Author of book “Extra Ordinary”. Co-author of more than 10 anthology books.

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  • mirakee_words 5w

    Is writing a competition?


    It's a small fact!

    It resonates with a few people and it doesn't with others. It might be an eye-opener to someone and gibberish to someone else.

    So it's just a perspective.


  • mirakee_words 5w


    It is raining again, for the sixth time this month. Today it is like the sky would devour the earth with an incessant downpour.

    And she still sits on the rusty bench in the park and watches in silence, the outburst and the way they meet and manifest many feelings. She gets drenched and just contemplates patiently. One day, she might do the same.


  • mirakee_words 6w

    Do you bleed only when you are hurt physically?

    Or is it when your soul is wrecked?

    Maybe that colour is not red. Is it deeper red?
    Or is it maroon? No maroon is better, it can't be.
    Is it blue? No blue is measurably soothing.
    Is it purple? No purple is appeasing enough.
    Is it black? No black means the hope of revival.

    What colour could be darker than this?


    So, am I bleeding like nothing?


  • mirakee_words 7w

    The grey clouds are hovering all around,
    They rumble intermittently, they converse,
    Shriek about the pain, smile about the joy,
    The showers embrace mother nature,
    And I gape at it with my strainful eyes,
    I feel burdened, I feel mistaken yet again,
    I feel low, I feel downtrodden yet again,
    The dark clouds roared, and it hit upon me,
    Invading my mind and thoughts instantly,
    There is a lump in my throat, that is strong,
    My stomach churns with hopelessness,
    I am stifling my welled up eyes yet again,
    As the worry tingles all over my head,
    I am unsure how I would tackle this day,
    Where I am struggling by the passing hour,
    The raindrops soothe my senses,
    The pattering sound holds me closer,
    I am in pain and I am healing stealthily,
    I stagger through time, I trudge yet again,

    I am surviving, with a sigh,
    I am surviving another day.


  • mirakee_words 8w

    As she treads deep into the woods, initially she feels like she is entering a well-planned trap, one weaved beautifully by the nature.

    As she enters deeper, ambling into its secrets, she feels the dilemma of her life untangling as she allows herself to enter an enigma of the unknown.


  • mirakee_words 10w

    Why are you always counting hours or numbers or so? Are you looking for a new life or escaping the current one?

    What are you waiting for, what are you hoping for, what are you dreadful about?

    Is it tomorrow’s fear or the fear that tonight will end or is it the wait for the sunrise to evade the night?

    Where is the essence and happiness of your present moment? Instead of counting and worrying, just measure your present moment.

    Isn't it what is needed?


  • mirakee_words 11w

    If you know your worth, you don't have to rely on anyone else to define it for you. And you don't have to lose your self-esteem, self-respect in the process.

    So without delay, recognise yourself, so that you can take a stand for yourself and understand your importance.


  • mirakee_words 11w

    The charming sound of falling raindrops, the lazy day, your favourite book or tv series, your mind at ease with mindfulness, your worries at bay.

    Do you feel it?

  • mirakee_words 12w

    Her premonition was strong like a rock; another night where she saw him firing the bullets, another ambush, another mission, another war, another day. But this time, he was writhing on the mud, laden in blood, looking and smiling at her and uttering, "I have kept a hundred letters in the box behind the painting I gifted you. I wished to come there and read them out loud and confess my feelings for you. But I have to leave like this and I am proud of you and will always be. Remember, I will always be there for you."

    She got up panting, covered in sweat, with welled up eyes.


  • mirakee_words 14w

    In a world full of jabs, criticism and pessimism,

    be praises, inspiration and optimism.