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  • sylvia_plath 6w

    I wish if i couldn't remember you
    But this rain won't allow
    (മഴ സമ്മയിക്കൂല��)

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    Rain is pain

    If you are away

  • sylvia_plath 12w

    My happy hormone ����

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    I found the apt word
    To define you


  • sylvia_plath 14w

    I love the air castle where
    we are always together❤️

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    നീ എൻ്റേതല്ലാത്ത
    ഞാൻ നിൻ്റേതാകുന്ന

  • sylvia_plath 17w

    I want my full moon back��

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    No matter

    How many stars are
    There in the sky,
    If moon is away
    The sky is deficient

  • sylvia_plath 17w

    Miss them as well��

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    I love the way

    My eyes used to
    Shine those days

  • sylvia_plath 19w

    One day a witch who had a half burnt face and wounds in her body, herself wrapped in a black blanket with a pointed hat was walking through a lonely road. Suddenly a sacred rain fell over her , a storm took away her blanket and hat.
    What a magic!
    Her wounds began to heal by it's own. Then she read the tarots.
    "Someone from the past is coming back, it will bring you abundance, the only thing you need to do is love yourself.. your future is bright".
    Is tarots making her an optimist again?
    Somehow she began to nurture herself.. her wounds and burns healed almost fully. Her skin became smooth, grey hair turned black.. and now she became the pretty old Cinderella.
    Then she met him, page of wands.
    She was his queen of pentacles once.
    The witch became younger and charming as in the past. The overflow of dopamine in her blood made her a little angel.
    But he can't stay. He must go, for his empress.
    "Be with me, atleast for now".
    How can he ignore that?
    Some of the wounds and burns were made by him, although he loved her.. The best way for an atonement.
    She started living, she laughed in real.
    It's time to go.
    Things are getting changed. Her skin got stretched again.
    "Try thinking not going back"
    Polite request couldn't change him.
    Now, It's time for a seduction. She offered him an 'untouched sculpture'.
    But he can't stay!
    Her voice isn't sweet anymore.
    "Please don't abandon me.. I beg you."
    She fell on her knees and touched his feets.
    Sentiments too didn't work.
    He must go.
    She is getting transformed.
    She will be the same old witch if she get the blanket and hat back.
    She knew , she will be the cruel witch again.
    "I am moving on.. please don't curse me".
    She said cold hearted.

    "Hey you, what happened to you? Be Cinderella, the real you"

    "Real me?"
    I have a lot of me inside, don't know which one you mean.
    "The compassionate one?"
    "The selfless one?"
    "The nurturing one?"
    "The honest one?"
    You have only seen these. But there is
    "The uncompassionate , selfish, disastrous, deceitful and devious one."
    "I wish you don't see that".
    I am not an angel my dear, please don't curse me ... I want to show you my good face only...
    So please, let me go before you do.

    Her talks provoked him a bit.
    "Oh, you are taking advantage of my favour?"
    I shouldn't have stayed, I swear.
    He took his wands and touched her wounds so rude. He chanted some rude mantras.

    "Don't do, my tears might burn you".
    I know I am making you uncomfortable.. Thank you so much for the good time you spent with me, thanks for the favour.. I am moving on.. Even my thoughts won't disturb you again, wish you all the happiness and prosperity in future.

    She walked away slowly.
    There is a witch in every human ; in other words, we are all humans basically��. His rude chantings started reconstructing the human in her. Gentle man! The emperor who never cheated his empress. All men aren't the same.

    She climbed up a mountain and turned the hermit mode on.

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    The Witch & The Man



  • sylvia_plath 56w

    This account will be dormant for a short period of you all.......

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    Taking a break
    Thanks for
    All Love

  • sylvia_plath 57w

    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.

  • sylvia_plath 57w


    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

  • sylvia_plath 57w

    _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.

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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 ജീവച്ഛവത്തിനെ നിങ്ങൾക്ക് കാണാം.

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