/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.
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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
Who says you can't cry
on a page
let your pen bleed
the tear
as your pain appears
in words
on the torn off corners
of the dusty pages
let the ink smudge
from the soaked sponge
turning the page
into smokey eyes
as the drop races
down
will your pen follow
your heart
as you wallow
will your soul feel
the pain or shallow
words will you stutter
as you loose the control and sob
on the paper
confiding it to be
your best friend
will it fly up
trying to wipe it off
your cheek, under your eyes
or will it drown itself
in the tears, frozen ice
#tm #poetry #review
on a page
let your pen bleed
the tear
as your pain appears
in words
on the torn off corners
of the dusty pages
let the ink smudge
from the soaked sponge
turning the page
into smokey eyes
as the drop races
down
will your pen follow
your heart
as you wallow
will your soul feel
the pain or shallow
words will you stutter
as you loose the control and sob
on the paper
confiding it to be
your best friend
will it fly up
trying to wipe it off
your cheek, under your eyes
or will it drown itself
in the tears, frozen ice
#tm #poetry #review
It was one of those nights. Five men walked into the bar and took seats at the table I was assigned to. I quickly arranged my hair and put on the most bizarre smile. If I was going to get any tip, I had to be on my best behavior.
"What would you like?" I asked watching them skim through the menu
"You... " One of the men replied taking off his shades to reveal the most captivating and bewitching set of eyes.
I couldn't stop staring at his deep brown eyes, a masterpiece designed by the creator and definitely with some fine clay. Our eyes remained locked and at some point, it felt weird that he was looking at me.
"Sorry?" I asked, pretending not to have heard him just order for a "me"
Then he turned away and looked at one of the men while talking to me.
"What's today's special?"
I realized at that moment that he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anyone or anything and he definitely didn't fall in love with me like I just did.
#bie #prose #everyone #review
"What would you like?" I asked watching them skim through the menu
"You... " One of the men replied taking off his shades to reveal the most captivating and bewitching set of eyes.
I couldn't stop staring at his deep brown eyes, a masterpiece designed by the creator and definitely with some fine clay. Our eyes remained locked and at some point, it felt weird that he was looking at me.
"Sorry?" I asked, pretending not to have heard him just order for a "me"
Then he turned away and looked at one of the men while talking to me.
"What's today's special?"
I realized at that moment that he couldn't see me. He couldn't see anyone or anything and he definitely didn't fall in love with me like I just did.
#bie #prose #everyone #review
Night howls,
And the dark engulfs me.
Soaking on creepiness around me.
A pair of eyes watches every move,
As I drag myself in the room.
Cold pavement empty corridors,
Dreadful the moment, silent screams roars.
Closing my eyes dropping on bed,
I'm fearless not afraid of death.
Darkness is smiling
And air is thick
Some gooey things, I was licked.
Flustered and disgusted,
I opened my eyes.
A horrible smile and creepy eyes
Staring me, flashing the light (teeth)
Sitting, I was unmoved
Don't know if I have to talk or I should run.
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And the dark engulfs me.
Soaking on creepiness around me.
A pair of eyes watches every move,
As I drag myself in the room.
Cold pavement empty corridors,
Dreadful the moment, silent screams roars.
Closing my eyes dropping on bed,
I'm fearless not afraid of death.
Darkness is smiling
And air is thick
Some gooey things, I was licked.
Flustered and disgusted,
I opened my eyes.
A horrible smile and creepy eyes
Staring me, flashing the light (teeth)
Sitting, I was unmoved
Don't know if I have to talk or I should run.
#Review #vivektavinita #poem
Wind that was howling around
Pinning me to the forest ground
Elongated fangs and killer smile,
Sending chills to my spine.
Brown eyes, gorgeous honey pools
Made me loopy, made me lose.
Crackling Fire, kindling beside
Made him bathe in amber light
Driving crazy and they mocks
Some of his unruly locks
Demon against me, is wonderful sight.
Alas!
Starry sky and that beautiful night.
#vivektavinita #Review #poem
Pinning me to the forest ground
Elongated fangs and killer smile,
Sending chills to my spine.
Brown eyes, gorgeous honey pools
Made me loopy, made me lose.
Crackling Fire, kindling beside
Made him bathe in amber light
Driving crazy and they mocks
Some of his unruly locks
Demon against me, is wonderful sight.
Alas!
Starry sky and that beautiful night.
#vivektavinita #Review #poem
the cold white burns
of stars
in a blazing dark night
a relief to eyes
like an oasis
to the thirsty eyes
the chirping of cricket
the honking horns of bikes
the silence in between
stretches through the night
a twinkling lamp at the horizon
or a plane waving bye
it's a typical summer night
as the constellation takes on
the thoughts of who presides
under the moonlight
lying on the back resigned
of the world that lays behind
or a universe besides
the dark contours of the sky
and as he passes by into sleep
he enjoys the typical summer night
#tm #poetry #review
of stars
in a blazing dark night
a relief to eyes
like an oasis
to the thirsty eyes
the chirping of cricket
the honking horns of bikes
the silence in between
stretches through the night
a twinkling lamp at the horizon
or a plane waving bye
it's a typical summer night
as the constellation takes on
the thoughts of who presides
under the moonlight
lying on the back resigned
of the world that lays behind
or a universe besides
the dark contours of the sky
and as he passes by into sleep
he enjoys the typical summer night
#tm #poetry #review