Her words give shelter to many emotions, Full of different colours of life and magical potions, I very often gulp them down and travel to somewhere far, Sometimes to a lost land , sometimes the midnught star.
She writes magic with that magical wand called pen she hold, So many stories she has penned many more are yet to be told.
She calls herself a chaos, What a beautiful chaos she holds in her heart, I have loved her writings not from now but right from start.
She loves " the Army" , a BTS fan, I golden soul, I hope you get all happiness that's in store.
There is nothing she has not written , all emotions like all the colours of the sunset sky, In her writings sometimes she is too low, sometimes you reach too high.
She has been a phoenix rising every time she falls, Sky us her limit, she cannot be bound within mere walls.
I met her here , we talked, we became friends, I hope this friendship continues and never ends !
Have a great day, I hope you have many more! May god bless you with all love ad happiness that's in store ...
Today us your day may stars and moon light up the night, may your life be full of happiness , sadness nowhere to be seen in sight.
Happy birthday once again ! Keep shining in sun, storm and the rain❤
A handwritten note, holding hands , a sweet little quote. a kiss on forehead rather than lips, not coffe but tea who sips. A gentle breeze, the smile that makes me freeze. Hair dancing along, to the rhythm of wind's song. Me trying to stop then behind your ear, but they dance just like you without any fear. Sleeping in your embrace, looking at your shy pretty face. with my head in your lap, reading a book, after a few pages pausing to take a look. those eyes which are drowned deep into mine, your eyes like a great painters's art so deep and fine. Instead of long drives long walks by the road, talking for long hours when we feel bored. Instead of long texts, a short note in your own writing, Cute little banters instead of serious fighting.
Those little things are what I call love.
(PS -I suppose am too old fashioned for the kind of love I see now-a-days .)
As this year comes to an end, there are left too many scars too deep to mend. some smiles too bright, some dreams going out of sight. some promises we could not keep, some tears that were hidden way too deep. some metaphors hidden between the pages, some stories in the corner of our heart to be forgotten for ages. some autumn leaves all crushed and dry some roses all wilted that made us cry. some hope that kept us from falling apart, some endings that marked a new start. some poems that made us smile, some first steps we took for a walk of a mile. some starts beautiful and fresh as dew, some dreams filled with aspirations all new. some people turned ephemeral whom we wanted by our side, some tears just rolled down the cheeks for they were too difficult to hide. some dreams came true making our eyes glitter more than ever. this year has given each one of us something we can forget, not soon maye never.
As we move to a new year,I hope it is much better than the previous one. Let us not forget that all th scars have taught us that we are stronger than we thought...Love yourself ,stay happy.Thankyou to all people who have been there as an inseparable part. May the next year holds all joy hapiness and good health and many more good things in store...
I wanted to be by your side, each tear from you wished to hide. I wished all happiness for you, you life filled with all the colours and every hue.
The day I realised ,I can no longer bring you smile, I paused and thought, Oh! hasn't it been a while? Since you laughed because of me, all you've done is cry, Since I came to your life, ever since it has been devoid of joy.
I still want all happiness , too much to hold, its just now too late to be told. I still want to hold you hand, but it is too far, into some yonder land.
No matter how hard I try, these pieces I cannot mend, I never believed in forevers, I was right in the end. I still want to wipe those percious tears, But they have long gone dry, waiting for me for years.
I still want to listen to all of you heart, but I know its too late to start. I still want to see the love in your eyes that you had for me, But my eyesight is now too weak and distance too much fir me to see.
I still want to put you head in my lap and listen to you heart beat, but Inow am not eligible for that seat. I know you must hate me, even I do, ever since you left all those dreams have melted away like the morning dew.
But you see ? I can't now, even if I want to, even if I know how. For your happiness, for your life I have to go somewhere far, otherwise in the end all that will be left will be scars......
(PS- Just wanted to write something. Dosen't make much sense. Just random stuff)
All I want for christmas is the sparkel that your eyes held instead of all the tears it has now, love in your life, dreams that you once were crazy about, freshness of all the spring flowers. That is all I want.
(For all my wishes have always revolved around you)
My eyes they belonged to you for they were always dreaming, dreams all new. they seemed to have forgotten their own, All the things I once loved seemed littleless known.
My heart it belonged to you, sometimes it beats for me but only a few. It seemed to have given a home to all your stories, no place was there for a few chapters of mine, a pinch of happiness and a handful of worries.
My smile belonged to you, earlier I used to smile at smallest of things, a butterfly, a blloming flower even a drop of due. But now only when I saw I could smile, I haven't smiled for myself, its been a while..
My poetries belonged to you, every colour, every rhyme and every hue. Each line embraced meataphors of our love, of each smile , every tear, every fight, Each verse had hidden in it every place, each emotion and every lovely sight.
The day you left I promised.. I promised those flowers that now I will never talk to them for hours, I promised that scarlet moon, I will never admire it again, I will sleep too soon. I promised that rain, only with her will shed tears of pain. I promised the sky, no longer will I wish to fly. I promised all those withered leaves of our favourite tree, I will no longer bind to it any promise its now on free. I promised those dandelions ,i would never wish upon them, For all the threads of my dreams were now too lose to hem. I promised those broken records of our favourite song, I won't play it again , all of its melody you took along. I promised the broken pieces of my heart, that it will not get hurt,its a new start.
I met them here I came across their posts and left my heart there. The way they mould the feelings into those words and then a line, the way they convey every feeling is so raw and fine. They way they make me feel when there verses I read, on a day went wrong just a post frim them is all I need. magic wand of words and metaphors is always with them, wuth their words a sweet cardigan for the winter of life they hem. It keeps the heart warn even when its too harsh outside, within their work a whole new world resides. Their proses and poems are the first dew, They are like those stars on a moonless night with shine bright even if they are just a few. They are like that first ray of sun at dusk with soothes you, they are like the colours of rainbow after rain having all colours and every hue. they make you smile on darkest of the day, they always have those things our heart is too afraid to say. They are like those pearls deep inside the sea, too precious to touch too beautiful to see. they are like the rose and its folds, each word , each metaphor a deep hidden meaning it holds. they are like those fireflies all twinkling and lighting up the path of everyone who reads, in the hearts of some a light of happiness and for some they sow the hope that one needs. They are like a wonde4ful piece of art, you know it will be your favourite just when you start. After a hot summer day they are like the first shower, its fragrance spreads all over the graden they are that flower. They have helped me sink too deep and fly so high, to my earth they have been the pinkish shy sky. They take you to the places of your heart you never knew were there, I am so glad I found them here. Thankyou for such wonderful writings and proses, in my gallery and my heart I always store those roses(SS OF THE POSTS BY THEM).
(PS- I KNOW ITS A BIT LAME BUT I COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM WRITING IT. I THOUGHT OF WRITING AN ODE TO ONE OF MY FAVOURITE WRITERS BUT THEN A THOUGHT CROSSED MY MIND WHY NOT SAY THANKS AND EXPRESS MY GRATITUDE FOR THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ALWAYS BEEN MY INSPIRATION AND WHOSE WRITINGS SOOTHE MY HEART WHENEVER I NEED. SO HERE IS AN ODE TO MY FAVOURITE PEOPLE ON MIRAKEE @tamanna3@jerry_21@love_whispererr
Why it happens that sometimes these worldly things make us feel too much that you feel restless. You go beyond overthinking. People sufferings feels like our sufferings and you start standing in their shoes. I know it sucks but why this question bothers me again and again if I'll not feel it. Will I even be called human? What are the solutions to these problems? Are these even problems or my mindset or image I created it as problem? Do all ideas died? Or my mind is stuck and not even free to go beyond this overthinking?. Why I'm feeling too much? Am I the only one or I'm looking to the world closely? Do my questions have answers? Is there anyone who can satisfy me? Who can be my constant companion in this struggle? Or I'll be alone surviving? Will that companion feel the same? Does that supporter will think as I think? Why it's bothering me when I know it's all plans of Almighty. We plan but He decides! . . @mirakee@mirakeeworld@mirakeewrites_@mirakee_words@mirakeewriter
This pain runs through my body and ties me to the ground underneath. My veins get emptied, to an unending pit, at the center of the earth. Pale and drained... I stand, in utter shock. Lips parted, by the weight of words entangled, hanging... hooked in my gut. Enough air in my lungs. Enough to keep me afloat. But I'm drowning, under the desert in my throat. Your face... blurred in my memories. Your betrayal... still fresh, oozing from my heart... bleeding. I'm bleeding vacuum, because that's all that remains within me. I had given you all the keys. Not knowing, you... were the thief.
The initial reaction wasn't pain. It was panic. A million thoughts and emotions, racing in my mind. Past, present, future. Memories. Plans. Everything was suddenly up in the air. Like an internal earthquake or tsunami maybe. I wasn't calm enough to feel the pain, gauge the damage. Immediately, I went into denial. Underplaying the hurt. Telling myself that I was okay and feeling normal... that sending love and forgiveness would be easy. After all, there was love, to begin with. But as days went by... I noticed, I was unable to cry. That's when I realized... I was in emotional shock. And my emotional system had abruptly shut down. That is grief. The damage runs deeper than what can be seen.
how would i find someone like that that feels like you because when you're gone leaving me behind, this darkness scares me i've nightmares i turn around to wake you up & you aren't here. all i do all day is think about you miss you making me hate myself i close my eyes , there's all those evenings , laughters i spent memories hold me not letting me sleep my heart screams , " just one call" just your soft voice,one more time just pretending you're mine,one more night i know i m breaking , into pieces but each one craves for you still screams how do i stop this i dont know before i realise i've already texted you 100th time , "Hey,can i call you stick by my side,please stay" coz' i'm drunk on love.
Wouldn't it be better, If all could be downhill-ed to the latter, And I could sleep-- between house loans and melting bones, Through the sound of silence which echoes Among the words on the notices I couldn't read, Because I was too busy Dreaming all along, Among the letters i do not want to read, Because I was hallucinating all along.
The moon sets repeatedly fading with every eight heartbeats, with cold glowing red through the crevices As my eyes play hide and seek with second chances. What am I supposed to do, when the barn is brimming with sheeps, night in and out, sleeplessness has constantly made me weep; a clock that breaks past midnight, and the promises that I could never keep.
I strech and groan, of the insanity which has begun to grow within. Through the fingertips towards the heart that has turned to stone To the tales I weave and then creep along the rusty nails which keep the only photograph of her hanging. To admire the old love, milking it, the only thing which doesn't let me sink.
watching myself in the mirror, it's only a broken man; but, will you be able to see your own reflection when the light's out, when it's dark outside, when you've these thoughts of suicide. you will never hear me talking about waking up in the morning, a dead man never wakes up, he tells no tales — he takes nothing, but only excedrin, excedrin, could you please help me to get to the brink of the heaven's gate; that has been keeping a good night's sleep, from me.
what's the occasion, so late at night ? why are they crowding the street outside my porch ? what's with the celebration and the loud music ? they've managed to ruin my ruined sleep. shouting kids, dancing families, and, the elderlies look like they found a new life; whilst, altogether they've gotten me closer to the knife, and the glock-19; every laughter is almost as if someone's hammering down the last nails to my coffin — excedrin, excedrin, could you please show me the way back to my nyquil.
is it me, who's losing his religion or, is it the religion that's losing me; because, my faith is as low as the serotonin in my bloodstream. paranoid, that one of these nights, insomnia might make me claw out my eyeballs; just to head back into my mother's lap — and sleep, like there's no tomorrow; but until then, there's much to face — days of sorrow, turning into nights filled with morose.