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.
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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.
#Review #vivektavinita #poem
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
PHANTASY
The illusion
Mystery
Shadows behind the curtains
Sometimes it's all there is to it
Shadows
As hard as you may try
And try you definitely will
You won't figure the trick out
Won't?
Why, yes !
Impossible to find what does not exist
Wait for the fog to clear up
Allow the curtain to rise
It's not always a Prince cursed
to live a loveless life with a hideous face
Wipe the illusion off your glasses
Look again
It's a beast
#poetry #Eli #review #everyone
The illusion
Mystery
Shadows behind the curtains
Sometimes it's all there is to it
Shadows
As hard as you may try
And try you definitely will
You won't figure the trick out
Won't?
Why, yes !
Impossible to find what does not exist
Wait for the fog to clear up
Allow the curtain to rise
It's not always a Prince cursed
to live a loveless life with a hideous face
Wipe the illusion off your glasses
Look again
It's a beast
#poetry #Eli #review #everyone
I watch through the window as i sit on my desk
my childhood playing in my eyes retrospect
As the kids shout on street my heart yearns
To run amock once again in sun
And when the ball breaks through the glass of a window
I will perhaps hide in the burrow
behind the usual place of my castle
built with rock and imaginary bindings magical
To whine once again when things are hard to handle
And being cared for the issues most trifle
I want to shout with all my heart
and not worry about looking smart
I want to feel strong when I'm not
cause that's how kids believe they are with all their heart
So looking across the street I smile
as the kids runs amock, my childhood survives
#tm #poetry #review
my childhood playing in my eyes retrospect
As the kids shout on street my heart yearns
To run amock once again in sun
And when the ball breaks through the glass of a window
I will perhaps hide in the burrow
behind the usual place of my castle
built with rock and imaginary bindings magical
To whine once again when things are hard to handle
And being cared for the issues most trifle
I want to shout with all my heart
and not worry about looking smart
I want to feel strong when I'm not
cause that's how kids believe they are with all their heart
So looking across the street I smile
as the kids runs amock, my childhood survives
#tm #poetry #review
She is creator,
The nourisher
The first teacher
And the silent listener
The only unconditional love
On earth is found in her cradle
The wind beneath the wings,
The source of a mighty spring,
The shadow on a parched summer day,
She is the foundational pillar of life's hallway
Without her what would humanity be?
An insipid malady.
Mother is a personal super heroine
And The bridge between human and divine.
#SG #poetry #review
The nourisher
The first teacher
And the silent listener
The only unconditional love
On earth is found in her cradle
The wind beneath the wings,
The source of a mighty spring,
The shadow on a parched summer day,
She is the foundational pillar of life's hallway
Without her what would humanity be?
An insipid malady.
Mother is a personal super heroine
And The bridge between human and divine.
#SG #poetry #review
She is a mother, She's an inspirator, She's an instructor
The air beneath my wings, The only voice that avenge aloud but heard sombre
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains anyone had caused her.
No one has the right to insult my mother
My mother isn't a mistake, My mother isn't a stranger, My Mother isn't a lunatic
She does all she does with selflessness, My Epic
Do people still sings poem for their mother lately?
Even on a day like this she still cry saying she hasn't done enough..
How can I appreciate you this mother? My carrier
The only one who carries me from zero and never get tired of still carrying me...
My educator, My entertainment; That why I call her an Edutainer
She's my mother, My Courage, The creator of my identity, The mirror of my reality
When I'm hurt and keep crying, she says don't worry ants bites then we both smiles
The only one who says "Similoluwa, don't worry you can't loose" even when it tight and almost gone, she never stop pressing on to see me press more....
Its funny how she does this even when we all knows she loves Apple so much but....
When apples (🍏🍏🍏🍏) are four and we are five (👩 👗👚👗👗) ;my mother says, "I don't like Apples.
Happy mothers day
#simi #review #everyone
The air beneath my wings, The only voice that avenge aloud but heard sombre
If she could write a story,It would be the greatest ever told.
She learnt how to cry from words and flashback not just the pains anyone had caused her.
No one has the right to insult my mother
My mother isn't a mistake, My mother isn't a stranger, My Mother isn't a lunatic
She does all she does with selflessness, My Epic
Do people still sings poem for their mother lately?
Even on a day like this she still cry saying she hasn't done enough..
How can I appreciate you this mother? My carrier
The only one who carries me from zero and never get tired of still carrying me...
My educator, My entertainment; That why I call her an Edutainer
She's my mother, My Courage, The creator of my identity, The mirror of my reality
When I'm hurt and keep crying, she says don't worry ants bites then we both smiles
The only one who says "Similoluwa, don't worry you can't loose" even when it tight and almost gone, she never stop pressing on to see me press more....
Its funny how she does this even when we all knows she loves Apple so much but....
When apples (🍏🍏🍏🍏) are four and we are five (👩 👗👚👗👗) ;my mother says, "I don't like Apples.
Happy mothers day
#simi #review #everyone
Title: A world Apart
Genre: Fanstay
Chapter 1
"Naoko! Naoko!"
I call her again and again but she was gone, swallowed by the early morning fog. I hope it keeps her safe. Safe from the world, safe from me too.
I stop running behind her, my heart hurts so much, I didn't see this coming at all. I thought we were in love, that she wouldn't leave but then she's gone.
I try hard to concentrate, to look beyond that cloud of mist but nothing, I can't see anything beyond it.
"That mist must have been magical," my friend Sinzo suggests.
"Maybe," I say
"but then who created it?" I ask
"That was a powerful spell, all the spells I casted to find Naoko ended up leading to nothing, I believe she must have returned to her own world." Sinzo tells me with an expression of suspicion
"Leorio..." Sinzo puts a hand on my shoulder trying to ease my pain. My heart feels like someone has ripped it out of it's place and then crushed it under an elephant's feet.
"It wasn't her world buddy, she won't have been safe here, so in a way she did what you wanted her to do from the start." He solaces me or atleast tries to
"She could've atleast warned me once!" I burst out, I don't know if it's my anger that I was left out of the loop or was it the fact that my heart was broken.
"But the question is, who did that magic, as far as I know we were the only people who knew she was in our world. Could it be...?" Sinzo leaves the sentence hanging in the air
"That someone else found out she was here and..." My voice cracks, my eyes open wide in fear
"And threatened her to leave?" Sinzo completes
"But if that was the case she could have told us right!?" I ask, he scratches his chin in suspicion. The pain of my heart break was gone and now a fear took it's place, the question that echoed in my mind was 'Is she safe?'
"You don't worry, I'll find out. Don't think too much." Sinzo tells me and leaves. I try to use my magic power to find her but to only have same conclusion, nothing!
#tm #shortstory #review
Genre: Fanstay
Chapter 1
"Naoko! Naoko!"
I call her again and again but she was gone, swallowed by the early morning fog. I hope it keeps her safe. Safe from the world, safe from me too.
I stop running behind her, my heart hurts so much, I didn't see this coming at all. I thought we were in love, that she wouldn't leave but then she's gone.
I try hard to concentrate, to look beyond that cloud of mist but nothing, I can't see anything beyond it.
"That mist must have been magical," my friend Sinzo suggests.
"Maybe," I say
"but then who created it?" I ask
"That was a powerful spell, all the spells I casted to find Naoko ended up leading to nothing, I believe she must have returned to her own world." Sinzo tells me with an expression of suspicion
"Leorio..." Sinzo puts a hand on my shoulder trying to ease my pain. My heart feels like someone has ripped it out of it's place and then crushed it under an elephant's feet.
"It wasn't her world buddy, she won't have been safe here, so in a way she did what you wanted her to do from the start." He solaces me or atleast tries to
"She could've atleast warned me once!" I burst out, I don't know if it's my anger that I was left out of the loop or was it the fact that my heart was broken.
"But the question is, who did that magic, as far as I know we were the only people who knew she was in our world. Could it be...?" Sinzo leaves the sentence hanging in the air
"That someone else found out she was here and..." My voice cracks, my eyes open wide in fear
"And threatened her to leave?" Sinzo completes
"But if that was the case she could have told us right!?" I ask, he scratches his chin in suspicion. The pain of my heart break was gone and now a fear took it's place, the question that echoed in my mind was 'Is she safe?'
"You don't worry, I'll find out. Don't think too much." Sinzo tells me and leaves. I try to use my magic power to find her but to only have same conclusion, nothing!
#tm #shortstory #review
Egocentric Pandemic
This is beyond a wear, why do we still thinks we are fine?
With anxiety we wore it with pride. well, we did because it was not the only option left
It between living and existing a live, A banquet follows after our barricade emotions;
The world is shutting down why aren't we seeing it?
Fours eyes are becoming none? Why aren't we noticing?
Seem like darkness is smiling, air is thick... Are we still not feeling that?
It's okay to say he dead in a car accident how about they all dead in a car accident?
My intensions are not to scare you, am just definition the moment by my own thought
But I think we should know this is the main definition of the vanity some men once spoke of. Aren't we imagining things? Why do we still think It our own self wishes?
Where are the Rose Royce owners?
Bing-bing Lagos benz owners?
Life of a party? That one that thinks I can't go a week without clubbing?
Oh my tailor must not disappear me? This weekend, they must all noticed me
How about, I can't warm a meal of yesterday? It's not a pride it won't just go...
Yes, I nearly forgot, my sister on the top view; team mainland is not my thing just island
Can the delusions be with held and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time, panic strikes as the death nears.
The Pandemic? Humans questioned! Ask the creator,
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
Delusions reach the dead end,as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,as I erased the creature forever!
Don't we think we are been short listed from this world already?
Don't know if we have to talk or we should run.
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#review #everyone #simi
This is beyond a wear, why do we still thinks we are fine?
With anxiety we wore it with pride. well, we did because it was not the only option left
It between living and existing a live, A banquet follows after our barricade emotions;
The world is shutting down why aren't we seeing it?
Fours eyes are becoming none? Why aren't we noticing?
Seem like darkness is smiling, air is thick... Are we still not feeling that?
It's okay to say he dead in a car accident how about they all dead in a car accident?
My intensions are not to scare you, am just definition the moment by my own thought
But I think we should know this is the main definition of the vanity some men once spoke of. Aren't we imagining things? Why do we still think It our own self wishes?
Where are the Rose Royce owners?
Bing-bing Lagos benz owners?
Life of a party? That one that thinks I can't go a week without clubbing?
Oh my tailor must not disappear me? This weekend, they must all noticed me
How about, I can't warm a meal of yesterday? It's not a pride it won't just go...
Yes, I nearly forgot, my sister on the top view; team mainland is not my thing just island
Can the delusions be with held and the damage come to an end?
Never seen by the naked eyes,could it go away from life?
Questions unresolved in time, panic strikes as the death nears.
The Pandemic? Humans questioned! Ask the creator,
Any way out of this cobweb of pain?
Delusions reach the dead end,as you turn into a good Samaritan.
Never to be seen again till the end,as I erased the creature forever!
Don't we think we are been short listed from this world already?
Don't know if we have to talk or we should run.
We all are going through a tough time. Reality is harsh with the disease being violent and deadly. Any disaster that emerges is due to the imbalance in the ecosystem. We humans have taken our Mother Earth for granted since ages with a feeling of “Why should I care?” There could be a possibility that karma has been reverted back due to the ignorance uprooted. This poem is my thoughts over this situation, and how the Nature converses about the problems caused.
#review #everyone #simi