Miraquill
SHE'S EVERYTHING TO ME
She's different
She's like a flower that spreads her fragrance
She's not a person, she's a feeling, she's an aura you surround yourself with
She's an obsession
She's the one who absorbs you
She's not someone who comes and goes
She's the wind that carries you along
Her laughter becomes a rythm for your ears
Her smile is like the cresent moon, you can just gaze for hours
Her eyes are an addiction, you cannot just look away
She's perfect, with a beautiful heart, a beautiful soul, and that sweet little dimple on one side
She's like a dream, because you don't know when she became a part of your heart, but you just feel lost into it
She's an intricate art form, with complexities that embrace you from each corner, till you are just a drop of paint in front of that magnificent canvas
She's just like I said, and at the same time she's someone else
Because she cannot be described in few lines
You just can't describe her
She's like a sword that turns into a petal with each hit
She's just a beautiful mess, like the autumn leaves that create a texture on ground, that hits the soul
Her memory is enough to make you write for hours, and still end up feeling frustrated because she's still so much more than you can explain
She's an ocean you can't swim
You just drown and drown, and there's no coming back
She's too good to be happening to me, and I am too lucky to have her in my life
Her presence is enough to soothe me
She has the most beautiful heart, beautiful set of lips, beautiful eyes, beautiful nose, beautiful hair, an irresistible charisma, she's a blessing.
Her movements are like a goddess, her each movement is a blissful step touching your soul
She a rush, a passion, a choas for your mind
She's everything I could've ever imagined
©sehgalvedant
sehgalvedant
Just another mundane in Archimedes' creek Yet wonder, why's the devil afraid of this bleak August 31
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sehgalvedant
85w
Read MoreJust a simple post appreciating love in our lives ❤
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sehgalvedant
114w
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Long time, no see, huh!?
Thanks @mirakee @writersnetwork for your resposts ❤
#pod #mirakee #writersnetworkINTROVERTS
What do you want to know,
What do you want to see,
Are you okay with what you are,
Where do you want to be?
Do you ever escape the ordinary,
Or silently accept what they want you to see?
Do you like to sit back and relax on your couch,
Or are you in search of answers constantly?
Does the silent night excite you,
Does the dripping water send shivers down your spine?
Is the battery of your phone just for your dose of Netflix
Or have you ever tried to explore the lithium inside?
Do you happen to challenge your beliefs
Or are you unaffected by anything whatsoever?
It is said that Einstein used 10 percent of his brain
Did you even think of doing slightly better?!
Do you drink and scream in your heartbreaks
Or hug someone and share your pain for a while,
Or did you ever sit locked inside in a corner,
Weeping silently, immobile on the bathroom tiles
Have you ever kept things to yourself,
Just because of your inability to share it with others,
Did you ever try the professional act of overthinking,
And realize that you can do unspeakable wonders?
Are you so interested in watching movies
And waiting for the ultimate climax to unfold
That you never come up with a beautiful thought
Of writing an incredible storyline of your own?
Does the tree in your window look good
Or honestly, you never noticed it before?
Well, it has around 584 leaves per branch
And I am still counting, just so you know.
Does your weekend plan sound good
With inclusion of a cafe and your large group,
Or have you ever tried to brew your own coffee
And sit on a white chair alone on your patio with a book?
Does being on the stage excite you and seem like an opportunity
And do you feel amazingly confident in front of the lens?
Ever thought what it would be like for those
Who can't even be a part of the audience?
Have you ever meditated in the morning
Or tried to spend some time in the quiet?
Those EDMs may seem appealing in the concerts,
Ever tried the taste of Beethoven's Sonata Moonlight?
Did you ever engage in a fight and win
Or got a chance to inflict some pain?
Atleast you never had to absorb your anger
And use your diary at your home to drain.
You have never tried to question life,
Never did you try to explore your brain,
Too absorbed in the reality you seem to be,
Trust me, the fantasy of your own mind is truly insane.
Fiction is beautiful and divine
And much more pleasant than reality,
What could be more amazing than the power
To control and be whatever you want to be.
Yeah we are indeed those introverts
Welcome to our world, my dear
Shh, now please be quiet
Minds are at work here
©sehgalvedant -
sehgalvedant
123w
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Been a long time since I wrote something, hope you like it. Maybe the lack of practice is evident, but I'm hoping to get back on track.
This is just another chain of dark thoughts crossing my mind, considering the present war situations between different countries. I wish everything gets back to normal. Have a read, hope you like it!
@mirakee @writersnetwork
#mirakee #writersnetwork #podS U R V I V O R
With seering pain and crippled eyes,
I wake reluctantly on the liquid ground
Just to get a glimpse of the lightning skies
And the horrors of the macabre bloodshed around
Waking on this corpse filled road,
Shall I sing a ballad of my own
A land I once trusted for a living
Withers away beneath the flesh and bone
Crimson blood oozing out
Of forlorn scars embellishing the skin,
Trickles down the crooked ground;
Mementos of the demolished kin
Never did I dream of ravenous ravens
Nor did I wish to expose these hideous fiends
From reality to paper, I painted my thoughts
Blood red, fiery yellow became the canvas of mine
Land of science that once hoped
Of artificial minds and cheerful days,
Begs for a cell to evolve
For the birth of a new race
A lonely me gets to taste the doom,
A filthy me gets to rule this shattered home,
What am I, the Solitary Reaper of the farm
Or the Khaleesi from Game of Thrones
Just the tiny bits of flesh I procure
Force me to renounce my faith,
The tangerine sky soars high above
While the red decorates the surface
Wherever I turn, the stench of blood catches me
And my pondering mind takes a fall
Am I blessed to be the only survivor
Or am I surviving the worst fate of all?!
©sehgalvedant -
sehgalvedant
136w
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October is one of the most enchanting months in India.
From the Navratras to Diwali, the chain of festivals give the nature a different allure. It's neither too cold, nor too hot; it's a perfectly pleasant weather. The wind starts to blow a little bit and everything seems to be surreal.
And how can one forget the lovely powerful fragrance of Raat Ki Rani flower (Night-Jasmine)
I get a different feeling in this month which makes October very close to my heart. As a result, I wrote this
#mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts
@mirakee @writersnetworkOCTOBER
A little cold blends in the air
As the zephyr brushes past my merry hair
Scented flowers puff a cloud of glee
Ahoy! Nature's got a sense of tranquility
The grass is greener, even on the other side
The tree discovers it's branches got wide
The wind blows across the patio as I drink my wine
Somewhere the players sigh; their shuttlecock's no longer in line
Autumn or spring, all envy the weather
Even the insects understand, nothing can be better
A pleasant sky above; crumbling leaves below
Fireflies got a greener room to glow
The cold morning is what the paper guys hate
My door knows the newspaper's gonna be late
My frappes turn into hot coffee and tea
The blankets and water heaters suddenly start to suit me
Festivals start to spread their allure
I see my friends and family more than before
The flames sparkle brighter than the stars
The wind's whistles are more mellifluous than the guitars
The beauty enchants me as I lay under the dark night
The stars dazzle around the faint moonlight
The Night-Jasmine gets stronger than ever
The fragrance makes an hour seem like forever
There's a certain pleasure, even though my nose gets sore
October just tapped on my summer door
A feeling I get, I can't describe
I fell in love at first sight
©sehgalvedant -
sehgalvedant
149w
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Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder
~John Keats
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@mirakee @writersnetworkTHE EXQUISITE DARKNESS
Down the sun went when the hour arrived
Across the horizon; sprinkling cries
Triggered waves on the bed beneath
Till the surface scattered the moonlight
A million little stars did shine
Twinkling conversations, seemingly clandestine
With a large sphere in between, all white
Complementing the resplendent design
Gases disembodied with each star's fall
Wishes rested upon the shoulders of the ball
Saw the most alluring scene before melting
A little hopeful smile on the face of a doll
Explosives inherited the space above
Vivid nebulas reproduced assorted curves
And filled the voids with divine hues
Till the black hole got on their nerves
Galaxies narrated the entangled stories
Of sparkling formations and lethal theories
Each glistening dot connected to the other
And the constellations announced their glory
In the middle, the moon brightened
The stars dazzled, the sky enlightened
The fields and the waters rejuvenated
Whilst the graveyard guard got frightened
My eyes turned weary and the night got colder
I got off the roof and glanced beside my shoulder
The night sky had a charm of its own
And I, perhaps, got the eyes of the beholder
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sehgalvedant
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One day I realized, I was never alone. A friend was always there, giving subtle help.
How?
By making my life run smoothly over the hurdles of my self proclaimed fears
#mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts #shadows #delusion
@mirakee @writersnetworkS H A D O W S
Everyday it happens, I squeeze out from their soul, at the dawn, like they are my constants - the humans, animals and almost anything that extends from the Mariana Trench to the damned atmosphere.
Perhaps that's why they feel rejuvenated at sunrise. I rise and rise, extracting each ounce of darkness from their body, till their sack of anxiety is all mine.
I have witnessed everything, literally everything. From the beauty of the other side to the absurdity of these homo-sapiens, I have seen the works of their delusional minds to the misconceptions of their ambivalent emotions.
But atleast I am loyal, sticking with them in their times of melancholy, unlike their own.
The best part: I rule.
I am the only darkness they cannot drive away, the inevitable lord; makes me rather complacent about my narcissistic personality.
Not that I am entirely different from the human beings, we share a lot in common.
We both share the common experience of darkness. Humans, as I see, are surrounded by the darkness all the time, having lost the golden aura they once had, lost it to the inanimate objects, making themselves materialistic, making themselves crave for drops of pleasure.
Also, neither I, nor they, can breathe underwater. The fishes have lost a companion like me, their bad. But I still exist, faded, vague, yet ironically glorious.
I don't know how to move on with life, maybe because my life is attached to the matter and light. Hopefully someone will learn from me someday, that to exist in an elongated successful life, you have to stay in the light of happiness, whilst staying in your own shoes, stuck to the ground and never disrespecting your foundation.
Just to clear the feeling of malaise in the air, let me make it clear - I am immortal. Just a bit afraid of the dark.
But that's the beauty of darkness, it can either consume you just by amplifying your own handmade fears, or it can embrace you like no other friend.
In my case, it's the former.
So when the night approaches, I dissolve in it, along with your sack of anxiety and agony, blasting into the vast universe.
Perhaps that's why they say, time heals all wounds. Sadly mistaken.
©Vedant Sehgal -
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sehgalvedant
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One day I realized
I am suppressed between the quantum and space
Something science can't explain
Somewhere universe doesn't find directions
#soul #mirakee #pod #writersnetwork #ceesreposts
@mirakee @writersnetworkELECTRONS DON'T LIE
In the tempest of the spheres
Be it ours or be it theirs
All were born as a family once
Naked souls as the beloved sons
Lands built of a festive life
None innate envies thrive
But a mind capable of tricks
Foundations destroying their own bricks
Yet bound to the same core
No escaping Newton or Bohr
A million little sacrifices helped us flourish
Nonetheless, we strive for a soul to nourish
And thus one day, we extended our arms
Hid our intentions behind facial charms
Began to exploit the neighbour's resources
Watched the rivers change their courses
Ran away from our own bloodlines,
Tried finding peace in others' sunshine
And maybe, attached to a soul or two
Ended up homeless out of the blue
On the lands of ours, we defied each other
Among the traitors, we searched our brother
Got burned where no one could hear our cry
Helplessly saw each of our ashes fly
But later we realized our corrupt fate
And when nature responded, it was too late
The fusions and fissions designed our sphere
A drop of affection was to be found nowhere
And then a realization dawned upon us all
At the end, it's only love that stands tall
Electrons were never born to lie
It were mental circumstances that didn't abide by
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sehgalvedant
165w
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10 things I am good at :
1) NOT studying and getting distracted (Trust me, I am really very good at this).
2) Watching Friends and Impractical Jokers again and again and listening to music all day long.
3) Not taking a bath early morning and only taking in the evening (This is in general so don't think of me as a dirty guy ��).
4) Thinking I am a guy blessed with some cool supernatural powers like seeing the future, lifting stuff with psychic voltage, and as a result being lost in my own world of supernatural fantasies (Yeah, this is a sick one).
5) Suppressing my desires to read and write just to give time to the stupidity PCM beholds.
6) Eating and cooking is my all time favorite pastime, and yeah, I can cook pretty well, and also can eat anything except homemade green veggies.
7) Getting scolded by my mom on petty issues (Punjabi moms, you know!).
8) Watching horror in complete darkness and as a result being afraid of sleeping alone in my room at night.
9) Irritating my younger sister for no apparent reason (That's the best and very pleasing at times)
10) Messing around with everyone like ringing doorbells and running away, etc.
Although the above content is absolutely true, yet if it hurts someone in any way, then I am sorry. This is intended only for fun purpose.
@fireblast_ Totally loved it!
#10thingsimgoodat10 things I am good at
- Vedant Sehgal -
sehgalvedant
166w
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#pod #writersnetwork #mirakee #ceesreposts #portrait #escape @mirakee @writersnetwork
Yeah, it burnt -
Holes?
Naah! Too small for itC A N V A S E S A N D H U E S
Hard is it to describe what I see
Languages are all Greek to me
Artwork mine, seems peculiarly futile
Just metaphors, etched across the aisle
The white has grown colourful commotions
A wait to explore my wretched emotions
Blurting paint, my brush goes on
I get a glimpse of the dawning dawn
When dusk strikes, I dust away
The killer whale's jumping across the bay
The sun takes a sip from my wine
The cold sends a chill down my spine
Now I see the world inside out
My ashes fertilize a spiteful sprout
The rugged surface is chanting glory
My palette whispers my untold story
Waves tremble under the wrath of the weather
When birds of a feather, flock together
A change, murmur the pebbles underneath
The adamant neurons are fighting beneath
Ecstatic strokes give a lethal embrace
Nominal shades reveal a surreal disgrace
My spine begs for a meek support
My anarchic muscles choose not to vote
My beating heart is lost in a terrible state
The afflictions have discovered a terrific mate
Each curve directs me to a shattered home
Each mark leads to a demolished Rome
With escaping breaths, I immortalize my art
I hunt for an end, yet arrive at the start
Enduring the iniquity, I portray the blues
The fallen canvases, the native hues
©Vedant Sehgal
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oldschoolkid_rj
13w
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Stars are meant to shine. If someone dims your light in any way find a new universe.
@maiatamarain
Thankyou for your approval Mr miraquill and Mr WN!
More power to you all!!A Cluster of Stars
Curses spit out in words of rage.
Casts love into blackened grief.
Shatters sweet dreams like mirrors.
Absconds trust away as a thief.
My soul needs to find solace.
It smothers in this toxic, rancid air.
So, nestle me in a cluster of stars.
Let me grant wishes from there.
No use for this pretentious earth.
The tragic dramas that it plays.
Stages of actors on revolving sets.
Rehearsing their deceitful ways.
Create diamonds from my stardust.
Set them deep into Saturn's rings.
Fly my soul far out past the moon.
Untangle the past from these strings.
I want to watch the knots unravel.
Stretch taut then shoot like stars.
Race comets that burst into forever.
Take me far from where you are.
Ride out the violent speed of life.
Shake me free as its red flags unfurl.
Cut all the ties that bind me here.
Burn every bridge to this world
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baddiexmegh
16w
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dont ask me what this is cuz it was written bawling my eyes out right after an anxiety attack. sorry, not sorry.idk what this is
Maybe it’s me or maybe it’s how the circumstances are somehow or maybe it’s the lack of understanding or maybe we were a losing game. Among so many maybes, the course of events might be starkly contrasting. The ending, however, seems to be the same – me on my knees, neck-deep in guilt, drowning in the thunderstorms plaguing my brain. I am not talking of the bittersweet romance that almost every writer seems to obsess over and I do too, most of the time. Because centuries have flit past us humans, namely the most intelligent of the creatures to have roamed this planet and yet, we seem to surrender ourselves to just one feeling – love. We crave for it, yearn for it and it breaks out hearts when we don’t seem to see ourselves fit to deserve it. Today, unlike the other days, love is surprisingly the last thought in the rollercoaster streaming through the neurons of my complex brain. It is on the rare days of life that I sit in front of my laptop, turning through each one of my fluttering wild emotions and manage to belch it all into some hazy literature I wouldn’t consider worthy.
I have a few things I would like to confess before I let it consume me and lead into an anxiety rush like every other time where the world turns blurry and I get myself drunk by feeding myself some petty lies and letting myself break down in the middle of the night just to wake up the next day and claim everything is okay. Not gonna lie, I am gonna do that this time too but in my conscious effort to possibly understand myself, I chose to type it all down. When I find myself trying so hard to please every one around me, losing myself, adjusting myself by tearing apart my personality, I expected you to give me a hug and tell me its okay to do what I wanted to once in a while. I wanted you to at least acknowledge the fact that I do care or atleast not say what you’d said that day. Because now I have started to believe I am a self-centered duffer who always gets what she wants, no matter the consequences. Maybe that is true, but trust me, it hits you straight in the chest when you deem yourself to be that low.
When I was making excuses almost every day to skip college, getting scared to go out alone, barely getting any sleep, I wanted you to ask me what was wrong. You did take me to a clinic to get my migraines sorted but, what of the heart that races every time I find myself among people, what of the head that never shuts up, what of the breakdowns I have every now and then, sobbing alone on the bathroom floor? I want to be okay and all I feel is the opposite. When I threw a tantrum every time I wanted to go out, you should have just said, “take care and be back home by 8”, you should have noticed how my whole face lit up the few times you had managed to send me out with friends. Did you not want me to be that happy all the time?
You ask me to find myself but within the boundaries of my own home and even within those walls, every other one of my desire is curbed, labelled stupid and weird. I tried so hard to feel home but I never manage to do. Instead, I feel chained, like I have to selectively choose my characteristics so I don’t disappoint you. I try so hard to not do that but I end up doing that every time, don’t I? Maybe these issues are trivial, maybe they are silly and nonsensical. But, to me, they were like knives within my chest, always hurting. To me, they mattered. Especially when I was losing control over myself, especially when im the phase of life where we are meant to have boundless fun, especially when I was hurting and none of you knew, none of you helped. I am not trying to play the blame game and I don’t blame you, mom and dad. Like I said, maybe its me or maybe this was how it was meant to be. I don’t know what I expect from you or myself right now because to me, it seems I am ready to give up small and big causes of every ounce of my happiness for you and I hope when time comes, you would put my happiness above everything else in the world. If and when that day comes, and I am not your first choice, that will be the day I would finally lose myself wholly. Until then, I will hold on, no matter how hard it gets. Until then you will never know how hard it is for me to get through each day because to me, you still are the best I could ever ask for.
To me, your happiness still means the most, even more than any person who maybe makes me happier than you guys did. To me, you will always be the first priority and I will always be grateful for every single thing you did to care for me, especially when I might have been a disappointment. Trust me, I try not to be, I do.
©meghana27 -
baddiexmegh
56w
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We never learn, do we? Because even now I hope that one day, he'd love me like I love him.
s c r a w l
We often find ourselves romanticizing things which are far worse than whatever half truth that messily scrawled poems or depictions can ever convey. Anxiety is more than steering clear of crowds and biting your lip when you feel at edge. It is hours of unreasonable thinking, ugly crying in your room, underneath the cover of your blanket. It is hating yourself for wanting so much reassurance that it portrays a lack of trust that you hold within you when in reality, you just feel unworthy and wary if things go too well for a while. Anxiety is getting your heart rate spiked up whenever you have to go out all by yourself and the fear of judgement pushes you down with such a force that you bow down and curl back onto your couch, feeling like a loser. It is having thoughts barking so loud within your head that makes you feel like feeling nothing is better than feeling at all.
Loving someone can get heavy. It can painful. It can crush you every second of the day and yet, you tell yourself what's life without a little suffering. When you love him from afar and he is like a splinter lodged into your heart. One wrong move and you're pushed down the hundreds of steps you spent half of your life climbling. At one point it gets so tough to stop the tears rolling out of eyes every other night that you just want to free yourself. You try so hard to wipe out whatever memories you have of him, how you love his smile and the way he looks at you as if you're the only person in his world. Despite knowing that you're not, a hope fluttering within you kills you over and over again and you let it, all because you don't want to lose him. All because you hope that one day he will see you as more than just a crazy sweet girl who is always around. You know better than to believe in that. You've always hated math but in this case you know for sure that the probability of your success is way closer to zero than it is to one. You now claw at your heart every other day, wanting to dig him outta your chest and all you end up with is bloodied fingers and a throbbing pain all over you.
You smile as you write all of this in a page you would probably throw away, far from anyone's reach. You crave for freedom from every curveball life has been putting you through. What you are attempting is as complex as walking around with your throat full of pebbles and trying not to choke. The thing is, no one can ever figure out how to surf when the waves are way too tumultuous and you need not. All we need is to keep ourselves afloat. You never can tame the sea but you can eventually learn to swim.
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pbwrites101
61w
Read MoreHuman expressions particularly address the possibility of tasteful experience. A tasteful encounter is one in which your faculties are working at their pinnacle when we are available in the current moment when we're resounding with the fervor of this thing that we are facing when we are completely alive.Writing encourages us make craftsmanship out of regular, normal moments.We write to find meaning. We write to discover new people ,to built new connection with them. Truth be told,I write to search for that reason of my existence as it's quite clear that life is never made terrible by conditions, yet simply by absence of importance and reason.
Consistently, when we write we are making something. And afterward, with the snap of catch, we can impart it to the world.Humans have an implicit need to positively influence the world. We need to rejuvenate new things, to form things into the picture we have in our minds, to curb the earth.
If I am being straightforward, i would concur that it is ideal to live for eternity. However, on the off chance that we can't live everlastingly genuinely, for what reason can't our memory live for eternity? This what i think when i write.
To all the people out there keep writing..and share your ideas and your experiences.And thanks to "MIRAKEE" for giving me this platform to write.
#keepwriting #sharethehappiness #share the love
#mirakee #miraquill #writersnetwork @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork @sehgalvedant @writerstolliPoetry day
In search of myself...with healing power of pen...
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pbwrites101
64w
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The feeling of not being picked by somebody you need is a crappy inclination, it harms our hearts, it wounds our personalities, it makes us question that we aren't attractive by any means. Let's face it. Not being picked harms. Particularly when you're not picked by somebody you picked, somebody you saw a future with, somebody with whom you accepted to have a truly solid association.
We've all accomplished not being picked by somebody we needed. Perhaps they didn't need a relationship. Perhaps they were a truly gifted player who made them accept for a period that they needed us, just to confuse us. Whatever the purpose behind them not picking us, we traversed it. We licked our injuries, we recuperated, and we proceeded onward.
Yet, what's more regrettable than not being picked for the above reasons, isn't being picked in light of the fact that they picked another person. What's more, damn… that opens up a totally different ton of pain and uncertainty. That is something that regardless of how certain I am, or how hard I continually run after confidence, another person being picked over me makes me question such a great amount about myself. It makes me question all that I know. It shows up, my character, my humor and if in some cases I go too far excessively far. It makes me overanalyze exactly how we're being decided by expected accomplices, which makes me give little credit to what exactly truly matters… the strength of the association. It makes me question my judgment, the manner in which I get circumstances, and how I highly on fault in understanding individuals.
And this is the place where we battle. We battle with the obscure. We battle with the why. We battle with the unexplainable. With the way that regardless of the amount we think we know, how instinctive we think we will be, we battle in light of the fact that there is consistently the opportunity that we can be caught unaware, particularly infatuated. We need to surrender control of what it is we think we know, of what it is we think we comprehend.
Since toward the day's end, regardless of how insightful we trust ourselves to be or the amount we think we think about connections, we won't ever have any screwing thought with regards to why individuals settle on the decisions they make. We won't ever truly know or comprehend why they don't pick us even after we've given such a large amount of ourselves to them, regardless of how secure we were figuring they would. In any case, perhaps shouldn't have the foggiest idea about these things. Possibly we should simply accept them as learning encounters and life exercises whose reason for existing is to help us develop, love ourselves, and not base our value on whether individuals pick us.
So how about we put in more effort to relinquish the deep yearning to know why. We should attempt to relinquish what isn't intended to be. Attempt to genuinely and intellectually let go of we can't handle and recall that the solitary thing we can really control is ourselves, our activities, and our decisions.
#mirakee #rant #rejection #love #hate #onesidedlove
@mirakee @the_writress_ @shareyourfeeling @sehgalvedant @mausiqii_ @writersnetworkSomething i want to say for a longtime just bear with me ...
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Midnight woes
There are days which seem soft like velvet, which pass on as easily as a gust of wind on a sunny day. Where smiling doesn't seem too far-fetched and where people do not stand tall against you, adding up to your storm of anxiety. Goldfishes in the glass globe of your desk wade through the blues almost as if they were flying and a smile crosses your face, your eyes glinting with tranquility. Your frail frame seems airy as you walk through a bustling crowd of people and smile at a plump old lady who reminds you of your grandmother. Your pearly whites never duck back into the curtains of gloom and a learned stillness envelopes your skin.
And there are days which are slow. You feel icky as you have snails crawling across your neck. Days which seem repetitive are very difficult to pull through without falling apart like jenga everytime your shaky fingers pull out a stitch of a wound too raw to be touched. Days where you want to feel nothing but feel so much burning agony in your chest that you just wanna give up. Where the thunder seems to crack your sky open and when the blade cutting your skin doesn't dull the ache in your bones. Your heart feels like it is being pierced by a thousand needles all at once and you crumble as every word people say makes you feel like a burden, an unwanted weight in this lonely world.
Every other day you collapse into a panic room, holding down the yellow kites from sauntering away from you, towards the shining sun. You spend your time standing by the grave of buried past, greedily inhaling lungfuls of life, hoping the ground doesn't crack open. Hoping it doesn't swallow you whole.
©meghana27 -
coldplaydreams
74w
It hurts when I am full of words and still silence is all I speak.
It hurts when I am full of light yet darkness is all I offer.
-D -
And when I'm gone,
Remember me as the thought
That sprung a smile on your lips
Before making you cry.
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jeelpatel
75w
Pressure
Talks in trousers, under streetlights, sunlights
Poetries midst park trees, sing friends loudly
"Hands and shoulders, in failures and cries"
Run in the circles, identify face at the end dot
Changes, faithless visitor in happy venues
You, unaware of, shades of time and poetries
Eerie contact lenses, on orbs of brave blinds
Wide awake yet dancing in dark, knowingly
Don't help 'em, to get trapped, sue sympathy
For, red of danger under black of pretentious
Roads are curvy, corners of shelter unknown
Count steps, detect sound of footprints of 'em
You, hurricane of emotions, naïve yet brilliant
Metro station is your heart, greets, goodbyes
Bones get chills, screams lock unpainted lips
Never repeat this show, to unreliable talkers
Words, powerful weapon, people play with
Dare you to get played again, this winter too
Let go, lose the grip, create pressure in breath
For,comfort will kill you, not today but morrow
Tables turn gradually in my town, trust me
Temporary is an illusion, you often get lost in
Disturb daily patterns, face reality carefully
You, familiar with truth deep inside mysteries
©jeelpatel -
odysseus
82w
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The angel came
with some missing fragments of
my broken heart.
One by one,
she set them back in
their right place.
Letting out a
a radiant smile, she sang
a soulful tune.
My heart began
beaming with the glow of
a thousand suns.
With her soft
caresses, she breathed life into
my inanimate quill.
Image credit - rightful owner
@mirakee @writersnetwork #collom_lune #collomlune #writingcontest #creativearenaLetting out a
a radiant smile, she sang
a soulful tune.
My heart began
beaming with the glow of
a thousand suns.
With her soft
caresses, she breathed life into
my inanimate quill.
©odysseus
