I love you, like really really love you.
I told you, how crazy I am t'love you.
Your face is stuck in my head, don't you know?
You think, I am lying, right ? Yeah, I do know.
How can I prove that I really love you?
Oh, Dear, I can't think. In my mind, just you.
#micropoetry #Asay #everyone #review
I told you, how crazy I am t'love you.
Your face is stuck in my head, don't you know?
You think, I am lying, right ? Yeah, I do know.
How can I prove that I really love you?
Oh, Dear, I can't think. In my mind, just you.
#micropoetry #Asay #everyone #review
#review #everyone #poetry
When you say you're afraid of those lonely, cold nights.
Staring at emptiness, contemplating the existence of life.
Wishing you were dead, out of everyone's sight.
Trust me dear, I've been there a few more times.
Tearing down the heart, you can't show your tears.
Afraid of what the world might say, judging your fears.
Sinking down into the darkness of your thoughts.
When creeping shadows of your inner demons crawl.
Wishing for someone to hear your words.
Just to sit there, and let you speak your scars.
Hug you when you feel like breaking down.
Take you to a world with no burial grounds.
But let me be honest, for a word of sage.
You are the reason for your own dark mirage.
Light's been there, just reach out, try.
Because you are still you, even this world ain't kind.
#alatinanda
When you say you're afraid of those lonely, cold nights.
Staring at emptiness, contemplating the existence of life.
Wishing you were dead, out of everyone's sight.
Trust me dear, I've been there a few more times.
Tearing down the heart, you can't show your tears.
Afraid of what the world might say, judging your fears.
Sinking down into the darkness of your thoughts.
When creeping shadows of your inner demons crawl.
Wishing for someone to hear your words.
Just to sit there, and let you speak your scars.
Hug you when you feel like breaking down.
Take you to a world with no burial grounds.
But let me be honest, for a word of sage.
You are the reason for your own dark mirage.
Light's been there, just reach out, try.
Because you are still you, even this world ain't kind.
#alatinanda
Love isn't Love..when they demand you to deform your inner self..
When all they want is just your face.
And try to fit you in infinite unwanted new you.
#Review #random #Vivektavinita #quote
When all they want is just your face.
And try to fit you in infinite unwanted new you.
#Review #random #Vivektavinita #quote
""All love for you ""
#poetry
#Prince
#everyone
#review
""Kei""
Who you?
My love ?
My dove?
My glove?
At above?
Or below?
My hope
My life
All of my world
My norita?
Senorita?
Shakira?
Maria?
Rabia
Or mia Khalifa?😋
All
Indonesia?
America ?
Australia?
Arabia?
Romania?
Whole Asia?
All
My lover's
My soul
My happines
My smile
My heart
It is you,only you my kia
All yes """All"""
All love for you ____Sahib.
#poetry
#Prince
#everyone
#review
""Kei""
Who you?
My love ?
My dove?
My glove?
At above?
Or below?
My hope
My life
All of my world
My norita?
Senorita?
Shakira?
Maria?
Rabia
Or mia Khalifa?😋
All
Indonesia?
America ?
Australia?
Arabia?
Romania?
Whole Asia?
All
My lover's
My soul
My happines
My smile
My heart
It is you,only you my kia
All yes """All"""
All love for you ____Sahib.
#poetry
#review
#everyone
Hello, what a lovely day
Are you well? Jolly good.
Excuse me, there appears to be
A stick in my side
It hurts too much, I think
Though fear not, solutions exist
We take all that indifferent pain
Kickin' others in the side
Let's hope their sides hurt, too
Ain't no time for manners here
This is serious business, folks
Do you know how many times?
It's been a few, dare I say
We've had enough of this
Accumulated throughout years
Of unpleasant interactions
Giving the false sense this...
This is all so important, right?
Wrong, but let it be, each society
Has its own funny little games
#review
#everyone
Hello, what a lovely day
Are you well? Jolly good.
Excuse me, there appears to be
A stick in my side
It hurts too much, I think
Though fear not, solutions exist
We take all that indifferent pain
Kickin' others in the side
Let's hope their sides hurt, too
Ain't no time for manners here
This is serious business, folks
Do you know how many times?
It's been a few, dare I say
We've had enough of this
Accumulated throughout years
Of unpleasant interactions
Giving the false sense this...
This is all so important, right?
Wrong, but let it be, each society
Has its own funny little games
The Pandemic of Ego
Swooned by the intolerance,
tears pearled as they rolled.
Noxious it was with ignorance,
my heart cried out hinting disaster.
Thwarted were their endeavours,
humans thought!
Your ego turned into aggressors,
I restate!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time,
panic strikes as the death nears.
Theories crack a wine,
but the mystery remains alive.
Doomsday is it? The pandemic?
Humans questioned!
Ask the creator, whose mind is feculent
I demanded!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Inklings left behind ignored,
and seedlings of wrath rooted.
Like the fiery waves ashore,
granted I was taken to adhere!
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
humans asked!
Shower me love like a drizzled rain,
you will get my magical shade.
Delusions reach the dead end,
as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,
as I erased the creature forever!
#suan
#review
#poem #environment #lifestyle #lifelesson
Swooned by the intolerance,
tears pearled as they rolled.
Noxious it was with ignorance,
my heart cried out hinting disaster.
Thwarted were their endeavours,
humans thought!
Your ego turned into aggressors,
I restate!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time,
panic strikes as the death nears.
Theories crack a wine,
but the mystery remains alive.
Doomsday is it? The pandemic?
Humans questioned!
Ask the creator, whose mind is feculent
I demanded!
Can the delusions be with held
and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,
could it go away from life?
Inklings left behind ignored,
and seedlings of wrath rooted.
Like the fiery waves ashore,
granted I was taken to adhere!
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
humans asked!
Shower me love like a drizzled rain,
you will get my magical shade.
Delusions reach the dead end,
as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,
as I erased the creature forever!
#suan
#review
#poem #environment #lifestyle #lifelesson
#everyone #review
#poem
Some friends used to call me
Destroyer
They meant it for fun
"No offense, Hun"
Can't blame them to see
My hands were never free -
A pen, a pencil, or a broken phone case
Fiddling with something always
But today I think
I gave myself a fright
That maybe they were right
Perhaps it is true,
And far from new
That with my touch
Gold turns into mulch
That my words
Do more harm than swords
That my sentences
Build between us fences
Perhaps it is true.
Will I destroy you too?
#meg
#poem
Some friends used to call me
Destroyer
They meant it for fun
"No offense, Hun"
Can't blame them to see
My hands were never free -
A pen, a pencil, or a broken phone case
Fiddling with something always
But today I think
I gave myself a fright
That maybe they were right
Perhaps it is true,
And far from new
That with my touch
Gold turns into mulch
That my words
Do more harm than swords
That my sentences
Build between us fences
Perhaps it is true.
Will I destroy you too?
#meg
Is it me or does everyone my age have Depression. Erotomania. Overthinking and rumination disorder. Nightmare disorder Obsessive introvertism. Social anxiety. Nihilism Identity crisis. Sexism. Attention deficit disorder. Delusions. Paranoia. Sexual obsession #randomthoughts #sn #review #quote #everyone
One of the laws passed during the reign of Reza Shah was the law on the closing days of shops and offices.
In this way, not everyone could close their shop at their own will and without a valid reason.
One day, Reza Shah was crossing a street in his car when he noticed a shop closed.
He was upset and ordered that the owner of the shop be found and brought to him.
It was discovered that the shop owner was an Armenian alcohol salesman. The man was brought to Reza Shah.
The king asked, "Burnt father, why did you close your shop?" The Armenian man replied, "I will be your victim. Today is the day of the murder (martyrdom) of Muslim ibn Aqeel, and I thought it was not appropriate for me to sell alcohol on this day.
Reza Shah ordered an investigation and found that Hagh was selling Armenian sweat.
Then Reza Shah released the salesman and turned to his companions and said: In this country we have a real Muslim, and that is the Armenian Qarapat.
Years later, the great Iranian poet Parvin Etesami wrote the following in describing this story: واعظی)
پرسید از فرزند خویش هیچ میدانی
مسلمانی به چیست؟
صدق و بی آزاری و خدمت به خلق هم عبادت هم کلید زندگیست
گفت زین معیار اندر شهر ما یک مسلمان است آن هم ارمنیست)
a Preacher asked from his son do you know why called people muslim.
The truth and Unemployment and help to the people it’s pray and key of life
Son said with this Criterion in our city we have just an one Muslim and he is Armenian. #story #poem #parvinetesami #efi #Review
In this way, not everyone could close their shop at their own will and without a valid reason.
One day, Reza Shah was crossing a street in his car when he noticed a shop closed.
He was upset and ordered that the owner of the shop be found and brought to him.
It was discovered that the shop owner was an Armenian alcohol salesman. The man was brought to Reza Shah.
The king asked, "Burnt father, why did you close your shop?" The Armenian man replied, "I will be your victim. Today is the day of the murder (martyrdom) of Muslim ibn Aqeel, and I thought it was not appropriate for me to sell alcohol on this day.
Reza Shah ordered an investigation and found that Hagh was selling Armenian sweat.
Then Reza Shah released the salesman and turned to his companions and said: In this country we have a real Muslim, and that is the Armenian Qarapat.
Years later, the great Iranian poet Parvin Etesami wrote the following in describing this story: واعظی)
پرسید از فرزند خویش هیچ میدانی
مسلمانی به چیست؟
صدق و بی آزاری و خدمت به خلق هم عبادت هم کلید زندگیست
گفت زین معیار اندر شهر ما یک مسلمان است آن هم ارمنیست)
a Preacher asked from his son do you know why called people muslim.
The truth and Unemployment and help to the people it’s pray and key of life
Son said with this Criterion in our city we have just an one Muslim and he is Armenian. #story #poem #parvinetesami #efi #Review
One of the laws passed during the reign of Reza Shah was the law on the closing days of shops and offices.
In this way, not everyone could close their shop at their own will and without a valid reason.
One day, Reza Shah was crossing a street in his car when he noticed a shop closed.
He was upset and ordered that the owner of the shop be found and brought to him.
It was discovered that the shop owner was an Armenian alcohol salesman. The man was brought to Reza Shah.
The king asked, "Burnt father, why did you close your shop?" The Armenian man replied, "I will be your victim. Today is the day of the murder (martyrdom) of Muslim ibn Aqeel, and I thought it was not appropriate for me to sell alcohol on this day.
Reza Shah ordered an investigation and found that Hagh was selling Armenian sweat.
Then Reza Shah released the salesman and turned to his companions and said: In this country we have a real Muslim, and that is the Armenian Qarapat.
Years later, the great Iranian poet Parvin Etesami wrote the following in describing this story:
a Preacher asked from his son do you know why called people muslim.
The truth and Unemployment and help to the people it’s pray and key of life
Son said with this Criterion in our city we have just an one Muslim and he is Armenian. #review #parvinetesami #efi #poem #story.
(By the way all Armenian are Christian and in islam alcohol drinking is crime and Iran is Islamic country)
In this way, not everyone could close their shop at their own will and without a valid reason.
One day, Reza Shah was crossing a street in his car when he noticed a shop closed.
He was upset and ordered that the owner of the shop be found and brought to him.
It was discovered that the shop owner was an Armenian alcohol salesman. The man was brought to Reza Shah.
The king asked, "Burnt father, why did you close your shop?" The Armenian man replied, "I will be your victim. Today is the day of the murder (martyrdom) of Muslim ibn Aqeel, and I thought it was not appropriate for me to sell alcohol on this day.
Reza Shah ordered an investigation and found that Hagh was selling Armenian sweat.
Then Reza Shah released the salesman and turned to his companions and said: In this country we have a real Muslim, and that is the Armenian Qarapat.
Years later, the great Iranian poet Parvin Etesami wrote the following in describing this story:
a Preacher asked from his son do you know why called people muslim.
The truth and Unemployment and help to the people it’s pray and key of life
Son said with this Criterion in our city we have just an one Muslim and he is Armenian. #review #parvinetesami #efi #poem #story.
(By the way all Armenian are Christian and in islam alcohol drinking is crime and Iran is Islamic country)
In the end it will be better
If my body hurts
Because I loved you or not
My soul hurts for missing you
#review #everyone #brokenheart
If my body hurts
Because I loved you or not
My soul hurts for missing you
#review #everyone #brokenheart
In the end it will be better
If my body hurts
Because I loved you or not
My soul hurts for missing you
#review #everyone #brokenheart #quotes
If my body hurts
Because I loved you or not
My soul hurts for missing you
#review #everyone #brokenheart #quotes
Burning in the rages..
After storm "she" shines.
Sinking in the depth, abysmal..
Still touching the heights eternal.
Living in between cold and dead..
Fire of life "she" still ignites.
Passing through the dark passages..
Blazing herself for the light.
Yes! She is that kind of Princess who is her own Knight.
#review #random #Vivektavinita
After storm "she" shines.
Sinking in the depth, abysmal..
Still touching the heights eternal.
Living in between cold and dead..
Fire of life "she" still ignites.
Passing through the dark passages..
Blazing herself for the light.
Yes! She is that kind of Princess who is her own Knight.
#review #random #Vivektavinita