Walking down the hallway
at my School,
I see a door.
"NO ENTRY", it reads.
I hear some voices
from the inside.
It's two people talking,
ignoring, I continue walking.
"Listen", came a loud yell.
I look behind,
"This stays between us",
I hear her tell.
They're diagonally opposite,
fast, I move,
out of their sight.
I start walking,
towards my class.
Toilet breaks,
never longlast.
As I sit down,
quietly on my bench,
a peon comes in,
asking for my bag.
I've done nothing wrong,
crying, I run down along.
The peon enters
into the principal's cabin.
I see my parents there,
very worried, they seem.
I stand and stare at them.
The Principal takes her mic,
"Miss Vyna has to leave
with her parents, tonight".
The announcement was made,
my feelings, nobody cared.
We all go outside,
I stand there, while,
my dad gets the car.
Mom puts my bag in,
dad gets out,
the peon gives him
a big pack, I see from the far.
Dad, what's that? I give a shout.
I push myself,
between all people,
to see what's the fuss about.
I see myself,
wrapped in that big pack.
My parents start crying,
as I hear someone say,
"She slipped in the toilet
and passed away".
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at my School,
I see a door.
"NO ENTRY", it reads.
I hear some voices
from the inside.
It's two people talking,
ignoring, I continue walking.
"Listen", came a loud yell.
I look behind,
"This stays between us",
I hear her tell.
They're diagonally opposite,
fast, I move,
out of their sight.
I start walking,
towards my class.
Toilet breaks,
never longlast.
As I sit down,
quietly on my bench,
a peon comes in,
asking for my bag.
I've done nothing wrong,
crying, I run down along.
The peon enters
into the principal's cabin.
I see my parents there,
very worried, they seem.
I stand and stare at them.
The Principal takes her mic,
"Miss Vyna has to leave
with her parents, tonight".
The announcement was made,
my feelings, nobody cared.
We all go outside,
I stand there, while,
my dad gets the car.
Mom puts my bag in,
dad gets out,
the peon gives him
a big pack, I see from the far.
Dad, what's that? I give a shout.
I push myself,
between all people,
to see what's the fuss about.
I see myself,
wrapped in that big pack.
My parents start crying,
as I hear someone say,
"She slipped in the toilet
and passed away".
#AnkitaShah
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I love the sky
It's so strangely beautiful
So smoothly painful
So wildly fascinating
And so magically bewildering.
I wish I could touch the sky
Where heaven, it beholds
That I ain't supposed to go
I wish I could feel the sky
The way it makes me feel
Numbly peaceful
The beautiful white cotton candies floating
In the deep blue infinite sky.
I love the sky
And everything
It has to offer. 💙
—Priyanshi©
#review #priyanshi #poem #sky
It's so strangely beautiful
So smoothly painful
So wildly fascinating
And so magically bewildering.
I wish I could touch the sky
Where heaven, it beholds
That I ain't supposed to go
I wish I could feel the sky
The way it makes me feel
Numbly peaceful
The beautiful white cotton candies floating
In the deep blue infinite sky.
I love the sky
And everything
It has to offer. 💙
—Priyanshi©
#review #priyanshi #poem #sky
#review I'm not supposed to do what I want, I'm not supposed to feel what I have, I'm the only a project of your unfinished desire, living a life inside you for my love I acquired for you.
The Space Between Us
Nights like this, I wonder where it all went wrong, does our heart decide to stop loving or we tell our hearts not to?
There are times when all I want to do is talk about us, our present and future. Times when I want to hold you so close like it’s the last time I’ll hold you and whisper to your sweet soft ears what you mean to me.
But I’ve mastered the art of telling my heart not to love and I know how to convince myself to hold back not knowing that just a sincere action of giving and receiving love could deeply enrich my soul.
Isn’t it better to Love than to act in such a way that shows my hearts doesn’t care?
What does it take to love I ask?
To be committed and vulnerable
To be patient and kind
To be forgiving and understanding
To not take each other for granted
I won’t try to tell myself I am happy without you because I know deep down, there’s this burning feeling that’s stuck in my heart, it feels really heavy and the only antidote is to reconnect and open my heart once more to you.
Maybe there’s a meaning in silence but let it not be based on hurt and pain so whatever meaning you chose to give to what silence means to you , let it be based on LOVE.
I CHOOSE LOVE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME
Maji_Orisa
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Nights like this, I wonder where it all went wrong, does our heart decide to stop loving or we tell our hearts not to?
There are times when all I want to do is talk about us, our present and future. Times when I want to hold you so close like it’s the last time I’ll hold you and whisper to your sweet soft ears what you mean to me.
But I’ve mastered the art of telling my heart not to love and I know how to convince myself to hold back not knowing that just a sincere action of giving and receiving love could deeply enrich my soul.
Isn’t it better to Love than to act in such a way that shows my hearts doesn’t care?
What does it take to love I ask?
To be committed and vulnerable
To be patient and kind
To be forgiving and understanding
To not take each other for granted
I won’t try to tell myself I am happy without you because I know deep down, there’s this burning feeling that’s stuck in my heart, it feels really heavy and the only antidote is to reconnect and open my heart once more to you.
Maybe there’s a meaning in silence but let it not be based on hurt and pain so whatever meaning you chose to give to what silence means to you , let it be based on LOVE.
I CHOOSE LOVE AND LET IT BEGIN WITH ME
Maji_Orisa
#Maji_Orisa #poem #love #everyone #review
Goodbye
A twelve year old
And the sands of time,
Unknown to each other
Keeping in their line.
Then a lightening strike
taking another life,
Against the twelve year old
Came the truth of life.
The soul rose from the body;
the twelve year old watched.
No sense of anticipation
or understanding awashed.
On the tiny clueless soul
grabbing the lunch in hand,
Waiting for him to open his mouth
he needs to eat, you understand?
The crowd is gathering fast
it's suffocating for the child.
Everyone is chattering loud,
can someone look after the child?
The mother comes running
shaking the child's soul
'Tell him to wake up' she says
'he listens to you my doll'.
'I fasted for him today,
tell him to wake up and see'
I wish I could do that mother,
I wish I knew what I've seen.
It must've been a lightening strike,
I saw him rise off the bed.
I kept searching for his soul
and there was nothing left.
I wish I could've cried
But my curiosity wouldn't let me.
I love him infinite
but my eyes wouldn't show it.
She shakes me hard,
Thunderstorm taking away her life.
She searches for the answer
In my hopeless eyes.
I wish I could give her strength
That she so desperately needs.
I wish I could help her bringing
back what we all want and need.
I don't have the strength to do that
or even to cry in my right mind.
But I do have the strength to let go
and the strength now to say goodbye.
Author's note: I wonder how much sense will it make to anyone who's reading it, it's hardly a motivating poem. But it's a part of a story, a real one, say a POV of a twelve year old. It's an attempt to sort things out with that child but I still think there is a piece missing here, if you figure out feel free to let me know.
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A twelve year old
And the sands of time,
Unknown to each other
Keeping in their line.
Then a lightening strike
taking another life,
Against the twelve year old
Came the truth of life.
The soul rose from the body;
the twelve year old watched.
No sense of anticipation
or understanding awashed.
On the tiny clueless soul
grabbing the lunch in hand,
Waiting for him to open his mouth
he needs to eat, you understand?
The crowd is gathering fast
it's suffocating for the child.
Everyone is chattering loud,
can someone look after the child?
The mother comes running
shaking the child's soul
'Tell him to wake up' she says
'he listens to you my doll'.
'I fasted for him today,
tell him to wake up and see'
I wish I could do that mother,
I wish I knew what I've seen.
It must've been a lightening strike,
I saw him rise off the bed.
I kept searching for his soul
and there was nothing left.
I wish I could've cried
But my curiosity wouldn't let me.
I love him infinite
but my eyes wouldn't show it.
She shakes me hard,
Thunderstorm taking away her life.
She searches for the answer
In my hopeless eyes.
I wish I could give her strength
That she so desperately needs.
I wish I could help her bringing
back what we all want and need.
I don't have the strength to do that
or even to cry in my right mind.
But I do have the strength to let go
and the strength now to say goodbye.
Author's note: I wonder how much sense will it make to anyone who's reading it, it's hardly a motivating poem. But it's a part of a story, a real one, say a POV of a twelve year old. It's an attempt to sort things out with that child but I still think there is a piece missing here, if you figure out feel free to let me know.
#everyone #tm #poetry #review
Existence
I am the existence, I am its repulsion,
I am the wife, I am the husband,
I am a preacher, I am a student,
I become the poem and the poet too..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Life is a journey with success and failures,
Walking alone, realization strikes hard :
Soul is eternal, my sustenance isn’t,
Memories left behind is what matters..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Innovations, theories, words, songs,
Dreams, Colors, inspirations;
The analogy continues
As the generations augment..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
I become the soothing essence to the intense fire,
Being the eye to sky and light to the eye,
I am the good, I am the bad, I am the lone, I am the whole,
My heart being the house
Runs the nature’s song..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..!
#suan
#review
#poem #motivation #life #inspiration #belief #selfrealisation
Authors note:
One of my oldest poems. These were my thoughts as I went on for a self realisation mode regarding life and existence.
I am the existence, I am its repulsion,
I am the wife, I am the husband,
I am a preacher, I am a student,
I become the poem and the poet too..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Life is a journey with success and failures,
Walking alone, realization strikes hard :
Soul is eternal, my sustenance isn’t,
Memories left behind is what matters..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
Innovations, theories, words, songs,
Dreams, Colors, inspirations;
The analogy continues
As the generations augment..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..
I become the soothing essence to the intense fire,
Being the eye to sky and light to the eye,
I am the good, I am the bad, I am the lone, I am the whole,
My heart being the house
Runs the nature’s song..
Every bond the world defies is mine,
Even the life of the unheard is mine,
The oceans of worldly ties are mine,
Even the life of celibacy and renunciation is mine..!
#suan
#review
#poem #motivation #life #inspiration #belief #selfrealisation
Authors note:
One of my oldest poems. These were my thoughts as I went on for a self realisation mode regarding life and existence.
He never expressed,
She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
#review
#ag
#shortstory
She demanded expression,
Love started to scatter,
As the drops of water on rainy day.
Hug those droplets and hug your love back,
Express with words or with an act,
Keeping things inside heart is not an art,
Be creative for expressing you loge love being an artist.
#review
#ag
#shortstory
Impasse
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review
#heartbreak #love
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review
#heartbreak #love
Impasse
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review #love #heartbreak
So where do we go from here?
We’ve hit an impasse.
Are we to be a play of Shakespeare?
Or let’s just hit pause.
My fingers are shaking, lips trembling
Voice has lost its tenor.
My knees threaten to bend, buckling
Eyes meek in manner.
How do I tell you the truth?
How do I pursue this path?
I am powerless, forsooth.
But how can I avoid the aftermath?
Fly far away, my love
I won’t stop you today.
Must I follow you to the skies above
Or die in deep dismay?
Here, we’re at an impasse
For the world may well be lost.
I, for one, shall let my heart pass
Away and get covered with frost.
#review #love #heartbreak
HEART SPEAKS
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy
#review #truth #heart
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy
#review #truth #heart
HEART SPEAKS
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy #review #truth #heart
In the quietude of early morning, I can hear a soft voice that says, express your truth, speak up even when your voice quivers, give entirely of yourself, and get lost in the service of others.
And yet... Observing within myself, I give with the expectation of getting. I lied for the sake of avoiding arguments. I expected others to serve me most of the time.
My heart is longing to live with congruency, where my heart, mind, and action are in alignment, and yet sometimes, my mind wants one thing, and the heart desires another. The conflict between the two become the norm of my daily life.
Amidst the conflict, I ask myself, what does my heart honestly want? The heart speaks, I want to express myself fully; I want to give and expect nothing in return. I want to speak my truth, even when my voice trembles. I want a peaceful, loving, and joyful existence. Through this, I say to myself. I am now speaking my truth. I am now expressing myself fully. I am a giver. From now on, wherever I go. I will create a peaceful, loving, and joyful world within and without.
What do you do when you experience conflict between the heart and the mind? I'm curious to know. Please share below
Peace + Love = Joy
Dedy #review #truth #heart
Dear Life!
So many times you have tried to put me through pain and sorrow.
So many times you have tried to serve me fear and doubt and told me I could never reach my goal.
So many times you have tried to shut me down and made me believe I got no strength to carry on.
O yes! I’ve suffered but I’ll suffer more to get to my destination.
O yes! I’ve been through pain but it has made me stronger.
O yes! I’ve doubted my myself, my journey and succumbed to fear of the unknown but I rose above it all and I’m on my way to being a better me.
So here it is LIFE...
Whenever you come knocking on my door the next time, I’ll have one answer for you..
I NEVER QUIT.
Maji_Orisa
#Maji_Orisa #poem #love #everyone #review
So many times you have tried to put me through pain and sorrow.
So many times you have tried to serve me fear and doubt and told me I could never reach my goal.
So many times you have tried to shut me down and made me believe I got no strength to carry on.
O yes! I’ve suffered but I’ll suffer more to get to my destination.
O yes! I’ve been through pain but it has made me stronger.
O yes! I’ve doubted my myself, my journey and succumbed to fear of the unknown but I rose above it all and I’m on my way to being a better me.
So here it is LIFE...
Whenever you come knocking on my door the next time, I’ll have one answer for you..
I NEVER QUIT.
Maji_Orisa
#Maji_Orisa #poem #love #everyone #review
Buddy not every thought ends up on a happy and fine ending.
It's not abruptly written rather it's well elaborated within sort lines.
thank you for your review.
It's not abruptly written rather it's well elaborated within sort lines.
thank you for your review.
Ecstasy Of Camaraderie
In the world of staring cold gazes,
All the day were full of hazes.
Blinding and hopeless were all passersby,
No sunshine of friendliness as hard as you try.
But then a bridge was built across the rift,
Ushered me to the gate of senses I amiss.
And all of a sudden I knew I had a friend,
Impermeably someone with whom I can spend
Most of my hours with awe-inspiring joy.
Getting the most out of me even when I was coy.
Even if we were far it never made a difference,
Yes I really felt the pang of you leaving and your absence.
I always felt loved and cared when you were around,
Remembering old times of togetherness I found-
Your smile and words were end to my embroil
Understanding every word I say even in the turmoil.
All these things say that I owe you more than you think
A relation unknown and a bond filled with love to the brink.
Someone to whom I can look up to,
Pertinent you are to me whatever I say or do.
Ravishing, you have a heart so humongous
I felt gratified with your friendship so tremendous.
Author's note: Title suggestions anyone?
#review #poetry #tm #everyone
In the world of staring cold gazes,
All the day were full of hazes.
Blinding and hopeless were all passersby,
No sunshine of friendliness as hard as you try.
But then a bridge was built across the rift,
Ushered me to the gate of senses I amiss.
And all of a sudden I knew I had a friend,
Impermeably someone with whom I can spend
Most of my hours with awe-inspiring joy.
Getting the most out of me even when I was coy.
Even if we were far it never made a difference,
Yes I really felt the pang of you leaving and your absence.
I always felt loved and cared when you were around,
Remembering old times of togetherness I found-
Your smile and words were end to my embroil
Understanding every word I say even in the turmoil.
All these things say that I owe you more than you think
A relation unknown and a bond filled with love to the brink.
Someone to whom I can look up to,
Pertinent you are to me whatever I say or do.
Ravishing, you have a heart so humongous
I felt gratified with your friendship so tremendous.
Author's note: Title suggestions anyone?
#review #poetry #tm #everyone