THE JOKE WRITTEN IN GASOLINE 💥

You laugh at the grin but never ask why it’s stuck.
You see the chaos but never the hole it fills.
I’m not a man; I’m the punchline no one gets,
a joke so rotten, even the silence chokes on it.

You want a reason? Fine.
The world handed me a script full of lies, so I burned it
and rewrote the ending in gasoline.
Call me mad? Good.
Madness is just the truth
uncooked, unshaken, and screaming.

Laughter is just the sound of the world burning 🔥 politely🤷‍♀️..


Nature's walking dairy ✍️

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Abusers love an audience.
Their kindness is a performance;
your pain is the intermission they erase.


Longer version in caption ✍️

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Dinner for One

You walked in dressed in hope,
Heart laced in perfume and promises,
A seat across the table reserved for something tender
A smile, a spark, maybe even a beginning.

But what met you was silence in disguise,
A warmth that turned cold by the second course.
The wine tasted like goodbyes,
The words, like knives in velvet.

You laughed politely,
While your spirit quietly folded itself small,
Carving your name into a memory
No one else would claim.

You walked in for a date,
But left with pieces of yourself packed in grief.
Not in love
But in a body bag stitched by betrayal.


Nature's walking dairy ✍️ 💜

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STAY THE COURSE
We don’t get lost to find
rather, we stay, we seek, we see.
Not every paths begins with some wild improvisation
or is composed of an entirely mysterious puzzle

Clarity isn’t necessarily born out of chaos
and neither is wisdom purely born from pain.
Sometimes,
truth walks silently on a well-lit lane
that never opens an eye.

Not every soul must wander to prove that it is able to arrive
some establish their own truths in stillness and some do not even leave for their well-being.

We don’t get lost to find
we hold the thread and climb. Some journeys flower with patience, and finding comes with time.

Nature's walking dairy ✍️ 💜

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Let the Ship Sink 🚢

Stop being the one who always rows against the current.
You’ve patched the holes, braved the storms.
Still, they only watched.
Now, breathe.
Let go.

If no one else will carry the weight,
Let the silence speak.
Let the ship sink.

This isn’t surrender
It’s the grace of release.
Let what was never truly yours
Drift beneath the waves.

Mera writes ✍️ 💜

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Where freedom folds

The family refers to it as arranged,
The community as tradition.
But to no one it feels like
An unspoken submission.

A life decided under hushed voices,
Behind etiquette’s closed doors and ancient rules.
It’s for your good, they say, “For your good, for your peace,”
But peace that is compelled cannot be a soothing release.

They wrap it in respect and term it culture,
But ingenuity is erased while the game is played.
What of choice, what of voice, what of dreams that are unseen?

All bonds forged don’t have to be around a machine.
Roots are indeed honored—yes—when allowed to grow.
But love is not a performance, ritualistic.

Submission, coerced—free should never be a rebellion.

Mera writes ✍️ 💜

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A Beautiful Survival

The healing has never been pretty.
It tore through me quietly, cruelly
while the thorns watched,
wondering how I’m still here.
I swallowed venom with a smile,
the kind that dares pain to try harder.
Every day, I survived what could’ve ended me.
And though my healing wasn’t soft or graceful,
it was real.
And I am deeply, unapologetically proud
of every scar that still pulses with life.

Nature's walking dairy ✍️

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If my nearness stirred your quiet sea,
Then let my distance set you free.



*Nature's walking dairy ✍️ 💜 *

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Be gentle, be kind
Unfold your days with purpose in mind.
Let your warmth bring out the best,
In hearts that ache and souls that rest.
Be a memory etched in gold,
A story tender, brave, and bold.
May I never forget your gentle sway

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A rare gem
shines with authenticity,
a soul that's real,
a heart that's free.

MeraWrites ✍️💜

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