Dark forces taking over the fortress of love;
The pure hearted love now hiding in an alcove;
Mindless abyss, the world now in tow;
I wonder who the hell started the row;
And then the dark knight comes with more seeds to sow;
I shudder at the prospect of having to show ;
The skeletons of my closet now on my brow;
Still the light kindles in the heart, though slow;
I am hopeful that I will fight off the dreaded foe!
#currenttimes #lockdown #Review #COVID
The pure hearted love now hiding in an alcove;
Mindless abyss, the world now in tow;
I wonder who the hell started the row;
And then the dark knight comes with more seeds to sow;
I shudder at the prospect of having to show ;
The skeletons of my closet now on my brow;
Still the light kindles in the heart, though slow;
I am hopeful that I will fight off the dreaded foe!
#currenttimes #lockdown #Review #COVID
Ambedkarism vs brahminism
Annihilation of caste,
Violation of brahmin law,
Riddles in Hinduism,
Let me show you some wisdom,
Who were shudras,
People love rudra,
What Gandhi and congress have done to the untouchable,
No you are not capable,
The problem of the rupee,
Can we use that for free? We need that,
Buddha or Karl marx,
Oh there you are let's make them leftist,
Buddha and his dhamma,
Let's make a powerful sangha,
Who made the constitution,
This is not your institution,
We need manusmriti.
#martian #everyone #poetry #review
Annihilation of caste,
Violation of brahmin law,
Riddles in Hinduism,
Let me show you some wisdom,
Who were shudras,
People love rudra,
What Gandhi and congress have done to the untouchable,
No you are not capable,
The problem of the rupee,
Can we use that for free? We need that,
Buddha or Karl marx,
Oh there you are let's make them leftist,
Buddha and his dhamma,
Let's make a powerful sangha,
Who made the constitution,
This is not your institution,
We need manusmriti.
#martian #everyone #poetry #review
Truly, I wonder deeply.
What concerning you this piece should tell?
I itch to tell a story.
But I'm afraid I cannot foretell the response it might elicit.
So, forgive me if it is one of sadness.
It was only a few hours before you became a bundle of Joy in warm blankets under the scrutiny of peering eyes.
This is where it shall begin; your story;
A story that almost never became yours
until a few hours later.
And so, without further ado,
I shall begin this story from before:
"INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."
This is how I know to describe your state as a nonentity. It is also an interpretation
of the above display of excess White Space which pales in comparison to the endlessness of what you once were. "INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."
You knew not Joy nor deep sadness.
You knew not love nor hatred.
You knew not the intricacies of the human existence.
Your chance at an eternity of stillness was taken away from you on this very day.
And since that moment of realization, you have pondered day after day, night after night, the same question Alaska Young pondered upon:
HOW DO I ESCAPE
THIS LABYRINTH OF SUFFERING?
You don't until you don't.
Enjoy the ride until the rusty wheels come off.
#Black116
#Review
#Everyone
#poetry
#Supposedbirthdaypoem
What concerning you this piece should tell?
I itch to tell a story.
But I'm afraid I cannot foretell the response it might elicit.
So, forgive me if it is one of sadness.
It was only a few hours before you became a bundle of Joy in warm blankets under the scrutiny of peering eyes.
This is where it shall begin; your story;
A story that almost never became yours
until a few hours later.
And so, without further ado,
I shall begin this story from before:
"INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."
This is how I know to describe your state as a nonentity. It is also an interpretation
of the above display of excess White Space which pales in comparison to the endlessness of what you once were. "INFINITE NOTHINGNESS."
You knew not Joy nor deep sadness.
You knew not love nor hatred.
You knew not the intricacies of the human existence.
Your chance at an eternity of stillness was taken away from you on this very day.
And since that moment of realization, you have pondered day after day, night after night, the same question Alaska Young pondered upon:
HOW DO I ESCAPE
THIS LABYRINTH OF SUFFERING?
You don't until you don't.
Enjoy the ride until the rusty wheels come off.
#Black116
#Review
#Everyone
#poetry
#Supposedbirthdaypoem
I wanna see you smiling
Day when I am dying
Please come closer to my bed
And Kiss me on my forehead
Then I'll slowly close my eyes
Seeing you I will rest in paradise
I will not able to touch you
But I promise I'll always see you
As star I'll always shining
Don't cry I am just dying
#review #everyone #poetry #aaravtewari
Day when I am dying
Please come closer to my bed
And Kiss me on my forehead
Then I'll slowly close my eyes
Seeing you I will rest in paradise
I will not able to touch you
But I promise I'll always see you
As star I'll always shining
Don't cry I am just dying
#review #everyone #poetry #aaravtewari
Nights seem to have it's own control over me,
it scares me sometimes,
what if it takes me in its arms forever
and refuses to let go.
It's embrace feeling like darkness choking me
to dead and to a deadly realm.
As I close the CURTAINS of my room,
I feel myself coming back to the
dark lord's world, yet once again to
face the real virtuality of my dying self.
With no way out, I switch off the LIGHTS,
I feel it now, I feel it now,
like how in magical web series,
they could feel the strong magic power within,
I feel myself getting CLOSE to,
what now seems the end.
I REMEMBER how every night this happens,
how I feel I won't wake up the next morning,
but I do, wet with sweat,
and heavy breaths,
my body aching and my soul paining,
wishing the day never ends,
and the WARM sunlight never disappears.
With no real choice left,
I lay on my bed,
Sleep deprived yet needing some real sleep,
I try to keep my eyes open, but they go shut anyways,
FEAR creeping in, "Not Again".
I fall into the darkness again,
This time, I don't know if I'll wake up back,
Again...
#princhi #everyone #review
it scares me sometimes,
what if it takes me in its arms forever
and refuses to let go.
It's embrace feeling like darkness choking me
to dead and to a deadly realm.
As I close the CURTAINS of my room,
I feel myself coming back to the
dark lord's world, yet once again to
face the real virtuality of my dying self.
With no way out, I switch off the LIGHTS,
I feel it now, I feel it now,
like how in magical web series,
they could feel the strong magic power within,
I feel myself getting CLOSE to,
what now seems the end.
I REMEMBER how every night this happens,
how I feel I won't wake up the next morning,
but I do, wet with sweat,
and heavy breaths,
my body aching and my soul paining,
wishing the day never ends,
and the WARM sunlight never disappears.
With no real choice left,
I lay on my bed,
Sleep deprived yet needing some real sleep,
I try to keep my eyes open, but they go shut anyways,
FEAR creeping in, "Not Again".
I fall into the darkness again,
This time, I don't know if I'll wake up back,
Again...
#princhi #everyone #review
Hey,
You're that world ,right?
Who always cried ...
But I can see your face
Which seems to be happy these days
Tell me the rate
You gave for this date.
Dear ,
There is not any rate
That I have paid for this date
This smile needs faith
Not in others but the inner faith
Give yourself a chance to Fly in your space
You'll get this happiness within some days .
#poetry
#Divya
#everyone
#review
You're that world ,right?
Who always cried ...
But I can see your face
Which seems to be happy these days
Tell me the rate
You gave for this date.
Dear ,
There is not any rate
That I have paid for this date
This smile needs faith
Not in others but the inner faith
Give yourself a chance to Fly in your space
You'll get this happiness within some days .
#poetry
#Divya
#everyone
#review
Haven
Vague scars,
Broken hearts,
Finding their haven,
To soak in their reveries,
Full of broken memories.
#kt #micropoetry #review
Vague scars,
Broken hearts,
Finding their haven,
To soak in their reveries,
Full of broken memories.
#kt #micropoetry #review
Scrolling facebook feeds down and down,
Looking for friends in his lonely town.
He had many but talked a few,
Unaware of where life is taking him, he didn't knew.
Waiting for something to happen,
His sixth sense told him something strange,
He started feeling awkwardly insane,
like he was having a sudden brain drain.
He came across many people,
And finally found a girl,
Which he had seen before,
Having a gut feeling to adore.
He headed towards the send button,
And the rest is a mystery my friend.
Maybe Continued...
~vishal
#poetry #tale #review #everyone #vishal
Looking for friends in his lonely town.
He had many but talked a few,
Unaware of where life is taking him, he didn't knew.
Waiting for something to happen,
His sixth sense told him something strange,
He started feeling awkwardly insane,
like he was having a sudden brain drain.
He came across many people,
And finally found a girl,
Which he had seen before,
Having a gut feeling to adore.
He headed towards the send button,
And the rest is a mystery my friend.
Maybe Continued...
~vishal
#poetry #tale #review #everyone #vishal
The moon was high and screaming that day. The western sea roared his name. Some millions years ago, before the moon or the sea or the existence of this whole world, God ordered to his pen in the empty dark space to, “Write! Write what is destined form today till the end of all days!”, and with all the men who lived on the face of earth, his destiny too was written down .. Through a pen.
There were screams inside that one—roomed—mud—walled hut, a woman was pregnant, and she is going to give birth to a male child, an heir, a dream of a father. But sadly his father was not an emperor or a man of high power, he is just a ‘man’ of bad luck, born in a family of dalits, the untouchables. He never could do anything of his luck and like all, he never tried.
Two men are outside the house. One is young and tensed, who keeps walking back-and-forth in his wooden footwear, creating the repeated sound of ‘clat’ and ‘clat’ as the wood kisses the dry soil. And the other sitting on the stone carved bench, drinking and cursing the cold environment and his fortune. Both man wore the least cloth needed to hide a person’s body, a single piece cloth rolled round from the chest to the knees. The continuous coming and going of village women, they would come and ask “is this the house?”, the tensed man would reply “Yes”. They would get in, he would try to sneak in and the women will shout at him to, “wait outside!”.
While inside the house, it was more women than needed. One was sitting by the head of the pregnant patient, sweeping the sweat of her head with a white wet cloth. Others holding hand, praying and saying “It will be alright”, while they too were unaware of the future, the woman got a high fever. And an old woman, who have seen enough births and deaths that it neither excite her nor scare her, sit in the corner smoking her bidi waiting for the right time. The only sound in that dark room was that of breathing, burning of bidi and the prayers on their lips to many gods. The remaining stood and stared at the screaming woman.
The moon reached its outmost shininess when the screams stopped, whispers turn louder and the boy breathed his first earthly breathe. And he cried – the high pitched cry and the beginning of new life turned the eyes of kind hearted woman to tears. The door got open, a woman got out with a babe against her bosom and gave him to his father. The sweet cry of the child turn the sweat of the tensed man into tears—tears of joy. He had a complete family now—or he is too unaware of the future of his joy? He hold him upwards and look at the babe, he was a bit red, they may have tried to clean him from the blood, but still some was left on his back and bit redness, caused by the cloth. He showed it to the moon, and thought, “Look! he is brighter and sweeter than you..”. He opened his mouth and spoke, in the presence of his unseen God, “From now on .. you are my moon. You are Chandra!”.
There he was sitting, seeing and listening to it all (The God).
#review #storypart #Pasha #everyone
There were screams inside that one—roomed—mud—walled hut, a woman was pregnant, and she is going to give birth to a male child, an heir, a dream of a father. But sadly his father was not an emperor or a man of high power, he is just a ‘man’ of bad luck, born in a family of dalits, the untouchables. He never could do anything of his luck and like all, he never tried.
Two men are outside the house. One is young and tensed, who keeps walking back-and-forth in his wooden footwear, creating the repeated sound of ‘clat’ and ‘clat’ as the wood kisses the dry soil. And the other sitting on the stone carved bench, drinking and cursing the cold environment and his fortune. Both man wore the least cloth needed to hide a person’s body, a single piece cloth rolled round from the chest to the knees. The continuous coming and going of village women, they would come and ask “is this the house?”, the tensed man would reply “Yes”. They would get in, he would try to sneak in and the women will shout at him to, “wait outside!”.
While inside the house, it was more women than needed. One was sitting by the head of the pregnant patient, sweeping the sweat of her head with a white wet cloth. Others holding hand, praying and saying “It will be alright”, while they too were unaware of the future, the woman got a high fever. And an old woman, who have seen enough births and deaths that it neither excite her nor scare her, sit in the corner smoking her bidi waiting for the right time. The only sound in that dark room was that of breathing, burning of bidi and the prayers on their lips to many gods. The remaining stood and stared at the screaming woman.
The moon reached its outmost shininess when the screams stopped, whispers turn louder and the boy breathed his first earthly breathe. And he cried – the high pitched cry and the beginning of new life turned the eyes of kind hearted woman to tears. The door got open, a woman got out with a babe against her bosom and gave him to his father. The sweet cry of the child turn the sweat of the tensed man into tears—tears of joy. He had a complete family now—or he is too unaware of the future of his joy? He hold him upwards and look at the babe, he was a bit red, they may have tried to clean him from the blood, but still some was left on his back and bit redness, caused by the cloth. He showed it to the moon, and thought, “Look! he is brighter and sweeter than you..”. He opened his mouth and spoke, in the presence of his unseen God, “From now on .. you are my moon. You are Chandra!”.
There he was sitting, seeing and listening to it all (The God).
#review #storypart #Pasha #everyone
Internet and the sea
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Internet is like a sea. Very beautiful. Attracts you to get in. You get into the shore. You enjoy the water and play with it. Now this is where you must stop yourself and get out it. Otherwise a big wave will come and take you into the deep sea and you're lost forever. You must have heard that the sea does not keep anything with itself. You're right. It will throw you out. But you ll be dead. Same is the case with internet. You ll not die literally but you ll be more dead than alive in terms of productivity and contribution to society.
However the internet and sea can connect you to the rest of the world. But the disclaimer is that, you must be insulated from it. Once water gets in...your titanic ll sink. Your virtual lover, for whom you plunged into the sea ll offer you help.
Jack.... Jack...
No response from jack.
She ll leave jack's hand. Jack ll sink into eternal blue scrolling down & down..and ll disappear forever.
#review
#everyone
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Internet is like a sea. Very beautiful. Attracts you to get in. You get into the shore. You enjoy the water and play with it. Now this is where you must stop yourself and get out it. Otherwise a big wave will come and take you into the deep sea and you're lost forever. You must have heard that the sea does not keep anything with itself. You're right. It will throw you out. But you ll be dead. Same is the case with internet. You ll not die literally but you ll be more dead than alive in terms of productivity and contribution to society.
However the internet and sea can connect you to the rest of the world. But the disclaimer is that, you must be insulated from it. Once water gets in...your titanic ll sink. Your virtual lover, for whom you plunged into the sea ll offer you help.
Jack.... Jack...
No response from jack.
She ll leave jack's hand. Jack ll sink into eternal blue scrolling down & down..and ll disappear forever.
#review
#everyone
Humans seek for power-
that could uproot
all mountains
Humans seek for wealth-
that'd fill the openings
with diamonds
Humans seek for knowledge-
that could be used
in both actions.
Live could still have been peaceful
If not for their crave
for top ranking
Creating a vie so cruel-
souls are being forced out
of their bodies.
But these wishes are distractions
they are not worth man's effort.
#ahmad #poetry #review
that could uproot
all mountains
Humans seek for wealth-
that'd fill the openings
with diamonds
Humans seek for knowledge-
that could be used
in both actions.
Live could still have been peaceful
If not for their crave
for top ranking
Creating a vie so cruel-
souls are being forced out
of their bodies.
But these wishes are distractions
they are not worth man's effort.
#ahmad #poetry #review
Wake up north wind
Wake up south wind
Blow over my lovers face
Fill his void with memories of me
Make him sleep not
The darkness has fallen
Let him know my guardians are a sleep
I am all alone and by myself
Let him know this is my signal
That I speak to him in secrecy
#killions
#Longingforher
#poetry
#Review
Wake up south wind
Blow over my lovers face
Fill his void with memories of me
Make him sleep not
The darkness has fallen
Let him know my guardians are a sleep
I am all alone and by myself
Let him know this is my signal
That I speak to him in secrecy
#killions
#Longingforher
#poetry
#Review
So you’re a stranger too...
That’s new.
In the desert sands, your rattle is all I hear
I can’t see you.
I’m not blind, just lost. Lost in these lands.
My emotion makes it clear. So clear, my vision is blurred.
And we’re still young, with a lot of life to live. Basically nothing to lose.
Tell me something. Something I want to hear.
“You’ll be there? Okay, what else?”
In fact, wait. No more. Words can be deceptive.
Why would you think I’ll be lying to you.
You can look in my heart because I’m telling the truth.
Oh wait... you cannot see too.
But you can feel something, with the warm sand underneath your feet.
“Jack, where are you?”
Right in front of you.
Take a step forward.
Come closer.
Hold my hands. We can get through this episode.
Love is as blind as a bat.
So they say, but scratch that.
Because it’s just blindfolded. I learnt that the hard way.
You’re still scared?
I understand you. It’s bound to happen.
I’m scared too. Maybe even more than you are.
But it could be worse when the temperature rises.
Take in a deep breath. Not so hard
Do you trust me?
I am an alien, true. But I hope you do.
Come closer to me. Ignore the despair in the air.
I will protect you.
Everything will be fine. You won’t get hurt.
You will be safe in my embrace.
Trust me. That’s all I want.
Just a little closer.
Closer...
Perfect.
Now give me your hands.
May I have this dance?
The Scribe 2020©
#review
That’s new.
In the desert sands, your rattle is all I hear
I can’t see you.
I’m not blind, just lost. Lost in these lands.
My emotion makes it clear. So clear, my vision is blurred.
And we’re still young, with a lot of life to live. Basically nothing to lose.
Tell me something. Something I want to hear.
“You’ll be there? Okay, what else?”
In fact, wait. No more. Words can be deceptive.
Why would you think I’ll be lying to you.
You can look in my heart because I’m telling the truth.
Oh wait... you cannot see too.
But you can feel something, with the warm sand underneath your feet.
“Jack, where are you?”
Right in front of you.
Take a step forward.
Come closer.
Hold my hands. We can get through this episode.
Love is as blind as a bat.
So they say, but scratch that.
Because it’s just blindfolded. I learnt that the hard way.
You’re still scared?
I understand you. It’s bound to happen.
I’m scared too. Maybe even more than you are.
But it could be worse when the temperature rises.
Take in a deep breath. Not so hard
Do you trust me?
I am an alien, true. But I hope you do.
Come closer to me. Ignore the despair in the air.
I will protect you.
Everything will be fine. You won’t get hurt.
You will be safe in my embrace.
Trust me. That’s all I want.
Just a little closer.
Closer...
Perfect.
Now give me your hands.
May I have this dance?
The Scribe 2020©
#review