Let not your political affiliation make you to become a rumor monger, share fake news, misinformation, tribalism or and information that will cause chores.
It baffle me how social media turn to a central place of sharing hate speech & lies and all because of politics.
We should be better than this if we are to channel our time ⌚ in improving ourselves and that of others lives through learning, mentorship...
#review #everyone #article
It baffle me how social media turn to a central place of sharing hate speech & lies and all because of politics.
We should be better than this if we are to channel our time ⌚ in improving ourselves and that of others lives through learning, mentorship...
#review #everyone #article
I feel there are only two kinds of people in India either a Brahmin or not a Brahmin.
I feel it's same for Blacks.
I feel it's same for Burakumin people of Japan.
I feel it's same for a woman.
#martian #quote #everyone #review #discrimination #walkwithmeinhell
I feel it's same for Blacks.
I feel it's same for Burakumin people of Japan.
I feel it's same for a woman.
#martian #quote #everyone #review #discrimination #walkwithmeinhell
Title-A WHITE DOVE.
Crooked,moved,snatched off love,
Bright feathers on a white dove.
A closet to cry,a moon to love,
Hands too tired for a sane glove.
Seeks love,and hates the most,
Drowned heart with a leg on coast.
A thought about human,a forgotten ghost,
Tied with a string but sways the most.
A portrait of mind but colours of heart,
Bewildered sailor with a smooth start,
You have my gaze and every part,
An early failure a late smart.
Speaks every language,still misunderstood,
You live in my head,a bad neighbourhood.
Just once in the night,sleep as you should,
And I'll meet you there,where the dreams stood.
#poetry #Maroof #everyone #review
Crooked,moved,snatched off love,
Bright feathers on a white dove.
A closet to cry,a moon to love,
Hands too tired for a sane glove.
Seeks love,and hates the most,
Drowned heart with a leg on coast.
A thought about human,a forgotten ghost,
Tied with a string but sways the most.
A portrait of mind but colours of heart,
Bewildered sailor with a smooth start,
You have my gaze and every part,
An early failure a late smart.
Speaks every language,still misunderstood,
You live in my head,a bad neighbourhood.
Just once in the night,sleep as you should,
And I'll meet you there,where the dreams stood.
#poetry #Maroof #everyone #review
I'm not yet done with this but I'd like to know your thoughts 😅
This is trouble
He smells bad boy with his cologne that deprives the whole room of real oxygen
He talks bad boy with his deep baritone that echoes amidst the noise
He walks bad boy with his steps similar to that of a god
Now understand that I have never seen a god but if I ever had the chance, it would be just like that.
Not just his steps, his looks
His face was like a painting by Da Vinci
Damn, did I get an orgasm watching his fingers make way to his dark hair that screamed African from the curls that sprouted
#everyone #review #hopelessromantic
This is trouble
He smells bad boy with his cologne that deprives the whole room of real oxygen
He talks bad boy with his deep baritone that echoes amidst the noise
He walks bad boy with his steps similar to that of a god
Now understand that I have never seen a god but if I ever had the chance, it would be just like that.
Not just his steps, his looks
His face was like a painting by Da Vinci
Damn, did I get an orgasm watching his fingers make way to his dark hair that screamed African from the curls that sprouted
#everyone #review #hopelessromantic
Life After Marriage
It is a life
that has
days and nights
The days are slippery
as light slips between fingers
They come to pass,
but the beautiful memories
temper the heart.
When darkness descends
and night strikes with more strength
The heart bears all the pain
The longing causes it to stay.
Knowing that the night
cannot remain there for long.
Therefore good memories
are what nourish the heart
so that it remains alive
both during the days and nights.
Bear this in mind
immediately it's said
that "You now are one".
#ahmad #review #poetry
It is a life
that has
days and nights
The days are slippery
as light slips between fingers
They come to pass,
but the beautiful memories
temper the heart.
When darkness descends
and night strikes with more strength
The heart bears all the pain
The longing causes it to stay.
Knowing that the night
cannot remain there for long.
Therefore good memories
are what nourish the heart
so that it remains alive
both during the days and nights.
Bear this in mind
immediately it's said
that "You now are one".
#ahmad #review #poetry
#poem
#kr
#review
#everyone
Together And Alone
What's in my wallet? What's on my feet?
The brand of my jacket, the foods that I eat.
My eyes are here; why do you stare at my bracelets?
You look at my diamonds, but never at my demons.
Look into my eyes and feel what I feel.
Let's permit the day to pass, ignoring the bills.
Can we talk, my friend?
Not to fool around and have a beer.
I have some broken lines I wish to mend;
Your wounds would be nice to hear.
You know what? Never mind.
You'd probably misjudge my turbulent tides.
You're just into what you see and touch.
This is invisible, untouchable; a force that makes the heart clutch.
We're always together but I'm alone.
You care about some new brands; what about my zone?
I sound too emotional, don't I?
My demons and angels are warring inside.
I'm seeking for that rare resource,
But I don't know the right course.
You don't know the rare resource, do you?
One that can hold you through;
One that can guide you in hard times;
One that can stand by your side.
I don't hear about it mostly, but here's your answer.
It's called "friend"; they're very small in number.
A friend has become scarce.
Everyone is cold like polar bears.
It's tough to carry the load on your own;
If somebody is there, the dusks seem like dawns.
If the heart was a king, there are way too many pawns.
Trying to knock those down will make me look too serious—
No one wants to have a real conversation, I guess.
I'd be accused for snooping in other's business.
If they don't call me serious, they'd call me negative.
They'd call me problematic; oh, I almost forgot sensitive.
Let me remind you fellas: sentimentality's in your blood.
You care about what others think, despite it being absurd.
No dress is beautiful, until the society views it so.
Your skills are worthless; people are needed to make it glow.
Pains and skills resemble, you know;
In fear of humiliation, you're afraid to show.
But if you have a friend...
I wish for the resource to rain from the sky.
I'd run for no shelter; I'd soak to never dry.
It'd be warm, it'd be vulnerable.
The drops don't judge; I'd be acceptable.
The drops hum slow, when I tell my story.
The drops warm my soul; there'd be no shame in my misery.
My sins are welcome, acceptance washes it all.
A friend stays when it's the time of your fall.
Fine days are nice, but they help in hiding true personality.
It's the terrible weather that reveals who's really with me.
Though, I don't wanna moan about the downs.
There are these people whom I owe millions of crowns.
Thank you, and I wish you the best.
You held me down when I faced some tests.
But still you guys are feeling afar.
I'm good, I'm fine; I have the hell behind bars.
#kr
#review
#everyone
Together And Alone
What's in my wallet? What's on my feet?
The brand of my jacket, the foods that I eat.
My eyes are here; why do you stare at my bracelets?
You look at my diamonds, but never at my demons.
Look into my eyes and feel what I feel.
Let's permit the day to pass, ignoring the bills.
Can we talk, my friend?
Not to fool around and have a beer.
I have some broken lines I wish to mend;
Your wounds would be nice to hear.
You know what? Never mind.
You'd probably misjudge my turbulent tides.
You're just into what you see and touch.
This is invisible, untouchable; a force that makes the heart clutch.
We're always together but I'm alone.
You care about some new brands; what about my zone?
I sound too emotional, don't I?
My demons and angels are warring inside.
I'm seeking for that rare resource,
But I don't know the right course.
You don't know the rare resource, do you?
One that can hold you through;
One that can guide you in hard times;
One that can stand by your side.
I don't hear about it mostly, but here's your answer.
It's called "friend"; they're very small in number.
A friend has become scarce.
Everyone is cold like polar bears.
It's tough to carry the load on your own;
If somebody is there, the dusks seem like dawns.
If the heart was a king, there are way too many pawns.
Trying to knock those down will make me look too serious—
No one wants to have a real conversation, I guess.
I'd be accused for snooping in other's business.
If they don't call me serious, they'd call me negative.
They'd call me problematic; oh, I almost forgot sensitive.
Let me remind you fellas: sentimentality's in your blood.
You care about what others think, despite it being absurd.
No dress is beautiful, until the society views it so.
Your skills are worthless; people are needed to make it glow.
Pains and skills resemble, you know;
In fear of humiliation, you're afraid to show.
But if you have a friend...
I wish for the resource to rain from the sky.
I'd run for no shelter; I'd soak to never dry.
It'd be warm, it'd be vulnerable.
The drops don't judge; I'd be acceptable.
The drops hum slow, when I tell my story.
The drops warm my soul; there'd be no shame in my misery.
My sins are welcome, acceptance washes it all.
A friend stays when it's the time of your fall.
Fine days are nice, but they help in hiding true personality.
It's the terrible weather that reveals who's really with me.
Though, I don't wanna moan about the downs.
There are these people whom I owe millions of crowns.
Thank you, and I wish you the best.
You held me down when I faced some tests.
But still you guys are feeling afar.
I'm good, I'm fine; I have the hell behind bars.
I fancy you, I must admit,
You who are critical to my debut.
You will make right many wrongs,
Set in motion my rusty wheels
and make possible my wildest dreams.
Your passion certainly will cause my blood to be incensed, tear through the barricade of parched night skin and cascade over like crimson water.
Your aggression will quicken my withered limbs and will cause my body to convulse with sheer zing I fear my mind will explode—
Oh, the pleasure, my wonder, the pressure.
Till then, I shall lay dormant, hard as stone,
grey and dull from all of life's curves.
Till then, I have no desire to see past the greyscale.
But when your fangs graze my chapped lips in an unholy exchange of fluid,
Only then will I truly see;
Only then will I be reborn.
Tiill then, you only lurk in the shadows of mind.
Truly, I am your biggest fan.
#Everyone
#poem
#review
#Black
You who are critical to my debut.
You will make right many wrongs,
Set in motion my rusty wheels
and make possible my wildest dreams.
Your passion certainly will cause my blood to be incensed, tear through the barricade of parched night skin and cascade over like crimson water.
Your aggression will quicken my withered limbs and will cause my body to convulse with sheer zing I fear my mind will explode—
Oh, the pleasure, my wonder, the pressure.
Till then, I shall lay dormant, hard as stone,
grey and dull from all of life's curves.
Till then, I have no desire to see past the greyscale.
But when your fangs graze my chapped lips in an unholy exchange of fluid,
Only then will I truly see;
Only then will I be reborn.
Tiill then, you only lurk in the shadows of mind.
Truly, I am your biggest fan.
#Everyone
#poem
#review
#Black
Postman
Knock knock
Postman here.
It's pleasant to come and meet with you
I'm blessed you opened the door
Here to begin with
Are you sour?
To plead in front of you, I come
Hope you share me some
Across your little head and eyes you see
There is a small cute purple bee
That makes sound you don't like
With the motive to get a hike
Upon you and your angel bird
You don't realise who are you..
When the bee is around you...
Don't let it bother you
Because it's not your way
Make yourself feel better and sway
In the breeze of life,
Hold your arms tight
So that you can see the right
No left no right no wrong
No ding dong;
I was here just to deliver this message
I'm here. Your postman Sir !!
- Vidisha Mishra
Author's note-
I want to give the readers a sense of motivation through this postman I've talked about.
The message he tries to deliver is expressed beautifully in the lines.
The postman requests the readers to share their problems,if any,which are trembling their minds and their eyes.
Purple bee is described as the king of negativity and angel bird as the queen of positivity.
Through the angel bird, postman tries to make the readers realise that they must always look forward to the positive side of any situation.
#Everyone
#review
#Poem
#ra
Knock knock
Postman here.
It's pleasant to come and meet with you
I'm blessed you opened the door
Here to begin with
Are you sour?
To plead in front of you, I come
Hope you share me some
Across your little head and eyes you see
There is a small cute purple bee
That makes sound you don't like
With the motive to get a hike
Upon you and your angel bird
You don't realise who are you..
When the bee is around you...
Don't let it bother you
Because it's not your way
Make yourself feel better and sway
In the breeze of life,
Hold your arms tight
So that you can see the right
No left no right no wrong
No ding dong;
I was here just to deliver this message
I'm here. Your postman Sir !!
- Vidisha Mishra
Author's note-
I want to give the readers a sense of motivation through this postman I've talked about.
The message he tries to deliver is expressed beautifully in the lines.
The postman requests the readers to share their problems,if any,which are trembling their minds and their eyes.
Purple bee is described as the king of negativity and angel bird as the queen of positivity.
Through the angel bird, postman tries to make the readers realise that they must always look forward to the positive side of any situation.
#Everyone
#review
#Poem
#ra
It was the time when the soft
glowing light fall from the sky,
I was sitting on the ground and
staring at that mysterious moonlight,
and a spell softly whispered to me and uncovered the secret behind how the falling stars fulfill my wishes all the time.
#literalpoet
#everyone
#review
glowing light fall from the sky,
I was sitting on the ground and
staring at that mysterious moonlight,
and a spell softly whispered to me and uncovered the secret behind how the falling stars fulfill my wishes all the time.
#literalpoet
#everyone
#review
I roam around the corridors of your skin
To look for the sun, the moon, the stars,
Where all demons die, my desires breathe;
My grips on your breasts, scratches of lust
Words dead, blowing life to your moans,
I push my light into the vast of your night
Thrusts after thrusts, i reach the depth
Rums and drugs ruining all our red veins
Orgasms after, we lose our paths to return
Where we sit silent, naked, to write a forever.
-subh
#review #subh
To look for the sun, the moon, the stars,
Where all demons die, my desires breathe;
My grips on your breasts, scratches of lust
Words dead, blowing life to your moans,
I push my light into the vast of your night
Thrusts after thrusts, i reach the depth
Rums and drugs ruining all our red veins
Orgasms after, we lose our paths to return
Where we sit silent, naked, to write a forever.
-subh
#review #subh
Wuhan torren devil
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Summer and lilacs
Roses,Daisies and Lilies.
And summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Scented in sundry fragments of
Dusky lilac skies.
Oh! The summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Curls twisted, entangled in
Embrace of wilted daises and offspring lilies.
Oh! The summer's here
Mellow and mild,
Gentle and kind.
Wherein I been gawking for a while
To hear those memories unwind.
Oust from the clampings,
Of tender,sensual claspings.
©Bhargavi Yadav
#poems
#writings
#summer
#review
Roses,Daisies and Lilies.
And summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Scented in sundry fragments of
Dusky lilac skies.
Oh! The summer's here
To cast away my moody willies.
Curls twisted, entangled in
Embrace of wilted daises and offspring lilies.
Oh! The summer's here
Mellow and mild,
Gentle and kind.
Wherein I been gawking for a while
To hear those memories unwind.
Oust from the clampings,
Of tender,sensual claspings.
©Bhargavi Yadav
#poems
#writings
#summer
#review
The pain in her heart
It was a time when I used to be too innocent that don't know what truely this life and my existence me to me
It was a time when I was used to be living in my own world and be always silent in my school with no friends
It was a time when I was used to be fooled by others and fooled them unintentionally
It was a time when I was misunderstood by everybody easily
It was a time when I was soo much unaware of the harsh realities and bitter truths of a persons life
It was a time when IAM never used to pray to God for myself
It was a time when IAM used to be very immature and dumb at the same time intelligent
It was a time when IAM used to cry alot sitting alone in my balcony remembering what I have did to my life by not knowing it's importance
It was a time I used to be care about others more than myself but no body gives a fuck about that
I was a time I used to be given a name called "selfish"
It was a time when everybody is there with me but it feels like there is no body with me
It was a time when there is a girl used to be insecured and jealous of her sister but she used to refuse it to say that
It was a time she don't know what to do with her life totally confused ,stressed, depressed and anxiety
It was a time when she come to know that she is interested in sports also with studies but it is too late for her to know that and no body supports her and instead of supporting her or encouraging her everybody used to laugh at her if she does some thing bad or some mistake
It was a time when she is continuously failed in her choosen career field
It was a time she's come to know that her life is meaningless without achieveing success in her life
It was a time she is still hoping for the best to come in her way and some thing magical should happen and her dreames ,desires and goals come in true and she achieve success in her life and life a meaningful life for herself not for others😇👍
Neelofar
#just writing
#story
#poem
#review
#ev
erybody
#ra
It was a time when I used to be too innocent that don't know what truely this life and my existence me to me
It was a time when I was used to be living in my own world and be always silent in my school with no friends
It was a time when I was used to be fooled by others and fooled them unintentionally
It was a time when I was misunderstood by everybody easily
It was a time when I was soo much unaware of the harsh realities and bitter truths of a persons life
It was a time when IAM never used to pray to God for myself
It was a time when IAM used to be very immature and dumb at the same time intelligent
It was a time when IAM used to cry alot sitting alone in my balcony remembering what I have did to my life by not knowing it's importance
It was a time I used to be care about others more than myself but no body gives a fuck about that
I was a time I used to be given a name called "selfish"
It was a time when everybody is there with me but it feels like there is no body with me
It was a time when there is a girl used to be insecured and jealous of her sister but she used to refuse it to say that
It was a time she don't know what to do with her life totally confused ,stressed, depressed and anxiety
It was a time when she come to know that she is interested in sports also with studies but it is too late for her to know that and no body supports her and instead of supporting her or encouraging her everybody used to laugh at her if she does some thing bad or some mistake
It was a time when she is continuously failed in her choosen career field
It was a time she's come to know that her life is meaningless without achieveing success in her life
It was a time she is still hoping for the best to come in her way and some thing magical should happen and her dreames ,desires and goals come in true and she achieve success in her life and life a meaningful life for herself not for others😇👍
Neelofar
#just writing
#story
#poem
#review
#ev
erybody
#ra
Wuhan torren devil
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
Nature harrow
Higgledy-piggledy ever present
Cities chock a block
Humanity dies through
Whan man kind felt how fructify
Sodeyn Wuhan torren devil disseminate O'er the land
Obiquitous quiescent
Despair and death; deep darkness O'er the land
Laughter of tears, Oonly known
Mo to lorn than gain
The elite fell embarrasst
Bornt no, the coercion to synte the devil
Authorities give their all
Social distance and stay at home the Oonly physik
To shuffle of this mortal coil in starve and devil, our dilemma
Weylawey !! Devil Rat-Tat
Survive we preye, Almighty
Here our steven, plesen
Outsterte thy poweer and sauf us
suffer and ladde us in thy way
Freely we rome in thy paramour hoo-ho-hold
#everyone
#review
#poetry
#ra Khaimin
*Bleeding Scars*
Though scars don't bleed,
The painful memories will forever remain.
Haunts you to the core,
With fears that it might come back.
Often being careful in your doings,
To prevent the scars from bleeding.
Though scars don't bleed,
If you disturb it, it eventually will.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#NSara
Though scars don't bleed,
The painful memories will forever remain.
Haunts you to the core,
With fears that it might come back.
Often being careful in your doings,
To prevent the scars from bleeding.
Though scars don't bleed,
If you disturb it, it eventually will.
#everyone
#review
#poem
#NSara