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
Valentine justice
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Volunteers of "sanskruti surakhya sangathan" had a hectic day. Every year during the valentine week they do this social service. Wherever they went couples fled the area. After evacuating three-four gardens & parks they decided to take rest for some time in a temple courtyard. Some of the volunteers went into the temple to offer praying to the Lord. But they couldn't believe their eyes. The idols of principal deity Lord Krishna and Radha were absent from their place.
#review #everyone #shortstory
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Volunteers of "sanskruti surakhya sangathan" had a hectic day. Every year during the valentine week they do this social service. Wherever they went couples fled the area. After evacuating three-four gardens & parks they decided to take rest for some time in a temple courtyard. Some of the volunteers went into the temple to offer praying to the Lord. But they couldn't believe their eyes. The idols of principal deity Lord Krishna and Radha were absent from their place.
#review #everyone #shortstory
Yours Sincerely
Many don’t have a guiding soul,
Who become our shadows,
A part of our own conscience,
A part of our own goals,
And those who do,
Don’t compare to you.
Your wit, your exuberance, lightens up a room in an instant,
And your jokes, though corny,
Don’t make you any less puissant.
No one sees you for who you are, taking your for granted,
But you still put our needs, our desires above yours,
And they’re too blind to see the trees you have planted.
How you manage to stay so calm and patient, amazes me,
Inspires me to see,
How an erudite like you,
Stays so grounded, so different from all the wannabes.
And even though our relationship is on the rocky road,
You mean so much to me Papa,
And there is so much to soak in the thoughts,
That never overflowed.
#kt #poetry #review
(The flow feels a bit off and I can't think of ways to fix it. Any help would be appreciated a lot :))
Many don’t have a guiding soul,
Who become our shadows,
A part of our own conscience,
A part of our own goals,
And those who do,
Don’t compare to you.
Your wit, your exuberance, lightens up a room in an instant,
And your jokes, though corny,
Don’t make you any less puissant.
No one sees you for who you are, taking your for granted,
But you still put our needs, our desires above yours,
And they’re too blind to see the trees you have planted.
How you manage to stay so calm and patient, amazes me,
Inspires me to see,
How an erudite like you,
Stays so grounded, so different from all the wannabes.
And even though our relationship is on the rocky road,
You mean so much to me Papa,
And there is so much to soak in the thoughts,
That never overflowed.
#kt #poetry #review
(The flow feels a bit off and I can't think of ways to fix it. Any help would be appreciated a lot :))
Winnow away the time will come,
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is seeing for a glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is seeing for a glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Winnow away the time will come,
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is going to glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review
Hold on, the crumb will trump,
My host you see,
THE final lap without the nursery,
This victory shall come and pass,
Let us dance like a foxtrot crass,
In this madness you will dance,
Dance like no one is going to glance,
Oh my friend life is like that;
It teaches you to whirl in rain,
Don't be ashamed of being insane 😄
#zm #poetry #review