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
MOUSY VALENTINE
Oh yes I got that,
Frequent pondering restored that,
I won't force you to be mine,
But yes, you are my Valentine.
You're struck still, ain't you?
But you steal, didn't you?
Not my heart at all,
But my mind, body and soul.
Got that, you're not mine,
Being selfless, I'm solitary fine,
Knitting the webs of despicable anticipation,
Wanna put all these into an outline,
Oh yes! You're not my Valentine.
What a sluttish of the time!
Making me reimagine every penny.
I'm all yours but you are not mine,
Don't care, still you're my Valentine!!
#review
Oh yes I got that,
Frequent pondering restored that,
I won't force you to be mine,
But yes, you are my Valentine.
You're struck still, ain't you?
But you steal, didn't you?
Not my heart at all,
But my mind, body and soul.
Got that, you're not mine,
Being selfless, I'm solitary fine,
Knitting the webs of despicable anticipation,
Wanna put all these into an outline,
Oh yes! You're not my Valentine.
What a sluttish of the time!
Making me reimagine every penny.
I'm all yours but you are not mine,
Don't care, still you're my Valentine!!
#review
When we do the best we can, we never know what miracle is wrought in our life or the life of another.
#Review
#Review
Where Can We Find
The Complete Stories?
Molds continue to form from stories
(of men)- that were written and told.
Their abilities are exploited by men
to achieve their goals.
Success and Failure, the two bags-
where the casts are stored.
Many allotting events have passed, only
those living have came.
Often sources do blame Death,
That it severes their link.
Admitting their narrations of deceaseds
was never complete:
Wisdoms from experiences in that life
was what formed the missed-
An information to draw a conclusion on,
who are successful in life. We Find
The Complete Stories?
Molds continue to form from stories
(of men)- that were written and told.
Their abilities are exploited by men
to achieve their goals.
Success and Failure, the two bags-
where the casts are stored.
Many allotting events have passed, only
those living have came.
Often sources do blame Death,
That it severes their link.
Admitting their narrations of deceaseds
was never complete:
Wisdoms from experiences in that life
was what formed the missed-
An information to draw a conclusion on,
who are successful in life.
#review #ahmad #poetry
The Complete Stories?
Molds continue to form from stories
(of men)- that were written and told.
Their abilities are exploited by men
to achieve their goals.
Success and Failure, the two bags-
where the casts are stored.
Many allotting events have passed, only
those living have came.
Often sources do blame Death,
That it severes their link.
Admitting their narrations of deceaseds
was never complete:
Wisdoms from experiences in that life
was what formed the missed-
An information to draw a conclusion on,
who are successful in life. We Find
The Complete Stories?
Molds continue to form from stories
(of men)- that were written and told.
Their abilities are exploited by men
to achieve their goals.
Success and Failure, the two bags-
where the casts are stored.
Many allotting events have passed, only
those living have came.
Often sources do blame Death,
That it severes their link.
Admitting their narrations of deceaseds
was never complete:
Wisdoms from experiences in that life
was what formed the missed-
An information to draw a conclusion on,
who are successful in life.
#review #ahmad #poetry