Eccedentesiast
You've taken a little bit of my soul,
A little too much of my sanity ,
You've left behind a shattered heart,
You've given rise to a monster,
I'm tired of the diurnal stoush,
Maybe I'm too much of an Eccedentesiast,
that you fail to see me die a little everyday.
©officially_ray
officially_ray
Yoo niceu paprika
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officially_ray 51w
Selenelion
And they waited like the sun and moon, to see each other, even if it was for mere minute, their love blossomed in the selenelion.
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officially_ray 60w
Scars shone bright on her inky body,
making up a dainty constellation of agony,
She wondered what was her mistake
that life was so apathetic
All the seasons felt the same
her eyes always had a fall of rain
love had never crossed her path
the journey she chose was of pain and loathe
the Cinderella without a fairy godmother
wearing her own shining armor,
seemed to carry a heart of glass
so fragile yet pure in its form
withered like autumn leaves
she smiled through her tears
sleeping under the blanket of stars
she looked up at the sky
she drew a constellation of her stallion,
she wished that it existed ,
all that she wanted was an escape
an escape from this obtuse world
that never withheld any esse for her.
©officially_rayDamsel in distr(esse)
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officially_ray 63w
It's 2:00 in the morning and I can't sleep,
everyone's kipping and it's all tranquil,
but it's all chaos in my head,
it wasn't supposed to end this way,
you and me were so happy then,
but you chose to stop because you found someone else,
I wasn't enough? or maybe
we're not meant to be,
you left without an explanation ,
well now I'm searching for them in maybes and mightbes ,
and all I feel is useless and numb,
no wound has ever cut me so deep,
that it hurts even if it's a single breathe,
tell me why you chose to stay,
when everyone else had walked away,
so you could push me right into the abyss ,
paint it white with your lies,
adorn it with your handsome charms,
looking for another prey?
Pull me out of this lie called love,
it stifles in here,
but you don't seem to lend a hand,
are you afraid that you'll be in here ?
#ofc_ray_myself
saudade
a feeling of longing, melancholy, or nostalgiaSaudade
but you don't seem to lend a hand,
are you afraid that you'll be in here ?
©officially_ray -
Epiphany of my heart
I don't need what I'm getting but I want what I deserve
I don't care about happiness but I don't want to be sad anymore
I don't need a knight in shining armor, I can fight with the sword too
I don't really care being alone but I don't want to be ignored,
I love myself, but I yearn for being loved too,
I talk about everything, but I want you to listen to what my silence speaks too
I know I'll feel this way again, but I don't want to feel it anymore..
©officially_ray -
Promise
Don't leave me at my worst,
life's probably a curse,
it's nothing but a scar,
sun's right up on my head,
I've never seen no rain,
I might die of this thirst ,
is there even an escape?
let me out of this trap,
I don't seem to belong to this place.
©officially_ray -
officially_ray 70w
I can see your tears behind that smile,
I can see the pain you've been hiding for so long,
I can see how much it hurts to be ignored,
I can see how you miss being happy,
I can see how bad you want to be cared ,
I can see how you're dying on the inside a little more everyday,
I can see how your pupils have changed into the shade of melancholy from joy,
how your eyes don't light up when you smile,
how you don't feel happy anymore when you listen to your favourite song,
I can see everything, for you and I are the same,
I've been talking to my reflection,
and my eyes tell me everything......
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I just wanted to tell that from now on I'd write to myself under #ofc_ray_myself , when things get hard, when I'd feel low and when I want someone to say “hey I got your back” , “don't worry” and when I know there's no such person, I'd write to myself, more like a love note , something for myself,you might find it dumb but trust me idc. ✨Your eyes tell..
I can see everything, for you and I are the same,
I've been talking to my reflection,
and my eyes tell me everything......
©officially_ray -
officially_ray 71w
#we_can_right? #genuine_readers
Pic credits : me, it was a beautiful dusk indeedWill you?
Can you stop being cold for a while,
I might die of frostbite,
Let my heart's warmth pull you into an embrace,
maybe the sun of hope will shine ,
I know it's raining melancholy for you,
maybe you can plant saplings of forgiveness,
I know life is vicious and unfair to us ,
but maybe we can try a little tomorrow, and some more the next day?
©officially_ray -
officially_ray 72w
Please let me know if this should be removed.
Ik ik it's been hella lot of gibberish for you to bear.
#genuine_readers #ofcPillow talk
In every muffled sob my pillow has soaked,
in every wail of mine that was ignored,
I've said zillions of words that go unheard ,
until, I realized my pillow smells like balladry,
I've been crying poetry...
©officially_ray -
Ink lasts longer than love,
maybe that's why everyone's
penning down heartbreak.
©officially_ray
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kaafka 74w
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jaya___ 74w
In a country where naked fakirs have turned rare
But the thinking of those days have not
Where periods are still not normalized
Short, dark, and fat are not adjectives but insults
Where millions are not even considered humans
And are called Dalits with ease
Where sexual harassment is met with doubts and enrages none
But a girl's short dress does
Where girls don't write enough
And women achievements are forgotten in a moment
Where cuckoos sing only to attract hunters
And thus evolve to be dumb
Where friendships are just a conversation away
Sporting zero tolerance.
So how do I live?
By seeing the kiss
Between a pen and paper
In the hands of little girls
Leading to immortal offsprings draped in stories of heroines who revolted
some silently, some roaring.
And so I breathe with hopes of change.
© Harfkaar 21-1-21
In a country of deafening speeches of hate and discrimination. Let's start listening.
To dalit men and women. To queer mates. To sexually abused men and women. To people with mental health issues, to those with physical disabilities. To those who have been displaced and oppressed for centuries. Let's celebrate women idols too.
Let's shut up and listen..
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daffodilpearlzz 75w
WARNING : IF YOU'RE GOING THROUGH ANY PROBLEM OR DESPAIR OF ANY KIND, I HIGHLY SUGGEST NOT TO READ THIS.
DISCLAIMER : THE EVENTS IN THE STORY ARE TOTALLY FICTIONAL. IT HAS NO REALITY. PLEASE DO NOT IMITATE AT ANY COST.
~From the diary of someone who lived~
Dear loved ones,
At the age of 12 :
It is causing pollution; I mean that vehicle; that one, of the advocate uncle near my house. It is noisy like him. Last day, you know, he came to my house and told my parents that I eat snacks from the tea stall. Why did he tell 'em this? Or just this? I ate because I felt hungry by the end of 7 hours 57 minutes of study at school. And now I'm hungry again. Mom scolded me ninety nine times and the hundredth time, was father's. He slapped me and my cheek touched the floor. I am left starving today. Should I go to that stall again? I looked at the mirror and my cheek looked as if my mouth is full, with food. But it wasn't. It was full of pain. May be it did hit too hard when he slapped me. I didn't notice. As soon as I fell down, what I noticed was my face reflecting in the framed mirror kept on a corner of the room. I was looking splendid in the pale dry teary face. I was wearing a coat and I couldn't see clearly, was it blue? My spectacles had already broken into pieces. But why had he wanted to tell my parents about me eating snacks? I hate him. That is why, yes, his vehicle is polluting.
I am a student. But a human too.
Until the age of 14 :
I had a very strong shield of positivity around me. It never let anyone pierce their negative opinions or emotions into me and I was living in a dream world.
At the age of 15 :
The severity of negativity increased drastically. I am now a bit grown up, so I am supposed to listen to the society. That is how you explained. But, I tried to keep the shield of my positivity strong. The more you sprinkled negativity on me, the more stronger I made my positivity. And the more I made it positive and strong, the more you tried to pierce into my shield.
By the age of 16 :
You made holes in my shield and negativity started streaming in directly to me. I used one whole year to fix it. There were a few holes initially. While fixing one hole made by family, the hole made by friends became wide and while working on the hole made by friends, the hole made by society got wide. At the end of an year, I lost the whole shield. I had to prepare myself to face all the negativity.
At the age of 17 :
When you all expected me to get weaker than anyone on earth, I came back with full strength. Your negativity could, in no way, catch me. I kept on jumping and you could never catch me. That was the final year at school and what happened later on, shocked me.
After school :
I wanted to choose literature, but I am asked to do engineering. Everyone's blaming me. Everyone. Even my parents. They are blaming me for scoring bad in my practice tests, mock papers and test series. They blame me for sleeping till 11 AM in the morning. They keep that alarm ringing near my tympanum and it wakes me up. But I get up feeling dizzy and my cerebellum burns in pain. Often, I feel like my heart has got displaced to the right cerebral hemisphere, because I feel the lub-dub there on most days. And it is not exactly similar to, when the heart pumps. When it is your heart, it is beautiful when it pumps. We feel energetic and zestful. But when it is your brain that is making this effect, it is painful. It feels like all my bones are getting broken. I am no more capable to suffer this. That is why I wake up after 11 AM. But they wake me up, still, at 3 AM and lets me sleep only at 11 PM.
Three weeks before :
I was shocked when I woke up and saw it was 1PM. My parents had gone out for some urgent meeting and they missed to keep the alarm on.
Two weeks before :
When all my family was here, they made fun of me for this odd habit. They called me lazy and dumb. When I uttered the word "hypersomnia", they laughed like beasts. I returned to my room and unlike always I laughed too. I didn't know why? Have I started being happy in negativity?
One more week before :
I spent a whole night awake. It was dark and I opened the curtains. I felt lonely because I missed my guitar. I had one that I used only in my dreams. It used to be hung so beautifully on my wall. Recently, in my dreams, I have noticed that it isn't there. I miss it a lot. I didn't want to feel lonely again and I didn't sleep.
Two days before :
I was in deep sleep and was dreaming. I was playing guitar and my organic chemistry textbook tried to snatch it from me. Abruptly, I woke up from the sleep. I sat on my bed and I wasn't feeling sleepy at all. I drank a glass of water and rearranged my blanket to sleep again when someone knocked the door! Who was it this midnight? "Come in" I gently replied to the third knock. "It is locked from inside. Open it." That was a soothing voice. I looked carefully. The door is locked. But I didn't move a bit. Instead I repeated "Come in". So that someone opened the door and came in. She was all black. I couldn't see her face at all. Sheer black. Like a shadow. Her hair seemed long and tied to a pony. She said her name was music. She talked to me. I had turned on the table lamp, but still she looked like a mere shadow. "Why is your name Music?" I asked at some point. She looked at me. Still. "What?" I shrugged. "So you don't love me?" She asked. Her tone was low. "What?" I repeated, this time in a high tone. "I gave you a guitar too. Where is it?" "It is missing." I didn't even know I had one. No. It was true that I didn't have one at all. When did she give me? I get guitars only in dreams. This was real world. What did she mean? She mentioned that she will replace it soon and left. She said may be I had given it to her some day and both of us forgot it. I have never even met her before. We talked for hours, and I've not seen her face at all. She was a mere shadow.
This day :
Thank goodness that remained only for a day. My guitar appeared in my dream again for the next few days. Today, I got scolded by my parents and one of my uncles, because I have started behaving odd. They scolded me badly for behaving weird. Mother had started crying and she shouted at me. They blamed me for wearing a weird smile each time they scolded. I guess it's been only since the night in which I dreamt of the missing guitar. The guitar reappeared, but they said that I had been smiling weirdly, especially when something bad happens. They said that yesterday, I slipped on the road when I got badly hit by a scooter. But I didn't feel it at all? I didn't feel any pain. I remember staying in the hospital and the nurse cleaning my wound. The bandage is still there. They said I was smiling when the doctor was treating me and I kept on repeating "Guitar... Guitar... Guitar... Guitar..." Who knows of it? Who knows what I was doing? I don't remember feeling any pain.
But at night, I started feeling a bit. Just a bit and I was about to cry and shout. This was the second night of my life, when I am awake. Someone knocked the door. I was little curious to know who it was, but jumped from bed, with fractured legs and opened the door. It was her. My elder sister. She was smiling at me. "Didn't you sleep?" She asked me. I bursted out to tears. Where was she all these days when I suffered real pain? I cried because, in a whole life-time, this was for the first time that someone cared to ask me about my sleep. She came in and took me to the balcony of my room. It is a small space with green plants and a splendid view of the moon. We both had enough space to sit there, or maybe, the space was enough only to fit two. I took my cozy blanket and my sister closed me in that. We talked a lot. Way more. I felt happy and excited. I felt relieved. She told me the way to escape and I asked for how to stay in touch with her, because she was a doctor and always busy, one or the other way. At midnight she left my room. She didn't bid adieu. What for? This was the happiest night I ever had. And she has welcomed me to her new home secretly.
At midnight, I will be shifting. Our house was three storeyed and my room was on the second floor (topmost storey). I will have to move from there without making a noise. My parents shouldn't know. She said she will be waiting downstairs. I opened my room's door. I looked back once. Wait, that guitar? It's real? No, I haven't bought one ever. Then what is it doing here? Came from my dream to the real world to say "I will miss you too if you go" ? Whatever. I grabbed it and closed my room. Once I reached the window of our living room on the same storey, I peeped out. She waved her hand. Yes, she is waiting downstairs outside the gate. I reached the stairs and climbed up. I reached the terrace. The sidewalls weren't that tall. So I climbed on top of one. The breeze slowly blew and the moon was looking gorgeous. I looked downwards and I was excited. She was waving her hand again. I smiled and slowly ungripped my feet from the sidewall. My sister gracefully welcomed me to her world, to which she had left two years before, when she died in an accident.
ALL WRITTEN RIGHTS RESERVED
©daffodilpearlzz
19 Jan 2021, Tuesday
PS : The boy in the story is suffering from hypersomnia and showed symptoms of schizophrenia during the last two days.
@mirakee
Thank you @writersnetwork for the like.
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zikra_ 75w
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//PAST//
Past was a stained photograph that I still hide in a tainted box kept in a dark room where i refuse to enter again. I haven't experienced much but it seems like its been such a long journey and my past speaks for it. What I was then and what I am now, it all got changed a lot. I was the same for some, maybe but changed for many.
There were phases when I used to laugh in tears it all sounds a fairy tale now as now no more laughing tears resides in these blurry eyes having tears just of pain. I grab the pen to ink something positive but it just scribbles pain nothing else.
What should I call my past? Good or bad? Was I good then or now? I suffer searching such questions that crosses my heart like a sharp knife.
Whenever I sit in silence at the roof staring the sky, my soul gets departured to a place called "somewhere between past and present."
Sometimes things pinch a lot giving chills to my spine. I'm wrapping my scarred yet beautiful past with glittery cover of present which is lacking glitters somewhere but I'm coping up with the situation somehow.
©zikra
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PS: There are millions of reasons to call my past great but there are still a lot of reasons that creates a doubt if my past was good or bad?
@writersnetwork @mirakee @writersbay #wod ?
Thanks for the like WN :")♥.
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be_fortitude 75w
Mere saath baith kar waqt bhi roya ek din
Bola banda to tu sahi hai , mai hi khrab chal raha hu -
be_fortitude 75w
Apno se ladna cahata hu
Par dar hai ki ... Jeet gaya to haar jayunga -
akku04 76w
"KIRDAR". Part-3.
#akkudiary
Soo here is the 3rd part of KIRDAR..& thank you so much ❤️for giving lots of love to this..& ofcose tell me in the comment section that u like this or not .
Your appreciate means a lot .
If u like this so u must repost it..Part-3
Ki koi ASHKO ko gira Raha
hai KISI ke samne,
To koi UNHEN chhupa
Raha hai KISI ke samne,
Koi ANJAAN hai khud
ki KHASIYATO sai yahan,
To koi DUSRON ko unse
RUBARU kara raha hai,
Aur IS duniya mein har
koi apna "KIRDAR" yahan
bakhubi nibha raha hai..
©akansha karnwal -
akku04 77w
"KIRDAR" part-2
#akkudiary
So here is the 2 part of "KIRDAR"..& tq soo much for showing your love for part-1 ❣️ hope u guy's are also like thiss ..
If u like this so u must repost it .
And Happy New Year too all..✨( srff namm Ka)Part-2
Ki koi manzil ki TALASH mein
nikla hai Ghar se,
To koi NIRAASH hokar ghar
ko Chala aa raha hai..
Koi soya hai MAA ke
ANCHAL mein chhup ke,
To koi usmein khud
ko CHHUPA raha hai..
OR Is Duniya mein har
koi apna "KIRDAR" yahan
bakhubi nibha raha hai..
©akansha karnwal -
akku04 79w
"KIRDAR". Part -1..
Soo this new topic that I wrote: & I hope this will like it all by you .. and I will do more parts of it..
If you like this, then pls let me know. Thank you for your love and support.
If you like it, then you must repost it❤️
#akkudiaryPART-1
Ki koi Rutha pada hai Khud se Yahan,
To koi ruthe ko Mana raha hai.
Is Duniya mein koi Uljhan mein hai,
Too koi Uljhano ko Suljha raha hai
Koi Ishq mein Dooba hai Kisi ke,
Too koi Kisi ki Yadon ko bhula raha hai.
Is Duniya mein har koi apna 'kIRDAR' yahaa
Bakhubi NIBHA raha hai.
©akansha karnwal -
©raika
