""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
A Tool
If those urges,
could be melted
by thoughts,
then dissolved
to flow with the ink.
For the heart to be
pure and at ease.
So it could lead
its owner to peace.A Tool
If those urges,
could be melted
by thoughts,
then dissolved
to flow with the ink.
For the heart to be
pure and at ease.
So it could lead
its owner to peace.
#ahmad #review #poetry #everyone
If those urges,
could be melted
by thoughts,
then dissolved
to flow with the ink.
For the heart to be
pure and at ease.
So it could lead
its owner to peace.A Tool
If those urges,
could be melted
by thoughts,
then dissolved
to flow with the ink.
For the heart to be
pure and at ease.
So it could lead
its owner to peace.
#ahmad #review #poetry #everyone
#poem
#kr
#review
#everyone
Crisis Upon Crisis
I'm hearing some people complain:
"I have nothing to do, I'm not feeling my brain,"
"I've done everything there is, what's left?"
"The quarantine is making me want to jump off a cleft."
You people who feel bored in your home,
Thinking this is worse than memorizing a tome;
What are you complaining about?
First of, the virus is murderous—no doubt.
People, anyway, are out there on the roads,
Making some money, unable to live in safe mode.
They have families to feed, though they might embrace death.
They have to stride around, even when it depends on their last breath.
You have food, shelter, and family.
Social media in your hands, your fridge full of berries.
Be it veggies or barleys, they're stored in your crate.
What is to slouch around and mourn a boring state?
Second, you should know that this phase,
This era which is murdering million's faith,
That is just the beginning of the real horror,
And you're a probable survivor.
Imagine how the world would be afterward.
Who is going to pick up the pieces and move forward?
You are! but you have no plan to open a book.
You prefer feeling prisoned at a nook.
Somebody else is fighting the war for you,
Trying to find you the antidote, hoping to see a clue,
Losing their loved ones in search of light,
Trapped amid death and saving life, day and night.
The people they treat die in their hands.
Their hearts bury the grief; such luxury has been banned.
Some of the heros catch the virus and join the sick band.
They have forgotten what sleep is like.
They miss watching their kids on bikes.
The masks bruise their faces as if terrible strikes.
Aren't they supernatural to maintain a healthy psyche?
Do they deserve complaints about boredom?
Please, watch your mouth; they also long for freedom.
Wash your hands and be ready to receive the future,
A future they're toiling to keep in order.
Besides, you're not enjoying lying prone.
Why not make the best out of being alone?
Brave names might end up on gravestones.
That is when the world will need their clones.
That is when the world will need strong bones,
Strong minds, strong bodies, and strong humans.
Irrelevant complaints at these times are inhuman.
Irrelevant complaints at these times are inhuman.
#kr
#review
#everyone
Crisis Upon Crisis
I'm hearing some people complain:
"I have nothing to do, I'm not feeling my brain,"
"I've done everything there is, what's left?"
"The quarantine is making me want to jump off a cleft."
You people who feel bored in your home,
Thinking this is worse than memorizing a tome;
What are you complaining about?
First of, the virus is murderous—no doubt.
People, anyway, are out there on the roads,
Making some money, unable to live in safe mode.
They have families to feed, though they might embrace death.
They have to stride around, even when it depends on their last breath.
You have food, shelter, and family.
Social media in your hands, your fridge full of berries.
Be it veggies or barleys, they're stored in your crate.
What is to slouch around and mourn a boring state?
Second, you should know that this phase,
This era which is murdering million's faith,
That is just the beginning of the real horror,
And you're a probable survivor.
Imagine how the world would be afterward.
Who is going to pick up the pieces and move forward?
You are! but you have no plan to open a book.
You prefer feeling prisoned at a nook.
Somebody else is fighting the war for you,
Trying to find you the antidote, hoping to see a clue,
Losing their loved ones in search of light,
Trapped amid death and saving life, day and night.
The people they treat die in their hands.
Their hearts bury the grief; such luxury has been banned.
Some of the heros catch the virus and join the sick band.
They have forgotten what sleep is like.
They miss watching their kids on bikes.
The masks bruise their faces as if terrible strikes.
Aren't they supernatural to maintain a healthy psyche?
Do they deserve complaints about boredom?
Please, watch your mouth; they also long for freedom.
Wash your hands and be ready to receive the future,
A future they're toiling to keep in order.
Besides, you're not enjoying lying prone.
Why not make the best out of being alone?
Brave names might end up on gravestones.
That is when the world will need their clones.
That is when the world will need strong bones,
Strong minds, strong bodies, and strong humans.
Irrelevant complaints at these times are inhuman.
Irrelevant complaints at these times are inhuman.
Is it wrong to not miss you when the love song plays in the background?
I guess it's okay now but I want to confess that it has always been like this.
These songs, all the rom-coms, poetries, arts never made me think about you.
I remember associating a song to you. But now I don't remember which one was it. Trust me, I tried recalling it but I am not able to.
Though I still have your vague memories in the back of my head.
I do not know if I should tell you this, but these memories are fading as well.
I know I promised you many things and you did too.
But I don't know what those promises were about. Do you remember any of those?
You tell me, Is it wrong to completely let go a part of you, a part that you don't even feel belongs to you?
#poem #everyone #house_of_logophilers #review
I guess it's okay now but I want to confess that it has always been like this.
These songs, all the rom-coms, poetries, arts never made me think about you.
I remember associating a song to you. But now I don't remember which one was it. Trust me, I tried recalling it but I am not able to.
Though I still have your vague memories in the back of my head.
I do not know if I should tell you this, but these memories are fading as well.
I know I promised you many things and you did too.
But I don't know what those promises were about. Do you remember any of those?
You tell me, Is it wrong to completely let go a part of you, a part that you don't even feel belongs to you?
#poem #everyone #house_of_logophilers #review
And there I was, looking at my own reflection
And mirror was answering my question
"Why am I so miserable and desperate" I said
I would have died instead
Am I so unlucky to be happy
Or do I need a mental therapy
"You need nothing, you halfwit
Why do ya always act like a shit?
I've been silent for years till now
But you made me break my vow
And now that I've spoke to you
Let me tell you something true
Life is nothing but changing hue
There are times when it makes you blue
Look at me and you will see
Things drowned in the deepest sea
Visuals that no one shows
Mysteries that no one knows"
All of sudden a man with my face
Incognito walking in some place
Appears on the mirror's surface
Not clear, like he was in haze
"This ain't you but the mind of yours
Suffering from a terrible remorse
You're trying to be what you are not
Trust me my friend, its all for naught
I swallowed my breath, that was choking me
So conscience-stricken that I tried to flee
All the things I did to impress
Who would think that they can depress
#poetry #rt
#review #everyone
And mirror was answering my question
"Why am I so miserable and desperate" I said
I would have died instead
Am I so unlucky to be happy
Or do I need a mental therapy
"You need nothing, you halfwit
Why do ya always act like a shit?
I've been silent for years till now
But you made me break my vow
And now that I've spoke to you
Let me tell you something true
Life is nothing but changing hue
There are times when it makes you blue
Look at me and you will see
Things drowned in the deepest sea
Visuals that no one shows
Mysteries that no one knows"
All of sudden a man with my face
Incognito walking in some place
Appears on the mirror's surface
Not clear, like he was in haze
"This ain't you but the mind of yours
Suffering from a terrible remorse
You're trying to be what you are not
Trust me my friend, its all for naught
I swallowed my breath, that was choking me
So conscience-stricken that I tried to flee
All the things I did to impress
Who would think that they can depress
#poetry #rt
#review #everyone