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
Hey Babe!
I might not be the wisest nor the strongest of all,
I might not be the lover you want,
We might not marry,
Nor I become the father of your newborn,
Maybe i won't be in your good books till long,
Maybe i will be a friend but lost,
But remember Babe,
In all your troubles and all your wrongs,
Holding you dear,
I would be there for you,
Arm in arm,
For all long.
#review
#king
#poetry #romance #partner #lover
I might not be the wisest nor the strongest of all,
I might not be the lover you want,
We might not marry,
Nor I become the father of your newborn,
Maybe i won't be in your good books till long,
Maybe i will be a friend but lost,
But remember Babe,
In all your troubles and all your wrongs,
Holding you dear,
I would be there for you,
Arm in arm,
For all long.
#review
#king
#poetry #romance #partner #lover
*Sitting in a balcony*
Everyday sitting in a balcony she observed the furious changes in the day to day life by
Understanding and noticing the thinks taking place
Flowers stars to blossom in the morning and evenings why?she used to be very curious about knowing this things
Nature is so beautiful she thinks and feels that too
The air that goes from her face and she used to feel happy and releaxed when she used to spend her time by knowing small things makes a person happy why
she used to ask questions to herself
deep in her mind
The fragrance of home made bottles of perfumes why it smell feels refreshing
Busy and noisy mornings of children rushing to schools
Students rushing to colleges
With holding lunch boxes in their hand and turning so say byee to their parents
Beautiful evenings makes them happy
Quite and peacefull nights with more silence.
In that silence you can hear a voice who is saying for help to save him bleeding with blood and about to die that time you come to know life is too short when you woke up u come to know that it was a your imagination taking place your imagining things that had Neven happend infront of your eyes
#everyone
#review
#poem
#Neelofar
Everyday sitting in a balcony she observed the furious changes in the day to day life by
Understanding and noticing the thinks taking place
Flowers stars to blossom in the morning and evenings why?she used to be very curious about knowing this things
Nature is so beautiful she thinks and feels that too
The air that goes from her face and she used to feel happy and releaxed when she used to spend her time by knowing small things makes a person happy why
she used to ask questions to herself
deep in her mind
The fragrance of home made bottles of perfumes why it smell feels refreshing
Busy and noisy mornings of children rushing to schools
Students rushing to colleges
With holding lunch boxes in their hand and turning so say byee to their parents
Beautiful evenings makes them happy
Quite and peacefull nights with more silence.
In that silence you can hear a voice who is saying for help to save him bleeding with blood and about to die that time you come to know life is too short when you woke up u come to know that it was a your imagination taking place your imagining things that had Neven happend infront of your eyes
#everyone
#review
#poem
#Neelofar
A FATHER THROUGH THE EYES OF HIS
DAUGHTER
The signs of grief and pain,
Eyes which had deep insights of vein.
Leaning over a stick,
Walking with vexation,
I held his hands,
Which were shivering with agitation.
Tears rolled down his eyes,
Gestures turned generous.
Made me cry too,
Finding him voracious.
Trembling due to icy cold,
Extremely feeble and week,
He had nothing to say,
All his hopes were bleak.
Wearing torn pants,
And merely a cotton shirt,
His bare feet were,
Covered with filth and dirt.
His pensive state,
Simply signified his agony,
His life seemed nothing,
But a mere story of melancholy.
I don't know why,
What happened to me then.
I became empathetic,
Meeting this old man.
I asked him his address,
He replied nothing.
The picture was clearer,
He had lost everything.
I took him to my home,
Where I lived alone.
I made him seated,
He cried in a low moan.
I asked him,
The cause of his pathetic condition.
He simply gave a deep smile,
Tears in addition.
This reminded me of my past,
When I quarrelled with him for no reason.
And that, leaving deep impact on him,
Left him in bitter season.
This made him leave,
His own home forever.
With a resolute decision,
Which made him return never.
Recalling those days,
I heaved a deep sigh.
But unable to control,
Those days made me cry.
Anyway, I talked with this old man,
Waiting for his reaction,
But, I was surprised to see him,
Speaking through actions.
That instant, I realised,
The man is dumb and so was my father.
The moment left me dumb,
I was his only daughter.
His one hand in my hand,
Other on my head.
The day completely changed,
Me, My emotions, and My life ahead.
#review #poetry #poem
#yatin #everyone
DAUGHTER
The signs of grief and pain,
Eyes which had deep insights of vein.
Leaning over a stick,
Walking with vexation,
I held his hands,
Which were shivering with agitation.
Tears rolled down his eyes,
Gestures turned generous.
Made me cry too,
Finding him voracious.
Trembling due to icy cold,
Extremely feeble and week,
He had nothing to say,
All his hopes were bleak.
Wearing torn pants,
And merely a cotton shirt,
His bare feet were,
Covered with filth and dirt.
His pensive state,
Simply signified his agony,
His life seemed nothing,
But a mere story of melancholy.
I don't know why,
What happened to me then.
I became empathetic,
Meeting this old man.
I asked him his address,
He replied nothing.
The picture was clearer,
He had lost everything.
I took him to my home,
Where I lived alone.
I made him seated,
He cried in a low moan.
I asked him,
The cause of his pathetic condition.
He simply gave a deep smile,
Tears in addition.
This reminded me of my past,
When I quarrelled with him for no reason.
And that, leaving deep impact on him,
Left him in bitter season.
This made him leave,
His own home forever.
With a resolute decision,
Which made him return never.
Recalling those days,
I heaved a deep sigh.
But unable to control,
Those days made me cry.
Anyway, I talked with this old man,
Waiting for his reaction,
But, I was surprised to see him,
Speaking through actions.
That instant, I realised,
The man is dumb and so was my father.
The moment left me dumb,
I was his only daughter.
His one hand in my hand,
Other on my head.
The day completely changed,
Me, My emotions, and My life ahead.
#review #poetry #poem
#yatin #everyone
Peniaphobia (vol.2)
Is it that we the poor masses are scum of the earth? Peniaphobia!
I believe that even , if it is as few as one or two ways, we too contribute our quota to this society, why then should the rich use their wealth to oppress the poor!. The way the rich are endowed with the means we lack, I'm sure we too are endowed with the abilities the rich lack too Brilliant!!! God is not biasis in distributing his bounties
But is it a sin if someone do not have money? Of course is not a sin but then not everybody will be rich. Some will not have at their teenage age till they get to the elder age. What about those elders that I know but are still poor? It is God that is distributing it as he want, the world is fill of mysteries since we do not know our destiny, we need to work hard while we are still young so that we can relax when grow old and eat whatever we want in a golden plates and if eventually we don't become rich, when we should accept our destiny but first let work hard now..... Peniaphobia
Destiny? Just like that? Is there still anything like destiny these days? . Absolutely there is because our fortunes has been predestined from heaven but do not think destiny is working against you work hard first.....
Say no to peniaphobia!
Say no to miserliness!
#review #article #everyone
#Simi
Is it that we the poor masses are scum of the earth? Peniaphobia!
I believe that even , if it is as few as one or two ways, we too contribute our quota to this society, why then should the rich use their wealth to oppress the poor!. The way the rich are endowed with the means we lack, I'm sure we too are endowed with the abilities the rich lack too Brilliant!!! God is not biasis in distributing his bounties
But is it a sin if someone do not have money? Of course is not a sin but then not everybody will be rich. Some will not have at their teenage age till they get to the elder age. What about those elders that I know but are still poor? It is God that is distributing it as he want, the world is fill of mysteries since we do not know our destiny, we need to work hard while we are still young so that we can relax when grow old and eat whatever we want in a golden plates and if eventually we don't become rich, when we should accept our destiny but first let work hard now..... Peniaphobia
Destiny? Just like that? Is there still anything like destiny these days? . Absolutely there is because our fortunes has been predestined from heaven but do not think destiny is working against you work hard first.....
Say no to peniaphobia!
Say no to miserliness!
#review #article #everyone
#Simi
Random Thoughts, Inc.
'Til we meet again, dear friend
You show me your face
As clear as the pure air at night
Calm
Quiet
Soft breeze
Leaves falling
Heart's feeling
Warm... sudden warmth
I hear voices from years ago
I hope voices from years to come.
A gaze of amber shades
Break through time
Smiles and sighs
The sight of your eyes
I see on the moon.
My dearest friend
My longest dream
My loneliest night.
You came
And time ceased.
You were
You are
You will be...
You came
And never leaved.
The owl
The wind
The trees.
The kind of music I enjoy
The presence that brings me joy...
You and I
How fragile life is
How strong a bond is
Neverending smile
A glimpse to eternity
In the deep of your eyes.
I didn't notice
The cold, the chill
of this melancholy night
Until aurora hugged me
With this freezing warmth
Whispering birds
Chant of a newborn morning
Flowing memories of you.
Still smiling.
#Poem#Poem
#Poetry#Poetry
#Review#Review
#Everyone#Everyone
Author's Note:
What do you think
the poet tried to say...?
In the case of my poem, I just want to know what readers perceive about the images in the poem itself: What the words and verses are telling you, telling to your heart, what they are evocating.
I'm not looking for any kind of correction, but perception, instead.
#JaguarDorado#JaguarDorado
'Til we meet again, dear friend
You show me your face
As clear as the pure air at night
Calm
Quiet
Soft breeze
Leaves falling
Heart's feeling
Warm... sudden warmth
I hear voices from years ago
I hope voices from years to come.
A gaze of amber shades
Break through time
Smiles and sighs
The sight of your eyes
I see on the moon.
My dearest friend
My longest dream
My loneliest night.
You came
And time ceased.
You were
You are
You will be...
You came
And never leaved.
The owl
The wind
The trees.
The kind of music I enjoy
The presence that brings me joy...
You and I
How fragile life is
How strong a bond is
Neverending smile
A glimpse to eternity
In the deep of your eyes.
I didn't notice
The cold, the chill
of this melancholy night
Until aurora hugged me
With this freezing warmth
Whispering birds
Chant of a newborn morning
Flowing memories of you.
Still smiling.
#Poem#Poem
#Poetry#Poetry
#Review#Review
#Everyone#Everyone
Author's Note:
What do you think
the poet tried to say...?
In the case of my poem, I just want to know what readers perceive about the images in the poem itself: What the words and verses are telling you, telling to your heart, what they are evocating.
I'm not looking for any kind of correction, but perception, instead.
#JaguarDorado#JaguarDorado
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 endeavors,
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!
Excerpt
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#suan
#poem #poetry #nature #motivation #life
#review
Swooned by the intolerance,
tears pearled as they rolled.
Noxious it was with ignorance,
my heart cried out hinting disaster.
Thwarted were their endeavors,
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!
Excerpt
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#suan
#poem #poetry #nature #motivation #life
#review
Spilled Ink
There is an urgency for critical analysis of layers of this energy hungry tissues, one over another placed in a way to explore something different everytime the world needs to be moved.
This composite structure made up with very elements of this planet, dragged through the consequences of do’s and don’ts of our own ancestors.
Reaching here at a point of numerous theories to strive meanings out of this existence.
Learning and taking actions, creating situations for our children to get dragged through the consequences of it.
We are the ancestors of the days ahead.
Spilled ink in the book of evolution.
#everyone
#review
#quote
#sagr
There is an urgency for critical analysis of layers of this energy hungry tissues, one over another placed in a way to explore something different everytime the world needs to be moved.
This composite structure made up with very elements of this planet, dragged through the consequences of do’s and don’ts of our own ancestors.
Reaching here at a point of numerous theories to strive meanings out of this existence.
Learning and taking actions, creating situations for our children to get dragged through the consequences of it.
We are the ancestors of the days ahead.
Spilled ink in the book of evolution.
#everyone
#review
#quote
#sagr
Void-in or in void?
Since the ancient times from the start of an evolving aqua organism, till the day in the middle of the transforming and evolving society. And ahead till the eternity or extinction, we, the civilised mortal entities are wandering in between numerous theories and beliefs.
The religious blindness where creatures are battling for their beliefs to get sanctioned throughout this tiny planet.
And on the other hand atheists who’s denial to belief is a cult in its own way.
The chase towards advancement and progression is fashionable. And updating mentality is what society lust after.
Conquering lands are past clock now, conquering minds are innovations.
Philosophies after philosophies has raised us over thousands of years, giving various meanings to- what we eagerly want to believe.
Not knowing we were never set free in our way of defining actuality.
The incomplete unexplored paths of humanness or more than the human doings,
The roads never taken or never will be,
The skies reached ignoring whats beneath it.
The depths explored, but not true in depth
The advancements are so advance, it binds us from adding more to it.
It feels so fast, but its the same.
The time was and is time, but consuming got rapid. Where are we going?
“Nihilism is a natural consequence of a culture or civilization ruled and regulated by categories that mask manipulation, mastery and domination of peoples and nature.” -Cornel West
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#sagr
Since the ancient times from the start of an evolving aqua organism, till the day in the middle of the transforming and evolving society. And ahead till the eternity or extinction, we, the civilised mortal entities are wandering in between numerous theories and beliefs.
The religious blindness where creatures are battling for their beliefs to get sanctioned throughout this tiny planet.
And on the other hand atheists who’s denial to belief is a cult in its own way.
The chase towards advancement and progression is fashionable. And updating mentality is what society lust after.
Conquering lands are past clock now, conquering minds are innovations.
Philosophies after philosophies has raised us over thousands of years, giving various meanings to- what we eagerly want to believe.
Not knowing we were never set free in our way of defining actuality.
The incomplete unexplored paths of humanness or more than the human doings,
The roads never taken or never will be,
The skies reached ignoring whats beneath it.
The depths explored, but not true in depth
The advancements are so advance, it binds us from adding more to it.
It feels so fast, but its the same.
The time was and is time, but consuming got rapid. Where are we going?
“Nihilism is a natural consequence of a culture or civilization ruled and regulated by categories that mask manipulation, mastery and domination of peoples and nature.” -Cornel West
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#sagr
DEAR FATHER, NOT DADDY
Oops! We could not stop it all till it got burnt to ashes.
It bitters me to know every of the counting
number of our recent age is made filled with tears
You took away her voice, you made her silent
unconsciously, yet her endurance never quench neither do her prays does!.
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains you caused her. Hope taste like a cup of Garri in the morning to a woman who deserves glitters if not gold. we once thought it was all her doing, Age speaks and clarified the wrong thought we grew up with.
Dear daddy becomes beware of wilds dogs! Even
Dear father becomes we can do this afar
Any woman can have a low voice but every woman can't beat your voice, you took her for granted. Yes!
She speaks, she did at the top of her voice but she wasn't heard by anyone....
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#thesimi
Oops! We could not stop it all till it got burnt to ashes.
It bitters me to know every of the counting
number of our recent age is made filled with tears
You took away her voice, you made her silent
unconsciously, yet her endurance never quench neither do her prays does!.
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains you caused her. Hope taste like a cup of Garri in the morning to a woman who deserves glitters if not gold. we once thought it was all her doing, Age speaks and clarified the wrong thought we grew up with.
Dear daddy becomes beware of wilds dogs! Even
Dear father becomes we can do this afar
Any woman can have a low voice but every woman can't beat your voice, you took her for granted. Yes!
She speaks, she did at the top of her voice but she wasn't heard by anyone....
#everyone
#review
#thoughts
#thesimi
He understood that silence,
more than being a void without merit,
it was the way to express,
without any vain words,
that things weren't the same,
and that carnal feeling,
it faded like ashes,
at the touch of his cold disguise.
#poetry
#review
#mar
I'm not a native English speaker. I waiting to your comments... 😄
more than being a void without merit,
it was the way to express,
without any vain words,
that things weren't the same,
and that carnal feeling,
it faded like ashes,
at the touch of his cold disguise.
#poetry
#review
#mar
I'm not a native English speaker. I waiting to your comments... 😄
No Knight
She knew not what did lurk beneath,
In fear she bit between her teeth.
In darkness she looked out for gleam,
As she tried to swim across the stream.
With every push she did not get any further,
Struggling not to be dragged under.
She felt her life ripple, fearing a gasp,
All she wanted was his hand to clasp.
This moment was mixed with regret and tears,
But she was not ready to give into her fears.
Her vision soon begun to get dimmer,
And that’s when she saw a little shimmer.
With last of her strength she reached out for the light,
It got her out and she didn’t need no knight.
As she rose to thank this dearer,
She realized this light was just her in the mirror.
#poetry
#review
#rj
#everyone
She knew not what did lurk beneath,
In fear she bit between her teeth.
In darkness she looked out for gleam,
As she tried to swim across the stream.
With every push she did not get any further,
Struggling not to be dragged under.
She felt her life ripple, fearing a gasp,
All she wanted was his hand to clasp.
This moment was mixed with regret and tears,
But she was not ready to give into her fears.
Her vision soon begun to get dimmer,
And that’s when she saw a little shimmer.
With last of her strength she reached out for the light,
It got her out and she didn’t need no knight.
As she rose to thank this dearer,
She realized this light was just her in the mirror.
#poetry
#review
#rj
#everyone
A game or Games
Here, I'll describe a game I saw today & let's see if you can find which game I'm talking about.
Clue: if you're guessing a very famous game you're wrong.
Two players were playing this game with the help of racket/badminton, a ball & it requires lots of running if you want to play it properly.
What is your answer, I'm sure you're not thinking about cricket because I do( 😂) & it's a obviously wrong, If you guessed Tennis then let me give you some information about players, they were young kid & they had t-shirts & and half pants in middle of winter. Even this information is supporting your guess but you must know one thing having these clothes was not their choice it was their necessity. ( Ohh, I can almost see their face with pairs of joyful eyes & with smiles too)
I want to confess here that even till now I'm not sure about the game I saw, was it tennis with only one racket or was it Cricket with racket instead of a bat & stumps, but I'm sure about the other game which were going on their like, game between their joy & cruel poverty which gave them a ball & a half broken racket in dumping area, game between thick upcoming winter & the clothes they had for that, game between a middle class person's incapability to do something for them & those lower class children's capability to smile, game between their pacifying smiles & my guilt. At the end I left that place because of the smell in the surrounding was unbearable,i.e. my privilege won another game inside me against humanity, but don't let your mind win by thinking about my loss & my weakness, whilst some children are still playing some undefined game arround you.
#experts
#review
#everyone
#nis
Here, I'll describe a game I saw today & let's see if you can find which game I'm talking about.
Clue: if you're guessing a very famous game you're wrong.
Two players were playing this game with the help of racket/badminton, a ball & it requires lots of running if you want to play it properly.
What is your answer, I'm sure you're not thinking about cricket because I do( 😂) & it's a obviously wrong, If you guessed Tennis then let me give you some information about players, they were young kid & they had t-shirts & and half pants in middle of winter. Even this information is supporting your guess but you must know one thing having these clothes was not their choice it was their necessity. ( Ohh, I can almost see their face with pairs of joyful eyes & with smiles too)
I want to confess here that even till now I'm not sure about the game I saw, was it tennis with only one racket or was it Cricket with racket instead of a bat & stumps, but I'm sure about the other game which were going on their like, game between their joy & cruel poverty which gave them a ball & a half broken racket in dumping area, game between thick upcoming winter & the clothes they had for that, game between a middle class person's incapability to do something for them & those lower class children's capability to smile, game between their pacifying smiles & my guilt. At the end I left that place because of the smell in the surrounding was unbearable,i.e. my privilege won another game inside me against humanity, but don't let your mind win by thinking about my loss & my weakness, whilst some children are still playing some undefined game arround you.
#experts
#review
#everyone
#nis