Hello Guys, Hope You all are doing great. We are back with a brand new contest.
Today's challenge is really wild.
Think of the situation when you are away from your partner and missing them immensely.❤ The distance is igniting a sense of restlessness and you lose control over the decency of your feelings. Now you have those immensely wild thoughts floating around. You have 7 words to portray this feeling. Let's see if your words can set this challenge on fire.
Participate in the challenge titled : '7 Words Wild Feelings'
Note: ️Tag your entries with #7WWF and #MirakeeWorld ️No multiple entries allowed ️Post your entries till 11:59PM IST 05JUNE2021 ️Collaboration is not allowed. ️Please don't misuse the hashtag.
Papa, It's my very first Father's day without you everyone have to face this harsh reality in their life but I never knew, In my life It would come so soon . Earlier, I was scared for this day I was scared for how would I even face those quotations and stories on father's day? But then I realized even If you're not there or you can't see what I do and it may hurt me alot but you are and will always be my Papa right? And may be If what people say is true then you must be feeling the things I do for you
I still remember when I was a child we used to travel alot , you had a habit of getting down at every railway station and whenever you come late I used to cry thinking that you missed the train and I won't be able to see you again . Sometimes I wonder how do I manage to spend every single day without you now . It feels like I have a baggage of emotions within my heart which I have to carry forever.
Everyone says that there's a special bond between father and daughter, And I really feel that now. It was so easier for me to make you understand my feelings or emotions , I have had made tons of mistake but you never judged me. even when I used to be alone I had a surety that no matter what you will always be there for me. Everything has changed since you left Papa nothing is same , my heartbreaks everytime whenever I realize that you're nor more with us ,It feels as if I am waiting for this nightmare to end .no matter how much I try to be normal your absence still haunts me. Whenever I try to be happy Questions like would things be more happier if you are there? arise in my mind
The memory of last year of me annoying you for buying chocolates on the behalf of father's day is still with all its freshness on my mind . Whenever I miss you or want to share something I still talk to you. Your scoldings were the funniest .I never experienced how strict a father could be, you were always sweet to me I miss how you used to hide chocolates underneath My pillow.I miss how you used to convince me to eat whenever I fought with mum. I miss the way you used to dance or sing whenever you were happy .I miss your voice. I miss the way you cried whenever you came to drop me off. I didn't show but it made me cry too . I miss sleeping on your shoulder or you giving me medicines whenever I fell sick.
I wish I would have written this when you were there It would not have proven how grateful I am to you but It would atleast made you happier . I never showed it but in our family, the person whom I felt most connected with was you.There were many things which I wanted to do for you , I wanted to be your strength, support and capable enough to handle your problems. may be you won't be there to see it but I will surely do it for making you happy and proud .
I love you Papa , I am so lucky to have your features and habits within me they will always remind me of you. No matter how short our roads were you have been the best father to me and you were the most kind human being too, no one thinks about anyone in this world the way you did, you always searched kindness within people but you had to live for yourself too , you forgot that you had your own dreams too. I am proud of being your daughter . A very happy father's day to the best father in the world!
"If you come near the end of a rope tie a knot and hang on not hang yourself on"
Muddling musing struggles that haunt but grew transcending poverty knew what hunger felt like
People who inspired to show me light hung up rope tying their body one strange night.
//Once upon a younger year when all our shadows disappeared// //The animals inside came out to play// //Hey,went face to face with all our fears learned our lessons through the tears // //Made memories we knew would never fade // //One day my father he told me ,son don't let it slip away// //He took me in his arms; i heard him say when you get older you live for younger days think of me if ever you're afraid // //He said,"ONE DAY YOU'LL LEAVE THIS WORLD BEHIND SO LIVE A LIFE YOU WILL REMEMBER MY FATHER TOLD ME WHEN I WAS JUST A CHILD THESE ARE THE NIGHTS THAT NEVER DIE"//
Thank you Avicii for keeping my discrepancy endearing scared soul alive on nights i wimped to drain my veins in.
Thank you Avicii for igniting immaculately your screaming voice to my ears that raged to rise
Thank you Avicii for aligning me like the monomers of two glucose units and fibricate me as a starch.
Thank you Avicii for blazing pheonix to my ashes of failure
Thank you Avicii for saving trillions of life's with your song
Thank you for telling us that your own battles might knocked you out but you made several of us come back to the ground and play!
- Tim Bergling a.k.a Avicii was a Swedish DJ,remixer on electric forum He committed sucide on one such night which he sang never dies !! (8 September 1989-20April 2018) @writersnetwork@miraquill
A failed attempt
PS: Another one on this because SUSHANT SINGH RAJPUT I LOVE YOU!
How long will it be a FarCry for us?? Can't they deserve a bit of smile , Can't their tears be wiped? Can we not interpret the agony of these little hearts Have we become the unscrupulous lots...or is there still some reminiscent of humanity within us?? Was it a mistake or destiny's design? Their only mistake was, destiny didnot give them a choice.... And they welcomed it ,as their rule book of life... Unheard cries for a meal became a way to survive Without a complain they knew how to live, Can't the comforting hands be the least,people can give? How long will be say the fault lie on the stars? It's now or never, These bravehearts do deserve to heal their scars... If we can conquer the mighty space, Can't we eradicate the childhood hunger and save our blooming human race.❤️
#farcry#wod brewing anger does no good rather delving into a pristine environment makes one happier. #writersnetwork @writersnetwork a read?❤️ Edit: Really!! okay I'm so happy ❤️ Thank uhh so much for the repost ❤️
Inaudible muted cry in serious deprivation of misery. The Shedding tears of untouchables under the sunken valor. Despairing bleat of children who are not for sale, grappling with hesitancy and candor. The Plaintive cry of penniless brains when the jurisprudence snowed under premium fraudulence. Societal stipulation delving for tears from the eyes of different clan of social strata. Masked uniqueness hollering between the innocence and sagaciousness synchronized by the remote that is not possessed. Disguised smiles exchanged with judicious whimpers of orphaned voices against the brutality.
// when we dont know who sets what is acceptable and not acceptable, there is no way that ,we have to abide by it. Its natural for us, homosapiens to behave, feel and act in the most desirable and accepted manner. In the end, we compromise our dignity and originality for the sake of being relevant in someone else's world.//
**** I am standing in the ashes Of who I used to be, And grieving for the loss Of my life's ebullience. with darkness , embracing me It's gruelling to find light. And the sparkle of my eyes Is nowhere to be seen. How long could I mourn For things that happened? How long could I be dead still Without pondering the future? I don't want to lament But rekindle the fire.
I am seeking for the spur That ignites my light. As long as I have the audacity, I will burn again like blazing fire And I never let anyone To destroy my vigor. I will rise again with power, That can never be extinguished ~sauravbaglari
Confined in four walls I count each coin Divided in pockets Of my casket Rubbing away the reminiscent Of a wet kiss I count my days
Tears of my sad life Fill a jug, The remaining Overflow my dog's dish What an unlucky fella? Who eat meds for lunch
Across the street is a child Who sits under the red light A mother who sold her life For a month's school fees A father, pimp of his daughter To shoo away the hunger The burn that froze Numb scars that fade
Tears none in their eyes Nor is the glow of life Sadness too is melancholic With a tear frozen in the eyes The child waved From the window across
Life came easy So did pain "One different from another None different yet same" I am the eagle who feasts On Prometheus, caught in The loop of time Suffering? Question is who?
Confined in the four walls I count my coins Shut the curtain To count them again
"Mercy is not tolerance, its forgiveness with the hope of change"~ anonymous
A Drop of Mercy is bigger Than a miracle, that oozes Down from divine eyes, where millions Of galaxies have been amalgated into Stars. It bleaks of a solemn heart which Once cocooned Elysian memories. It Not only glorifies the one who sprinkles but also felicitates the kind That receives ,and when it mingles With justice what pours down Is elixir of love.