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Channel Posts
Repost from Unheard her!
When I love,
I love deeply.
It scared him,
The intensity—
And hence, he left.
| 2 | मैंने गुस्सा करना नहीं,
बल्कि पीना सीखा है।
मेरा लाल लहु क्रोध की
कोई मधुशाला जान पड़ता है।
बरसों से बटोरती आ रही हूँ
इस ज्वाला को, अब यही मुझे
जलाकर भस्म कर देने को आतुर है।
मैंने छोह रूपी इल्ली को
अपने स्तनों में ठहरने का स्थान दिया,
कोमल हाथों में पत्तों-सी पनाह दी,
खुद की खाल कुरेद कर
इसे बैठने को एक घर दिया।
तापमान बढ़ता गया,
ग्रीष्मलहर भी आ गई;
गुस्सा गरम मोम की तरह
पिघलता गया
और मैं जलती रही,
सिसक भी ना सकी
आँसू छलकाना कमजोरी समझती रही।
नादानपन से ही मेरे भीगे नयनों की कीमत
किसी कौड़ी से भी कम थी,
मुझे रोना फिर भी लाजमी ना लगा।
मैं बिखरती गई,
दिन ढलता गया
अन्दर ही अन्दर
बांध टूटते मुझे गए;
मैं फिर भी बेहद हठी,
मैं ठहरी एक मामूर मामूली-सी स्त्री
थोड़ी चोट खाने से क्या ही होगा?
औरत हूँ ना, जहर भी पी लूँ तो क्या कुछ होगा ?
कैलेन्डर बदलते गए,
क्रूरता बढ़ती गई।
इल्ली अब ककून में तब्दील हो
मेरी श्वास-नली में आ अड़ी है,
कंकर-सी कठोर ।
मेरी साँसें अटकने लगी हैं-
इस बेहया ने मेरे बदहाल बदन
को नोचने से पहले सोचा तक नहीं,
मैं ही बावरी बन बैठी रही,
जहर पीती रही,
वो रिश्ते बचाने को,
जिनका आज कोई मोल नहीं।
#hindi #Mishtiwrites #wrath | 100 |
| 3 | 1 June, 2025
Dear mom,
I see your patience running thin and your suppressed wrath peaking out. Mom, please. I know that I am just a child but yours. So, please come to me like I never could- with raw wounds, with blood red wrath and with all your defeats painted in alabaster. I love you!
#Mishtiwrites #letterstomom | 111 |
| 4 | Poetry belongs to the unbelonged.
Poetry belongs to the feelings unsaid,
Lovers adorned with amber affection and
Loners lingering in the lonely no moon nights.
To every pearl that the welkin loses,
To every observer and their muses,
To each crown and a lot of bruises,
To the deep dirty crimson that oozes,
To apathy, abolishment, abhor, abuse,
And barbarism that the human brews.
Where emotions turn into realms,
Larger than the domains of times,
And depth overpowers the spaces,
Poetry is born, and there it thrives.
#poetry #Mishtiwrites | 115 |
| 5 | The Mirror and You
Days pass in a spun-out frenzy,
Your face holds that tender smile,
That compelling curve over your
Silken lips, a beacon of olive hope
Throughout the long sombre day.
But the facade fades from the
Sneaking of the dainty moonlight
Your room with such elastic ease,
With the intent to see you real raw,
Unbiased, unfazed o unexpectant.
You see it in the mirror, how your
Smile drops the moment you let
Your blurred emotions free and
How your russet orbs now seem
To only whisper of dark dark woe.
Sadness sits in your iris, her home.
Wrath breaks things within you,
Your breasts feel its fervency.
Injustice, vengeance, betrayal,
And violence flumps on your bones,
Cumbersome and unshakeable.
But so does the sanguinity swim
In your tender lymph. The grace,
The generosity, the giddy kid's
Smile when they see you, and
The green green plants in your
Little garden bubble joy and
Faint hope in your pristine blood.
Your skin sheds, you unstitch your
Wounds and pat languid love, slowly.
You see it, at the midnight hour,
Like nobody ever would, only you,
The real raw truth beyond flesh.
#mirror #her #night | 107 |
| 6 | Defeat in her eyes,
On and on she cries.
Once rosy cheeks,
Stained with creeks.
Sulken undereyes,
A testament of the
Tough dark nights.
The same eyes smear
With too much pain
Now, for a kid to bear.
An academic failure,
Just one, but it kills
Her, shatters her.
Questions, whys,
The missed prize,
The unpaid cries,
The early mornings,
The sleepless nights.
Cancelled plans,
Ghosted friends
And hobbies that
Once gave her home.
All for nothing?
Is failure so cruel?
Or is it the fate?
The school system?
Or just something,
Some speck about her.
She doubts herself,
Thrown off the shelf,
She sobs on and on,
Like a sad song on loop.
#her #failure | 88 |
| 7 | As the dreary dusk glows red,
She sits with her sick child
Cradling him closer to her chest,
Wrapping him in gentle chiffon.
A little life about to bloom, but
Stuck in a state of total turmoil.
Her husband, doning the combat
Uniform bravely on the battlefield.
The nation's name, her whole world,
Akin at stake; turbulence, a constant.
She prays on and on, to all gods, as
Death and war hangs on the black
Attenuated thread of uncertainty.
09/05/2025
#war #Mishtiwrites | 85 |
| 8 | In an another universe,
I reverse roles with my mom,
She lives as me and I get to
Taste her trauma, as closely
As she did. I get to see this
World from her timid russet
Irises while she carries the
Ghost of my fears in black
Pupils. The thought makes
My frail body shudder, I can't-
I want to live in her flesh and
Bones and listen to their tales,
The ones that never made even
The slightest whispers to anyone.
But I don't want her to live the
Horrors that I did, the ones that
She was safe from, a part of me
Would never want her to know
About my toughest battles,
No matter what resentment sits
Between our quiet everyday life.
What mother would want to
See how so much hatred and
Indifference was planted in her
Once sweet and kind child?
In fine, I just hope that in that
Universe, we try to understand
One another better and the
Unspoken bitterness wanes.
#mother #daughter #Mishtiwrites | 105 |
| 9 | Leave a trace of warmth
Before your voice fades into quiet,
and silence fills the space we once shared,
leave something behind, Darling—
Not just the absence of your presence
but the radiance of your kindness,
a quiet light that will linger forever.
Let it be in the touch of your hand or
the soft press of a hug too brief.
Let your eyes whisper what words never could,
for one last time,
carrying the unspoken vow of your return,
even if it remains only in the echoes of our memories.
Not all goodbyes need to break the heart.
Sometimes, they remind us
that love doesn’t leave with the person.
It dwells in the corners of rooms,
in the spaces where we once kissed,
in places where our whispers of love once echoed.
So, leave a trace of warmth before you go, Love,
like the last notes of my favourite song;
Like sunlight filtering through the leaves,
a warmth that will remain
even as the seasons shift and fade.
Soft, gentle, and forever cherished.
When the days feel too long and weary,
and the distance feels too wide to hold,
and when my heart seeks the solace of your arms,
I will find you in the echoes of that warmth,
like a gentle reminder that love doesn’t always fade,
even when the door closes behind you. | 97 |
| 10 | He is like those April birds,
Who await the transition to
Sweet summers after fragrant
Spring has passed through.
Birds get back to their home,
After the winters are all gone.
Likewise, he uncovers himself
Splattering smiles at the dawn.
A heartwarming presence,
A true summer baby.
His gentlemanly demeanor,
Mom's teachings maybe.
His smile shimmers as sun,
Oh, such a tulip he is!
May lord shower him
With never ending bliss.
#Aprilborns #him #fmbro | 99 |
| 11 | My heart is filled up to the brim
With unending affection for you,
But every time you yelled at me,
Every time your hand rose over
My skin and your words slapped
Me harshly right over my frowns,
I bathed in nostalgia of torrid
Past traumas. Nightmares of
Red red violence, nails of abuse
Digging into my flesh too hard,
And the ghosts of grey anxiety
Returning to me once again,
Revolving around me in circles,
Their wan hands baleful to
Grab ahold of my fragile neck.
I wanted to stay, to hope for
A miracle, for you to change-
But none of my nerves have
It in them to re-live the terror.
My bones are too tattered to
Take even a spoonful more of
Unjustified disrespect, abuse
And garnet brute blood. So,
I take a leave now. To never ever
Look back, I breathe out my bye
As silently as I can, chanting peace.
#abuse #anxiety #toxiclove #her | 111 |
| 12 | Moon keeps me company
When the dark hour of
The musky midnight hits,
And the gosammer clouds
Of rusty loneliness envelope
Me in their supple arms, the
Moon keeps me company.
A true pearl, a true companion.
He stays up for as long as I do.
Fatigue fades away when the
Moonlight hugs me close. Pink
Placid pretty little pearl that
Has half of my heart. His smiles
Hold conversations. Hushed
Rhymes, his presence murmurs.
He hums lullabies till my lids shut,
Off to a sweet summery slumber.
By: @Medico_mishti
#twentynine
#poetrymonth | 1 |
| 13 | Salt on the wound
At first, it hurt, the wound too raw,
like a jagged tear in velvet,
like a chisel mark on cold stone.
Memories linger, endless like a river,
with nights awake in solitude
and days spent in a mask of wholeness.
Salt poured into the tender flesh,
A blade twisted into the very core.
A sting that carried the shadows of the past,
Of battles that were lost,
Of words that were left unsaid,
Of silence that stayed, and
Of goodbyes that came too soon.
Yet in the ache, time weaved its magic.
What once seemed a curse sparked something,
something quiet,
slow—
The wound began to change;
Resilience stitched with delicate strands.
Now, all that remains is a faint scar-
A mark that holds the echoes of pain.
A reminder that even the deepest of wounds
carry within them the seed of strength.
A scar that’s no flaw, but
a chapter of the story etched into my skin.
A story not of defeat, but of quiet victory. | 92 |
| 14 | Hope is greed, and
Acceptance is love.
Call me mulish, bland,
But for you, dear dove,
I would hold onto hope,
Be selfish for your love.
#forhim #love #dove | 97 |
| 15 | I step out at midnight,
The sky dark, the breeze
Cool on my ivory flesh.
The fresh air smells of
Freedom, a luscious luxury.
Goosebumps bloom like
Spring on my supple skin.
One. Then, two of my tender
Steps. I want to run with all
My might but I hesitate. Uh-
The stars smile at my fragile
State, almost mockingly.
Every inch of my skin longs
To get lost in this little walk;
My mind a fumbling mess,
Whispering of the worst
Possibilities to me, the man-
The monsters. Terror and
Trauma takes over me.
I want to be free, tears
Cascade down my cheeks
As my mind and muscles
Stay in denial. The night sky,
The mighty air and the trees
Shine freely, a sharp contrast
To what goes on in my withins.
I turn back, rush to my room
And close the door. Sigh.
Would I ever go on midnight
Walks without draping defences?
#her #Mishtiwrites #night #stars #fear #freedom | 109 |
| 16 |  On nights like these,
When sleep seems like
A fleeting memory to my
Tired eyelids, I think of you.
I imagine that the air brings
Your essence closer to me,
You caress my hair soothingly
So the tension in my head
Begins to ease. Your gentle
Touch, a rejuvenation to my
Fatigued flesh! A soothe-
I imagine you lying beside
Me, so close that the pink
Warmth from your skin starts
Seeping into that of mine.
I long to be held in your arms
Until my effervescence smells
Just like that of yours, until we
Melt, uncover and remould.
My heart aches but consoles
Me all the same for the lack of
Your presence. I wonder if you
Think of me when you lay on
Your baby blue sheets to sleep,
As desperately, devotedly as I do.
#forhim #Mishtiwrites #longdistance #love #night | 102 |
| 17 | He was a March baby, all pleasant,
But his life was like a chessboard.
No, he was not the puffed up king.
He was a pawn, the one who is
Not the protagonist in the lives of
People around him, but in his own
Little lugubrious life. He holds the
Strength to stand up again, after
Falling once. His hale heart only
Contain whispers of 'Keep going'.
He might not be the smartest,
The fastest, the most influential,
But still holds on to perserverance,
Undeniable confidence visible in
His strikes and utmost resolve.
He mignt not be the only one,
But he is a star, an only star of
His kind, with his unique shine.
I hope that every constellation
That you ever become a part of,
Makes you feel accepted, loved,
Cherished and welcomed candidly.
#Marchborns #Mishtiwrites #chess #stars | 95 |
| 18 | We don't talk anymore, but you're the one
I still think of when life offers me moments of joy.
We don’t see each other, but you're
the star I always look for in the vast sky above.
We don’t walk the same path together, but you’re
the nest this little bird still longs to find.
We no longer share moments, but you’re
the constant my heart endlessly craves.
You no longer sing for me, but
your melody lingers in every passing breeze.
You don’t wipe my tears anymore, but
they’ve all dried in the weight of your despair.
I can no longer feel your warmth, but you’re
the raindrop the desert desperately longs.
I don’t hear your name often, but
my heart calls it out on every dark and lonely night.
We’ve become strangers now, but
I wish you were a stranger I‘d never met. | 92 |
| 19 | Talking Back
She asked me about why do
I keep my problems to myself
And never want to share them.
I simply shrugged my shoulders
Thinking of the letters in my shelf.
She is my mother, a vital soul for
Me, but no longer my close person.
I grew up as an adult child. No, not
The manchild. But the womanchild,
Who faces it all, the one who listens.
I no longer want to burden you
With the trail of my torrid trauma.
Silences became my safe space,
After finding how hollow people are,
I would rather break in solitude's aroma.
I can't seem to fathom the courage
To talk of my feelings, that I lack-
Not when they are never truly heard,
For whenever I tried to say it all,
It was taken as talking back.
#parenting #daughter #mother | 110 |
| 20 | Marry a man who makes you
Feel like a woman, who brightens
Your feminity and lets you wear
It proudly like some diamond crown.
Not the ideal lady that the society
Projects- the timid one, the shy
One who is always soft spoken,
Dresses elegantly, never yells,
Has no say in household decisions,
Is wrapped with golden chains of
Restrictions, who always smiles,
Soaks up her wrath and listens
To everyone like a damsel in sheer
Distress, just dolled up for doom.
But the fearless gorgeous woman, who is
Not afraid to dream as crazily as a child,
Whose self esteem rises above criticism
From opinions of people who do not matter,
Who admires wildflowers and messy art,
Who does not tolerate any disrespect,
Who is not afraid of stating her needs,
Boundaries and emotions; the one
Whose blood is but full of youthfulness,
Bravery, imagination and resilience.
Marry the man who watches you break
Free of your restraints, with admiration
In his eyes. The one who brushes your
Feathers so you can soar, as high as you
Wished for. Love, respect, trust, smiles,
Understanding and warmth shall blossom,
When you marry the man truly meant for you.
#advice #her #love #strength | 121 |
