At first, they just saw her
As this demure figure
Wrapped in a flowing garment
Covering her from head to toe
For, she quietly stood there
Without trying to impose her presence
They thought her mute
Seeing her unmoving lips
Until, she finally spoke
Banishing each ill-thought stereotype
And pretentious, media tropes
That sought to fit her in a box.
#Muslimah #poetry #copyrighted #fridayfreewrites #review
As this demure figure
Wrapped in a flowing garment
Covering her from head to toe
For, she quietly stood there
Without trying to impose her presence
They thought her mute
Seeing her unmoving lips
Until, she finally spoke
Banishing each ill-thought stereotype
And pretentious, media tropes
That sought to fit her in a box.
#Muslimah #poetry #copyrighted #fridayfreewrites #review
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I CAN'T
I wish-
I could say that I'm foolish
Lie to myself that I'm worthless
Walk with my face down
And believe you when you say I'm useless
I wish-
I could throw in the towel
And declare what's the point of all of this
Behave like I'm puzzled
Doing nothing but to sigh and hiss
I wish I couldn't wish that I wouldn't wish all of these wishes I wish
I wish-
I could wish that I am hopeless
A prisoner of people's opinions
I've been wishing for a very long time
To think like a weakling
But I guess I'm disadvantaged
Because I can't
Time_Parable
# Destroying mediocre mindsets
#Poetry
#Review
I wish-
I could say that I'm foolish
Lie to myself that I'm worthless
Walk with my face down
And believe you when you say I'm useless
I wish-
I could throw in the towel
And declare what's the point of all of this
Behave like I'm puzzled
Doing nothing but to sigh and hiss
I wish I couldn't wish that I wouldn't wish all of these wishes I wish
I wish-
I could wish that I am hopeless
A prisoner of people's opinions
I've been wishing for a very long time
To think like a weakling
But I guess I'm disadvantaged
Because I can't
Time_Parable
# Destroying mediocre mindsets
#Poetry
#Review
In the race for modernity We are so lost ...
The life of trees and animals Became oblivious to ...
Whom we meet Look, they are ashes….
World heating and gas clutches Consume Australia ...
In the race for modernity We are so lost .....
#review
The life of trees and animals Became oblivious to ...
Whom we meet Look, they are ashes….
World heating and gas clutches Consume Australia ...
In the race for modernity We are so lost .....
#review
I was never a nice guy nor I ever aspired to be one either,until you came to my life.I always believed that I will never change .Nothing will change. Neither for the worse nor for the best,until you happened to me . When I saw you for the very first time I realised you are the one for whom even the heaven want to become earth and god to become man, I realised this sky and the earth to be your creations ,this pain and love ,all this heat and cold ,negative and positive , all the imagination and reality everything are your product . I still remember when you looked at me ,it seemed to me like your eyes were seeking someone in me . You were like a vision to me, a vision coming out from within me . People say seeing the eternal is common but recognizing her is devotion and that that day I didn't even realised when I submerged in you and came out as a true devotee.I found out you are an infinity and that can be observed in my eyes because one can only see infinity in eyes of love .........
#review #love #vj
#review #love #vj
Emotional chargers
Indian railways teaches you lessons on human behavior. The other day I had to travel through one of the SUPER FAST trains. The SF train arrived 2 hours late to the station where it was meant to start. Testing Patience 😋
The general waiting room is actually a classroom which the schools don't include in their syllabus. 10 plug points for a room of the size of a spacious 3 BHK. Testing opportunist character of a human.
Well, the people sitting near the plug points start using the phone more than they regularly do. This is to show off so that no other person comes n asks for the charging point or the charger. This is when the warrior within wakes up. PUBG was never so intense or the never noticed hero of a movie written off the cinema history wall becomes inspirational.😳
Lastly the dictator of the charging point invades. That person pulls out a charger of another person and plugs his own. The war begins. The GOC(Game of Chargers) theme music plays and the crowd is now all charged up to witness the epic battle. Testing your integrity and morale.
That is when the announcement comes the train has arrived at the platform. Everything is forgotten and people run to catch their train.
Indian railways, testing your mental health from 1850s.
#justathought
#review
Indian railways teaches you lessons on human behavior. The other day I had to travel through one of the SUPER FAST trains. The SF train arrived 2 hours late to the station where it was meant to start. Testing Patience 😋
The general waiting room is actually a classroom which the schools don't include in their syllabus. 10 plug points for a room of the size of a spacious 3 BHK. Testing opportunist character of a human.
Well, the people sitting near the plug points start using the phone more than they regularly do. This is to show off so that no other person comes n asks for the charging point or the charger. This is when the warrior within wakes up. PUBG was never so intense or the never noticed hero of a movie written off the cinema history wall becomes inspirational.😳
Lastly the dictator of the charging point invades. That person pulls out a charger of another person and plugs his own. The war begins. The GOC(Game of Chargers) theme music plays and the crowd is now all charged up to witness the epic battle. Testing your integrity and morale.
That is when the announcement comes the train has arrived at the platform. Everything is forgotten and people run to catch their train.
Indian railways, testing your mental health from 1850s.
#justathought
#review
I was born of man.
Having thesame likeness of man.
Considering all i have had, I'd always had a mind.
A mind of immortality.
Pushing me always into immorality.
Facing every square with all my might.
And a man would I be till I find my mortality.
I'm a man indeed.
#review
Having thesame likeness of man.
Considering all i have had, I'd always had a mind.
A mind of immortality.
Pushing me always into immorality.
Facing every square with all my might.
And a man would I be till I find my mortality.
I'm a man indeed.
#review
#review #vj
My lies are too much and my confessions just not enough, I Said things to differ not knowing it will create differences, I know despite all my mistakes I know this heart own a lot to you and maybe it will always, now maybe its not the right time, but time will come and I will just say one more lie but i promise that will be my last.Beyond the fact and abstract
Beyond our words and feeling exchanaged
Beyond everything which we both went through alone..
Beyond this universe ,
Lies what i own to you.
You are not here but how can I stop looking for you, you see miracles do exist,don't you find it amazing ,we never even shared few nice words but still we are like those two stars with absolutely nothing not even air between them . Now ,are we so so so close that theres no space for even air to exist,or maybe we are so far that its simply impossible for us to share two ends of the same thing.
Can't we even breathe the same air?
My lies are too much and my confessions just not enough, I Said things to differ not knowing it will create differences, I know despite all my mistakes I know this heart own a lot to you and maybe it will always, now maybe its not the right time, but time will come and I will just say one more lie but i promise that will be my last.Beyond the fact and abstract
Beyond our words and feeling exchanaged
Beyond everything which we both went through alone..
Beyond this universe ,
Lies what i own to you.
You are not here but how can I stop looking for you, you see miracles do exist,don't you find it amazing ,we never even shared few nice words but still we are like those two stars with absolutely nothing not even air between them . Now ,are we so so so close that theres no space for even air to exist,or maybe we are so far that its simply impossible for us to share two ends of the same thing.
Can't we even breathe the same air?
Please spot my mistakes in this paragraph.
#review
#paragraph
#ruh
The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
#review
#paragraph
#ruh
The rose you brought me ages ago, still breathing, pressed between the pages of my diary of dreams, where it blooms everyday. Perhaps, it's the memories of your presence, which urge me to keep writing the diary of dreams, and so the rose live little longer. Or perhaps, it's just the empty me, which still hopes you will brought me the another rose.
POETRY ON DEPRESSION
Where should I asl for help,
for my very own depression.
Where everyone is putting,
a fake smile as a first impression.
---------
People know everything , they know you are broken
But still they expect you that your scars should not be open.
--------
They expect you to be good, to celebrate your life with holding a glass of red wine.
Where they do know with you nothing is fine.
--------
Holding the empty glass under the dark old ceiling.
Don't know how to escape this negative feelings.
--------
The moving fan is so haundering, killing myself this thought is always captivating.
--------
Breath smells like weads and alcohol runs through veins.
Never knew how this beautiful body had turned into devastated pain.
--------
It's important to know killing yourself for someone is never worth
Worth is living your life, proving yourself then killing their ego alive.
--------
If still you found devastated in suicidal thoughts
Please hold on and be strong
Because you have some motherfuckers to prove wrong.
-----Thank you #poetry #review
Where should I asl for help,
for my very own depression.
Where everyone is putting,
a fake smile as a first impression.
---------
People know everything , they know you are broken
But still they expect you that your scars should not be open.
--------
They expect you to be good, to celebrate your life with holding a glass of red wine.
Where they do know with you nothing is fine.
--------
Holding the empty glass under the dark old ceiling.
Don't know how to escape this negative feelings.
--------
The moving fan is so haundering, killing myself this thought is always captivating.
--------
Breath smells like weads and alcohol runs through veins.
Never knew how this beautiful body had turned into devastated pain.
--------
It's important to know killing yourself for someone is never worth
Worth is living your life, proving yourself then killing their ego alive.
--------
If still you found devastated in suicidal thoughts
Please hold on and be strong
Because you have some motherfuckers to prove wrong.
-----Thank you #poetry #review
Pompous and pretentious they can be,
Tactfulness is what you need to seek!
Few love to rant, and
Few love to brag..
Smart and devious they can be,
Wittiness is what you need to seek!
Few like to prank and
Few like to hurt..
Mindless and harsh they can be,
Ruthfullness is what you need to seek!
Few love to banter and
Few don't care..
Gentle and innocent they can be,
Kindness is what you need to seek!
Few like to sulk and
Few like to hide..
Cordial and warm they can be,
Fondness is what you need to seek!
Few love to share and
Few love to help..
-Mindset of people
By Sukeerti Nandihal
#suan
#review #everyone #poem #reality #thoughts
Tactfulness is what you need to seek!
Few love to rant, and
Few love to brag..
Smart and devious they can be,
Wittiness is what you need to seek!
Few like to prank and
Few like to hurt..
Mindless and harsh they can be,
Ruthfullness is what you need to seek!
Few love to banter and
Few don't care..
Gentle and innocent they can be,
Kindness is what you need to seek!
Few like to sulk and
Few like to hide..
Cordial and warm they can be,
Fondness is what you need to seek!
Few love to share and
Few love to help..
-Mindset of people
By Sukeerti Nandihal
#suan
#review #everyone #poem #reality #thoughts
Please criticize my work..
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
#review
#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.
(not a poem, a paragraph from my story)
#review
#ruh
There are nights when my shadow wraps around and drags me somewhere. Somewhere in the dark endless tunnels, where, even the moonlight gets swallowed by the darkness. As I walk, thousands of voices stabbing, trying to rip out my skin with the blood-red burning knives. But there's no pain. Nothing. Just like a cold lifeless body feel nothing.
I'm jaded of inscribing about the blues that amuses the imps.
About your daggers ripping in my heart and back, were you heedful of them or not.
Or the resounding voices I'm too feeble to fathom, the clemency that faded into thin air.
I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.
#review #everyone #Noob #streamofthoughts
About your daggers ripping in my heart and back, were you heedful of them or not.
Or the resounding voices I'm too feeble to fathom, the clemency that faded into thin air.
I'm so fucking drained.
Of the hungry beasts, of the "kill or be killed," "eat or get eaten."
Of being one of those monsters.
Torrents of ink and a flood of thoughts,
but I'm all jaded.
#review #everyone #Noob #streamofthoughts
A commuter's tale.
The time is past eleven as I glanced at my cell phone for the third time. I have been fixed on this faded brown cottoned seat that had cushioned more than a thousand weights in its lifetime, It reeked of age.
I have been trapped here for two hours, so that my stomach was unsettled by the nauseating mix of body odours and smoke. I struggled for breath. The air tasted of salt and gasoline as I cussed beneath my breath – fuck! God, I need my own motor – a commuter’s prayer.
For some relief, I gulped my bottle of water, religiously. Out of the blue, a velvet kimono – dressed lady brushed hurriedly past me, nudging the bottle off my hand. Almost glassy eyed, I watched my precious grip at life spill away, and there was no saving the bottle, because the cramped bus made sure of that! I shot a glare at her, but she was already indulged in another business, there was no point. In here, we were all victims, victims of a dysfunctional transport system, victims of a failed government.
I was jolted back to the frenzy when a dirty- collared man spewed obscenities at a younger lady, which was met with rolled eyes and whispers from the other commuters. “I get your mate for house,” he blurted. This, if the journey were a story, should be the title, everyone always having everyone’s mate safely tucked in their houses. Other plots would include; hurried steps, optimistic pleas from coke and gala hawkers, angry drivers honking at other angry drivers in a vicious cycle of angriness, always.
My androgynous attire did me no favours as stares and side talks and giggles and disgust were hurled at me. But here I remained, in this cramped space of bodies, sweat, anger and judgement, replaying my time with him and wishing it had ended well.
#shortstory #nv #everyone #review
The time is past eleven as I glanced at my cell phone for the third time. I have been fixed on this faded brown cottoned seat that had cushioned more than a thousand weights in its lifetime, It reeked of age.
I have been trapped here for two hours, so that my stomach was unsettled by the nauseating mix of body odours and smoke. I struggled for breath. The air tasted of salt and gasoline as I cussed beneath my breath – fuck! God, I need my own motor – a commuter’s prayer.
For some relief, I gulped my bottle of water, religiously. Out of the blue, a velvet kimono – dressed lady brushed hurriedly past me, nudging the bottle off my hand. Almost glassy eyed, I watched my precious grip at life spill away, and there was no saving the bottle, because the cramped bus made sure of that! I shot a glare at her, but she was already indulged in another business, there was no point. In here, we were all victims, victims of a dysfunctional transport system, victims of a failed government.
I was jolted back to the frenzy when a dirty- collared man spewed obscenities at a younger lady, which was met with rolled eyes and whispers from the other commuters. “I get your mate for house,” he blurted. This, if the journey were a story, should be the title, everyone always having everyone’s mate safely tucked in their houses. Other plots would include; hurried steps, optimistic pleas from coke and gala hawkers, angry drivers honking at other angry drivers in a vicious cycle of angriness, always.
My androgynous attire did me no favours as stares and side talks and giggles and disgust were hurled at me. But here I remained, in this cramped space of bodies, sweat, anger and judgement, replaying my time with him and wishing it had ended well.
#shortstory #nv #everyone #review