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
Thought||
The older I get the more I realize the value of privacy, it more advisable to keep you circle very small and only let certain people in, that will do you a great world of good fortune.
"You cannot skip chapters,that's not how life works
You have to read every lines, meet every character.
You won't enjoy all of it. Hell some chapters will make you cry for weeks, you will read things you don't want to read, you will have moment when you don't want the pages to end. But you have to let go, stories KEEP the world revolving"
Guide your heart and do not let hurtful words or the action of people that don't matter destroy your sense of peace and self-worth. You can only decide on how you'll be treated and what you're willing to tolerate, because you have no control over anyone
Note: Not all advice from the old people you should listen to REMEMBER foolish people grow old too
#review
#thesimi
#everyone
The older I get the more I realize the value of privacy, it more advisable to keep you circle very small and only let certain people in, that will do you a great world of good fortune.
"You cannot skip chapters,that's not how life works
You have to read every lines, meet every character.
You won't enjoy all of it. Hell some chapters will make you cry for weeks, you will read things you don't want to read, you will have moment when you don't want the pages to end. But you have to let go, stories KEEP the world revolving"
Guide your heart and do not let hurtful words or the action of people that don't matter destroy your sense of peace and self-worth. You can only decide on how you'll be treated and what you're willing to tolerate, because you have no control over anyone
Note: Not all advice from the old people you should listen to REMEMBER foolish people grow old too
#review
#thesimi
#everyone
JUST OCCURING
The moment I think I wanna stand somewhere I want to and be something more for myself and the whole included generation continuation. I get back to a thought, realising that I myself am the included 'something' of the so-called generation.
Thoughts come and go from being so well and kind, to being what this included part becomes sometimes. Purity is defined just as a word when talking about souls. Everything around, is around because it lies right there. This has to happen and everything that occurred was a necessity.
In the middle of struggling self thoughts, thoughts already there, are incrementing and newly born thoughts starts to increment. The birth never ends.
Soo so-called is living a life where everyone is just trapped in free souls.
Everything is just,
JUST OCCURING.
#everyone
#review
#life
#sagr
The moment I think I wanna stand somewhere I want to and be something more for myself and the whole included generation continuation. I get back to a thought, realising that I myself am the included 'something' of the so-called generation.
Thoughts come and go from being so well and kind, to being what this included part becomes sometimes. Purity is defined just as a word when talking about souls. Everything around, is around because it lies right there. This has to happen and everything that occurred was a necessity.
In the middle of struggling self thoughts, thoughts already there, are incrementing and newly born thoughts starts to increment. The birth never ends.
Soo so-called is living a life where everyone is just trapped in free souls.
Everything is just,
JUST OCCURING.
#everyone
#review
#life
#sagr
FLOWER
I whispers in the ear of a flower
Are you hearing me?
Oh pretty flower!
Can you send a message to him?
With your fragrance in air.
Can you tell him how much I miss him?
I didn't find myself.
I think he took my soul with himself.
Oh pretty flower!
Can you please tell him?
I can't escape from myself from reality,
"Let's make our own world,
One which won't crumble,
Where we can always cuddle".
Oh pretty flower!
Can you Please tell him?
"He is emblem of elegance
Epitome of bleeding words
Like last breath of my glance".
Oh pretty flower!
say him with a gesture
Like gifting flowers!
He is symbolize my happiness, prosperity and romance.
Oh pretty flower!
Please tell to him that
The way he held my hand
Like a soft petals
That he changed my
Perspective towards life.
#sima
#review
#Everyone
#poetry
I whispers in the ear of a flower
Are you hearing me?
Oh pretty flower!
Can you send a message to him?
With your fragrance in air.
Can you tell him how much I miss him?
I didn't find myself.
I think he took my soul with himself.
Oh pretty flower!
Can you please tell him?
I can't escape from myself from reality,
"Let's make our own world,
One which won't crumble,
Where we can always cuddle".
Oh pretty flower!
Can you Please tell him?
"He is emblem of elegance
Epitome of bleeding words
Like last breath of my glance".
Oh pretty flower!
say him with a gesture
Like gifting flowers!
He is symbolize my happiness, prosperity and romance.
Oh pretty flower!
Please tell to him that
The way he held my hand
Like a soft petals
That he changed my
Perspective towards life.
#sima
#review
#Everyone
#poetry
The Sinner|| Poetry
They say, tragedy creates art.
I know, that sinner, kept us apart.
A red dress, with yellow sunflowers on it.
Your white shirt, which glowed under the moonlit.
The grip of your hands, made me whole.
It concealed the wide gaps of my soul.
A sky full of stars,
And there we were, riding a car,
As the trees blur by,
My heart started feeling wry,
The Sinner stopped us,
You tried to discuss.
But the Sinner attacked your spirit,
Your heart split open,
Blood dribbled all over your shirt, making it red.
The pieces of your soul screamed for love,
You wanted to heal, to love again...
You waited for me, to mend your ripped heart.
You screeched all your love out of your heart.
You healed yourself, with the phases of time.
I still remember that night,
Your heart ripped open, blood spilling out of it,
But, I couldn't come.
As, How can a Sinner mend a Saint's heart?
-sresh
#poetry #words #sresh #poem
Let me know all of your opinion about this one! #review #everyone
They say, tragedy creates art.
I know, that sinner, kept us apart.
A red dress, with yellow sunflowers on it.
Your white shirt, which glowed under the moonlit.
The grip of your hands, made me whole.
It concealed the wide gaps of my soul.
A sky full of stars,
And there we were, riding a car,
As the trees blur by,
My heart started feeling wry,
The Sinner stopped us,
You tried to discuss.
But the Sinner attacked your spirit,
Your heart split open,
Blood dribbled all over your shirt, making it red.
The pieces of your soul screamed for love,
You wanted to heal, to love again...
You waited for me, to mend your ripped heart.
You screeched all your love out of your heart.
You healed yourself, with the phases of time.
I still remember that night,
Your heart ripped open, blood spilling out of it,
But, I couldn't come.
As, How can a Sinner mend a Saint's heart?
-sresh
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Broken
What am I,
But a broken ear of asphodel
Withered
By your playful gust
I'm a phoenix
Afraid of your fire;
And my tears cure nothing.
I'm veiled with your rust.
I melt,
In the slightest of warmth
from your body.
Your insufferable lust.
You led me up the mountain
With a peak of gold.
I see the sun setting now.
Until it's gone,
I want you to stay with me
- Nabaneet
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What am I,
But a broken ear of asphodel
Withered
By your playful gust
I'm a phoenix
Afraid of your fire;
And my tears cure nothing.
I'm veiled with your rust.
I melt,
In the slightest of warmth
from your body.
Your insufferable lust.
You led me up the mountain
With a peak of gold.
I see the sun setting now.
Until it's gone,
I want you to stay with me
- Nabaneet
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#life #you
#review #everyone
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Ocean mind
Is it what I'm placed for? or its that one wave carrying a pace of flow on constant, searching for a shore to let it out.
Unknown of what shore to go towards and what flow to carry on.
To most of the shores seems similar and not every sand is comfortable.
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(p.s- thats how I relate with my name and nature of its meaning)
Is it what I'm placed for? or its that one wave carrying a pace of flow on constant, searching for a shore to let it out.
Unknown of what shore to go towards and what flow to carry on.
To most of the shores seems similar and not every sand is comfortable.
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(p.s- thats how I relate with my name and nature of its meaning)
Death's friend
So my brother, have you seen death?
Is it the sun at the horizon,
Or my mother's warm caress?
Is it a lonesome singing bard,
Or is it a dead man nailed to a cross?
Is it the morning pearldrops on the field,
Or it is the sparkling creek,
gurgling in its path through the rocks;
Is it the sound of seagulls at the shore, to a seaman,
Or the rustling yellow leaves in a quiet autumnal evening?
Is it the good old moon at night,
peeping at me through the foliage?
Or is it the smiling face of my lover
with ivory wings on her back?
Is it a Valkyrie on her elegant white horse, fetching my soul to Valhalla?
Or is it a poor countryman offering his summer's harvest to the Almighty?
Tell me brother, for I crave to know.
For I crave to witness, the beauty of the end.
For I crave to be one, with the great ball of fire.
For I crave, to be death's only friend.
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So my brother, have you seen death?
Is it the sun at the horizon,
Or my mother's warm caress?
Is it a lonesome singing bard,
Or is it a dead man nailed to a cross?
Is it the morning pearldrops on the field,
Or it is the sparkling creek,
gurgling in its path through the rocks;
Is it the sound of seagulls at the shore, to a seaman,
Or the rustling yellow leaves in a quiet autumnal evening?
Is it the good old moon at night,
peeping at me through the foliage?
Or is it the smiling face of my lover
with ivory wings on her back?
Is it a Valkyrie on her elegant white horse, fetching my soul to Valhalla?
Or is it a poor countryman offering his summer's harvest to the Almighty?
Tell me brother, for I crave to know.
For I crave to witness, the beauty of the end.
For I crave to be one, with the great ball of fire.
For I crave, to be death's only friend.
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Finally, it was me and her
No one else in the world but
Just two of us, all alone.
We were gathered by silences,
Hiding in the dark night and
Trying to find a lost dawn
My eyes were restless as if they had been sleepless since centuries, the moment
I turned to her, I missed my step and falled
On ground.
There was no one to save me from falling.
I realized that I woke.
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No one else in the world but
Just two of us, all alone.
We were gathered by silences,
Hiding in the dark night and
Trying to find a lost dawn
My eyes were restless as if they had been sleepless since centuries, the moment
I turned to her, I missed my step and falled
On ground.
There was no one to save me from falling.
I realized that I woke.
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When it is all over
When she has left you
You will be tempted to answer stupid questions
Like;
Was I caring enough?
Was I good enough?
Was I handsome enough?
Was I too shabby?
Was I smart enough?
How about my public figures?
Too loud?
Too emotional?
What if I just kept quiet?km
Was I supposed to apologise even when I'm right?
Was I too fast with my responses?
Maybe I wasn't a good listener?
Maybe I pushed too hard?
Maybe I didn't fight hard enough?
Maybe I’m too afraid to lose myself?
Trust me, do no do it
It'll only leave you aching for days.
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When she has left you
You will be tempted to answer stupid questions
Like;
Was I caring enough?
Was I good enough?
Was I handsome enough?
Was I too shabby?
Was I smart enough?
How about my public figures?
Too loud?
Too emotional?
What if I just kept quiet?km
Was I supposed to apologise even when I'm right?
Was I too fast with my responses?
Maybe I wasn't a good listener?
Maybe I pushed too hard?
Maybe I didn't fight hard enough?
Maybe I’m too afraid to lose myself?
Trust me, do no do it
It'll only leave you aching for days.
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#everyone
#thesimi
DEATH BY FIRE, WATER, EARTH AND AIR
Catching fire, his burning desire is placed on the pyre.
Left to drown, still dressed in the most beautiful gown, she casts a final glance at her crown
Being at war with nature, he can't reason with the creature. The one that would stop him from laying eyes on his future.
Gasping for air, she's in total despair. She realizes, nothing is ever really fair.
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Catching fire, his burning desire is placed on the pyre.
Left to drown, still dressed in the most beautiful gown, she casts a final glance at her crown
Being at war with nature, he can't reason with the creature. The one that would stop him from laying eyes on his future.
Gasping for air, she's in total despair. She realizes, nothing is ever really fair.
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#review
#everyone
#Basha