Sometimes to win Big outside,
we have to lose several battles inside.
#yourreview
I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
we have to lose several battles inside.
#yourreview
I tried to modify it so it may sound realistic.
The walls are yellow
As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
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As the moon shines in a different colour tonight
Etching and scratching on the walls
Two lovers reminisce
And I look out of the window and see the white clouds, visible in the night sky like pretentious shadows
The universe appears to move slower
The yellow Gulmohar has acquaintance
And I for one don't
Melancholicly I will sing tonight, like the nightingale, and I will mark myself for her
For her, I will go outside and hack our names on the wide bark and wait
Till she hears my song and finally becomes mine;the moon changes colour
#poem #review #Review #ritwikahlawat
As good as bad
For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
#poem #review #everyone #K_Mohan
For a reason
there is positive beside negative,
We have X and Y,
Do you know why there is why ?
Why don't we fly ?
Is it because we are attached ?
Or we are detached
from love ?
Some are wealthy
as there are poor.
There is a variation
consistently
as white as black,
as good as bad.
#poem #review #everyone #K_Mohan
THERE ARE SOME PEOPLE WHO LIVE IN MAKKAH AND MADINAH. AND
THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE MAKKAH AND MADINAH LIVING IN THEM.
#Review #random #firstonehere
THERE ARE OTHERS WHO HAVE MAKKAH AND MADINAH LIVING IN THEM.
#Review #random #firstonehere
Who is Good?
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
Skin of old,
Skin of newborn
Alike.
I use skin to create
Of nothing less
but human.
What I make,
is wonder
and dreams.
And here I sit,
my ink your blood,
my paper your unborn.
Yet, there you stand
with greedy eyes,
still asking for more.
#prosa #review #Shadowfall
I'm drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come.
I'm tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist.
Not having played
the game of chess
I'm already the checkmate.
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I'm already drunk.
Not having entered
the battlefield
I'm already wounded and slain.
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality.
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not.
#review #poem #rumi
in the flood
which has yet to come.
I'm tied up
in the prison
which has yet to exist.
Not having played
the game of chess
I'm already the checkmate.
Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I'm already drunk.
Not having entered
the battlefield
I'm already wounded and slain.
I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality.
Like the shadow
I am
And
I am not.
#review #poem #rumi
#story #review
Title: [ the Guardian ]
This, is a story my mother told me once when I was a child. It had been around in our village for long, passed down through generations through oral tradition. It is said to be the story of how this village came to life... or more precisely, brought back to life.
It was story of an immortal.
Once upon a time, the village was such a small settlements. To the south, was the shore to sea, while to the north was a vast desert. It still is until now. It was from the sea that a lone traveler came to the village. No one knew whether the traveler was a male or female; when the villagers spoke of the traveler, they spoke of a "them."
The traveler decided to build a place to stay for themselves, near by the village, intending to live side by side with the villagers. However, something happened to the village during the time they was occupied with their new dwelling. A group of raiders terrorised the village, along with a wave of starving undeads that always crept from the desert to the north.
In no time, the village was deserted—it became a dead village. And the traveler realized it late. They became the only one survivor, and they wasn't even part of the village to start with... but the lost of life in the village grieved them greatly.
Despite the loss, the traveler stayed near by the village. They took care of the raiders that once terrorised the village, and also repelled the horde of the undeads, preventing them to roam freely in the now dead village. They also built more farms and buildings, and a temple to the south of the village. All these, they did singlehandedly through years and years.
Sometimes the traveler would still travel away from the village, finding another settlements and wonders in the world. But in the end, they always came back to that grave of a village.
Years and years and years—no one knew how long the traveler stayed there. Not even the traveler themselves counted the passing time. They just stayed there, until one day...
One day, somehow, the traveler figured out a way to bring back life to the village. No one knew exactly how they did it. The early souls that they managed to bring back into the village couldn't recall how the traveler did it to them. Whenever the traveler brought back another new soul to the village, it would be done in the night—and the night is a dangerous time when all kind of evils prowling out and about. Normal person could hardly stay alive through the night if they were out in the wild, that was why the traveler would always told the villagers to get home before the sun set and only come out after the sun rise.
Only the traveler themselves could roam in the night, and survive for years and years.
The villagers still did not know much about the traveler, as they spoke so little of themselves. They only knew that the traveler was powerful, and that they would protect the village at all cost.
Nowadays, almost no one had ever seen the legendary traveler anymore. It is said that they once again wandering the vast world, but every several decades a rumour or story of a peculiar traveler would always be heard in the village...
A beautiful man, or perhaps a handsome woman, who comes to the village and greets the inhabitants as if they were a normal traveler. But they would be sighted near the abandoned house near by the hill by the southwest, where the legendary traveler used to live, or near around the temple that no one dared to enter, and they would vanish into the night once their visit was over...
The villagers, they call this immortal traveler as "the guardian."
#SbHunter
Title: [ the Guardian ]
This, is a story my mother told me once when I was a child. It had been around in our village for long, passed down through generations through oral tradition. It is said to be the story of how this village came to life... or more precisely, brought back to life.
It was story of an immortal.
Once upon a time, the village was such a small settlements. To the south, was the shore to sea, while to the north was a vast desert. It still is until now. It was from the sea that a lone traveler came to the village. No one knew whether the traveler was a male or female; when the villagers spoke of the traveler, they spoke of a "them."
The traveler decided to build a place to stay for themselves, near by the village, intending to live side by side with the villagers. However, something happened to the village during the time they was occupied with their new dwelling. A group of raiders terrorised the village, along with a wave of starving undeads that always crept from the desert to the north.
In no time, the village was deserted—it became a dead village. And the traveler realized it late. They became the only one survivor, and they wasn't even part of the village to start with... but the lost of life in the village grieved them greatly.
Despite the loss, the traveler stayed near by the village. They took care of the raiders that once terrorised the village, and also repelled the horde of the undeads, preventing them to roam freely in the now dead village. They also built more farms and buildings, and a temple to the south of the village. All these, they did singlehandedly through years and years.
Sometimes the traveler would still travel away from the village, finding another settlements and wonders in the world. But in the end, they always came back to that grave of a village.
Years and years and years—no one knew how long the traveler stayed there. Not even the traveler themselves counted the passing time. They just stayed there, until one day...
One day, somehow, the traveler figured out a way to bring back life to the village. No one knew exactly how they did it. The early souls that they managed to bring back into the village couldn't recall how the traveler did it to them. Whenever the traveler brought back another new soul to the village, it would be done in the night—and the night is a dangerous time when all kind of evils prowling out and about. Normal person could hardly stay alive through the night if they were out in the wild, that was why the traveler would always told the villagers to get home before the sun set and only come out after the sun rise.
Only the traveler themselves could roam in the night, and survive for years and years.
The villagers still did not know much about the traveler, as they spoke so little of themselves. They only knew that the traveler was powerful, and that they would protect the village at all cost.
Nowadays, almost no one had ever seen the legendary traveler anymore. It is said that they once again wandering the vast world, but every several decades a rumour or story of a peculiar traveler would always be heard in the village...
A beautiful man, or perhaps a handsome woman, who comes to the village and greets the inhabitants as if they were a normal traveler. But they would be sighted near the abandoned house near by the hill by the southwest, where the legendary traveler used to live, or near around the temple that no one dared to enter, and they would vanish into the night once their visit was over...
The villagers, they call this immortal traveler as "the guardian."
#SbHunter
Storehouse of Consciousness
Consciousness of every kind,
Past, present, future are in your mind,
Deeds of wisdom, become happiness,
Deeds of sin, turned sadness,
Evil deeds are turning you blind,
Compassion will be peace of mind.
#martian #review #micropoetry
Consciousness of every kind,
Past, present, future are in your mind,
Deeds of wisdom, become happiness,
Deeds of sin, turned sadness,
Evil deeds are turning you blind,
Compassion will be peace of mind.
#martian #review #micropoetry
I choose to love you in silence,
For in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in lonelines,
For in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance,
For distance will shield me from pain.
I choose to kiss you in the wind,
For the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams,
For in my dreams you have no end.
#review #rumi #poem
For in silence I find no rejection.
I choose to love you in lonelines,
For in loneliness no one owns you but me.
I choose to adore you from a distance,
For distance will shield me from pain.
I choose to kiss you in the wind,
For the wind is gentler than my lips.
I choose to hold you in my dreams,
For in my dreams you have no end.
#review #rumi #poem