Writer But Not…

You know that feel when you have all those sweets, but can’t open up any, for your mom don’t allow you. 

That feel when the sky seems to close to you, but you are not able to touch it, for its too high. 

That feel when the wind is so blissful but oh! You can’t stand between the class and go outside. 

Those flowers seems so nice, but ah! They are not real. 

When you have your breathes still there inside you, but heart seem to have stopped long back. 

When you blood is still red, but on the flesh, the veins appear so green and yet the doctor says you are completely healthy.

When you have a disease unknown to anyone but still you have to say, you are fine. 
It’s that feel, if you know it…

© ritikapeace


With Love From Me :)

Some are writing about moving on,

Some about will move on,

Some about there first love, others about,

I’m only one left now, and break-ups.

Some are writing about happiness,

Some about its all so vain to even celebrate,

Some about there usual days, others about,

Encouragements, celebration, bliss and festive. 

Some are writing for Mirakee,

Some about there favorites in it,

Some about there journey on it, others about,

How lucky I’m to find someone special,

Through this upside down red leaf. 

Precisely, on this last day on 2-0-1-7,

Everyone is writing something, 

Either grateful or sad about it, 

Either feeling blessed or hopeful about it…

But as I have sat down to write on my last day,

Of this long journey…

Don’t know, I don’t find anything to pen down,

But it’s fine, 

It’s cold, and I’m happy for everyone,

Who are able to.

With loads of love to my Mirakee family, 

Happy New Year. @ritikapeace on Mirakee App

Writing No Matter What

Sitting alone by all me and books. 

Those sheets of grey,

Hot soup at the table,

Aside all those pages, 

Filled with some words, 


So glittering with nothing, 

But hope to get comprehended,

To be reached hearts, 

To climb the peaks, 


Sitting alone, 

Hopeless at times, 

Gathering myself again and again,

No greens in my hands. 

Still… Working, picking up my pen. 

If not in present, 

Legends are often applauded, after there end. 

#err1585 aka © Ritika Peace

Today I’m here sitting

On this brown chair.

Woke up so late again, 

Everyone has gone away. 

My laziness makes me weak,

On this brown chair, 

Every morning I end up being, 

All alone and cold.

Cold is the weather, not new. 

It’s not I’m not working. 

Working harder on my dreams. 

Nights are for me I feel.

On my bed I sit, 

And write articles for my family. 

Not the work for family, 

It’s work for some people. 

It’s the only way I earn 

to serve my responsibilities. 

No,  no, not pressured anyway. 

On these days, where I remain alone,

At times watching tv, 

Continuously writing, 

And completing house chore; 

I promise to rise and shine, 

Like an exceptional moon, 

Brightest thingy,

Amidst the darkest nights,

And shining with backbone, sun. 

Aloof and cold, 

Sometimes I feel like a damned soul. 

Alone I feel, depressed I call, 

But hey, 

It’s me, 

A legendary writer. 
© Ritika Peace

Let me read your writes and post them on

@peaceworks .

Mail at 

work24peace@gmail.com to get your Poetry posted on @peaceworks at @mirakeeapp

Till Beats Call

Camouflage of your unspoken hides

Are nerving inside me a depths of solace

And let me now take aback 

From the world of witchcraft and beings. 

The Hades will take me now to underground

And there I’ll die again and again with your name, 

Tantalising my each step repeatedly,

Until you’ll die and your breath calls my name. 


Good Morning with a Smile

The words “Good Morning” are deliciously healthy for health. 

As you walk down the road a curve on your face called “smile” utterly heart soothing for every other soul. 

So don’t forget these two simple things when you leave the house. Utter “good morning” with your eyes and keep smiling. © ritikapeace