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“To speak of creation, There is always a guilt that throbs every
artist’s heart on taking the credit of a piece of art that the creative force
in the universe has thrusted inside of a human heart and stretched one’s
hand towards building sand castles and lines on the ocean. It’s surreal,
neither to be seen or to be saved. But if it is both “seen and saved� it
could mean the force was strong enough to indulge in the play of the
world, to rip apart the womb of the heart of a man and come out, to
stretch its wings and break the cage, to scream till your voice reaches
the moon. In all such cases it’s always a mystical force that creates art
and never the artist.”
― Miramoon

“There’s a voice that calls me from the beyond, it has no shape, no word,
no symbol and no form, it’s a symphony, whenever I start hearing it,
everything else becomes irrelevant”
― Miramoon

“All the madness of society that has been depicted dramatically
in fables, allegories, and folklore, which keeps me ensnared in the
pages of these books, more than the world.”
― Miramoon

“Within the confines of the world, we puppet through varied strings
pulling in their own relevant bars”
― Miramoon

“The evolution however did nothing to a man except
to widen the size of his cage, spreading their bars fading their
tangible bodies. Mostly, we formed cages, the ones we refuse to
even acknowledge!”
― Miramoon

“Periods; the only thing as told by my
mother defines “womanhood�
and I wondered…“blood?� So, with the theory, blood and
womanhood held no difference, and with my growing years…it
barely had any.
“You’ll know when you will grow up my child,� she said
smiling and continued, “there’s more to it than just blood.� I
wonder now if by more she meant�. The suffering, endurance, and if, above all, what defines womanhood is staying silent towards
anything and everything considering it a shame to spell out.”
― Miramoon

“The red discharge between a woman’s legs, the pain of no
scar, the misery of no wound, that either leads her to extreme
shame or a child, which I reckon were the same to my mother. Is
that what is supposed to be the essence of womanhood?”
― Miramoon

“what you called out for a really long time, will call you back from
the streets of deafs”
― Miramoon

“Life was never about looping around birth
and death rather a matter of one’s witnessing for how long one
goes on hoping and surviving for a life they’ll never have. The
dyad of life and death was rather a loop of “hope and despair”
― Miramoon

“After all, nothing saves a man more than everything he bears
in immense pain.”
― Miramoon

“What was I to do, if not burn?”
― Miramoon

“The person that I was running from, stood in that mirror
in front of me; I was frightened to death since I knew what had
happened to a person like that. And that’s what happens with age:
the older you get the more you know the consequences of the acts.
Ironically you know how it ends, but what you never learn is
how to stop it.”
― Miramoon

“Let it out,â€� I whispered “Scream, shout, release whatever
holds you captive. Find your voice in the echoes of your own
sound.”
― Miramoon

“I knew, I did not know a lot of ways of the world. But It was a
scream, a woman’s scream that transcended silence, a proclamation
of existence in a world that had almost forgotten to listen.”
― Miramoon

“There are no repairs to mend the home once torn apart. You can
decorate as much as you desire. yet, the emptiness will explode the
same as that of a cremated body buried in the grave”
― Miramoon