The ink in the words of my diary
Rot within the thick white papers now
The smells know no freedom.
I sit with my voices, indistinct
Talking to my red clothed treasure
Wishing for some magic to encounter
To turn the writings my life again.
The world captive between the pages
Calls me to step there again
But the reality ties my legs up to hell
Fire and pain rise from the earth
And wait for my skins to soak them up
My nerves scream in cold nights
Hunting the calmness of my brain
And makes me stand at my window
To look into the stars
And search for the moon of my past.
The diary on my table mocks a smile,
Laughs at my foolish eyes
Read me again, i hear it ruin the night
I then go to my bed and try a death
But i know
I'm going to explore the lost again
And caress my tears and my scars
over the old brown pages in my diary.
-subh
#review
Rot within the thick white papers now
The smells know no freedom.
I sit with my voices, indistinct
Talking to my red clothed treasure
Wishing for some magic to encounter
To turn the writings my life again.
The world captive between the pages
Calls me to step there again
But the reality ties my legs up to hell
Fire and pain rise from the earth
And wait for my skins to soak them up
My nerves scream in cold nights
Hunting the calmness of my brain
And makes me stand at my window
To look into the stars
And search for the moon of my past.
The diary on my table mocks a smile,
Laughs at my foolish eyes
Read me again, i hear it ruin the night
I then go to my bed and try a death
But i know
I'm going to explore the lost again
And caress my tears and my scars
over the old brown pages in my diary.
-subh
#review
The ink in the words of my diary
Rot within the thick white papers now
The smells know no freedom.
I sit with my voices, indistinct
Talking to my red clothed treasure
Wishing for some magic to encounter
To turn the writings my life again.
The world captive between the pages
Calls me to step there again
But the reality ties my legs up to hell
Fire and pain rise from the earth
And wait for my skins to soak them up
My nerves scream in cold nights
Hunting the calmness of my brain
And makes me stand at my window
To look into the stars
And search for the moon of my past.
The diary on my table mocks a smile,
Laughs at my foolish eyes
Read me again, i hear it ruin the night
I then go to my bed and try a death
But i know
I'm going to explore the lost again
And caress my tears and my scars
over the old brown pages in my diary.
-subh
#review #subh
Rot within the thick white papers now
The smells know no freedom.
I sit with my voices, indistinct
Talking to my red clothed treasure
Wishing for some magic to encounter
To turn the writings my life again.
The world captive between the pages
Calls me to step there again
But the reality ties my legs up to hell
Fire and pain rise from the earth
And wait for my skins to soak them up
My nerves scream in cold nights
Hunting the calmness of my brain
And makes me stand at my window
To look into the stars
And search for the moon of my past.
The diary on my table mocks a smile,
Laughs at my foolish eyes
Read me again, i hear it ruin the night
I then go to my bed and try a death
But i know
I'm going to explore the lost again
And caress my tears and my scars
over the old brown pages in my diary.
-subh
#review #subh
VISION
I don't want to see the future
If I had a power though.
What happen when I'll see myself A sad creature
Like no power to stop the error/arrow who skipped from the bow.
If I'll not able to cure those fractures
Then how I could live with that law.
So I am happy with today's nature
Here I can make my future everyday you know.
Thought, moments, Breath & love; we have all the feature
And those are enough for a shiny aim to grow.
human! Only kin for car, gold and money to capture
But there calculation of success is away from life's math and bio.
In this play sometime thinks, Am I using right guesture
dedication, determine and work hard or should I let myself with the universe Flow.
The time is doing very bad, said but have faith on the Watcher
All those reason Makes a Vision and it turns into my good fellow.
I just asked a power of Amour propre(self love)
Cause that my vision and that will my anthem; Amour propre-Amour propre.
Till then I am not tense
Just working on dream drawing.
You will see one day of course; when I am Glowing.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
I don't want to see the future
If I had a power though.
What happen when I'll see myself A sad creature
Like no power to stop the error/arrow who skipped from the bow.
If I'll not able to cure those fractures
Then how I could live with that law.
So I am happy with today's nature
Here I can make my future everyday you know.
Thought, moments, Breath & love; we have all the feature
And those are enough for a shiny aim to grow.
human! Only kin for car, gold and money to capture
But there calculation of success is away from life's math and bio.
In this play sometime thinks, Am I using right guesture
dedication, determine and work hard or should I let myself with the universe Flow.
The time is doing very bad, said but have faith on the Watcher
All those reason Makes a Vision and it turns into my good fellow.
I just asked a power of Amour propre(self love)
Cause that my vision and that will my anthem; Amour propre-Amour propre.
Till then I am not tense
Just working on dream drawing.
You will see one day of course; when I am Glowing.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
enjoy holi with colours called rangoli
make slowly noice of happiness
crash all the mind's obstacle's
go through with this season
don't wait for any reason
just enjoy this weather
with friends together
#ambarsariya
#review#ambarsariya
#review
make slowly noice of happiness
crash all the mind's obstacle's
go through with this season
don't wait for any reason
just enjoy this weather
with friends together
#ambarsariya
#review#ambarsariya
#review
#warning #suicide #trigger
Closure.
One by one, each rose to their feet and read their tearful ‘custom-made’ letter, which was written in Georgie’s handwriting.
Only a few hours before he had been placed beneath the earth, motionless and silent.
I was his best friend, or so I thought, but my letter suggested otherwise.
I flattened my tie and cleared my throat. Everyone's eyes were locked on me now, waiting for me to make my way down to the coffin, where my former-best-friend was lying dead.
I couldn’t even feel sad for you in your own funeral, mate.
Heat was radiating from my brain and into every bit and tissue in my body. I was furious.
It was just lying there, harmless as it once seemed, in my mailbox with my name on it- black on white. Ironic enough, I remember thinking to myself that a person who sends letters these days must be either tying the knot or getting buried. I was right about one thing, well kind of.
#review #Talella
Closure.
One by one, each rose to their feet and read their tearful ‘custom-made’ letter, which was written in Georgie’s handwriting.
Only a few hours before he had been placed beneath the earth, motionless and silent.
I was his best friend, or so I thought, but my letter suggested otherwise.
I flattened my tie and cleared my throat. Everyone's eyes were locked on me now, waiting for me to make my way down to the coffin, where my former-best-friend was lying dead.
I couldn’t even feel sad for you in your own funeral, mate.
Heat was radiating from my brain and into every bit and tissue in my body. I was furious.
It was just lying there, harmless as it once seemed, in my mailbox with my name on it- black on white. Ironic enough, I remember thinking to myself that a person who sends letters these days must be either tying the knot or getting buried. I was right about one thing, well kind of.
#review #Talella
#poetry #ritwikahlawat #Review #review #Poetry
I lie on the grass
The clouds sundered; abstract
And beside me lays a woman
Young and beautiful
Purple flowers sheath us
She swings and touches my face
I touch hers
And as we wonder about the time we spend together
The trees sway; uncalled for and calming
Pastel colors and feelings
I seek her
I always will
I won't forget and stop wondering
And the clouds will always remember too
In all of their abstraction
They will send me to you
#Review #love
I lie on the grass
The clouds sundered; abstract
And beside me lays a woman
Young and beautiful
Purple flowers sheath us
She swings and touches my face
I touch hers
And as we wonder about the time we spend together
The trees sway; uncalled for and calming
Pastel colors and feelings
I seek her
I always will
I won't forget and stop wondering
And the clouds will always remember too
In all of their abstraction
They will send me to you
#Review #love
#article #Chinna #Review #article #Change
It's often believed that people change as they grow older"
Yes, if you consider the statement morphologically, transformations will happen when human growth occurs and it is raw, but if you consider it intellectually somebody grow and some don't or never (not about mental health and it's about their Characters and how much they value people and how they have been valued in the society).. and this also depends on the environment in which the community grow, to give you an example, I could explain a video which I often watch on YouTube, an acquit crying before his classmate who was supposed to be the Magistrate for the case which he is acquitted and after seeing her classmate as an acquit she recalled the court that, he was an outstanding kid in school days. With this, It is now clear that it's only the environment in which they both matured changed their life as a prisoner and a judge (doesn't changed her character and progressed as a positive human).
I would also like to point out that change is necessary in this world and that's the only term which hasn't got changed in this solo human explored life existing planet, the earth and the galaxy. If we look at the phrase from this way when people change as they grow older and the growth may be in any field which yields money, property or even fame, but if the growth helped them and their environment to lead the life in a constructive way with minimum dignity then Changes in this planet are always great.
It's often believed that people change as they grow older"
Yes, if you consider the statement morphologically, transformations will happen when human growth occurs and it is raw, but if you consider it intellectually somebody grow and some don't or never (not about mental health and it's about their Characters and how much they value people and how they have been valued in the society).. and this also depends on the environment in which the community grow, to give you an example, I could explain a video which I often watch on YouTube, an acquit crying before his classmate who was supposed to be the Magistrate for the case which he is acquitted and after seeing her classmate as an acquit she recalled the court that, he was an outstanding kid in school days. With this, It is now clear that it's only the environment in which they both matured changed their life as a prisoner and a judge (doesn't changed her character and progressed as a positive human).
I would also like to point out that change is necessary in this world and that's the only term which hasn't got changed in this solo human explored life existing planet, the earth and the galaxy. If we look at the phrase from this way when people change as they grow older and the growth may be in any field which yields money, property or even fame, but if the growth helped them and their environment to lead the life in a constructive way with minimum dignity then Changes in this planet are always great.
No Matter How's Colour You Are,
No Matter How's Away You Are,
No Matter How's Longs You Are,
No Matter How's Close You Are,
I loved with your Spirit Not Your Body,
Did You Think I Am Lusty,
BUT I Have Lust Not Your Body
But I Have Lust To Get Your Spirit
Every Moment You are Close to Me,
Your Memories Always is in My Heart ,
Those Day with You Are My Golden Period,
I Know You Are Not in My Life,
If You are Not in my Life But I have A lots of Memories With You To Spend My times,
#Review
-The Ranga
No Matter How's Away You Are,
No Matter How's Longs You Are,
No Matter How's Close You Are,
I loved with your Spirit Not Your Body,
Did You Think I Am Lusty,
BUT I Have Lust Not Your Body
But I Have Lust To Get Your Spirit
Every Moment You are Close to Me,
Your Memories Always is in My Heart ,
Those Day with You Are My Golden Period,
I Know You Are Not in My Life,
If You are Not in my Life But I have A lots of Memories With You To Spend My times,
#Review
-The Ranga
Life is a Bird
It fly high in the sky like a knight
With muscular bosom through the tuff air
Too much chatter, ups and downs than spreads a quite
One branch to another, incredible destiny's fair
Entitled to sky, from down to eve life belongs here
Flying above the peak towards the sun light
We lives here in a huge herd
Sometimes we have a lot to say
But sometime there is no word
We were laughing fun, now lonely at the Bay
What a big play is this, from cloud to clay
I think life is a beauteous bird
Wandering on the wings of hope and with struggle, life is perfectly curved.
Claws with full of Josh and glooming eyes
Sometime the circumstances are not ok or feathers are curled
But we know after every sunset, dark, we gets a rise
There is the law, the flow of nature not just a dice
We have endless surfaces of dreams, aims
Really life is a beautiful bird
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
It fly high in the sky like a knight
With muscular bosom through the tuff air
Too much chatter, ups and downs than spreads a quite
One branch to another, incredible destiny's fair
Entitled to sky, from down to eve life belongs here
Flying above the peak towards the sun light
We lives here in a huge herd
Sometimes we have a lot to say
But sometime there is no word
We were laughing fun, now lonely at the Bay
What a big play is this, from cloud to clay
I think life is a beauteous bird
Wandering on the wings of hope and with struggle, life is perfectly curved.
Claws with full of Josh and glooming eyes
Sometime the circumstances are not ok or feathers are curled
But we know after every sunset, dark, we gets a rise
There is the law, the flow of nature not just a dice
We have endless surfaces of dreams, aims
Really life is a beautiful bird
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
Shattered into millions to make the sky shine.
I am star to your nights.
#review #nights #lone #randomthoughts
I am star to your nights.
#review #nights #lone #randomthoughts
How the future came soon.
The dried rivers are sin
Darkness brings down every noon.
But the news is never new.
How the future came too soon.
why the future looks seem so gloom.
promising all the great but never came true.
The future has come too soon.
All the dreams took off too soon blown
It seems we are going to have a stillbirth.
better still premature death all around. #poem #review #yourreview
The dried rivers are sin
Darkness brings down every noon.
But the news is never new.
How the future came too soon.
why the future looks seem so gloom.
promising all the great but never came true.
The future has come too soon.
All the dreams took off too soon blown
It seems we are going to have a stillbirth.
better still premature death all around. #poem #review #yourreview