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se_3729
41w
My world fell in to a shadow of itself,
But my heart is still beating
in the remains of the love it bled -
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42w
Love
Means nothing
with broken trust
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43w
Life comes with struggles
Because
You can't search for constellations without darkness.....
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se_3729
43w
Somewhere, at some point in your life
You'll need a break, like what a "comma" does in a sentence,
But remember
'Comma' will never be the 'full stop' ....
©se_3729 -
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43w
What is yellow ?
Yellow is the hope for happiness....
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44w
I want to be strong,
Until an earthquake like you
cannot shake me....
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44w
All you gave me
were fake flowers,
and they withered....
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44w
By now,
You should've learned that,
Darling,
I'll love myself
Before searching
for love
in someone else....
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queen_butterfly
34w
Read More#cinquain #deadlilac
Woah! 4th POD! I am glad someone nagged me to write today, right Sumi? �� XD
@/miraquill I'm honoured. Will think of this as a Christmas present❤️
@/writersnetwork Much grateful!��
Have a happy Christmas Eve y'all! Let's find happiness and warmth together!��
Thank you for featuring this on Instagram @/miraquill❤️I am
exhausted from
memories ensnared in
my veins that don't deserve to be
recalled.
©queen_butterfly -
queen_butterfly
38w
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A DROP OF THE OCEAN
Like driftwood, I waft into madness, rushed into the wilderness of a dazzling world. Neither brakes nor a safety belt, nothing to hold on to but my breath and gut. A frozen block of wood swept by the currents across deep seas. Life can't touch me, I thought. But life already did, scoring wrinkles with each kaleidoscopic sight passing by in a flurry. Now and then, I break out in chuckles, tickled by the magical light illuminating the sacred, before holding tight again. Each encounter, though, relaxes the grip a little.
Tell me about the world—How will it be to scream my lungs out when catapulted by the gushing falls, plunging into the deep end of the whirlpool with a gigantic splash? — How does the air feel on my skin while stagnant in the tranquil creek? — What will I see and hear from the depths of the ocean bed? — I want to experience everything.
Let the waves of insanity take me.
©queen_butterfly
#quiet #ceesreposts
EC! Gracias��
Thank you for the read WN❤️.
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fromwitchpen
37w
Read MoreREAD THIS ON YOUR OWN RISK.
I wrote this to spread awareness not for any sexual reason .
no offense. If you don't like this don't read .Homosapiens a joke –KENSHO
Oh' girl when you drool at me
with your blue eyes, I curse you,
you eye-rape my body beneath
my sark and when I walk close
to you, your eyes turn red with
the fragrance I respire, your lips
bleed with desire and I see how
your sight roam around my
physique halting at the inseam
of my jeans— and at that time
I think to ask you
'Don't you hath a bruvver or
begetter in your home?'
You whisper in my ear–
don't cry baby . As if you think
I'm made of stones. One by
one you nibble my thighs I
ask for liberation you growl
with fornication, and when the
dewdrops scoosh on my room's
floor I see blood , I take myself
as a murderer of thy dignity
You then turn into a
pseudofeminist, you
oftentimes abuse or arouse
those guys out there cause
girls like you are deceptive
and have no shame
feel the chagri' you incuplate
me in courts and towns
I'm not ashamed to say that
I, A Man was raped by a woman
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Oh' Boy you blame me for
wearing clothes short, I see
your evil smile when I run away
from your wrath and then when
you thaw an iron rod then to fill
my ribcage with black butterflies
you say my breasts are impressive
and needed a knead and I descry
that gaze of lust at me, I beg for
a way out you abut my back I froze
you wickedly grind your body
with mine at that time I ask
'Think if thy sister is at my place'
rage caught in your veins and
you thwack my flesh as of
punishing your own self for being
a low man but you quench your
thirst leaving me bare in the
vale of barbarism. And it don't
make me stop to laugh at
you and smile as I call myself
'A warrior who ended the war
with the bravery she suspire'
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Oh Homosapiens'
We look at you and thine way
of living, thou are the noblest
of all the creation then why
the walls sigh looking how
love demise and lascivious
acts govern its cries. We see
very few of you are noble and
a huge amount are barking as
astray dogs where autumn
exsanguinate expressions
unsaid
Those humans hearts you
eat and the flesh you crave
for –
we the nature is naked of all
the clothes but we respect
each other a thousand time
more than you.
©fromwitchpen -
shadowofthoughts_
37w
Read More#lifeadvice #dearstranger_ #wod #1310
@writersnetwork Thankyou so much.❤️��
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I ain't dreaming right?
My first POD. OMG!
Deir sara thankyou. @miraquill������
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Dear younger self, you are the stranger I know the most yet I feel like I don't.Dear stranger,
You are me.Don't get confused.
Take a deep breath and slow down.
Being frantic will only run you in circles
and you may feel confused.
Just try to settle down.
You don't always need to come up with solutions.
Trying to pin things down will only
frustrate you and waste your time.
So, Take it all with a grain of salt
until you've checked out the facts.
Just don't let the sun drown in the tides.
You fall among the stars.
You shine brighter than the moon.
You're my sunflower and Lilly.
Bloom.
Bloom like you're the only flower.
Each of your petal is my shelter.
Each of your thorn is my throne.
You are wings to my butterfly hopes.
Yet you are a stranger to my unknown doors.
Just keep going.
©shadowofthoughts_ -
vinu_chathma
38w
Who's better?
A killing lover
Or a loving killer? -
muskaanbhatt_ 39w
Read MoreYou are my Mariana Trench��❤��
#pod #wod #poems #ocean #start
@miraquill @writersnetwork
Thanks @writersnetwork for the ❤Deepest eyes of him
In his brown eyes there is a deep ocean
Those high waves of his eyes sweep me off the noisy shore
Now I'm so deep I can't find any edge
Not letting me float or drown in the ocean of love
But amidst the waves and the depth I found his devotion
©muskaanbhatt -
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Still have much more to write on this, but I guess it's enough.
I want to use my writing skills to write reality, truth and real causes, to write for people and their problem with a mix of my own feelings of truth and love, I don't want my writing to dance around fakeness, imaginations and khayali pulaw, that seems wasting of skills because khayali pulaw are of no use, they are trash, I mean when your writing is not opening eyes of society then why to write��
#pod #wod #writers #mistakes #kashmir
@miraquill @writersnetworkKASHMIR ( Heaven for outsiders and hell for insiders)
Kashmir, It was a beautiful land decades ago
Kings emperors and full of sufi saints
Love and beauty was flowing from every land and river
From adhan of mosques to the prayers(Puja) of temples to the mattins of church to the ardas of gurudwaras
Everything was beautifully indulged and connected with one another
There was no criticism and hate among different religion
But with the passage of time everything changed
Peaceful land turned into a conflict zone
Inhumane people killed lakhs of innocents and still counting on
Women are becoming widows, kids becoming orphans and from parents, parenthood is stolen
Everyday blood splits on the streets,
Create horror and emotional feelings in the hearts
This land is no longer a paradise and not less than a butcher house
Those who are fighting for the good cause are framed as Terrorist while those who kill and murder innocents are known as officers
Small blossoms are openly murdered in daylight and some are under false allegations and detained
Outsiders come and enjoy our heaven with blind eyes
Can't they see those murder committed hands of officers and those continuous tears of mothers
Kashmir is only of kashmiris then who are you who are you who forcefully occupied our paradise
I am Kashmir and my people are suffering from torturous regime
When will that day come when you will lose your pride and we will win
You can control kashmir but never it's people and their hearts
Majority hates you and few supports you, who are your informers
I am Kashmir, and my dignity respect is everyday suppressed by those evils
From decades they are covering our tensions and showing good worldwide
When people raise their voices against them, they are shot dead some are made blind by pellet guns
Have outsider ever wondered why boys pickup guns and stones
I guess not ever that's why still framing them as threat to public
So unfortunate is that to kill a single person you call your whole team of men
And in between kill many other civilians under the name of cross fire
Kashmir is burning, Kashmir is dying, Kashmir will vanish soon from the whole world
That time you will win because you only want our land and never the people of Kashmir
So many massacres my jehlum and dal witnessed
As every time they give their water to remove the blood spots from the streets
From top of the mountains to the depth of the rivers I am suffering
Internal pain is suppressed under the name of internal issues
I am Kashmir and my voice is subdued and if I speak truth I will be murdered
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fromwitchpen
40w
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Home - Un(noticed)
2:30 pm
Hypnotizing hope and chastising the
shaft of torpefied palabras,
A glimmering gibbous crooked and
cocooned itself in fronds of shahtoot.
Awe-inspiring the veranda was,
at every step opened a door of poems
and musings,
I made my way out when a staircase
of incomparable intellect
and admirable canvas of metaphors
morphed my eyes into stardust
~I still can't comprehend why a poetry-city invited my unnoticed quill to etch its welkin with ribbons and it welcomed me with rose-smoked-chimneys. I feel home in her unnoticed but profound verses.
5:00 pm
And my soul floated towards the
ashed islet
where a columbarium of lisped
consonants peppered preponderance,
in distinct dialects; vernacular
smelted summer , a subtle stain
of syllables
he fossilized into a masterpiece
flawlessly I ran away—
from that poet who blow mistral and
kept the klutzy synonyms to bake
sublime synecdoche
~An evident hex mesmerized me and mysteries unfold as an unnoticed mistral, draped the saffron suffixes and crafted a cosmos of profound lexicons.
At 00:00
Cupcakes, crowded tables
forks, stearinlys
a rhombic chaplet of thoughts
Poets – quills
emotions – papers
inkpots – feathers
birthdays – episodes
poetry – tranquility
Crocheting cloudscape on one's palm
my alarm clock intonated,
'Time, farewells' forevers
what remained unnoticed?
Mayhap thou
-unnoticed home, thine incomplete poésies ; carve them before thy last sunset.'
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@maestral @poetrycity a very happy birthday to you beautiful souls, stay blessed! Pardon my mere effort . I tried to write something for you.
Cakes and chocolates ( ◜‿◝ )♡
#unnoticed '-"00:00
'Time, farewells' forevers
what remained unnoticed?
Mayhap, thou...
-unnoticed home, thine incomplete poésies ; carve them before thy last sunset.'
©fromwitchpen -
fromwitchpen
40w
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#mydearmiraquilleans #ptpt -2
A PEN TO PEN TALK (Writersblock+Journey)
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(Here presenting the 2nd part of ptpt)
Heyya Miraquilleans,
Hope you all are doing well. A warm round of applause to these benignant souls for mizzling their acumen acuity of sagacity on us.
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@/soulfulstirrings
"No journey begins without a reason there's a path that unfolds right infront of our eyes in each phase of our lives and that's what decides who we eventually become." Writing is a journey to self discovery like any other form of art one may choose to pursue.I have always felt that there's not a medium stronger than words for they can reach the darkest of depths and illuminate one's mind. My journey here on mirakee has been one of the most enriching experi ences of my life. I started out shakily two and a half years ago, apprehensive about my words and my poems but thanks to the constant support, encouragement from my fellow writers I learnt so much my vocabulary improved and soon I found my niche in the way I wrote my poems. A big thank you to all the wonderful talented writers of Mirakee.To all the newcomers, please don't get disheartened incase you feel your work isn't reaching more people just keep inking consistently. If you tag other writers do be kind enough to read their work too.We all should work together towards making mirakee a beautiful place.Gratitude goes a long way concentrate on reading as well as writing. It will help you improve your vocab and if ever you feel you need help reach out. I have witnessed such amazing poets always being hands on to help others here.Writers block is just a phase we all go through.. let it not hinder you from picking up your pen to write. I take a break when I feel that my words are waning and then get back to writing after a while.Mirakee is home to amazing talent under one roof. I feel proud to be a part of a place that has helped me evolve. Lots of love and blessings to all. Keep inking and shining.
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@/love_whispererr
1- Vocabulary is important, your rich vocabulary gives a different dimension to your write-up but trying to increase the toughness, sometimes write-up becomes direction less. Sometimes simplicity gives the poetry a new and refreshing look. Try to understand the direction of your words where you want them to go and you should live with those words to turn them into metaphors.
2- Don't push yourself so hard. A post which is your best that you think and it comes from your heart, may get a few likes or reposts. But it doesn't mean that the post is not good or anything or you have to delete it. Leave it as they're. Feel happy to read the poem again and again. Don't delete or don't feel bad.
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@/kin_jo , @/lovethatneverfades
There is an incessant suffocation running through the mind, the character you want to write about are hungrily awaiting to get unfurl in your plots and subplots but the words seems short to sort out the actual chaos inside you and you feel numb, frustrated to write down the intricate details, meticulously describe the beautiful chaos. This is what we decribe as writers block, a lump in a throat. But patience let time pass , let the characters play a havoc in your head. I would say wait till the time they start to dance happily and play along with your mind tunes. Every writing shouldn't be just to appeal others . Writing should be for self. Be it two lines or couple words they should be to enchant our own mind. An art should be your own therapy and not just to glorify your worth. Pen down short stuff, take time, sit back and relax. For a writer words flows on its own. It cannot be borrowed or exchanged, forced or subdued. It's a creation never be created before, A masterpiece of your own.
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@/shaiz_fs
Miraquill, formerly mirakee is a writing paradise for many amazing writers. Everybody here have their own style of writing. Miraquill daily gives challenges and reading the participants is a real joy. We come across many unique posts on a single word, writers take the challenge in their own style. This is how I started writing here. I remember it was in Feb 2019, I first wrote on mirakee. I met many friends and some foes too. I am grateful for both. Yes, I accept the app has flaws which the owners need to think about. We, the mirakeeans are a family. When any member of the family is being troubled by miscreants, we all should take stand. No one should be left alone.There have been instances where good writers left mirakee due to no readers and no wn or mirakee reposts. Never write for appreciation, write for your satisfaction. You will get the repost one day surely. And if any of us come across a post which is really well written but has less readers, you can tag your friends there. Never fake a read. Never repost for a repost and like for a like. Give your genuine feedback. We own our words, but not the language or format of the way we write. If someone has used our vocabulary or format of writing, it doesn't mean they plagiarized. This is what learning is all about. Always give credits to the rightful owner. People plagiarise content from other social apps and think that they acted very smart. These people are not only deceiving mirakeeans but also their own self. When you come across plagiarized posts, do report it to the respective authority. Coming to me, I don't count myself in the list of some of the amazing writers here. I am more of a reader than a writer who randomly scribbles without a specific genre. My heartful thanks to every individual who supported and encouraged me and also to the one who strive keep the title of this place "paradise" intact. . A special thanks to Carolyn madam for handling her responsibility amazingly well ��.
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@/heartsease , @/the_frozen_heart
I've seen many people asking about tips for writing, to be honest I never had any, I was just a messed up mind who wandered here and discovered a way to express myself. For me every person is a writer just the way of organising words differ from one mind to another. The only thing I could ask is NEVER GIVE UP SO EASILY, whether it's writing or crossing arduous situation, think that you're a butterfly and a butterfly shall always know how to fly high after breaking a tough cocoon. The most important thing is to not to stop your inspiration and reading habit. They say lohe ko loha katata hai same way I feel writer's block can be overcome by writing or it can be along observations plus imaginations. Observing nature specifically and absorbing peace do help me some times. Sometimes taking break is okay or feeling writers block just spend some time with your own self for they say, "a moon can wait whole day to be illuminated in the darkness of night, without realising about the power of light it holds throughout". When life build walls around you and leave you to wither, Miraquill is a home for salvation and hope to mend your crashed feathers.
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@/ak_anjali_daydreamzz
1. Read as much genres as I can. Variety is the spice that lets me stay in touch with different types of writings.
2. I like to explore and hate repetition, so in writing also, I don't stick to something for long. I alternate different methods, at least I try.
3. I only write when I feel like writing, no forced writes. If I feel bored, I read more and if not I do other crafts.
4. Even though I read lots of books, and in here Mirakee too I read many writers here
- i get inspired by themes and topics but I try to present it in my own way.
5. I am still not sure what my type of writing is, I just write what I feel, and it varies from time to time.
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@/_astitva_
For me mostly I felt writer's block whenever I'm high on negative emotions it happens mostly either we feel depressed, lack of inspiration, something personal trauma or anything and it happens but what I did everytime is:
1. I never stopped reading even though I couldn't scribble. When you read different emotions you relate to them and it worked Everytime for me as a catalyst for relieving from the writer's block and put my emotions into words.
2. Expressing is first and foremost rather than thinking about how it will be when you put the last full stop. Let your heart ooze whatever it's holding and I'm sure we have oceans of emotions every second to paint the whole sky with different colours.
3. Writing is just like a stream of emotions like that of water it takes the shape of wherever it gets its path even the rocks can't stop it over a period of time it makes its passage so don't bind yourself into shackles of genres, figures of speeches ( Which I have done unknowingly ��) or anything, just let yourself bloom in all dimensions of this paradise and you'll yourself see the magic hidden inside you.
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I guess the best thing during the Writer's block phase is to take a break as it helps in refreshing your mind. What I do is I read so that one or the other thing might help me in getting some ideas. Or else talking to your near and dear ones too is a great help. But what I've realised recently that one can find ideas even in the most weirdest of situations. So don't worry, it's just a phase, it too will get over. But never quit writing.
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@/inked_selenophile , @/mooniememer
1. Try reading your old poems, grab the thoughts or words and reframe a new poetry. Usually, when I am on Block I try this technique. I either hunt thoughts or words and I reframe a new poem! It might sound silly but trust me, it will turn out satisfactorily!
2. Read, Read, Read. Read as much as you can and try writing a viewpoint about it! Or else you can try something other than your usual way of writing even this helps you to get rid of the block!
Happy writing ♡☽
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@/puranidiary
1.Whenever you feel stuck start with some easy /fav prompts, write even a small piece initially without bothering for vocabs or metaphors or anything. Just write and it would surely help you.
2. Read others. This is simple but actually very motivating in every sense reading others can pull you out of fear and improve your skills too.
3.Don't rush at all.After you start writing after a long break or in between writers block sometimes you Don't write satisfactory enough. You might end up making literally a khichdi of thoughts but don't rush keep on trying. The best one will come eventually.
4.collab with others. In some case collaborating and discussing stuffs could push you to write. It would help you to gain back your momentum too.
5.A silly one but avoid taking much long break from writing if you can. Breaking up consistency eventually causes wb and catching up the pace would always be a bit difficult task. :)
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@/shadowofthoughts_
Writersblock hits different, and there are many culprits, suprisingly each culprit is unique. The words are right there in your head but it's all jumbled, it's tough. I would suggest you to as read as much as you can. Because if you stop reading and stare at the blank page to write. You'll get more and more stuck. So don't give up on reading. Next try and start to write. You fingers can still move, right? So keep writing even when it's not your best. Don't disappear. Try writing in different techniques and languages, it really helps. Try taking part in prompts, it'll keep you going. And remember you don't have to be complicated or super weighty with the words. It's okay. We're all humans.
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@/iamaselenophile
I joined this family through my friend I didn't knew anyone here. This was just an app for me, but after sometime due to the support and love I got from you all this app isn't mere an app but my family. My life was like a paper boat floating alone on water under moonshine. I joined miraquill and found my way. I'm not a perfect writer, just a simple girl who loves to write everything, who loves to share feelings through writing. I deleted my first account due to some personal problem. But I literally missed everyone and opened another account. Yes sometimes I think this family is changing day by day. I think to leave this. But I literally can't. Some people leave this app because they don't get much support and attention.I really feel bad for them, I can't bring them back.But one thing I wanna say is plz spread love here instead of hurting anyone try to correct each other, family means care.Don't leave this app for the reason you don't get pods, ec, much followers or likes.If you don't get these doesn't mean you don't write well. You should be satisfied with your write ups.
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@/fromwitchpen
Take a nap. Put your phone aside. Swarm up the stairs as of you can conquer a mountain. Inhale. Exhale. Look at the sky' count the number of tries a bird makes in a day to strive. Clasp few roses shower their fragrance upon your soul, relax. Pick the quill (feather) you found abandoned dip it in the canvas of nature –the thin line betwixt pain and emotions. Remember the cold showers you had when you were depressed, the gigglemug of a child which made your lèvres curl —Catastrophic ebbs and combers of life. Swallow the shades of solitude. Write what your heart wants.
-Vocabulary is like salt in your write-ups. Have to be sprinkled in a equilibrium. To enhance your range of words learn 5 new words daily. And use them in your writings for few days. It'll help you alot.
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|(Meme)orial |
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•When writer's block encroaching me like in streets in Indian markets and the next morning at 9:00 AM Miraquill comes with an interesting prompt like a bulldozer
Le* Mirakee to writer's block
'Tumse na ho payega'
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•when your posts gets a repost during writersblock phase,
Le*writers- kbhi kbhi Igta apunich bhgwan h.
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•Nobody :
Literally nobody :
Not a single person on this earth :
Absolute no one :
Not even my mom :
Ultra Pro Max Spammers here :- 'Hey, you write amazing. Would you like to take part in our anthology?'
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•People returning to miraquill with new IDs be like: 'Arey deewano, mjhy pehchano, kaha s aaya, m hun kon?'
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•Do you think you can be in writer's block??
when you have miraquill ke prompts.
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•Newbies -Miraquill is a writing app. I will write 10 posts continuously to rule miraquill
Le experienced mirakeeans-
Yes absolutely,
*in discover section*
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•when you come back from a long break and gets a repost sometimes even pod. Writers to miraquill - miraquill bhai tum bhut mast kam krta hai *hugs*.
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•Miraquill giving two pods and deleting one
Le writersnetwork* apse better umeed kye th ham (not reposting that pod)
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•Miraquilleans in the comment section*
- hey wordsmith, hey Shakespeare, hey ghalib, hey dhinchak Pooja (the most sweetest ones)
-I'm from Aeumrica an anthologeuere would you want to be part of our anthology? (Ni matlab ye alag hi dhndha chlrha h)
-Mera life barbad hogya h pichlay 48 ghntay s wn n mjhy repost ni dia.
-beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
-xD , :) , ^_^, *_*, :(, is s zyada no compliment).
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•Bhaiya writing app dekhana
(Bhaiya) mirakee
Thoda saste m dekhana
(Bhaiya) miraquill
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Old writers to new writers,
Beta ek wqt th jb hm bh ghreeb hwa krty th
Le writersnetwork to new writers,
25 din m crorepati banounga
[Thank you so much @/mooniememer @/_astitva_ @/shadowofthoughts and @/puranidiary for participating in (meme)orial]
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fromwitchpen
39w
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@vaniloquence a very happy birthday to you . Keep expressing beautiful soul <3 (ik this sucks)
#seasonSo You Want To Know, Then Listen.
A quill was there
Few thoughts unparallel
A suitcase of blossoms
Lovelorn
O' traitor
.
I dimmed the candle
A man came in with
glistening moustache
and muscles, about
to wither
Writhing were words
Whispering about him
Was he a season or a poem?
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Burnt chicken; thunder sang the dragons
A moloch summering above daffodil bulbs
I asked him what's the route to death, crypt
He smirked and took a knife so close, shivers
It was a winter eventide, cold and forlorn
He gently took my pen and paper, inking
I flabbergasted looked at the butterflies
invierno-cum-inferno, his heart split up
And then sprung the twilight of spring
On the tapestried walls of materialistic khud
Vaniloquence pearled into sun, set-rise
His emotions bled black, alchemist, alcohol
Autumn it was, he looked like a river, flee
Or about to flow wounded orbs glumly limn
He still beamed like a night, despitefully
The day was gone; a vehement night knocked
On a stranger's door who plucked it off to
Fill his quill , kept on embellishing silence
A poem he was, a season maybe? Deep
He wrote his name in every weather, poet .
©fromwitchpen
