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
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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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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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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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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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•CHOICESCHOICES•
Fear and panic causes tragedy
Make your mind up
So you don’t get caught up in traffic
Mesmerizing pain causing harm to your brain
If you think you’re so fly, why don’t you join the train
Take a ride through memory lane
Obscure safety measures so you don’t end up in loving
You hate to see it but I promise it won’t happen
False prophets are who poor people believe in
Vulnerability might be a weakness for believing
Marx says religion is the opium of the masses
The labor tend to pray when their world is in crisis
So, do we have to take things in our own hands like the Isis?
Or will our leaders still be tossing us like we are dices
"Die Sis" her brother would voice out to her
6 abortions and they would never stay with her
5 abominations and the last she never took care
4 potions and she will not dare
3 concussions and she will never lear
2 safety precautions and she will never wear
1 information about life is so rare
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Fear and panic causes tragedy
Make your mind up
So you don’t get caught up in traffic
Mesmerizing pain causing harm to your brain
If you think you’re so fly, why don’t you join the train
Take a ride through memory lane
Obscure safety measures so you don’t end up in loving
You hate to see it but I promise it won’t happen
False prophets are who poor people believe in
Vulnerability might be a weakness for believing
Marx says religion is the opium of the masses
The labor tend to pray when their world is in crisis
So, do we have to take things in our own hands like the Isis?
Or will our leaders still be tossing us like we are dices
"Die Sis" her brother would voice out to her
6 abortions and they would never stay with her
5 abominations and the last she never took care
4 potions and she will not dare
3 concussions and she will never lear
2 safety precautions and she will never wear
1 information about life is so rare
Oscar Aboki👑
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Be aware or Strong
Be unaware of how painful living can be
Oblivious of the constant turmoil human relationship brings
Let ignorance lead your cause of happiness
Making sure your head is always in the sand
May thy eyes never hit the heart of men
Unraveling how dark and wicked it is
Be unaware my love
Be unaware
Or
Be strong
Be strong my love
Maintaining a steady gait as men pour their wickedness on all you hold dear
And always be in pursuit of knowledge; it indeed separates most
Let meaningful work lead your course of happiness
With due diligence, conquer the turmoil that resides in you and amigos
Assuring thyself that pain is just an ingredient of living and the strong cooks the best meal with it
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Be unaware of how painful living can be
Oblivious of the constant turmoil human relationship brings
Let ignorance lead your cause of happiness
Making sure your head is always in the sand
May thy eyes never hit the heart of men
Unraveling how dark and wicked it is
Be unaware my love
Be unaware
Or
Be strong
Be strong my love
Maintaining a steady gait as men pour their wickedness on all you hold dear
And always be in pursuit of knowledge; it indeed separates most
Let meaningful work lead your course of happiness
With due diligence, conquer the turmoil that resides in you and amigos
Assuring thyself that pain is just an ingredient of living and the strong cooks the best meal with it
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#everyone
CHAPTER-1
HIS DREAMS
Charlie leapt out of his bed earshot the alarm went off. It was approximately 8 am and his school bus would be arriving at about quarter past eight. He rushed off to the washroom to take a bath and wore his outfit speedily. He settled down to eat the breakfast his mom Annie prepared for him.
As he was eating his breakfast he heard the heavy horn of the school bus and rode off to it, leaving half of the fraction of his sandwich behind.
Charlie was a prominent figure in his school, though he was an introvert and didn’t have many pals, thanks to his high ranks and his position as the forward in the football team. He had a high IQ and a well-built body, especially for an 18-year-old. He loved science and while other students found it exceptionally exhausting, he was curious, particularly about outer space. Whether it had aliens? What was holding the universe together? Where do the cosmos end? Etc….
Although Charlie doesn't have many friends, he had one good friend named Tyler. He was Charlie’s
neighbour and was with him right from his
childhood. He was always with him in every adventure of his life. But he wasn't anticipating to be with him in the upcoming one even though they didn't know about that.
Time went as unhurriedly as every common day in the school, soon came his favourite period Science,
And the topic was about time. There arrived the question if an individual can see the past. He forthwith stood up and reacted that if someone notices the stars at night, they are glimpsing years past the present time as the light from the stars take years to reach us. The whole class gazed him as if he was an alien. Even the teacher stood there stunned. But that only added to his dream of exploring the macrocosm
His thoughtful psyche was filled with curiosity, which he can't even get the answers from his school. He asked Tyler about his doubts but he stood there with his face as he doesn't even know a thing. His wonder about the outer space was confusing his mind.
They got out of their school bus and was slowly strolling back towards their respective homes. He began to open the door but it was sealed he unzipped his bag and grabbed the key he had in his possession and opened the door. He took a bottle of orange juice out from the fridge and took a gulp of it to overcome his thirst. He was very weary from the day at school. He immediately climbed to his room and fell down on his couch without even changing his dress.
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HIS DREAMS
Charlie leapt out of his bed earshot the alarm went off. It was approximately 8 am and his school bus would be arriving at about quarter past eight. He rushed off to the washroom to take a bath and wore his outfit speedily. He settled down to eat the breakfast his mom Annie prepared for him.
As he was eating his breakfast he heard the heavy horn of the school bus and rode off to it, leaving half of the fraction of his sandwich behind.
Charlie was a prominent figure in his school, though he was an introvert and didn’t have many pals, thanks to his high ranks and his position as the forward in the football team. He had a high IQ and a well-built body, especially for an 18-year-old. He loved science and while other students found it exceptionally exhausting, he was curious, particularly about outer space. Whether it had aliens? What was holding the universe together? Where do the cosmos end? Etc….
Although Charlie doesn't have many friends, he had one good friend named Tyler. He was Charlie’s
neighbour and was with him right from his
childhood. He was always with him in every adventure of his life. But he wasn't anticipating to be with him in the upcoming one even though they didn't know about that.
Time went as unhurriedly as every common day in the school, soon came his favourite period Science,
And the topic was about time. There arrived the question if an individual can see the past. He forthwith stood up and reacted that if someone notices the stars at night, they are glimpsing years past the present time as the light from the stars take years to reach us. The whole class gazed him as if he was an alien. Even the teacher stood there stunned. But that only added to his dream of exploring the macrocosm
His thoughtful psyche was filled with curiosity, which he can't even get the answers from his school. He asked Tyler about his doubts but he stood there with his face as he doesn't even know a thing. His wonder about the outer space was confusing his mind.
They got out of their school bus and was slowly strolling back towards their respective homes. He began to open the door but it was sealed he unzipped his bag and grabbed the key he had in his possession and opened the door. He took a bottle of orange juice out from the fridge and took a gulp of it to overcome his thirst. He was very weary from the day at school. He immediately climbed to his room and fell down on his couch without even changing his dress.
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That day he didn't eat anything except breakfast. He kept lying on his bed and thought about every element of the dream. He was sure that he had seen that exact visual somewhere else but he doesn't remember them. "I am going through a deja vu" he inquired himself. He got exhausted after a while and fell into sleep
No….. "Where I am going?"…..(light flashes)..."So this is a black hole ". "If this is what I think this is then why am I not dead"…..He arose jumping out of bed. That dream occurred to him again. But it had begun to frighten him. The same thing he adored a day back, now he was terrified by it
What is this dream of mine?…
Is it real?……
He asked himself. What he didn't know was that he was going to get his answers soon enough
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This is just the sample of the first chapter
I need to expand the story to a 10-15 page first chapter
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No….. "Where I am going?"…..(light flashes)..."So this is a black hole ". "If this is what I think this is then why am I not dead"…..He arose jumping out of bed. That dream occurred to him again. But it had begun to frighten him. The same thing he adored a day back, now he was terrified by it
What is this dream of mine?…
Is it real?……
He asked himself. What he didn't know was that he was going to get his answers soon enough
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This is just the sample of the first chapter
I need to expand the story to a 10-15 page first chapter
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#everyone
#kr
Words of wisdom, words of truth
Two despicable minds of a youth
By the power vested in me
Post transgression dawned on me
So impeccable, so divine
My life in your hands you’ll redefine
Must be dreaming if you were mine
Clarified expressions slow the mind
Hope for love and hope for life
Draw your sword or throw your knife
Murder went silent like the 'K' in knife
Life is too short, lend me your heels
We could exchange for a million meals
Too much for clout for a million views
People you don’t even know with million hues
Peace and love flow through my mind
Separate myself from relentless fools
Sip on my wine and enjoying views
Music on my mind is jazz and blues
Swimming in the alcohol intoxicated cruise
Left your mark up in my mind
The past is not the present I can’t look behind
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Two despicable minds of a youth
By the power vested in me
Post transgression dawned on me
So impeccable, so divine
My life in your hands you’ll redefine
Must be dreaming if you were mine
Clarified expressions slow the mind
Hope for love and hope for life
Draw your sword or throw your knife
Murder went silent like the 'K' in knife
Life is too short, lend me your heels
We could exchange for a million meals
Too much for clout for a million views
People you don’t even know with million hues
Peace and love flow through my mind
Separate myself from relentless fools
Sip on my wine and enjoying views
Music on my mind is jazz and blues
Swimming in the alcohol intoxicated cruise
Left your mark up in my mind
The past is not the present I can’t look behind
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Once again I call on you and you don’t answer
Once again I long for your touch but you’re nowhere closer
I have no choice but to appreciate our every moment
Was never upright but you guided me with my every movement
I write this with tears in my eyes I cannot hold back
From my scarred heart I spill out my words,for you left a mark
Stone hearted warrior I was but my heart you did crack
I cannot be lost cause you taught me these ways
Wish they knew what I hold back don’t know how this weighs
Blood of my blood, soul up bringer
Giver of life you’ve made my heart linger
I try to forget this pain but my heart grows fonder
Lord give me strength and wisdom
I know you’re in a better place
You left my space
Your space I can’t replace
What a huge void!!
Second year and you’re still not here to celebrate with me
I still thank God for life and give him all the glory
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Once again I long for your touch but you’re nowhere closer
I have no choice but to appreciate our every moment
Was never upright but you guided me with my every movement
I write this with tears in my eyes I cannot hold back
From my scarred heart I spill out my words,for you left a mark
Stone hearted warrior I was but my heart you did crack
I cannot be lost cause you taught me these ways
Wish they knew what I hold back don’t know how this weighs
Blood of my blood, soul up bringer
Giver of life you’ve made my heart linger
I try to forget this pain but my heart grows fonder
Lord give me strength and wisdom
I know you’re in a better place
You left my space
Your space I can’t replace
What a huge void!!
Second year and you’re still not here to celebrate with me
I still thank God for life and give him all the glory
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SUMMER'S SUN AND THE MEMORY'S
Below the densest clouds
My old memories
Waiting outside in the
Hot afternoon sun
For the white night.
Sweat all over me
The body trembles
By a touch of
The heat of summer sun.
Summer is real like a dream
So astonishing near
Having cool winds
Gently envelopes the memory's
Of having you beside me.
Missing those day's
Are the hardest
Bringing back all the memories.
I love summer,
I love it's cold, breezy weather
Sometimes cloud covering sun.
The bright colours added more
Flavour than before.
Playing on sand
Building home
Before the wave crash in.
Sleeping in grass.
Swimming on the beach
Beaches Shinning with golden sand
Like to stride on sea shore
and I fell in love.
Suffering on identify and
Using such great chance to hold you
The beautiful blue ocean
With the heat of summer sun.
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Below the densest clouds
My old memories
Waiting outside in the
Hot afternoon sun
For the white night.
Sweat all over me
The body trembles
By a touch of
The heat of summer sun.
Summer is real like a dream
So astonishing near
Having cool winds
Gently envelopes the memory's
Of having you beside me.
Missing those day's
Are the hardest
Bringing back all the memories.
I love summer,
I love it's cold, breezy weather
Sometimes cloud covering sun.
The bright colours added more
Flavour than before.
Playing on sand
Building home
Before the wave crash in.
Sleeping in grass.
Swimming on the beach
Beaches Shinning with golden sand
Like to stride on sea shore
and I fell in love.
Suffering on identify and
Using such great chance to hold you
The beautiful blue ocean
With the heat of summer sun.
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It was the midnight of the june, the gloomy sky with no moon, cluster of stars were trying to shimmer but amber like lamp was the best from my room.
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I had a short kind of horror idea a clown funeral and the wife is sitting there crying with the friends and family and then they hear it. pop goes the weasel playing so faintly they can barely hear it. the pastor drones on as the song gets louder and louder as the pastor speaks and everyone begins to look at each other confused till it clearly audible and the pastor has to speak loudly over it till...it suddenly stops before it finishes again. and the pastor asks everyone to bow their head to pray. just as he says the the pop goes the weasel finishes loudly and the coffin explodes open spraying everyone with a mixture of confetti and gore. it time skips to the office where the funeral director is apologizing profusely saying he isn't sure how this happened and the wife finds a gore stained note in her purse.
I KNOW IT WAS YOU
I KNOW YOU DID IT FOR MY MONEY
I know they will never prove it
I KNOW YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH OUR NEIGHBOR SCOTT
I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT
I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE YOU CAN CHOKE ON OPEN THE BOX
INSIDE IS A MIDDLE FINGER
the wife begins to sob hysterically
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I KNOW IT WAS YOU
I KNOW YOU DID IT FOR MY MONEY
I know they will never prove it
I KNOW YOU WERE SLEEPING WITH OUR NEIGHBOR SCOTT
I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON IT
I HAVE SOMETHING ELSE YOU CAN CHOKE ON OPEN THE BOX
INSIDE IS A MIDDLE FINGER
the wife begins to sob hysterically
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I rushed down stairs. The wild energy around her was affecting me.
Not only affecting me but turning me into the perfect dumbass.
So I thought its good idea if I catch up with my buddy before a vapourising.
Reaching on the last step, I looked up at the direction of my room.
One second... What she is doing in my room? Rubbing the temple of my head, I dismiss all the cascading thoughts and marched towards the kitchen.
"Oww, Holy hell" One second I was marching with my head held high and now I was embracing the pavement.
Wow just great. I haven't been this lucky in my whole life.
And suddenly I was showered with the God's grace.
And I don't think I like it.
"Sir...what are you doing on the floor" A very confused Lola, inquired with the bucket that she just emptied on me
"I'm kissing the floor, Lola" I replied politely, well my system is shaken now, especially the one which is responsible for my emotions and feelings.
"How did you fell ?" Vivek asked in very concerned voice, rushing to me.
"No Vivek sir he is not fallen, he is just kissing the floor" Lola beamed from somewhere and I didn't even had energy to facepalm.
" And why you are wet?" He inquired
" Ohh wow he talks " My lips formed in knowing smile, well it's more like a grin.
Actually I was just taunting him.
for turning my life upside down. A if it wasn't already.
"Yeah sir he talks very much and politely" She beamed again from somewhere and I couldn't do anything more than sighing
"Why you are wet? " Vivek asked again ignoring Lola.
He is really good in ignoring people.
"It's God's grace in liquid form" I murmured, sinking my body in floor.
"No sir I just dropped water on him that I was using for cleaning" Stupid woman chirped again, it's better if she murders herself because I will do it brutally and she won't like it, I don't even need to say how ruthless I'm, That idiot doesn't know when to use her mouth and mind, but I'm not even sure if she has mind.
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Not only affecting me but turning me into the perfect dumbass.
So I thought its good idea if I catch up with my buddy before a vapourising.
Reaching on the last step, I looked up at the direction of my room.
One second... What she is doing in my room? Rubbing the temple of my head, I dismiss all the cascading thoughts and marched towards the kitchen.
"Oww, Holy hell" One second I was marching with my head held high and now I was embracing the pavement.
Wow just great. I haven't been this lucky in my whole life.
And suddenly I was showered with the God's grace.
And I don't think I like it.
"Sir...what are you doing on the floor" A very confused Lola, inquired with the bucket that she just emptied on me
"I'm kissing the floor, Lola" I replied politely, well my system is shaken now, especially the one which is responsible for my emotions and feelings.
"How did you fell ?" Vivek asked in very concerned voice, rushing to me.
"No Vivek sir he is not fallen, he is just kissing the floor" Lola beamed from somewhere and I didn't even had energy to facepalm.
" And why you are wet?" He inquired
" Ohh wow he talks " My lips formed in knowing smile, well it's more like a grin.
Actually I was just taunting him.
for turning my life upside down. A if it wasn't already.
"Yeah sir he talks very much and politely" She beamed again from somewhere and I couldn't do anything more than sighing
"Why you are wet? " Vivek asked again ignoring Lola.
He is really good in ignoring people.
"It's God's grace in liquid form" I murmured, sinking my body in floor.
"No sir I just dropped water on him that I was using for cleaning" Stupid woman chirped again, it's better if she murders herself because I will do it brutally and she won't like it, I don't even need to say how ruthless I'm, That idiot doesn't know when to use her mouth and mind, but I'm not even sure if she has mind.
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A madman’s love story
I’m waiting for you
all I possess is a mirage of you
I became an artist, with brush strokes of my mind
I laid your colours on the canvas of my imagination
I traced the borders of your face, the curves of your chin
the thin lines of your long hair,
I stumbled with a thought of your lips,
if only I had the courage to fall in love, I would have had the whole you
I remained with an incomplete you
I became a composer, with bursting melodies of your unfelt grace
the tunes crack midway, the beats scream away
I’m left with an unfinished symphony of you
if only I surrendered to the riotous river of love, I would have met you at the shore
I failed as an artist and composer so I am left to dimly imagine
I can only imagine what your favourite colour would be
maybe a light turquoise, the colour of gemstones, a colour of passion and love
or green because you’re all freshness my darling
the nights bring forth beaming stars from the distant
piercing through the thick darkness they cheer up every human soul
I can’t see but feel your dark-defeating glare from afar
why do I sense your proximity? you’re getting closer
like positive and negative particles, our fate lies in our unity
I’m a madman madly in love with the invisible you___________________________
a cripple of a mind is one which fails to imagine
when I can no longer sense your fragrance carried by the wind
or when I lay bare without a shred of witness to your being
I scream aloud wishing that you could hear me and come closer
without imagination and love, I am a cripple and dull
my only source of solace is hope,
I hope to once feel the tug of your presence,
hope can see the light; it alone is not enough to come near the light
I’m missing courage, a pivot in the endeavour for love
I’ll go out in the streets chanting your unknown name till dark
I’ll jump from my shell to the lowest shell just to be near you, my beautiful proton
if love needs courage, I will love you courageously
till then I’ll hold on to your unworn shoes
I’ll knit a scarf with a colour of light turquoise
for courage without hope is empty
and often hope is all I have, I am a madman.
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I’m waiting for you
all I possess is a mirage of you
I became an artist, with brush strokes of my mind
I laid your colours on the canvas of my imagination
I traced the borders of your face, the curves of your chin
the thin lines of your long hair,
I stumbled with a thought of your lips,
if only I had the courage to fall in love, I would have had the whole you
I remained with an incomplete you
I became a composer, with bursting melodies of your unfelt grace
the tunes crack midway, the beats scream away
I’m left with an unfinished symphony of you
if only I surrendered to the riotous river of love, I would have met you at the shore
I failed as an artist and composer so I am left to dimly imagine
I can only imagine what your favourite colour would be
maybe a light turquoise, the colour of gemstones, a colour of passion and love
or green because you’re all freshness my darling
the nights bring forth beaming stars from the distant
piercing through the thick darkness they cheer up every human soul
I can’t see but feel your dark-defeating glare from afar
why do I sense your proximity? you’re getting closer
like positive and negative particles, our fate lies in our unity
I’m a madman madly in love with the invisible you___________________________
a cripple of a mind is one which fails to imagine
when I can no longer sense your fragrance carried by the wind
or when I lay bare without a shred of witness to your being
I scream aloud wishing that you could hear me and come closer
without imagination and love, I am a cripple and dull
my only source of solace is hope,
I hope to once feel the tug of your presence,
hope can see the light; it alone is not enough to come near the light
I’m missing courage, a pivot in the endeavour for love
I’ll go out in the streets chanting your unknown name till dark
I’ll jump from my shell to the lowest shell just to be near you, my beautiful proton
if love needs courage, I will love you courageously
till then I’ll hold on to your unworn shoes
I’ll knit a scarf with a colour of light turquoise
for courage without hope is empty
and often hope is all I have, I am a madman.
#poetry
#review
#everybody
#kaleb
It's not like that,
she wanted me that
is why she used to
of calling me...
It's more than of
there are a lot of
reasons of
our separation...
that time she took me in her own way
after that she realised her mistakes
but it was so late
There are no hope anyway...
now she feels regret...
But it's not like that
there were only her mistakes
i too gave her so many reasons...
i too made so many mistakes...
but she left me that
time when i needed
her so much...
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she wanted me that
is why she used to
of calling me...
It's more than of
there are a lot of
reasons of
our separation...
that time she took me in her own way
after that she realised her mistakes
but it was so late
There are no hope anyway...
now she feels regret...
But it's not like that
there were only her mistakes
i too gave her so many reasons...
i too made so many mistakes...
but she left me that
time when i needed
her so much...
#Aarav
#Review
#poetry
#everyone