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  • writesmahe 25w

    Nothing heals overnight.

    Heart !
    Relationships !
    Health !

    Just wait !!

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 25w

    Sometimes it feels easier
    to open up to a stranger
    'cause deep down you know
    that you don't care about
    their opinion.

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    Strangers

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 31w

    If it's wrong, it's wrong .
    If they hurt, they hurt.
    There's no hidden love or
    veiled friendship
    underneath the toxicity.

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    Toxic

    When you defend another person
    to your inner self,
    realize that it's toxic.

    Get out of it, Now!

    Live !

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 31w

    Secrets

    The moon,
    The pillow,
    The conscience.

    They know !
    They always know!


    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 32w

    Rosa , my family named me.
    Rose , thy people called me.
    Everything that was red
    died in comparison next to me.

    I was the brightest of reds
    and the prettiest of them all.
    I was a symbol of love
    and easy to recall.

    A man was selling me,
    along with others from the ground.
    Another man bought me,
    ignoring everyone else around.

    He put me in the table,
    along with a chocolate & a box.
    He was nervous I sensed,
    whispering in a very low vox.

    A woman smiled on seeing me,
    and had tears in her eyes.
    I was happy to meet her too,
    and shed the water from my skin.

    She ate that chocolate ,
    and threw the gift box out.
    But she loved me a lot
    so she saved me in a book.

    I didn't like the paper smell,
    nor the way they crushed me.
    But I didn't care for anything,
    for I knew she loved me.

    One day she opened the book,
    again with tears in her eyes.
    I couldn't shed any water,
    because I was all dry.

    She took me in her hand,
    and threw me in the ground.
    She squeezed me until I died,
    shedding all the petals around.

    While I was dying in pain
    I knew I was an orphan.
    For she didn't love me ,
    she just loved that man !

    #wod #autobiography @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

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    A Red Rose

    While I was dying in pain
    I knew I was an orphan,
    'cause she didn't love me,
    she just loved that man !

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 32w

    I step out of the house
    to look at the sky
    full of dark clouds
    waiting to roar and rain.

    A streak of bright light
    glows amongst the darkness
    with a sound so monstrous
    pours with mercifulness.

    The sky is clearing
    and sun is shining.
    Appears an arch so beautiful,
    always looking so colorful.

    The world outside
    has come out
    of the darkness.
    But my world inside
    is still struggling to
    crush it out.

    She's the rain in my life,
    and that sharp lightning streak.
    My vociferous thunder,
    my graceful rainbow !

    There's anger inside me,
    but there's also love.
    I'll fight it with my all,
    to bring my rainbow back !

    #wod #rainbow @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

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    The Rainbow Within !

    She's the rain in my life,
    and that sharp lightning streak.

    My vociferous thunder,
    my graceful rainbow!

    There's anger inside me,
    but there's also love.

    I'll fight it with my all,
    to bring my rainbow back !

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 32w

    They all had a cycle,
    and wore nice bright shoes.
    They had really expensive bags.
    and their clothes are always fresh.
    They came to the school in the car,
    and always get what they want.

    He walked to the school,
    wearing his old clothes.
    He took a hand-me-down bag,
    and wore very cheap shoes.
    He never gets what he wants,
    and only gets what was available.

    Nobody knew the child's far cry,
    neither did he want them to know.
    He didn't know what to do,
    but he was determined to do something.
    He knows money isn't everything,
    but wonders why it's in every thing.

    ©writesmahe

    #wod #farcry @mirakee @mirakeeworld @writersnetwork

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    A Poor Child

    He knows money isn't everything,
    but wonders why it's in every thing.

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 33w

    Who designed life this way,
    that I will not know what I'll be doing next year,
    but I'd be regretting something I did or did not do a decade ago?

    Who decided that I should live this life
    this way , while I have thousands of unattainable dreams ?

    Who is responsible for making me feel responsible and accountable and guilty, for that things that wouldn't really matter if I was rich or powerful?

    Who made the rule that I will be always running from one thing to another believing it's the better next step ?

    Who wrote what is progress ?

    Who established what is success ?

    Why can't you and I control what's going on in our own lives?

    Whom are we to blame ?

    #thoughts @writersnetwork @mirakeeworld

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    Blame

    Why can't you and I control
    what's going on in our own lives ?

    Whom are we to blame?

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 33w

    Friday
    June 11, 2021

    A disturbed sleep all night long.
    Something I missed at work disrupts my peace continuously and doesn't let me sleep. Subconscious is a background process that runs 24/7.
    I'm thinking if the issue can be solved or if it's going to create a big fuss at work. I open my eyes and the sun is already here.
    It's 7 o'clock.
    My brain orders me to get up at once, switch on the damn laptop, and fix the issue.
    But my body doesn't listen. It's lazy and it wants to sleep more.
    My two personalities are arguing with each other for a long time, sensing that it's a never ending argument, I interfere and get up from the bed.

    Morning coffee , the popular thought is that this coffee would make you active.
    I'm thinking whether I'm a morning person or a night owl and I decide I'm neither, as I sip on the coffee. Yes, people like us do exist.

    I switch on my laptop. As I analyse I figure out there's no mistake and I've lost sleep for no reason.
    I'm thinking about what an idiot I've been. I'm grumpy and cranky , and angry at myself for losing sleep.

    I tell myself that I should have a work life balance but I don't think I'll listen to me.

    During the short break times I check the mobile. Messages. Mails. News.
    NEWS. 9/10 news are depressing. Some thousands of people have died throughout the country. Some new disease in Canada , people have died for the same. This , that and finally, Lockdown extends !!!

    None of my inner personalities are happy about it, they are all shouting unanimously and it's tough for me to control them. I get back to work and move on the news.

    After work , this small sense of happiness comes to me that I'm free until 9 o'clock Monday morning.
    So I decide to watch a movie, eat what I like, chat with my fellow survivors and before I know, I'm back to bed.

    Every day in the lockdown goes like this and everyday I think to myself when all of this will end.
    When will the world be normal again? What if this is how it's going to be always?

    But, since childhood I've been taught not to lose hope even when everything else is lost.
    So I carry the hope , like the million other people in the world, that all of this will be over someday , that the world will become normal again.
    I doze off with the hope and a huge breath of relief.

    @writesmahe

    #wod #lockdown @mirakee @writersnetwork

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    Since childhood I've been taught not to lose hope even when everything else is lost.

    So I carry the hope ,
    like the million other people in the world, that all of this will be over someday,
    that the world will become normal again.
    I doze off with that hope
    and a huge breath of relief.

    ©writesmahe

  • writesmahe 33w

    To relationships,

    Without you I'm no one.
    I would have not been a daughter,
    so naughty, loving and adamant.
    I would have not been a friend,
    so supportive, fun and caring.
    I would have not been a sister,
    so cautious, jealous yet secure.
    I would have not been a lover,
    so thoughtful, reciprocative and respectful.
    I would have not been a wife,
    so strong, faithful and benevolent.
    I would have not been a mother,
    so affectionate, proud and strict.
    I would have not been an employee,
    so capable, earning and independent.
    I would have not been a customer,
    so happy, doubtful and appreciative.
    I would have not been a traveller,
    so admiring, relishing and tired.
    I would have not been an artist,
    so colorful, talented and gifted.
    I would have not been a writer,
    so creative, emotional and visionary.


    I'm thankful to you,
    for bringing in everything
    at the other end of these titles
    into my life.
    For letting me know them,
    be them , love them.

    Are you life?
    I think you are.

    Forever grateful,
    ©writesmahe