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.
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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
Worth
Alone I've been since I've been
And been only to places you've seen
You can't imagine how long I've lived
your dad with him I was impressed
As his child open your ears and listen.
I feel pain of the burning heat
Everyday's stress of going round.
Squeezing through a narrow path
Being avoided by everyone. Still
Never had I regretted a moment
You need purpose that makes it worth
Then some patience for short period
When you feel you can't take in more
Remember usless me have endured more
And that paradise is worth much more
#Everyone
#Poetry
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Alone I've been since I've been
And been only to places you've seen
You can't imagine how long I've lived
your dad with him I was impressed
As his child open your ears and listen.
I feel pain of the burning heat
Everyday's stress of going round.
Squeezing through a narrow path
Being avoided by everyone. Still
Never had I regretted a moment
You need purpose that makes it worth
Then some patience for short period
When you feel you can't take in more
Remember usless me have endured more
And that paradise is worth much more
#Everyone
#Poetry
#Review
Down to earth,
Physic tells it all,
Out of him she rose,
He is the head,
He has dominion.
He is fierce and strong,
Brave and courageous,
Bold and powerful,
His strength is divine,
And love is natural,
He conquers,
He fights endlessly till victory,
Victory is certain.
But beyond this,
Are his feelings and emotions,
His pains and sorrow.
In all this his silence is his wisdom,
His smile is his courage,
His weakness is his rib,
His humbleness, from his heart
HE IS A MAN
#poetry
#review
Physic tells it all,
Out of him she rose,
He is the head,
He has dominion.
He is fierce and strong,
Brave and courageous,
Bold and powerful,
His strength is divine,
And love is natural,
He conquers,
He fights endlessly till victory,
Victory is certain.
But beyond this,
Are his feelings and emotions,
His pains and sorrow.
In all this his silence is his wisdom,
His smile is his courage,
His weakness is his rib,
His humbleness, from his heart
HE IS A MAN
#poetry
#review
There alone in the shadows stitching
my last two pieces of happiness into
a beautiful shirt so I could wear it
over and over in a crowded streets,
and when people bump into me and smile,
I would smile back as if it's a way
to conjoin more pieces to my shirt,
but with every smile I would give
one piece is subtracted.
#review #everyone #dengbeny #prose
May I get your review on this
my last two pieces of happiness into
a beautiful shirt so I could wear it
over and over in a crowded streets,
and when people bump into me and smile,
I would smile back as if it's a way
to conjoin more pieces to my shirt,
but with every smile I would give
one piece is subtracted.
#review #everyone #dengbeny #prose
May I get your review on this
In a day, my life was changed
Same blue skies and green grass
Some how seem a little brighter today
I know that it's in my head
The world's the same as it's always been
My heart's a little lighter
With hope that I'll live longer
A little thought goes a long way
Kindness shows a great way
Troubles like the dew drops
Vanish under the sun's warmth
#poetry #review
Same blue skies and green grass
Some how seem a little brighter today
I know that it's in my head
The world's the same as it's always been
My heart's a little lighter
With hope that I'll live longer
A little thought goes a long way
Kindness shows a great way
Troubles like the dew drops
Vanish under the sun's warmth
#poetry #review
There are several secrets that dies with it's keeper. This particular secret however slipped out either from the secret keepers or the God.
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
#morningthoughts
#review
#music
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
#morningthoughts
#review
#music
.....LIVE ......
Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
#sima
#review
Someday I fly to high, now
Where is my wings.
I don't know
Why I can't fly away
From my loneliness
In this crucial midnight.
I don't know
Why did I suffer from
the man who caused me my peace,
they are now
unwanted guests in my palm.
I don't know
Savages of my heart now
Like the half burning desert.
I don't know
Where my heart ruins
down to the ground,
stare at the dusty trees and
dusty mountain ranges,
where one can stare
with dust and dusty branches.
I don't know
Am I filled with my emptiness or
half tears or the fear
of losing my loved one ?
I don't know.......... Still
I don't know........ Why?
#sima
#review
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The journey I began,
Was never meant for any pause
A weak soul I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
was like a little crack in the glass
Had once followed by the arrow of Cupid,
A holy blessing from the sky
But a weak soul I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
ran away to hide
"This world is like a box", it used to say
Hopeless as Pandora
Lucky as pirates.
You would never have the key,
So better run than to live
under the shadow of the pain
#review
#everyone
#poetry
The journey I began,
Was never meant for any pause
A weak soul I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
was like a little crack in the glass
Had once followed by the arrow of Cupid,
A holy blessing from the sky
But a weak soul I carried
Frightened and sensitive,
ran away to hide
"This world is like a box", it used to say
Hopeless as Pandora
Lucky as pirates.
You would never have the key,
So better run than to live
under the shadow of the pain
#review
#everyone
#poetry
*Bones in a dress*
There I rest on my throne
No flesh only bone
Oblivious to the world
Staring at the telephone
But Oh! The phone won't ring
It has no news to bring
So alone and quiet
I continue to sing
I sing for him
Who promised to call
But all I can hear
Is the silence in my hall
But oh! I keep forgetting a lot
I'm not in my bed
And it's been years since he's spot
Now I remember, I'm dead !
Oh dear me !
Such a forgetful mess
But what else would you expect
From bones in a dress?
#rajkumari
#everyone #review #poetry
There I rest on my throne
No flesh only bone
Oblivious to the world
Staring at the telephone
But Oh! The phone won't ring
It has no news to bring
So alone and quiet
I continue to sing
I sing for him
Who promised to call
But all I can hear
Is the silence in my hall
But oh! I keep forgetting a lot
I'm not in my bed
And it's been years since he's spot
Now I remember, I'm dead !
Oh dear me !
Such a forgetful mess
But what else would you expect
From bones in a dress?
#rajkumari
#everyone #review #poetry
I am making an illusion
against myself.
It is regrettable
in this talk of ours,
but it is even better
in this mystical form.
Once a heart has not
stopped my heart.
some have given up and
some have had a hope about myself.
It is from my inner self
that the question remains, too,
with the waiting for the answer.
The fear has not been
there since time,
but it is fear itself,
right to life.
They teach the art
of attempting to fly,
their own kinsfolk,
then they leaped to
a few distances or
even the shame of the society.
It is good that
I am at mask,
connected with,
mysterious circumstances.
#sima
#review
against myself.
It is regrettable
in this talk of ours,
but it is even better
in this mystical form.
Once a heart has not
stopped my heart.
some have given up and
some have had a hope about myself.
It is from my inner self
that the question remains, too,
with the waiting for the answer.
The fear has not been
there since time,
but it is fear itself,
right to life.
They teach the art
of attempting to fly,
their own kinsfolk,
then they leaped to
a few distances or
even the shame of the society.
It is good that
I am at mask,
connected with,
mysterious circumstances.
#sima
#review
#repost
#review
There are several secrets that dies with it's keeper. This particular secret however slipped out either from the secret keepers or the God.
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
#morningthoughts
#review
#music
#review
There are several secrets that dies with it's keeper. This particular secret however slipped out either from the secret keepers or the God.
This one is very powerful, mesmerising, magical. It lies within and without. Some see it, some feel it, some live with it and of course die with it.
This one secret can be expressed in any language of the world or beyond. Sometimes even nothing means something.
This secret heals everything and is not bound to a single organism.
This secret pushes you to take the next step when you want to give up.
This secret reaches to your veins faster than a syringe.
Sometimes it brings out a beautiful smile and sometimes the soul breaking tears.
From Rich to Poor, this secret is equal next to Love.
Some say this secret is just sound, some say it is a song. Nevertheless, Music is that secret that hits you hard that you feel the pain just to heal yourselves.
#morningthoughts
#review
#music
MY EXISTENCE.
Lips, mouth and tongue
This trio
I behold within me
Has been my first love and my biggest enemy too...,
Symphonic yet true
Anchored me my might,
With various people at various sight.
Was quite tight ,
When I was being plugged with some internal plight.
Shivered , rather tranquilized
Breaking the voices into barks ,
Heaving them at such a height.....
Tough yet I plough them at times ,
As they make me pull something
Some love some showers some words
That turn my existence into life.
#review
Lips, mouth and tongue
This trio
I behold within me
Has been my first love and my biggest enemy too...,
Symphonic yet true
Anchored me my might,
With various people at various sight.
Was quite tight ,
When I was being plugged with some internal plight.
Shivered , rather tranquilized
Breaking the voices into barks ,
Heaving them at such a height.....
Tough yet I plough them at times ,
As they make me pull something
Some love some showers some words
That turn my existence into life.
#review
*Numb*
Sometimes you feel so disconnected from everything that you don't even want to try to connect. You are with your friends, your family, your pet but you feel nothing. There's no trace of emotions. No sign of happiness. No sign of sadness either. You're just numb. Numb to the petty jokes, numb to the nasty comments, numb to the cute 'I love yous' , numb to everything that meant something to you. All you wanna do is cry, loudly, letting everything out but, you can't. You don't want to worry those around you. You don't want to answer their questions. You want to talk but not personally. Because when someone asks what's wrong all that comes out of your mouth is a sigh and your eyes tear up. So.. you write.
#rajkumari
#review #everyone #musing
Sometimes you feel so disconnected from everything that you don't even want to try to connect. You are with your friends, your family, your pet but you feel nothing. There's no trace of emotions. No sign of happiness. No sign of sadness either. You're just numb. Numb to the petty jokes, numb to the nasty comments, numb to the cute 'I love yous' , numb to everything that meant something to you. All you wanna do is cry, loudly, letting everything out but, you can't. You don't want to worry those around you. You don't want to answer their questions. You want to talk but not personally. Because when someone asks what's wrong all that comes out of your mouth is a sigh and your eyes tear up. So.. you write.
#rajkumari
#review #everyone #musing
Warm and breathtaking pink
Smoky and wild, I feel
As Sun passes the horizon
I start my day with that morning coffee.
A sip of your lips
Sweetness poured on your warm breeze
Goosebumps go high,
Eyes don't want any lie
I want the silence with me
While I'm making your tongue all mine
My innocent mind,
My DEER-like heart
The way your emotions are floating on my lips
Oh, honey, you are turning me into a hunter
Why are you tasting like Heaven?
Must've eaten a Miracle
Please tell me how to stop
Oh honey, If I get addicted once,
I wouldn't leave myself alone
..
#shubh
#review #everyone
Smoky and wild, I feel
As Sun passes the horizon
I start my day with that morning coffee.
A sip of your lips
Sweetness poured on your warm breeze
Goosebumps go high,
Eyes don't want any lie
I want the silence with me
While I'm making your tongue all mine
My innocent mind,
My DEER-like heart
The way your emotions are floating on my lips
Oh, honey, you are turning me into a hunter
Why are you tasting like Heaven?
Must've eaten a Miracle
Please tell me how to stop
Oh honey, If I get addicted once,
I wouldn't leave myself alone
..
#shubh
#review #everyone