Waakiye

Tag: poetry

  • Some laughters and life lessons worth hearing…

    Some laughters and life lessons worth hearing…

    What podcasts are you listening to?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Well there aren’t many podcasts that I’m in these days but there are a few that bless my ears…

    One of the podcasts that I used to listen to was “Violating community guidelines” by Sarah Schauer and Brittany Broski;

    I know weird names but they complimented each other and the funny instances on their podcasts were so hilarious that I often laughed out while working making people think that I’ve gone crazy 🤪..

    48 episodes discussing the trends on the social media and what went on during the year 2022 and the end of it,

    Started in January of ‘22 ending in December of the same year, Ive found myself to go back to it year after year and boost my mood and give me laugh whenever life pins me down…

    These days I’m invested in a podcast called Alan watts daily wisdom and yes they’re sharing the timeless teachings of the philosopher Alan watts through ai in his voice to all the world to listen and view too…

    Started a month ago and 24 videos in gathering a whopping 108k followers as we speak (on yt) I’ve found it very helpful and informative by giving me insight to live this life better in ways that are often overlooked…

    Hope you will find these worth your while…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Life saving advices to cut screen time…

    Life saving advices to cut screen time…

    How do you manage screen time for yourself?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    I’m pretty sure most of the world is suffering with this disease of a very long screen time, hooked on Instagram reels, YouTube shorts and videos, clips on TikTok and many more…

    Time seem to pass by so quickly when we are hooked on them that it feels unreal;

    You started watching them at 10 at night and suddenly it’s 1:30 before you can see the time on the phone which was there all the time…

    There are a lot of things that I use to achieve my goal of reducing screen time a few of them are->

    • Having a separate phone for doing writing without any distractions so that I can focus when otherwise I would find a way to stop writing and doom-scroll Instagram..
    • Tracking screen time on both my phones just to keep in touch with how much I used a single app and how much I need to cut back…
    • Presetting a timer on each app which I use a lot for example I set a timer for an hour on Instagram which is a lot less from 4-5 hours which used to happen without knowing…
    • Trying to avoid using phones for the first few hours I usually wake up and pen my ideas or any dreams that I had, which makes all of it interesting as it boosts my writing skills and also imaginative skills which help me remember what happened in my dream world…
    • And at last, I keep my phones a bit away from me like for charging away from me when I have free time so I’d have to walk to it to get it as I’m on my bed, which cuts the interest in getting up and grabbing it a bit more…

    The last one is a big mind thing I know…😭😂

    And I hope these works for someone in need…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

  • Cherished Memories: The Stories in Our Skin

    Cherished Memories: The Stories in Our Skin

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s the oldest things you’re wearing today?
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    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    The prompt of this dame really made me think,
    And,
    I think there would be a variety of answers that all of you would be seeing,
    most of them would include a piece of clothing that they would cherish or own from a long time that would have seen better days but,
    not being your usual writer,
    I know what all of you are in here for…

    How would you feel if i said the oldest thing I’m wearing is,
    “MY SKIN”…

    I do owe all of you an explanation,
    Skin,
    MY thick skin being one of those things,
    the one which has been with me from the very beginning of my essence,
    no fabric,
    no piece of cloth could ever match what my skin has felt through the years…

    Even though it renews itself every month and a half,
    it holds memories that still stay with me to this day,
    The Scars,
    The heat of the Sun,
    a special someone’s touch,
    the test of time—
    all of them leave a mark.
    It’s been my shield,
    a blank canvas that I was born with,
    a story that I am writing as each day progresses…

    THIS body of mine holds a tactile archive,
    a memory through sensations that only I remember,
    Even if the world forgets,
    I remember the weight of denim,
    the scratch of wool,
    the comfort of cotton on a tired day,
    the itchiness of a cloth I’m not well suited to,
    the rash that burned,
    and caused me pain,
    the time I fell from my two-wheeler and blood that oozed out of my skin,
    I remember it clearly as yesterday,
    each and every moment clearly…

    Sometimes this body remembers what the mind isn’t sure of;

    A warmth in the chest,
    A phantom touch on the cheek,
    A comfort that feels real,
    even if the facts are blurry…

    Maybe it’s memory,
    Maybe it’s hope stitched into survival,
    Maybe it’s both.

    What matters is that it helped me keep breathing,
    the memories that this mind often forgets,
    they stay on this skin,
    whenever,
    someone crosses me,
    a familiar scent,
    an accidental touch (for which I apologize)
    it sets into action a string of memories hidden deep within me,
    of which this mind has either forgotten,
    or,
    suppressed to make place for other ones…

    But,
    there’s something that I tell myself,

    You’re here,
    Still breathing,
    Still remembering,
    And that’s not nothing…

    Just like a chain that you forget that is wrapped around your neck,
    after wearing it for a long time,
    the body adapts to it,
    and when accidently it gets stuck in a piece of cloth,
    you remember an existence of it;

    That chain becomes like a quiet truth:
    Something can be with me always,
    even if I forget it’s there…

    And maybe that’s how grief feels.
    Or love,
    Or pain,
    Or memories,
    or existence of it…;

    Worn so long against the skin that One stops feeling it,
    until one small movement brings it back into view,
    glinting with the light of something lost but never fully gone…

    Here’s to reliving all those memories after reading this one,
    also play with your chain or a mala of thread or beads that exist around your neck or your wrist…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With these memories that we once considered precious,
    made a promise to never forget them,
    They blurred without a trace from this mind….

    But does this mean We’ve forgotten,
    Does this mean we’ve given up,
    Of Course, not.

    Their existence continues to thrive,
    in a way we speak,
    the choices that we make,
    the softness that takes a front when we see someone hurting,
    or
    the hardness that makes us stand on someone’s way if it means it will save someone…

    Been through things tough and extremely challenging ones,
    we’ve learned to carry weight,
    to protect ourselves.
    we’ve built something around our softness,
    not to hide it,
    but to survive,
    maybe try to thrive in it…
  • Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Life Lessons from Personal Quotes

    Daily writing prompt
    Do you have a quote you live your life by or think of often?
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    Hey

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    There are a few sentences that i live by,
    they aren’t necessarily quotes,
    but they’re self-drawn rules that I live by,
    Well,
    I think each and every one of us should have some,
    rules or something that helps you set,
    what is right or wrong,
    in a situation…

    Quotes are those who are written by a writer and such,
    and when you are one in the making,
    what’s better than looking at something that you wrote,
    to keep yourself in check,
    during times that you thought would be the end of you…

    The said quote(s)…

    1)

    THE FALL TAUGHT ME TO GET UP AND MOVE FORWARD,

    IT DIDN’T TELL ME TO STOP AND SIT DOWN,

    IT TOLD ME THE REASON FOR THE FALL,

    AND I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING,

    NOR I’M STOPPING,

    DIDN’T STOP YESTERDAY,

    WILL NOT STOP TODAY,

    WONT STOP TOMORROW,

    BECAUSE,

    I DIDN’T STOP LEARNING…

    ★Didn’t stop learning★

    2)

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    CAN’T CRASH OUT

    ✅CAN THUG MY WAY OUT OF THIS ONE, SO

    I WON’T CRASH OUT

    These two are the ones I often check out,
    there are more but those are some other ideas,
    prompting some other feelings…

    For the time being,
    you can read them,
    save them,
    make them your quotes too…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    This is exactly how it feels when some prompt like this comes in…
    (Ai generated image…)

  • How I Conquered My Nerves at a Theatrical Play

    What makes you nervous?

    Even though I’m quite a reserved person,
    there are some things that give birth to nervousness within me….

    Being the person that I am,
    I’m not that open to new experiences and if I want to experience new ones,
    it feels like my mind already has planned all of the outcomes even before I am to undergo the “Said” experience…

    For example;

    I once went to a theatrical play and I was running late,
    I had a fixed seat which I booked a few weeks in advance.

    On reaching there a little late,
    the host had already opened with the introductions.

    …….

    As I entered and looked for my seat and saw someone else sitting in mine,
    on telling them this was my seat,

    He told me he had a seat in the middle somewhere which he booked outside the hall,
    can I take that one..?

    On telling him that I couldn’t
    because I booked this seat weeks prior and I will sit here;

    Nervousness creeped in
    as he didn’t get up even after asking politely,
    and after that in a stern voice,
    after a few moments the staff came in as he stated to raise his voice against me.

    Knowing this was a public place,
    and they reserved the right for our admission,
    as I showed them the ticket and he was politely told to go to his seat,
    which he refused.

    On pausing the play for a moment all the lights were lit,
    and the said person was told to move to his seat or to be escorted out of the venue by security.

    The smug look on his face now wiped clean as he murmured something in his mouth and squeezed himself to his seat in the middle..

    That thing made me quite nervous.

    But thankfully I booked in advance and the staff were really helpful…!

    Overall,
    A good day that was.

    Apart from me losing my sh|t there.

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye

    The first pic I took as I reached the destination after transversing through roads that were small and had a great abyss on the other side; the hazy memories of those times stay just like these pictures in my mind!!!

  • “Iss Chehre Se Muskaan Naa Jaaye”

    Iss chehre se muskaan naa jaaye…!

    Jabh se paaya unhe,

    Jabh sunay woh meri har baat,

    Mere khyaal,

    Mere iss choti se dunya ko chaar chand jo lagaaye…

    Iss chehre se muskaan naa jaaye….!

    Anjaan thay,

    Thokar khaa kar tootay baithe thay,

    Dekhte thay ek doosre ko,

    Kose’tay thay apne aateet ko,

    Mar kar kaat rahe thay apna vartamaan,

    Naa thee ek aache kal kee ummeed,

    Jeen’ay ki aas jo bhula baithe,

    Naa jaane kitna kuch peeche chord aaye;

    Magar aaj,

    Iss chehre se muskaan naa jaaye….!

    Toot ke bikhar’ne par,

    Kisi ko apne paas naa paa kar,

    Dil ko apne aap behlaa-fuslaa kar,

    Naa jaane kitne pal karwaton main gawaa’ye,

    Uss kamre kee deewaro ko raaz maaloom,

    Aur,

    Uss takhiye ko jisme samaaye woh jo mere hisse aaye,

    Par aaj…

    Iss chehre se muskaan naa jaaye….!

    Intezaar,

    Iss dhoop kadak’tee main,

    Thand kee ek lehar banke aaye,

    Jabh bhee unki deed aaye mere aage,

    Chede aaj mujhe meri sakhi’an,

    Naam leke woh ko kareeb mere,

    Gaal surkh laal ho jaaye,

    Pasina aane lagay,

    Chede jabb mujhe meri sakhi’an,

    Subeh aur shaam yaad jabb aaye woh,

    Mujhse raha naa jaaye..

    Iss chehre se muskaan naa jaaye….!

    Aaj milna jo humne,

    Dekhu main apne aap ko,

    Kapde badal badal ke,

    Kisme khoobsurat lagti main,

    Maa baba dono pareshaan,

    Kaise aaj iss chehre par dukh nahi,

    nirasha ka aansh nahi,

    Kaise aaj iss chehre par ek muskaan…?

    Dill-lagi jo hisse aayi mere,

    Kaise iss chehre se muskaan jaaye,

    Ishq,

    jisko bhula baithi thee main,

    Badnaam kar gaya thaa zindagi meri;

    Par aaj,

    Shar-e-aam,

    Main mujh se kahu;

    Pyaar,

    Hisse aaya jo tere,

    Jiss’se samsaar dikhe ek naye rang se:

    Ek naye rang main paaya apne aap ko;

    Khoye jo mere raaz,

    Dil jo mera gaaye jaise ek raag,

    Uss naam,

    Woh jo mere kareeb,

    Uska saaz,

    Toh phir kyo naa ho,

    Iss chehre par ek muskaan…?

    Love Waakiye 🤍