Author of book “Extra Ordinary”. Co-author of more than 10 anthology books.
Is writing a competition?NOIt'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. ©Sailee
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.©Sailee
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? Nothing. So, am I bleeding like nothing?©mirakee_words
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.©Sailee
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.©Sailee
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?©Sailee
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.©Sailee
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?©Sailee
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
In a world full of jabs, criticism and pessimism,be praises, inspiration and optimism.©Sailee
Midnight walks in those narrow lanesAs your hand brushed mineAnd you looked at me A simple voice calling out my nameI look at you and it all feels the sameRemember all those days When we were youngChasing the dawnAnd basking in the sunYou held me close and whispered in my earA promise that you said you'll hold for years This memory lane that takes me downI'll always remember When the circus came to townBurning lamps, sipping that red wineMaking up for all those lost timesMy head on your shoulder as you walked me throughThe moments of life when I wasn't with youI heard your storiesAnd looked at your smileThat spoke to me And escaped little sighsYou held me close and whispered in my earA promise that you said you'll hold for years This memory lane that takes me downI'll always remember When the circus came to townAnd then one year I sat forlorn in my chairLooking down the roadFor you to come back hereRemembering all those days When we were youngWaiting to chase the dawn,bask in the sunI know you'll hold me close and whisper in my earA promise that you'll say you'll hold for years This memory lane that took me downI'll always remember When the circus came to town© Versespire__________________________________________________Picture from Pinterest __________________________________________________Kindly follow my page for more ♡#writers #poets #mirakee #poetry #poems #challenge #mirakeechallenge #prompt #lines #stories #ceesreposts #challengeaccepted #writtenword #versespire #pod #poetrytribe #bluepup #writersnetwork #ss_writes #pari_s @mirakee @writersnetwork @magpie @tomorrow_is_amazing @john_solomon
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Pretended like you didn't knowAnd you didn't care that you were the reason Why, i was drowning all this time!!©hharshitha
Feeling a weird sadness for no reason?that’s because your soul still remembers what your mind has forgotten...©mypeacefulnoise
Hard realities..... .
Time to timeYou feel left out in this worldBut then Its not time to timeIts a remainder That this battle Is only yours to Fight...©miss_snowflakes
AARISTOCRATIC MARVELS OF SCARS...
The aristocratic marvels of scars he gave meEvoke me of him over and againAs they were unexpected and everlasting...The bruises confined by himAcknowledged my tearsAs they were never healing again...But then...I soothed my soul...Strokes left on heart;Marks left on skin;Deep scars rendered by him_Are the proof of my survival...©rima159
Sometimes when you are in a dark place. You think you've been buried but the fact is that you were planted there...
Life will always have a way,To tap into your soul,Blowing ironies making skies gray,Not allowing even a single goal,Grinding stumbling,it becomes harder,But once broken,it becomes softer,Baby you too will have your happily ever after.©practicallytheoretical
Whenever you are alone,May you never feel lonely,I will pray for you to feel liberated,Not feeling any worldly chains holding your feet,May you feel that sweet rhythm of your heart,That shall provide you with the eternal calmness of a soul,May you be blessed with gratefulness for this life,Even if you are to lead it alone.©practicallytheoretical
If you want to know a person completely, sit with them in thedark©abhisha_chaudhary
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Dandelion dreams flutter in the mind of my eyes, Sea breeze summers ghost over my skin, Heavenly horizons greet me with amiable sighs, Flamboyant futures suck me into a dizzying spin.Soumya |©amberglow