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
It's been past midnight,
Moon was serene and bright
The sky there was a walking mirror
Reflecting my flaws without any error
Wind drawls, whispers and cheers
He was somewhere, told me in ear
Blushing smiling looking for the cause
His presence made me lost
He was there, talking to sky
And His eyes were piercing knives
Stars, then brought him in light
It was dream that came alive.
#poem #vivektavinita #Review
Moon was serene and bright
The sky there was a walking mirror
Reflecting my flaws without any error
Wind drawls, whispers and cheers
He was somewhere, told me in ear
Blushing smiling looking for the cause
His presence made me lost
He was there, talking to sky
And His eyes were piercing knives
Stars, then brought him in light
It was dream that came alive.
#poem #vivektavinita #Review
In this night of the radiant sky
The light of fireflies deny
The love of stars and dust
Which will not be the product of the rust
In the reverie of gleaming night
Will ever the sky meets sea-light
Wondering above the rooftop stuns
Millions of stars dancing on their glorious duns
True love has its pristine deed
It will never be a parsimonious need
#poetry #zm #review
The light of fireflies deny
The love of stars and dust
Which will not be the product of the rust
In the reverie of gleaming night
Will ever the sky meets sea-light
Wondering above the rooftop stuns
Millions of stars dancing on their glorious duns
True love has its pristine deed
It will never be a parsimonious need
#poetry #zm #review
#Just_thoughts
#Time..
Time is like #Sea_waves..
It never rests for you..
So does, Time..
It never stops for you..
You can't underestimate
The Power of Sea waves..
It's beauty can makes you to
Sink in Wonder..
Perhaps,
One large wave could turn
Rich into No-one..
So does, Time..
Always has it own power
On you..
In your
Past, Present, Future..
#review
#Time..
Time is like #Sea_waves..
It never rests for you..
So does, Time..
It never stops for you..
You can't underestimate
The Power of Sea waves..
It's beauty can makes you to
Sink in Wonder..
Perhaps,
One large wave could turn
Rich into No-one..
So does, Time..
Always has it own power
On you..
In your
Past, Present, Future..
#review
/Freedom from free will
They say will is power
And power is far
If you call it out
They tell you
It's captured somewhere far
You ask
Where or how far?
They answer
That's why we call it free will
It's the one that drives your wheel
So, it's found everywhere.
They say.
You wonder to where it drives
But the one above all the ways
Tells you, it drives down the way
Down on the highway
But never it drives
Never it dares
To take you up on the hill
Could never rotate your wheel.
He tells you,
Only I can rotate your wheel
Freedom to your will.
#poetry #M-k #review
They say will is power
And power is far
If you call it out
They tell you
It's captured somewhere far
You ask
Where or how far?
They answer
That's why we call it free will
It's the one that drives your wheel
So, it's found everywhere.
They say.
You wonder to where it drives
But the one above all the ways
Tells you, it drives down the way
Down on the highway
But never it drives
Never it dares
To take you up on the hill
Could never rotate your wheel.
He tells you,
Only I can rotate your wheel
Freedom to your will.
#poetry #M-k #review
Molds continue to form from stories
(of men)- that were told and written.
The livings are free to take any
to use, and can choose another.
But often sources state their limits:
that death always breaks their contact
with deceaseds, ending their narrations.
Admitting incompleteness in their stories
except of those who are living.
Two bags to keep all the stories
Failure, Success- were found to be suiting.
Deceaseds could not be asked for opinions
the livings took charge of the classification.
Departing this world also adds experience
to feel the life beyond where one's living.
Perhaps if these men could be contacted,
perhaps examples of success would change forever.
#ahmad #poetry #review
(of men)- that were told and written.
The livings are free to take any
to use, and can choose another.
But often sources state their limits:
that death always breaks their contact
with deceaseds, ending their narrations.
Admitting incompleteness in their stories
except of those who are living.
Two bags to keep all the stories
Failure, Success- were found to be suiting.
Deceaseds could not be asked for opinions
the livings took charge of the classification.
Departing this world also adds experience
to feel the life beyond where one's living.
Perhaps if these men could be contacted,
perhaps examples of success would change forever.
#ahmad #poetry #review