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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
Breathe ! Glide over the mountains
Like the cold sun at dawn
And split the sky in half
Let the milky way know and let the higher beings know
Of your existence
And callow youth
Let her know that the laconic dialogues mean much more
To you
And when the waterfall throws you across
It's for her
The moonglade is what will take you to her
Across the sea and across the world
On the moon you will find her
On the moon is where you meet: if you do
#poem #review #Review #Poem
Like the cold sun at dawn
And split the sky in half
Let the milky way know and let the higher beings know
Of your existence
And callow youth
Let her know that the laconic dialogues mean much more
To you
And when the waterfall throws you across
It's for her
The moonglade is what will take you to her
Across the sea and across the world
On the moon you will find her
On the moon is where you meet: if you do
#poem #review #Review #Poem
We build a house out of a cardboard box
To keep us warm in the cold
We hang pictures in the wall to make it feel like home
We were happy in the safety of our cardboard house
But certainty is a summer dream.
Dark clouds starts to appear
We thought our cardboard could handle the storm
But the wind and the hail becomes too strong for a house without a pillar.
The house crumbled
And we crushed with it
The pieces to never mend
That is what happens when you build a house out of a cardboard box.
#peridot. #review
To keep us warm in the cold
We hang pictures in the wall to make it feel like home
We were happy in the safety of our cardboard house
But certainty is a summer dream.
Dark clouds starts to appear
We thought our cardboard could handle the storm
But the wind and the hail becomes too strong for a house without a pillar.
The house crumbled
And we crushed with it
The pieces to never mend
That is what happens when you build a house out of a cardboard box.
#peridot. #review
My Friend Today
Hey! you Today!
do you remember those shiny days;
when happiness coming from many ways.
it was nice, cosy, sweet; like floating ganga:
and now only a deep void sound lays
Oh! that time,
burden was just a word from thrilling story;
hailing Seemed irrigation, like God gives exciting lottery.
and in this stave of life, I know that was a superstition;
Oof! cause now all those loathsome words are a part of my drizzling poetry.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
Hey! you Today!
do you remember those shiny days;
when happiness coming from many ways.
it was nice, cosy, sweet; like floating ganga:
and now only a deep void sound lays
Oh! that time,
burden was just a word from thrilling story;
hailing Seemed irrigation, like God gives exciting lottery.
and in this stave of life, I know that was a superstition;
Oof! cause now all those loathsome words are a part of my drizzling poetry.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
#short_story
#kr
#review
#everyone
The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
#kr
#review
#everyone
The Price is Paid
Part 9
The altar smells of fresh body boiling. Lolopi watches the boy with a tremendous smile on his face, both of his hands raised skyward as for worship. Danro's screeches are thin, sharp, and rapid enough to conclude that he has gone mad. The disastrous temperature has driven him insane. His body, unlike a person burning alive, is shivering instead of struggling to get out of the altar, as though drowning in a pond of ice cubes.
Lolopi looks upward and stares at the empty ceiling, uttering words Danro's filled ears could not listen, let alone comprehend. Lolopi's voice competes to dominate the atmosphere over Danro's hideous screams. Every corner of his body, with the exception of his face, melts and unites with the boiling, yellow fluid. The yellow is accepting the red of his blood and is eventually birthing orange.
Danro's body is resisting to give in, fighting and thriving. His animalistic instinct to stay alive, to defy death, holds him conscious for as long as it could, even if he sincerely wishes it to be quick. His throat, and around it, turns into mere liquid. Gargling sounds elude his dispersing throat. When the heat becomes too unbearable, his whole body shuts down. The open eyes lose power and lifelessly stare upward. He floats like a dead body would on a surface of water, but only his bones are floating. The rest of him has dissolved.
Lolopi never quits yelling strange words. The torches hanging around the hell increase their lights greatly, and in the dark sky above, a symbolic moon appears. The moon's coloration resembles the orange on the altar. Lolopi's sweaty body glitters orange, the moon shining; the whole hell glows orange. The moon looks like an eye, its iris crimson. Confined in the iris, its lens is white.
"Your parents betrayed their word," Lolopi said, looking away from the eye-shaped moon. His own eyes has begun glowing red, those pleasant, dim burns. "You belonged to me and now they're late for the delivery. Those bastards—the contract must have murdered them by now. I've been needing this for a long time. This energy."
Danro's bones never melted and are still floating over the bubbling liquid, as are his eyes gazing at the moon. The eyes are attached in their sockets, in the skull, and each of the lenses send two thin rays of light at the moon's lens. The lens of the moon shines in white and reflects a blighter, bigger beam that spotlights the center of Lolopi's forehead.
Lolopi exhales satisfaction when the beam lands on him. He inhales through his teeth. "Yes, boy, let go. You are mine now." His hands form a strong pair of fists. The beams from Danro's eyes become too bright for the eye, and Lolopi closes his eyes. Penetrating the forehead, the ray from the moon grows strong, as does Danro's.
He roars when his forehead smokes. "Yes! YOU ARE MINE!"
The rays from Danro's eyes traveling in the moon are no more. The moon's line of light fully jumps in Lolopi's burrowed forehead. Lolopi kneels, invisible force goading him downward. The white beams disappear, the moon is fading in the darkness, and the eyes of Danro melt.
"That's a dinner I have missed for a long while now," Lolopi says; his voice has gotten deeper. He evaluates his hands fisting and releasing, and his muscles have gained better strength and weight. His forehead is a black hole. He stomps on foot, the ground cracking as he stepped.
"UGGGRRRRRHHHHH!"
The owl-faced demons screech their worship, flying in the dark skies, through the dark clouds, as his roar causes turmoil in hell. Facing the pit black sky, he raises an arm to put his new energy to test—
His heart begins racing and aching. A heavy series of cough scratches and pummels his esophagus. The whites of his eyes turn red, and blood is pouring from his ears. He falls to his knees. "What is this? What have you done, boy?"
This world is amazing sometimes,
Birds are searching for home and men for wings.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
Birds are searching for home and men for wings.
#review #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
"Happy" is home "happy" is my wife
Her Who colors my balck, white life
She gives it pink, a little green
Takes me to places i've never been
My emotion roller coaster
Source of true love a true laughter
She breaths joy right through me
To the woman who made me....me
To the woman who rasies my kids
To the women who won't bend knees
To the the strongest person that i know
To our grand love that only grow
To your patience that has no end
My injured heart that has been saved
"Thankful" i am everyday
God gave me you he made his way
You are my gift right from above
You are my peace my whitest dove
Your existance, it's just priceless
Only payment for my prayers
For all those things because of you
I will never stop loving you.
#poetry #GG #review #everyone
Her Who colors my balck, white life
She gives it pink, a little green
Takes me to places i've never been
My emotion roller coaster
Source of true love a true laughter
She breaths joy right through me
To the woman who made me....me
To the woman who rasies my kids
To the women who won't bend knees
To the the strongest person that i know
To our grand love that only grow
To your patience that has no end
My injured heart that has been saved
"Thankful" i am everyday
God gave me you he made his way
You are my gift right from above
You are my peace my whitest dove
Your existance, it's just priceless
Only payment for my prayers
For all those things because of you
I will never stop loving you.
#poetry #GG #review #everyone