Vincenzo unbuttoned his jacket firmly, put it over the arm of the chair, loosening his necktie, he made himself comfortable on his chair.
Agent An, disguised as a chef set his foot in the jipuragi law firm and stole the glimse of each corner of the room, checking for the presence of any other person except for Vincenzo, Cha young and Mr. Nam like a hawk.
Swiftly, with his fingers touching the tips of each other in front of his chest he walked towards Vincenzo. Cha young and Mr Nam observed his behavior and knew that he was here to let down an information.
Prior Mr An could reach him, Vincenzo got off his chair and made his way to the table in the centre of the office for discussions while Mr. Nam mixed the instant coffee for four in the corner and moved towards the table with one in his hand.
Cha young on her tippie toes speedily walked towards the centre and grasped the chair where Vincenzo was about to sit, blindly.
Before Vincenzo's instincts could hit him, he almost fell over Cha young and at the spur of the moment Mr An held Vincenzo's wrists pulling him towards himself leading to another intimate hug between Vincenzo and Mr An.
*Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I forgot all the pain*
Cha young widened her eyes in startlement and Mr Nam spilled the coffee upon this action behind Agent An leading to the slip of his shoes. The created mess had Mr An throwing Vincenzo away and Mr Nam hugging Agent An with a cup of leftover coffee in one of his hands and Cha Young supporting Vincenzo on the arm of the chair as their eyes locked, followed by the startled eyes of Cha young and Vincenzo's ears burning red. The chair creaked and moved slightly disbalancing the whole set up and waking them up from the dreamy moment.
Vincenzo pulled himself together and dragged his own chair for the discussion finally.
"Let's start with it!" Vincenzo said.
"Sorry?" They exclaimed and Vincenzo finally noticed Mr An and Mr Nam still balancing themselves in a position too close for a hug.
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tamanna3
55w
Read More~ A shadow in the light ~
The stage is cold and empty,
I stand at it's center; alone.
It's ridding of the day's warmth,
I'm embracing the decaying applause.
It's silence floats like petals in the wind,
I'm lost in echoes of a departed audience.
My family awaits me for an end-day meal,
I feed on carcasses of a rhapsodic heaven.
The loud mouths are tired; returning home,
Ten selfies, two lightsticks lie in the trashcan.
Happy faces reached their mourning temples,
Seven perfumes, six wigs tucked under bed.
The cheers echoed far; loud and transient,
I strive to keep the memory at my cortex alive.
The person I'm on stage is a bright shadow,
I'm afraid of falling beneath its headstone.
Identities I've attached desires to, are golden,
I'm still burning my ashes to glow like them.
The ride home is when I'm being myself,
I'm afraid if until next sunrise, I'll still survive.
The heart I own is high on joyous screams,
I wonder if my smiles will echo louder than them.
These mixed feelings are weighty and hideous,
I tell myself the world's imperfect just as I'm.
This isn't the first time the show's over,
I'm yet to stand in limelight a next time.
The world never ended in '12, won't in '21,
I'll fall and hurt again to receive an ovation.
The last person in sight will adore my persona,
I'll see the crowd filling empty seats in the arena.
The world may count me in or shun my all,
I'll give my best to the cheers for an encore.
The dreams that dictated lone nights,
Now I cherish their arrival at daylight.
The limelight that once scared me,
Now feels like a long awaited eventide.
/The home I left for this accolade,
will always be my safest haven.
No matter how higher up I go,
Life might push me down to where lay my dawn. /
/So I keep my wings within my reach,
I fly but never lift my feet off too high.
So when I come back I'll still be alive,
To cherish the days that marked my flight. /
/The shadow of victory never leaves me,
But I know I've won when I see it beside. /
©tamanna3
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#smk_avaap_ch
I almost couldn't write but the prompt was beautiful. Also, it resembled closely with something I've always wanted to write on (being deeply moved by 2 songs close to my heart - Young forever & Encore) but somehow never did.
*I'll give the best of me - From 'The best of me' by Nicholas Sparks
@say_me_krish My gratitude for this ��.
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heartsease
55w
Read MoreI
often
wonder places
like home never get
abandoned like the bruises
of sunkissed winter, and even
if the paint doze off, some memories
still awake forever and keeps on running
in between minute hands untill the heart of home
beats within an archaic hourglass for ever.
A home,
which has been
left with gashes over
its four walls reminds me
of feuillemort betrayed by pallette
of sunset, but in the coffin of emotions
there comes a spider with the hope of living
to build a cobweb beneath a hanging framework,
and I feel wilts can also bloom in a flower vase
when I saw dust turning into grim of affection and
cherishing its flaws.
In the
backyard
there blows
a vintage zephyr,
it taps on the rusted
window to play some
chills of nursery rhymes,
I walk little and rest on the lap
of dusky sofa which keeps on humming
a lullaby in grandmother's voice and as I try
to sleep certain hallucinations bewilder me, not the
nightmares but the chirp of ceilings posing me to
stay at the outskirts of this abandoned house eternally.
~Purva
#abandoned
@san_wordzz missing you girl
@writersnetwork I adore you ❤️.
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