From a sailor
................;
Ought we have sort
Ought we have fought
To abort this feeling of loneliness
A gesture explained by many experienced by some
A subtle wave
That we happen to find flowing inside us ,
OF
OUR COMING HOME
Yes ! We find laughter in small talks
We get low on getting smoky shots
We celebrate each festival Like it's our last
Lest we still miss that single CALL
OF
OUR COMING HOME
Yes
We have kissed the sky
And
Chereished love from sea
Tough
We have also seen, listened and attended it's cries too
Lest we stood strong to behold our lover (ship) tight
Ignoring to let it loose in harsh days
She taught us
The way to live and strength to belive ,
A heart to pull the sorrows and a mind to be steep;
And we stocked all this in piles
For the ones that have waited Long
FOR
OUR HOME COMING.
#mylife #review
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Ought we have sort
Ought we have fought
To abort this feeling of loneliness
A gesture explained by many experienced by some
A subtle wave
That we happen to find flowing inside us ,
OF
OUR COMING HOME
Yes ! We find laughter in small talks
We get low on getting smoky shots
We celebrate each festival Like it's our last
Lest we still miss that single CALL
OF
OUR COMING HOME
Yes
We have kissed the sky
And
Chereished love from sea
Tough
We have also seen, listened and attended it's cries too
Lest we stood strong to behold our lover (ship) tight
Ignoring to let it loose in harsh days
She taught us
The way to live and strength to belive ,
A heart to pull the sorrows and a mind to be steep;
And we stocked all this in piles
For the ones that have waited Long
FOR
OUR HOME COMING.
#mylife #review
A mirage arrives, like a flawed wish
Shunting the walls of the mind
It haunts
It taunts
It flaunts, the shackles it brings
My hands tied
Eyes blind
The mirage walks, in its own stride
I go enraptured
Legs walks their own path
Slowly and steadily
Towards the valley of deep dark oasis
Never to return again..
Never to reborn again...
#review #micropoetry #NCG
Shunting the walls of the mind
It haunts
It taunts
It flaunts, the shackles it brings
My hands tied
Eyes blind
The mirage walks, in its own stride
I go enraptured
Legs walks their own path
Slowly and steadily
Towards the valley of deep dark oasis
Never to return again..
Never to reborn again...
#review #micropoetry #NCG
*●Salvation In 10●*
Let there be light, out of nothing, the world was formed
Man wanted to stand tall, like Babel, but fell short
Kicked out of Eden, the outer world, a complete hazard
Then Cain sinned because he wasn't able to please God with his sacrifice
Things changed after Abraham and Moses
But it didn't bring enough shine, so the Son came down
So we could live a life ideal, milked with more grace
The car keys given to us to drive our way to eternity
Now that we are saved
●||The Scribe||●
#review
Let there be light, out of nothing, the world was formed
Man wanted to stand tall, like Babel, but fell short
Kicked out of Eden, the outer world, a complete hazard
Then Cain sinned because he wasn't able to please God with his sacrifice
Things changed after Abraham and Moses
But it didn't bring enough shine, so the Son came down
So we could live a life ideal, milked with more grace
The car keys given to us to drive our way to eternity
Now that we are saved
●||The Scribe||●
#review
We were chilling in my room yesterday night telling stories about how our moms would punish us when we were little. Jack was quiet the whole time when he suddenly surprised us with his experience.
"Jock, my mom has only caned me three times,"he said. We all looked at him surprised since it was impossible to recall the number of times an African mother caned her child.
"Did grow up paradise before veing dropped on earth?" Sherry asked sarcastically.
"No," he said quietly.
"Then how comes your mom has punished you very few times?" I asked him still surprised.
"Those three times are the only times my mom caned me. The rest of the punishment sessions must have been attempted murders,"he said proudly looking satisfied with his statement. We looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He had made our day.
#review
"Jock, my mom has only caned me three times,"he said. We all looked at him surprised since it was impossible to recall the number of times an African mother caned her child.
"Did grow up paradise before veing dropped on earth?" Sherry asked sarcastically.
"No," he said quietly.
"Then how comes your mom has punished you very few times?" I asked him still surprised.
"Those three times are the only times my mom caned me. The rest of the punishment sessions must have been attempted murders,"he said proudly looking satisfied with his statement. We looked at each other for a few seconds before bursting into laughter. He had made our day.
#review
*Beep*
As soon as he unplugged his phone from the charging port a notification from YouTube arrived. Plugging his earphone to watch the video he thought, ‘This will give the motivation I need to complete my work!’ His phone was still heating but at very less intensity as compared to half an hour before when he was playing games even while charging. He had some pending assignments to complete from which he had taken a break of 10 minutes which eventually lasted more than an hour. Since the deadline of those assignments was very far, he felt free to do it anytime soon but not at that moment. Well he was working on it when his phone gave him a warning about its temperature and so he had to put it down. But he was back at it again, though he was now watching the video, which he thinks was going to motivate him, and not playing games.
*Beep*
Just when the video ends, another notification arrives. It reads ‘It’s time to claim your reward and beat the enemies before they beat you!’ He opened the game as soon as he got the notification and lost in playing it.
Title of the video was: ‘Stop wasting your time and start utilising it!’
#review #everyone #djb #shortstory
As soon as he unplugged his phone from the charging port a notification from YouTube arrived. Plugging his earphone to watch the video he thought, ‘This will give the motivation I need to complete my work!’ His phone was still heating but at very less intensity as compared to half an hour before when he was playing games even while charging. He had some pending assignments to complete from which he had taken a break of 10 minutes which eventually lasted more than an hour. Since the deadline of those assignments was very far, he felt free to do it anytime soon but not at that moment. Well he was working on it when his phone gave him a warning about its temperature and so he had to put it down. But he was back at it again, though he was now watching the video, which he thinks was going to motivate him, and not playing games.
*Beep*
Just when the video ends, another notification arrives. It reads ‘It’s time to claim your reward and beat the enemies before they beat you!’ He opened the game as soon as he got the notification and lost in playing it.
Title of the video was: ‘Stop wasting your time and start utilising it!’
#review #everyone #djb #shortstory
One tight hug from the person you love is all you need when nothing's going right .
One hug from the right person and you start smiling all over again leaving all the tension , all the problems behind .
One hug from the right person is enough to motivate you , to over come each and every difficulty that comes in your way .
One hug is what matters the most .
#review
One hug from the right person and you start smiling all over again leaving all the tension , all the problems behind .
One hug from the right person is enough to motivate you , to over come each and every difficulty that comes in your way .
One hug is what matters the most .
#review
#review Hey friends...Please review
Airport Diaries"
I left his home like I left my solace and heading for despair. News struck me. The damage is done inside. I was in survival mode. Hardly breathing. I knew i wasnt courageous enough to end it. He was my life line. This was my only chance. I have to either move forward like a living dead.. or run back to him and live in pain of being the last option for him. But isnt pain good. Atleast pain meant i was alive and being human? Was life without any sensation worth?
Airport Diaries"
I left his home like I left my solace and heading for despair. News struck me. The damage is done inside. I was in survival mode. Hardly breathing. I knew i wasnt courageous enough to end it. He was my life line. This was my only chance. I have to either move forward like a living dead.. or run back to him and live in pain of being the last option for him. But isnt pain good. Atleast pain meant i was alive and being human? Was life without any sensation worth?
When you hold my hand I fell strong ,
Iam the happiest person when you are around . When you hold my hand , I want the time stop , I want to live that moment for the rest of my life . I feel like I am the cutest person when you kiss my chicks . I went crazy when you said 'I love you' for the first time . And today I am left with nothing but the memories . I want to live those days again with you . I hope you can hear me , lets start it all over again and this time no misunderstandings , no fights , no egos , lets make it till the end how we wanted it to be .
#review
Iam the happiest person when you are around . When you hold my hand , I want the time stop , I want to live that moment for the rest of my life . I feel like I am the cutest person when you kiss my chicks . I went crazy when you said 'I love you' for the first time . And today I am left with nothing but the memories . I want to live those days again with you . I hope you can hear me , lets start it all over again and this time no misunderstandings , no fights , no egos , lets make it till the end how we wanted it to be .
#review
Descending stairs
Left behind a train of thought
Which I knew, will take me back
Smile and waved , hid truth inside
Cursed the moment but here atlast
During this ghostly charms, felt to
break the shell and fly away.
though as fabulous it'd be
How much can I fool myself when
I've got enough blood to bathe
and drown carelessly for
a peace of mind
#poem #everyone #gop_c #review
Left behind a train of thought
Which I knew, will take me back
Smile and waved , hid truth inside
Cursed the moment but here atlast
During this ghostly charms, felt to
break the shell and fly away.
though as fabulous it'd be
How much can I fool myself when
I've got enough blood to bathe
and drown carelessly for
a peace of mind
#poem #everyone #gop_c #review
A pair of eyes, so beautiful
Full of life, so bountiful
A moment of weakness that passed by
Left my heart so empty so vacuumfull
I filled it up with moments, Of our so many so little talks
For i don't know how long it will be
Till the time, my destiny knocks...
#NCG #micropoetry #review
Full of life, so bountiful
A moment of weakness that passed by
Left my heart so empty so vacuumfull
I filled it up with moments, Of our so many so little talks
For i don't know how long it will be
Till the time, my destiny knocks...
#NCG #micropoetry #review
Not one drop of love..
Can she spare
For he waits..
Parched..
On the road to her heart..
A drop is all he needs
To keep afloat
On the ocean
Of tears
That wept from his heart
Mornings may bring the sunshine
But he is always fine
To find her in his bed
Radiant
Flamboyant
Silvery
For her face is lit like thousand suns
And cool of the moon
For now he goes
Like a free spirit
Kindered
By her light
With a smile on his face
In midst of all the avarice
Like a boon
#NCG #poem #review #love
Can she spare
For he waits..
Parched..
On the road to her heart..
A drop is all he needs
To keep afloat
On the ocean
Of tears
That wept from his heart
Mornings may bring the sunshine
But he is always fine
To find her in his bed
Radiant
Flamboyant
Silvery
For her face is lit like thousand suns
And cool of the moon
For now he goes
Like a free spirit
Kindered
By her light
With a smile on his face
In midst of all the avarice
Like a boon
#NCG #poem #review #love
#Review The Guy at TT table
So, I was sucking at sport as always and this time particularly at table tennis and making an ass out of myself, until I met this short but affable guy, who was playing with his friends at the adjacent table, with a bunch of non-players like me. For every serve he plays and there goes the opponent’s bat right up the sky as if they were replicating the shots of MSD from world cup finale, and there was this chimpanzee jumping around the table as if it is not table tennis but ‘who wins the Super-Mario crown’, the other star fish girl, she is a real limelight stealer. It has been weeks since we used to play at our games arena post lunch and it has become my habit to observe these characters every day. and on one fine day I noticed improvement in each one of them. I mean come on, this society can’t straighten up a dog’s tail but something has surely taught these chimpanzees and star fish to play table tennis.
Then I remembered, it wasn’t much of a miracle because I recall hearing the phrases during our play, nice, awesome, what a shot, it will go – it will go, keep on, now that is called a shot and let me remind you these words of wisdom weren’t the ones, I heard post miracle. but those were the words of encouragement which has made the transformation during their naivety. Sometimes it happened so that, I have seen others play a normal pass and heard him praising and brimming each one of them with the confidence they needed to be in the field, to not give up because of some silly shots or because someone might be watching or laughing. because the aura that he was scintillating around that table, was sort of a shield to fight both the inner doubts and the outer prejudices to keep these at bay and lure them to just play with their full focus on the table.
And then I look back and ponder over my sport interests and see that bucket completely unused, and wishing to had someone like this ‘guy at the TT table’ at my early days of sporting. I guess we all have encountered this lack of support at different stages of our life, which could have made a huge impact on our lives to become what we all have always dreamt of. may be a supporting father for a salsa dancer, a supporting friend to win an argument, a supporting mother for a women cricket player, a good mentor to get you through the bridge and all it takes is the simplest words of encouragement in its purest form. Imagine the power of this composition of sound and vibrations which can be as transient as a real person’s effort, which can really help someone to jump from bad to good, good to better and to the best.
Wonder what a society would have been if we had so many like this ‘guy at the TT table’, around us, if we could just try to be like him once in a day. I believe we all can make a difference and make someone good at something with just two words of encouragement. I have mine, do you have yours?
So, I was sucking at sport as always and this time particularly at table tennis and making an ass out of myself, until I met this short but affable guy, who was playing with his friends at the adjacent table, with a bunch of non-players like me. For every serve he plays and there goes the opponent’s bat right up the sky as if they were replicating the shots of MSD from world cup finale, and there was this chimpanzee jumping around the table as if it is not table tennis but ‘who wins the Super-Mario crown’, the other star fish girl, she is a real limelight stealer. It has been weeks since we used to play at our games arena post lunch and it has become my habit to observe these characters every day. and on one fine day I noticed improvement in each one of them. I mean come on, this society can’t straighten up a dog’s tail but something has surely taught these chimpanzees and star fish to play table tennis.
Then I remembered, it wasn’t much of a miracle because I recall hearing the phrases during our play, nice, awesome, what a shot, it will go – it will go, keep on, now that is called a shot and let me remind you these words of wisdom weren’t the ones, I heard post miracle. but those were the words of encouragement which has made the transformation during their naivety. Sometimes it happened so that, I have seen others play a normal pass and heard him praising and brimming each one of them with the confidence they needed to be in the field, to not give up because of some silly shots or because someone might be watching or laughing. because the aura that he was scintillating around that table, was sort of a shield to fight both the inner doubts and the outer prejudices to keep these at bay and lure them to just play with their full focus on the table.
And then I look back and ponder over my sport interests and see that bucket completely unused, and wishing to had someone like this ‘guy at the TT table’ at my early days of sporting. I guess we all have encountered this lack of support at different stages of our life, which could have made a huge impact on our lives to become what we all have always dreamt of. may be a supporting father for a salsa dancer, a supporting friend to win an argument, a supporting mother for a women cricket player, a good mentor to get you through the bridge and all it takes is the simplest words of encouragement in its purest form. Imagine the power of this composition of sound and vibrations which can be as transient as a real person’s effort, which can really help someone to jump from bad to good, good to better and to the best.
Wonder what a society would have been if we had so many like this ‘guy at the TT table’, around us, if we could just try to be like him once in a day. I believe we all can make a difference and make someone good at something with just two words of encouragement. I have mine, do you have yours?
Love is fine,
Love is shine,
Love is everything for mine...!!
Love is feeling,
Love is pain,
Love is every situation in medicine...!!
- Akash
#Review
Love is shine,
Love is everything for mine...!!
Love is feeling,
Love is pain,
Love is every situation in medicine...!!
- Akash
#Review
Oh dude, do you see
In me -- the kindled spree
The joyous and lovely me
In times when you set me free
Sristi
#review
In me -- the kindled spree
The joyous and lovely me
In times when you set me free
Sristi
#review
"Sociopath"
Thirsty mind filled with bloody dreams,
Cold heart covered in war screams,
Hungry eyes eagerly wanting to make scenes,
And killer hands tasting the human meats..
Dark side isn't leaving god to deal with reality,
This inside demon never had any fantasy,
With hopes to change the living mentality,
Waking the maniac to show world true insanity..
"The mind you create today, is the way you gonna walk tommorow"
#review
Thirsty mind filled with bloody dreams,
Cold heart covered in war screams,
Hungry eyes eagerly wanting to make scenes,
And killer hands tasting the human meats..
Dark side isn't leaving god to deal with reality,
This inside demon never had any fantasy,
With hopes to change the living mentality,
Waking the maniac to show world true insanity..
"The mind you create today, is the way you gonna walk tommorow"
#review
Walk like you own the world ,
Talk like you own the words ,
But Rule like you own nothing ,
Be a real Queen.
#review
Talk like you own the words ,
But Rule like you own nothing ,
Be a real Queen.
#review
We both plying strangers
When you know that its me and I also know that its you but we both choose to play strangers
We have mastered this art in these passing years
When you try to get worst out of me, I also want quite low to see your dirty side
You stigmatize it as my desperation, i take it as your immaturity
We both know that if we need it we can have it, neither you nor i am accountable to anyone or each other
That might be worthless piece of meat for her but for you henceforth a proven bitch
#review
When you know that its me and I also know that its you but we both choose to play strangers
We have mastered this art in these passing years
When you try to get worst out of me, I also want quite low to see your dirty side
You stigmatize it as my desperation, i take it as your immaturity
We both know that if we need it we can have it, neither you nor i am accountable to anyone or each other
That might be worthless piece of meat for her but for you henceforth a proven bitch
#review
The Day you Left me in the middle of our Voyage,
With my sinking ship,
Somehow I managed to reach the Shore of nowhere.
Standing Alone, Numb and Clueless, Trying to Sync with this environs of Blues
Looking at the Sky of Blurry Hopes.
Hoping, waiting , you will come again, gather me like before
and Drag me to our World of Ecstasy.
#review
With my sinking ship,
Somehow I managed to reach the Shore of nowhere.
Standing Alone, Numb and Clueless, Trying to Sync with this environs of Blues
Looking at the Sky of Blurry Hopes.
Hoping, waiting , you will come again, gather me like before
and Drag me to our World of Ecstasy.
#review
Voice With No Name
Do you remember anything about me?
The time I and you knew how hard anyone could feel,
We shaded all with care,
Letting everybody know how to be fair.
Remember, when words were infused inside,
Making us fear it's the hardest rhyme,
We pushed and pull,
Still, perched on each other untill the moon turned full.
The time she felt so lonely,
I turned you into a friend more than a family,
You embraced her instead of pushing away,
Letting the world know how to spread love and stay.
Do you remember when me and you had our worst fight?
When you started taking me so light,
The way you resisted to think about me,
Raising anger in your eyes towards,
How could I always focus on good things?
You explained and asked me to change my faith,
Telling me this place is not for me and I need to rage,
Well! You were the controller,
And I did as you say.
I turned you into a breaking news,
As you raped a woman walking on the dark way,
What could hurt anyone the most?
You became the enemy of your own.
People started calling you illiterate,
A person numb and frustrate,
Now you cry and cribble behind the rods,
Praying to be back in the world before, I was draught.
So, you think now you know me?
For I tell you your turning story,
Yes! I'm the one who focused always on good things,
I'm the good voice in you who feels for you sorry.
#review
Do you remember anything about me?
The time I and you knew how hard anyone could feel,
We shaded all with care,
Letting everybody know how to be fair.
Remember, when words were infused inside,
Making us fear it's the hardest rhyme,
We pushed and pull,
Still, perched on each other untill the moon turned full.
The time she felt so lonely,
I turned you into a friend more than a family,
You embraced her instead of pushing away,
Letting the world know how to spread love and stay.
Do you remember when me and you had our worst fight?
When you started taking me so light,
The way you resisted to think about me,
Raising anger in your eyes towards,
How could I always focus on good things?
You explained and asked me to change my faith,
Telling me this place is not for me and I need to rage,
Well! You were the controller,
And I did as you say.
I turned you into a breaking news,
As you raped a woman walking on the dark way,
What could hurt anyone the most?
You became the enemy of your own.
People started calling you illiterate,
A person numb and frustrate,
Now you cry and cribble behind the rods,
Praying to be back in the world before, I was draught.
So, you think now you know me?
For I tell you your turning story,
Yes! I'm the one who focused always on good things,
I'm the good voice in you who feels for you sorry.
#review
No mom, we are not separating
There she stands,on the fifth floor,
my mother, erect and still,
a small faced woman and
Even smaller now
Bidding farewell on the balcony and
mseems an inch long wearing her
red dotted slippers
and a pony long-stretched
A most comic person though quite alike now
Pale and face more faded than ever
Tears mock at her but
She be still hides them swabing her hand
Tough for others, Tougher for herself
Her eyes red and deepened and
beneath a smile wrinkled, dried and
liked by all
I moved a four but she didn't but
her head
She dumb, numb and dead as a doornail
All sorts of pain resides in her and
she couldn't show, she couldn't weep,
She couldn't speak
as this would make her child weak
And as customary flared her hand at me,
erect still, she felt me separating
And she stared me for long
and for long stared the way I went.
#review #shiningstone
There she stands,on the fifth floor,
my mother, erect and still,
a small faced woman and
Even smaller now
Bidding farewell on the balcony and
mseems an inch long wearing her
red dotted slippers
and a pony long-stretched
A most comic person though quite alike now
Pale and face more faded than ever
Tears mock at her but
She be still hides them swabing her hand
Tough for others, Tougher for herself
Her eyes red and deepened and
beneath a smile wrinkled, dried and
liked by all
I moved a four but she didn't but
her head
She dumb, numb and dead as a doornail
All sorts of pain resides in her and
she couldn't show, she couldn't weep,
She couldn't speak
as this would make her child weak
And as customary flared her hand at me,
erect still, she felt me separating
And she stared me for long
and for long stared the way I went.
#review #shiningstone