
With much pleasure he strives
Strive to survive, strive to arrival
Strive to revive, Strive to archive,
Strive to connive, Strive to thrive
strive not to deprive, strive not to skydive
Isn't this what an hero does?
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'
speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
At such times
death isn't far from me
#review #poetry #simi #everyone
With much pleasure he strives
Strive to survive, strive to arrival
Strive to revive, Strive to archive,
Strive to connive, Strive to thrive
strive not to deprive, strive not to skydive
Isn't this what an hero does?
He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he
who listens intimately
to the sweet murmur of
your voice, the enticing
laughter that makes my own
heart beat fast. If I meet
you suddenly, I can'
speak -- my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,
hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body
At such times
death isn't far from me
#review #poetry #simi #everyone
#review #poetry #everyone
|| Journalist ||
I am the guard of democracy
I am a journalist.
Someone crush democracy
I do not accept it,
Stop the pen for me
There is no such wall.
To protect democracy
I will take one hundred births,
As long as there is breath in this body
I will keep writing against injustice.
I am a boon to protect democracy
Yes, I am a journalist.
—Prashant Kumar
|| Journalist ||
I am the guard of democracy
I am a journalist.
Someone crush democracy
I do not accept it,
Stop the pen for me
There is no such wall.
To protect democracy
I will take one hundred births,
As long as there is breath in this body
I will keep writing against injustice.
I am a boon to protect democracy
Yes, I am a journalist.
—Prashant Kumar
A SHORT LOVE TRIANGLE
Flowers down, the wind would have whispered as though to impersonate the human character of signaling a dear one at the mercy of the ground in a battlefield.... Tears holding back to adhere to the rule of a man never cries but the eyes were threatening to break the code.... Since a lover is all he could defend and the witness had switched the stand... What verdict could please his heart?.... Nothing made sense as he tried to capture the juncture.... A lonely man he was now but none to be accused of denying his love... Only circumstances that had now revealed from the dark.... How could she be so mean to slain a king already on his knees? Her small steps beside her side lover as she walked away could be accounted for on the sand but a wide gap she had left in the heart of a looser... After all the effort he had made... It was very clear he was not going to get a taste....
So a lover on a mission,
Seeking justice for a reason,
That whoever has possession,
Gets no chance for any session,
Magdalena being an epitome of beauty had chosen her side before the saga... But how she had managed to fool Austin in the three campus years was a beacon to reckon with....
#it will continue #review it #selfwritten #comment
Flowers down, the wind would have whispered as though to impersonate the human character of signaling a dear one at the mercy of the ground in a battlefield.... Tears holding back to adhere to the rule of a man never cries but the eyes were threatening to break the code.... Since a lover is all he could defend and the witness had switched the stand... What verdict could please his heart?.... Nothing made sense as he tried to capture the juncture.... A lonely man he was now but none to be accused of denying his love... Only circumstances that had now revealed from the dark.... How could she be so mean to slain a king already on his knees? Her small steps beside her side lover as she walked away could be accounted for on the sand but a wide gap she had left in the heart of a looser... After all the effort he had made... It was very clear he was not going to get a taste....
So a lover on a mission,
Seeking justice for a reason,
That whoever has possession,
Gets no chance for any session,
Magdalena being an epitome of beauty had chosen her side before the saga... But how she had managed to fool Austin in the three campus years was a beacon to reckon with....
#it will continue #review it #selfwritten #comment
b o n d i n g
a routine
that always starts from the street dogs,
making them active to..
feeding them in hand.
somewhere it's the unseen bond
of the gentleman
that was letting him to..
do such loveable works.
If a day,he don't saw
the street dog Bruno
he just got mad
on almost on everything.
The dogs especially the Bruno
have made a special
significance on to
gentleman's heart ❤️:)
#review
#everyone
#thought
#morning
#dogs
#bonding
a routine
that always starts from the street dogs,
making them active to..
feeding them in hand.
somewhere it's the unseen bond
of the gentleman
that was letting him to..
do such loveable works.
If a day,he don't saw
the street dog Bruno
he just got mad
on almost on everything.
The dogs especially the Bruno
have made a special
significance on to
gentleman's heart ❤️:)
#review
#everyone
#thought
#morning
#dogs
#bonding
Bleeding Brain
Do you ever feel
Like your brain is bleeding
grey matter all over the place?
That your emotions run awry
And you’ve lost track
Of any semblance of coherence you’ve?
You run, and you run,
Trying to escape the trap
That you see all around you.
Oh, at last you sit tired
Not realising that all this while
You’ve been running around inside you.
#review
Do you ever feel
Like your brain is bleeding
grey matter all over the place?
That your emotions run awry
And you’ve lost track
Of any semblance of coherence you’ve?
You run, and you run,
Trying to escape the trap
That you see all around you.
Oh, at last you sit tired
Not realising that all this while
You’ve been running around inside you.
#review
n e s t
I have seen those
homecoming birds
their post roaming activity
that they do, after
exploring the vast sky..
is in the nest:)
#myview
#review
#bird
#homecoming
#everyone
I have seen those
homecoming birds
their post roaming activity
that they do, after
exploring the vast sky..
is in the nest:)
#myview
#review
#bird
#homecoming
#everyone
When the rain comes by
When the rain comes by
And the roofs cave in
While the wind murmurs secrets
To the wild bushes
As the evening falls
As gracefully as the purple ramparts
Across your neck
As they carry an immigrant hope
Moving across your naked neck
Like a tributary wandering across
An unknown territory
Yet carrying wistful hopes
Traversing latitudes and longitudes
Of pain and suffering
To meet its beloved ocean, someday
The radio hums
a song that google wasn’t able to name
but you remember it nonetheless
the clouds whirr in the sky
like an upsetting frown
as you hear the thunder
a voice cracks
the fire in the fireplace cackles
I ache for the warmth
Of Ma’s touch
and the unshaken shoulder of Pa
I ache for the soothing blues
And a kantha made by Ma
On these days so desolate and despairing
Yet in the threshold of my heart
A peacock dances
Feigning happiness
As the roofs cave in
As the rains come in
- Ankhi
#review #galvanizedthoughts #gt #everyone
When the rain comes by
And the roofs cave in
While the wind murmurs secrets
To the wild bushes
As the evening falls
As gracefully as the purple ramparts
Across your neck
As they carry an immigrant hope
Moving across your naked neck
Like a tributary wandering across
An unknown territory
Yet carrying wistful hopes
Traversing latitudes and longitudes
Of pain and suffering
To meet its beloved ocean, someday
The radio hums
a song that google wasn’t able to name
but you remember it nonetheless
the clouds whirr in the sky
like an upsetting frown
as you hear the thunder
a voice cracks
the fire in the fireplace cackles
I ache for the warmth
Of Ma’s touch
and the unshaken shoulder of Pa
I ache for the soothing blues
And a kantha made by Ma
On these days so desolate and despairing
Yet in the threshold of my heart
A peacock dances
Feigning happiness
As the roofs cave in
As the rains come in
- Ankhi
#review #galvanizedthoughts #gt #everyone
whenever you came here
please, come with your own smile, own perspective, own attitude.
I m not hate this
but want to fight with you
it is tough for me
but it's true.
you always looked me
as I m your best friend,
you always smile
as you have no problem,
you fight with me
as you want to kill me,
you tease me
as you always right,
you hate me
as we are not friend,
I feel this is your habit
but I do not enable to understand
I pray to god for you
you always happy and keep a smile as well fight with me
no need to think more
we are a good friend
whether you talk with me or not
#everyone #review #rosy
please, come with your own smile, own perspective, own attitude.
I m not hate this
but want to fight with you
it is tough for me
but it's true.
you always looked me
as I m your best friend,
you always smile
as you have no problem,
you fight with me
as you want to kill me,
you tease me
as you always right,
you hate me
as we are not friend,
I feel this is your habit
but I do not enable to understand
I pray to god for you
you always happy and keep a smile as well fight with me
no need to think more
we are a good friend
whether you talk with me or not
#everyone #review #rosy
Untainted Felicity
In imperturbable poise; the future
Belongs to those like us who deemed it
Ascertained: an extant present
Though cloudy; gloomily wrapped
Even, so unkempt- the wrapper
Yet we treasure what it wraps
Consciously cautious,
Timorously ambulating through
The slimy paving,,, quite aware
Of every uncalculated step- nocuous
Leading to a deadening route,
Hampering our peregrination.
Mindful of the intents of hurdles
A sequence to life perturbation;
Intermittent, sneakingly chivying
Its way: delaying and stagnating
Those who putters around defeat.
Cognizant of this, we awake;
Rising greatly tall, we pick up
Our pieces from the fall; shaking
Off every defeat... Revived: strong
And experienced. Onward forward,
Discerning that life; dispassionate
And candid, gratifies only those
who knows its habitude- customs that
Hedge the felicities of its vicissitude.
© the.sage.s.pen
#poetry #review
In imperturbable poise; the future
Belongs to those like us who deemed it
Ascertained: an extant present
Though cloudy; gloomily wrapped
Even, so unkempt- the wrapper
Yet we treasure what it wraps
Consciously cautious,
Timorously ambulating through
The slimy paving,,, quite aware
Of every uncalculated step- nocuous
Leading to a deadening route,
Hampering our peregrination.
Mindful of the intents of hurdles
A sequence to life perturbation;
Intermittent, sneakingly chivying
Its way: delaying and stagnating
Those who putters around defeat.
Cognizant of this, we awake;
Rising greatly tall, we pick up
Our pieces from the fall; shaking
Off every defeat... Revived: strong
And experienced. Onward forward,
Discerning that life; dispassionate
And candid, gratifies only those
who knows its habitude- customs that
Hedge the felicities of its vicissitude.
© the.sage.s.pen
#poetry #review
d i f f e r L u c k
In this huge crisis...
some lives are settled down
well on the big roofs of the giant apartments
where as some are fighting to survive
and kept trying to arrange the two times meals.
some people enjoy the evening
with their loved ones with
eating the expensive snacks and ice creams.
where as some other are unable to meet
their loved one even once in a month
for some, it seems to be like a holiday.
for some, it's like the live death sentence.
That's the cruel bare dance of the
today's society:)
#review
#thought
eveningwalk
In this huge crisis...
some lives are settled down
well on the big roofs of the giant apartments
where as some are fighting to survive
and kept trying to arrange the two times meals.
some people enjoy the evening
with their loved ones with
eating the expensive snacks and ice creams.
where as some other are unable to meet
their loved one even once in a month
for some, it seems to be like a holiday.
for some, it's like the live death sentence.
That's the cruel bare dance of the
today's society:)
#review
#thought
eveningwalk
. O Angels.
Lifting my chin up towards the sky,
Gazing those stars tucked so high.
Wishing someone up from there,
With long feathers in a whitish attire,
Could notice me standing all alone here.
My lips quivered ,
Felt a little shaken,
Wanted a favour,
From the Angels of the Heaven.
That,
I become capable of doing what my heart says,
No matter for whatever it pays.
Nothing's Impossible,with a passion to do
O Angels,
Shower your blessings upon me,
So that my wishlist comes true.
#review #wish #saloni
Lifting my chin up towards the sky,
Gazing those stars tucked so high.
Wishing someone up from there,
With long feathers in a whitish attire,
Could notice me standing all alone here.
My lips quivered ,
Felt a little shaken,
Wanted a favour,
From the Angels of the Heaven.
That,
I become capable of doing what my heart says,
No matter for whatever it pays.
Nothing's Impossible,with a passion to do
O Angels,
Shower your blessings upon me,
So that my wishlist comes true.
#review #wish #saloni
Signs which were never for me,
I made them mine,
Promises that were never made for me,
Still I believe them in my heart indeed,
All those dreams that I fantasied about,
It was my mistake that I thought they were mine...
#review
I made them mine,
Promises that were never made for me,
Still I believe them in my heart indeed,
All those dreams that I fantasied about,
It was my mistake that I thought they were mine...
#review
the illusion of bias
as i look out of the window
a dreary night
i see the moon shining
but there is no radiance
only a faint dim light
and as i look at the moon
i realise
the way you stir
you would resemble her
because you’re blurred
with the ecsatsy of distortion
how you conceal those tears
behind the assumption so utopian
i look at the moon
and i wonder
if it lost the innocence it had
just like i did
did it lose its innocence
when it realised that
hell and heaven were the same
when the only place
they both belonged to
bled of pain
or it lost its innocence
when it realised the ugly truth
behind this facade of magnificence
i wonder if it feels the way i do
shining on someone else's light
and taking the pride in the
debt of dependence
that is long overdue
and as i shut the blinds
and stop pondering
i realise that moon is just like me
lost and wandering.
#review #kt #poetry
(I know there are no punctuations. I wrote it just spontaneously while I was texting, so I thought I would keep the flow raw, but any other suggestions are most welcome :))
as i look out of the window
a dreary night
i see the moon shining
but there is no radiance
only a faint dim light
and as i look at the moon
i realise
the way you stir
you would resemble her
because you’re blurred
with the ecsatsy of distortion
how you conceal those tears
behind the assumption so utopian
i look at the moon
and i wonder
if it lost the innocence it had
just like i did
did it lose its innocence
when it realised that
hell and heaven were the same
when the only place
they both belonged to
bled of pain
or it lost its innocence
when it realised the ugly truth
behind this facade of magnificence
i wonder if it feels the way i do
shining on someone else's light
and taking the pride in the
debt of dependence
that is long overdue
and as i shut the blinds
and stop pondering
i realise that moon is just like me
lost and wandering.
#review #kt #poetry
(I know there are no punctuations. I wrote it just spontaneously while I was texting, so I thought I would keep the flow raw, but any other suggestions are most welcome :))