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  • radhee 32w

    This profile will be dormant for a short period of time..love you all.......
    Bye��

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    Elopement

    Taking a break
    Thanks for
    All Love
    And
    Drama
    ©radhee

  • radhee 32w

    These days, I have been noticing a profile which work here as a moral police.
    It had only 5 posts,but all of them is the screen shot of some other profiles,which demand the readers to report that profile.
    Mirakee don't support nudity,so we can report such posts.But that user command massive report for comments which he doesn't like. If he doesn't wish to see that user again,he could block. Instead of that, he commands other mirakeeans to report massively.

    You can understand how I feel about immoral activities in this platform by reading "serenity oozing out". This post is other side of the coin.

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    Let them express

    This is 21st century and not
    Victorian age.
    Sex is not a crime.
    Sexual feelings too.
    Almost all renowned writers
    Portrayed sexuality in their works
    Very beautifully.
    Like any other feelings,
    Lust is also humane.
    As we all are artists here,
    It's not good to turn our face
    Against erotica.
    If you don't like it, block the user.
    There maybe many,
    Who like to read it .
    I am not talking for people
    Who use this as a flirting platform.
    There are many people here
    Posting plundered contents
    With copyright claims.
    Why don't you raise your
    Voice against them?
    There are many who insult
    Women through their posts.
    Nobody reacts against them
    And such posts have drastic
    Number of likes & comments.
    We should react against
    Sexual crimes not sexuality.

    Artists should not turn against
    Erotica, it's a part of us.
    ©radhee

  • radhee 32w

    Cuts

    She was cut into pieces
    Several times.
    But she never died.
    Like a rose stem,
    New individuals
    Emerged out from her.
    After each birth,they
    Delivered some write ups.
    Now we can't see her.
    Instead, we see either
    Many in one or,
    One in many.
    They are similar
    as well as dissimilar
    Like varieties of roses
    ©radhee

  • radhee 32w

    _English Translation for non-malayali readers_

    _The lady writer_

    If you say that my writings are awesome, I can only reply that "they're garbages wrapped in colour papers which are well tied". Anything which we feel insecured to show to others can be called as a garbage.we may throw them out or hide in unnoticed corners.How many emotions can be genuinely expressed other than happiness? Even the most colourful emotion- 'love' is kept as a secret. Sometimes it is hidden from whom we love too.
    Aren't we scared to disclose our anxieties thinking what will they think of it?
    Don't we have oceans of sorrow which inhibits themselves from waving infront of non-empathic people?
    Don't we have a rage inside when get ignored even after screaming for consideration?

    There is nothing in my writings other than such emotions that can't be expressed. It's better to say helplessness made me a writer. And honestly, I can't write a single verse in serenity.

    We who tag every unpleasant smells as 'stench' can feel varieties of stench when that cover is opened.
    Rotten dreams smells like that.

    If you cover your nose and peep into it, you can only see a darkness.When you come with the lantern of humanity, you can see a living corpse trying hard to win either death or life.

    I am slackening that tie through this write up so as to let air get into or out of it.Because here I don't have any acquaintances to smell or utilise my weaknesses.
    ©radhee

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    എഴുത്തുകാരി (available in English)

    എൻ്റെ എഴുത്തുകൾ ഭംഗിയുള്ളതാണെന്ന് നിങ്ങൾ പറഞ്ഞാൽ-
    "വർണ്ണക്കടലാസിൽ പൊതിഞ്ഞ മാലിന്യക്കെട്ടാണത്"
    എന്നേ എനിക്ക് പറയാൻ കഴിയൂ.
    മറ്റൊരാൾ കണ്ടാൽ മോശമായതെല്ലാം പുറത്തേക്ക് വലിച്ചെറിയുകയോ ആരും ശ്രദ്ധിക്കാത്ത കോണുകളിൽ കൂട്ടി വയ്ക്കുകയോ അല്ലേ പതിവ്?
    സന്തോഷം ഒഴികെ മറ്റേതൊക്കെ വികാരങ്ങൾ അന്യരോട് പങ്കുവെക്കാൻ കഴിയും?
    ഏറ്റവും നിറപ്പകിട്ടാർന്ന പ്രണയം പോലും മൂന്നാമതൊരാൾ അറിയാതെ ,ചിലപ്പോൾ നാം പ്രണയിക്കുന്നവർ പോലും അറിയാതെ മനസ്സിൻ്റെ ഉള്ളറകളിലേക്ക് വലിച്ചെറിയാറില്ലേ?
    എന്ത് കരുതും എന്നോർത്ത് മറ്റുള്ളവരോട് ഒളിക്കുന്ന ഉത്കണ്ഠകൾ ഇല്ലേ?
    അനുകമ്പയില്ലാത്തവർക്ക് മുന്നിൽ തിരയടിക്കാൻ മടിക്കുന്ന ദുഃഖക്കടലുകളില്ലേ?
    പരിഗണിക്കണേ എന്ന അപേക്ഷ പോലും അവഗണിക്കപ്പെടുന്നതിൻ്റെ രോഷമില്ലേ?

    പങ്കുവെക്കാൻ കഴിയാത്ത നിസംഗതയ്ക്കപ്പുറം
    എൻ്റെയെഴുത്തുകളിൽ ഒന്നുമില്ല.
    അശരണത എന്നെയൊരെഴുതുകാരിയാക്കി എന്ന് പറയുന്നതാവും ശരി. ശാന്തതയിൽ ഒരു വരി പോലും എനിക്കെഴുതാൻ കഴിയില്ല.

    ഇഷ്ടപ്പെടാൻ കഴിയാത്ത ഗന്ധത്തെയൊക്കെയും " ദുർഗന്ധം " എന്ന ഒറ്റ വാക്കിൽ ഒതുക്കുന്ന നമുക്ക് ആ വർണക്കടലാസ് അഴിച്ചാൽ വേർതിരിച്ചറിയാൻ കഴിയാത്ത പല തരം ദുർഗന്ധങ്ങൾ മണക്കാൻ കഴിയും.മണമുള്ള സ്വപ്നങ്ങൾ ചീഞ്ഞു നാറിയാൽ ഇങ്ങനെയാവുമത്രെ.
    മൂക്ക് പൊത്തി ഉള്ളിലേക്കൊന്ന് കണ്ണ് പായിച്ചാൽ ഒറ്റനോട്ടത്തിൽ നിങ്ങൾക്ക് ഇരുട്ടല്ലതെ മറ്റൊന്നും കാണാൻ കഴിയില്ല . മനുഷ്യത്വത്തിൻ്റെ റാന്തലേന്തി ഒരിക്കൽ കൂടി വന്നു നോക്കൂ..
    മരണത്തിനോ ജീവിതത്തിനോ വേണ്ടി പിടയുന്ന ഒരു ജീവശ്ശവത്തിനെ നിങ്ങൾക്ക് കാണാം.

    ഈ എഴുത്തിലൂടെ ആ പൊതിയുടെ കെട്ട് ഞാൻ ഒന്നയയ്ക്കുകയാണ്, അല്പം വായു ഉള്ളിലേക്കോ പുറത്തേക്കോ കടക്കട്ടെ..അത് മണക്കാനും എൻ്റെ ദൗർബല്യങ്ങളെ മുതലെടുക്കാനും എനിക്കിവിടെ പരിജയക്കാരില്ലല്ലോ!
    ©radhee

  • radhee 32w

    Loving demon

    We live together only because
    you tied me up with a rope,
    which you call as "love".
    My boundary is certain
    As the rope is in your hands.
    Whenever I search peace within,
    You pull me back with cruel love.
    I want to break these shackles
    And live in peace.
    But somewhere I love it,I love you.
    In my dreams, I call you mom.
    But In reality, you are a nightmare.
    My heartbeats increase whenever
    You come near me or even when
    Stand away and stare at me.
    You drains out my energy almost
    -everytime we meet.And I keep
    yawning n lying on bed the whole day.
    You dumb your commands into
    Both my ears after closing my lips.
    Then you throw me to your lord,
    Who is one side deaf and blind.
    The same YOU criticise him when
    his punishments cross border.
    I want your hugs,and I know
    You want it back.But when we do,
    Your thorns hurt me.
    I fear the day when we split up.
    I still love you for some reason.
    Be with me ,not as a demon
    Not as an angel, but as a-
    Human with all natural traits.
    ©radhee

  • radhee 32w

    Darkness is comfiness

    These days she waits for the
    Arrival of night so that she
    Won't be able to see-
    People changing their colours.
    Morning rays are frequently
    Hurting her everyday.
    Night is not as hot as day.
    She feel joy when dusk begins
    And grief when dawn begins.
    She can walk safe in dark
    Better than in a crowdy day.
    She wish to sleep all day and
    Wake up when everyone sleep-
    To escape from itchy people.
    Darkness of ignorance,
    people Hiding inside too
    won't be Reflected in dark.
    The dark gifts her peace which
    The light plunders everyday.
    ©radhee

  • radhee 33w

    Disappointment

    It will make you down.
    Sometimes induce
    Self destruction..
    Sometimes force you
    To Harm others....
    Above all,
    Repeated disappointments
    Can make a stagnancy...

    You have to take
    Minimal efforts-
    Even if you want to
    End up your life..

    But this stagnancy
    Inhibit you from that too..
    The rearmost expectation-
    Death too vanish out.
    Yes,death is also an
    Expectation sometimes.
    But lacking that too is
    Pathetic.
    ©radhee

  • radhee 33w

    As someone said, "forever is a myth"
    Today's friend, tomorrow's stranger

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    There is just a
    Hair's breadth
    Between
    AFFINITY
    and
    ODDITY
    ©radhee

  • radhee 33w

    I think my posts changed their track to a kind of advice����
    I am just sharing my thoughts .. read and comment what you think of it..����
    One more thing, a sentence in this is already posted as another one a few months ago.

    ��Thank you��

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    Too much of anything is toxic

    Caring is good,but over caring is
    Like overcooked food.
    You Crave for hugs,but
    Tight hugs suffocates.
    Be it your
    Partner,children, parent, sibling..
    Never feel proud to say
    "He/she is my asset"
    Consider them as a human being-
    Instead of a property.
    Because,when a human being is
    Treated as a property, there lacks
    A lot of humane values.
    It makes them less of a human.
    So, respect their individuality
    Learn to co-operate with them
    Rather than leading them.
    ©radhee

  • radhee 33w

    Morality

    We live in a society where
    Morality is tagged with sexuality.
    It's not about peeping into
    Someone's privacy.
    It is simply,the concept of
    "LIVE AND LET LIVE"

    It is a quality which
    everybody must possess
    Rather than,
    preaching and
    Enforcing into someone.
    ©radhee