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
Rage is taking me higher,
It's been all lie and you are liar.
I'm not sure about it that
Fire is in me or I'm in Fire.
#Review #random #poem #Vivektavinita
It's been all lie and you are liar.
I'm not sure about it that
Fire is in me or I'm in Fire.
#Review #random #poem #Vivektavinita
Rage is taking me higher,
It's been all lie and you are liar.
I'm craving for the truth that
Fire is in me or I'm in Fire.
#Review #random #poem #Vivektavinita
It's been all lie and you are liar.
I'm craving for the truth that
Fire is in me or I'm in Fire.
#Review #random #poem #Vivektavinita
I was the light in his darkness,
I held him tight when he felt worthless.
But when I run out of flames one day,
he couldn't stand the darkness with me.
He started fading away.
He was the master of the play.
Reckful in every way,
he chose to leave and not to stay.
I was a fool to trust his words,
I Couldn't stop my painful hopes.
I was reckless wandering for help.
Waiting for him, caught by his trap.
#poetry #review #G
I held him tight when he felt worthless.
But when I run out of flames one day,
he couldn't stand the darkness with me.
He started fading away.
He was the master of the play.
Reckful in every way,
he chose to leave and not to stay.
I was a fool to trust his words,
I Couldn't stop my painful hopes.
I was reckless wandering for help.
Waiting for him, caught by his trap.
#poetry #review #G
In The Rain..
Her eyes was sparkling like stars
Trying to balance herself
Like a falling leaf from the cold wind..
Beautifull voice want to speak but
The rain drops tooks the words away..
The rain wasn't ready to leave her
And now the place looks like midnight zone ,
The shady not let her find air..
Trying to arise in the rain but
A stranger throwing rocks on her head..
The rain drop felts like stranger
Shed tears under the beautifull shady sky
Only moon could show her in the dusk.
Now her feelings buring her heart
As a coal in the fire ,
She finally closed her eyes
Like birds say goodbyes to sun.
#review #poem #ss
Her eyes was sparkling like stars
Trying to balance herself
Like a falling leaf from the cold wind..
Beautifull voice want to speak but
The rain drops tooks the words away..
The rain wasn't ready to leave her
And now the place looks like midnight zone ,
The shady not let her find air..
Trying to arise in the rain but
A stranger throwing rocks on her head..
The rain drop felts like stranger
Shed tears under the beautifull shady sky
Only moon could show her in the dusk.
Now her feelings buring her heart
As a coal in the fire ,
She finally closed her eyes
Like birds say goodbyes to sun.
#review #poem #ss
I don't know what depression is.
I don't know I am depressed or upset or whatever such word fits my current situation.
All I know is that it sucks. Whatever it is, it sucks! It consumes me.
I can't do anything about it. I am so helpless.
Even the minimal stuff have started bothering the shit out of me. I need help!
I really do.
They say don't hesitate while asking for help'.
Here! I am asking for help.
I NEED HELP!I PLEASE HELP ME!!I HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUTTHERE?
Anybody?
This silence is fatal! It's killing me. I am writing this with these shaky hands.
But who am I writing it for?
I don't have an audience to listen or to read this.
No one is willing to listen to my suffering.
I didn't choose this life.
I am tired. I want to sleep.
In my life i just want you to know that i want to sleep forever.
#review #poem #soul
I don't know I am depressed or upset or whatever such word fits my current situation.
All I know is that it sucks. Whatever it is, it sucks! It consumes me.
I can't do anything about it. I am so helpless.
Even the minimal stuff have started bothering the shit out of me. I need help!
I really do.
They say don't hesitate while asking for help'.
Here! I am asking for help.
I NEED HELP!I PLEASE HELP ME!!I HELLO? IS ANYBODY OUTTHERE?
Anybody?
This silence is fatal! It's killing me. I am writing this with these shaky hands.
But who am I writing it for?
I don't have an audience to listen or to read this.
No one is willing to listen to my suffering.
I didn't choose this life.
I am tired. I want to sleep.
In my life i just want you to know that i want to sleep forever.
#review #poem #soul
As the calm sea hits me
I am reborn
Like the waves
Which took out time
To rise and fall, life like
The jocular Heron
Brown with slender legs
Hops around the shore
And pinches me
As I retreat
The coconut rolls
Sweet, wholesome and tough
And floats on my more calmer parts, which I am proud of, it is after all
My heart which holds my soul
And the lovers which hold each other
Through the rough currents
My mood swings; but if they leave
Each other, they will be lost and won't find themselves ever, again
#review #poem #ritwikahlawat
I am reborn
Like the waves
Which took out time
To rise and fall, life like
The jocular Heron
Brown with slender legs
Hops around the shore
And pinches me
As I retreat
The coconut rolls
Sweet, wholesome and tough
And floats on my more calmer parts, which I am proud of, it is after all
My heart which holds my soul
And the lovers which hold each other
Through the rough currents
My mood swings; but if they leave
Each other, they will be lost and won't find themselves ever, again
#review #poem #ritwikahlawat
Don't look into her eyes
That's where her demons hide.
Dying, she gives a smile to the world
Who has always been so unkind.
She wishes every day
To be her last one
She was full of dreams
But now she has none.
Her new best friends
Were the darkness and sadness
She made her life.
A huge mess
Her thoughts were
Destroying her
She wished to get
Things back like they were
Her scars were fading,
She felt so lost
So she held her blades again
and made herself bleed a lot
Just a little happiness
was what she always asked for
But she lost herself instead.
Now she doesn't smile anymore.
#review #peom #soul
That's where her demons hide.
Dying, she gives a smile to the world
Who has always been so unkind.
She wishes every day
To be her last one
She was full of dreams
But now she has none.
Her new best friends
Were the darkness and sadness
She made her life.
A huge mess
Her thoughts were
Destroying her
She wished to get
Things back like they were
Her scars were fading,
She felt so lost
So she held her blades again
and made herself bleed a lot
Just a little happiness
was what she always asked for
But she lost herself instead.
Now she doesn't smile anymore.
#review #peom #soul
Stretching, crying, bleeding,
Tearing, burning, pain inside
When will it stop
When will it be over
My body so small
My mind so young
The time so long
The agony so real
The fear so deep
I scream
I shake
I fight
You laugh
You push harder
Your joy from my misery
Your pleasure from my suffering
Hopeless in the puddle of your shame
As you walk away
Smiling
Bathed in my tears
Satisfied by my Pain
#review #soul #poem
Tearing, burning, pain inside
When will it stop
When will it be over
My body so small
My mind so young
The time so long
The agony so real
The fear so deep
I scream
I shake
I fight
You laugh
You push harder
Your joy from my misery
Your pleasure from my suffering
Hopeless in the puddle of your shame
As you walk away
Smiling
Bathed in my tears
Satisfied by my Pain
#review #soul #poem
Life is hard
Confused and tired now,
Want to end this but how,
Screaming in a great pain
And they says...
"See he is a Bard".
#review #poem #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
Confused and tired now,
Want to end this but how,
Screaming in a great pain
And they says...
"See he is a Bard".
#review #poem #rupesh_sharma_gandhi
( What now? )
Thinking of you,
As everything tastes so gray.
A past I thought I threw,
Couldn't cope with how much you weigh.
We're few steps apart, yet overdue.
I lift my eyes, to see you astray.
Articulating my feelings, they seem very true.
Regardless of the fact, that you're away.
Been hard separating mellow from blue,
Forced to be in a game I never wanted to play.
A life with you, in my head grew.
occupying my day, so I speechlessly pray.
Stuck in a picture I once drew,
Colours fading, as it started to decay.
Holding on to chances, I myself blew.
Uncertainly waiting, as that's my price to pay.
#poetry #everyone #review #Aj
Thinking of you,
As everything tastes so gray.
A past I thought I threw,
Couldn't cope with how much you weigh.
We're few steps apart, yet overdue.
I lift my eyes, to see you astray.
Articulating my feelings, they seem very true.
Regardless of the fact, that you're away.
Been hard separating mellow from blue,
Forced to be in a game I never wanted to play.
A life with you, in my head grew.
occupying my day, so I speechlessly pray.
Stuck in a picture I once drew,
Colours fading, as it started to decay.
Holding on to chances, I myself blew.
Uncertainly waiting, as that's my price to pay.
#poetry #everyone #review #Aj
Why can't we ?
Everytime
the seasons are same,
birds fly singingly,
flowers blossom smilingly.
But why can't we ?
As pure as the holy water,
like the light
from the sun.
Why we are hateful ?
Why we have envy ?
Some are sorrowful,
few are violent.
Why can't we be lovable ?
Everytime.
#poetry #review #everyone #K_Mohan
Everytime
the seasons are same,
birds fly singingly,
flowers blossom smilingly.
But why can't we ?
As pure as the holy water,
like the light
from the sun.
Why we are hateful ?
Why we have envy ?
Some are sorrowful,
few are violent.
Why can't we be lovable ?
Everytime.
#poetry #review #everyone #K_Mohan
And its strange how
Patterns in the sky
Manage to change my heart
Cause apparently
The sky is deeper than the sea
And Yet remains fragile to the stars
#review #poetry #everyone #alchemist
Patterns in the sky
Manage to change my heart
Cause apparently
The sky is deeper than the sea
And Yet remains fragile to the stars
#review #poetry #everyone #alchemist