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How To
How To Reject Someone's
Proposal without saying no to his/her
The Epic line You Should Carry
You deserve someone better
©seemamakealfaz
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Alfaz dil ke Moody but introvert likhti wohi hun jo likhna jaruri samajhti hun
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मोहब्बत
कब कैसे कहाँ
पता नहीं मगर
हां इश्क हो गया
तुमसे
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दुरी
तुमसे दूर ही रहना पड़ेगा
पास आनेपर
तुमसे इश्क का खतरा है
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स्वयं विचार
कभी कभी मनुष्य का मौन धारण करना
उसके दुखों की वृद्धि का कारण होता है
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Ambition is the key of goals
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QISMAT
Jo Qismat mein nhi hai
Woh kyun pasand aa jaata hai
Rabba mere
Jo Qismat mein hai
Usey hi pasand bna de
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No one care for your mood
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seemamakealfaz
16w
खयाल
जो मेरे खयालों में
आ जाता है न
मैं उसके खयालों
में भी
किसी और का
खयाल
आने नहीं देता
©seemamakealfaz -
Dil hi toh hai
Dil hi toh hai
Tutega sahi
Toh tutne do
Judd kr bhi
Yeh teri hi
Sadayen gayega
Dil hi toh hai
Kya fark pdega
Yeh royega chillayega
Aansu bhi Bahayega
Par yaad rakhna
Mere harjai
Tujhse wafa ki
Bheek nhi mangega
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seemamakealfaz
16w
राब्ता
Tujhse tha राब्ता mera
Na jaane kitne janmon ka
छूट gya woh saath magar kyun
Toot gya woh बंधन barson ka
©seemamakealfaz
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PEOPLE
Try to understand people
before trusting them.
Because we are living in such a world ,
Where artificial lemon flavour is
used for welcome drink
And real lemon is used in finger bowl.
©shujah -
1008dr
57w
Read MoreWhen you said that you haven't been in touch with jindagi since long , many of us felt it .
We've made our work so much important that some have absolutely stopped thinking about themselves , their happiness, comfort.
Though surrounded by people we feel alone as we really don't speak up .
Depression, anxiety it's all normal in a human's life . But the society feels it to be a higher class disorder , they are like , "beta thodi der so le sab thik ho jaayega " . But no one says ki beta tell us what's wrong.
You were right the fear of loosing people close to us is really bad , but we have to accept that people may come and they may go .
Childhood plays a key role in establishing a person's identity his lifestyle his thought process. You were left all by yourself in your childhood and had the fear of loosing people as you had then .
Prestige , reputation does matter but what matters most is you setting your soul free .
Hiding your depressions with a big smile won't help always is what you and Dr. Jahengir Khan taught us . Sometimes you just ignore it or fight it out like your antibodies do to the pathogens.
Depression is a malignant pathogen it'll start from you and may end up infecting all your friends and family .
We all do need a 'Jahengir Khan' who can teach us that all chairs aren't the same and kursi shopping is really essential.
And we all need to look for our 'Shaira' whom we cherished as we were a child so that we can relive our lives and maybe improve them .
Let's hope we do well , till then Kaira let's stay in touch with jindagi and keep the 'kursi' shopping on ...
#mirakee #writerscommunity #lettertokaira #dearzindagiDEAR KAIRA
(~ Dear Zindagi)
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julie__
57w
Read MorePerpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,
"Don't call me a bigot.
I'm broadminded as can be.
It's just that I don't believe
In a mixed society."
So deeply has this poison spread.
The roots have long been buried.
Still, in a small child's fertile mind
Some seeds will still be carried.
If they have heard somebody
Speak out with great contempt
About a colour or a race,
Then hatred will ferment.
It later will flourish
If no one interferes.
Racial slurs and epitaphs
Will frequently appear.
There is an old Indian quotation,
One that clearly speaks.
"Don't judge a person 'til you have walked
In his moccasins many weeks."
There is no person living today
Who wouldn't somewhere be an outcast.
If everyone would just remember that,
We might have peace at last.
- julie
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#mirakee @mirakee @writersnetwork
#pod (1)
~the best day, first pod. ❤ thanks @mirakee~A Dish Of Racism
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Me
I was a shy little girl.
A trait that was natural.
Always asked, "why are you so quiet?"
That's how I was with others I just met.
I had to get to know someone first.
Then my character would outburst.
Most people accepted, and some were offended.
My thoughts I kept silent made me misunderstood.
To have a few close friends works for me.
It doesn't stop me from being friendly.
Sharing a smidge of my personality.
©linibirdi_ -
krishnarana
57w
A women doesn't make a noise when she leaves.
She did it before when she wanted to stay and you didn't notice.
©krishnarana -
bilkisutangaza
57w
Vampires
The land is full of vampires
The moon is out without stars
Vampires search for blood day and night
They feed from the skirts the infants, the ladies and even the grandmothers
They survive while the skirts live dead alive
Trousers run away from the skirts that were bitten by the vampires
They can’t stand to protect but they chorused about their opposite gender
Some try to shield but only their sisters, daughters and family and other skirts live in vain
The sun refused to shine for centuries
Humans plead the shine for an hour
To shine and burn the vampires into ashes
When will the sun rise?
—Bilkisu Tangaza
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fallen_42
57w
Grandmother
My mother and grandmother
Sit in the old verandah
And talk about old times
By old times I mean
When Nanu was still alive
And brought sweets for my mother and her sisters every single day
For he believed in the act of giving
There is a garden where roses bloom like first sunrise
Sugarcane grows like little boy
Nani has planted an apple tree
In her field where she rarely goes now
And very proudly tells about the first apple borne by the tree
Though the wild peacocks have the taste of it
Maa and granmother still laugh along
And I remember the times when Nani was not so old
When she held me in her arms for the first time
When mithoo came in our lives
An injured parrot who couldn't fly
But that's the thing with my grandmother
She has been saving everyone from the cold
Growing trees where they are not meant to be
Holding funeral for dead parrot
And living life as if she is in war with time
Trying to take revenge
For the love that was taken away too soon
But this is not my story to tell
All I know is
My mother and grandmother still wear each other's suits
And now I am growing to fit in theirs
Yet what remains questionable is
If I can sit along with them
If I can take someone else's place
Be a parrot
Or that apple tree
If I can, one day, sit together on the old charpai
And laugh like women do when they share the same secret of womanhood -
vidushitiwary
57w
Read MoreI met him after years,
his face had that same glory,
his walk the way he talks noting has changed he is still that old soul.
I saw him after years,
his voice his lips that move when he talks
had that same theme, that we used to share in childhood.
I hugged him after years,
his way of dressing, his perfume had that fragrance I was familiar with.
I wanted to spend some more time with him.
but then we both carried our responsibilities.
A hearty goodbye & promise that we'll be in touch.
©vidushitiwary(READ CAPTION PLEASE)
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abdulmuktadir19
61w
Read MoreHave penned down my first poem.
@zahir_barbhuiya
@mirakee
@writersnetwork
#firstpoemBeyond my control!
The dusk was candescent,
The sun was radiant.
I was walking in the footway,
Envisioning the human society.
Some were busy at their work;
Some were playing,
Me, thinking about,
To write my first poem.
After not finding any topic;
Looked at the neighboring,
Saw many things.
Which should not be betided.
The world is so unseeing;
If a blind cross the road,
Without helping him,
They rather laugh at him.
But, it is beyond my control.
The world is so rude
If there takes place an accident,
Without taking him to hospital,
They rather take a selfie.
But, it is beyond my control.
The world is so merciless,
When their parents become old,
Without taking care of them,
They rather leave them to old age home.
But, it is beyond my control.
I stand still, just gazing at the neighboring;
Many questions are fighting with my mind
How our ancestors used to be,
And what have we become?
©abdulmuktadir19
