. 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

#review #prashant #indian #phrase

Never stop fighting until you arrive at your destined place - that is, the unique you. Have an aim in life, continuously acquire knowledge, work hard, and have perseverance to realise the great life.

#review #prashant #phrase #indian

Challenges are what make life interesting. Overcoming them is what makes life meaningful.

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

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 :))

It has been my pleasure to be running around when I was younger than this but some years i thought I ceased not knowing I only seized, now;

To my surprise I am still running, this time around a circle, With no tiredness in my veins

To my surprise I am still running, this time in zig-zag order, with zero fatigue in my artery.

To my surprise I am still running, this time maintaining a straightline, with no travel-worn in my blood clotting

Suddenly I stopped, wondering what chasing me.... Then I realised the following;

When I was running in a Rotational motion, you were in the middle while I was protecting you

When I was running in a Random motion, you were around me while I was blocking all harm from coming towards you.

When I was running in a Regular motion, you were behind me while I was ushering you.


Then my intuition told me to continue running, till now I never stopped running all to be where you are!



#review #everyone #love

The Lights That Carry Us

I travelled a lot as a child.
My father built hospitals, health centers and mosques on distant islands, and
every few months,
carrying workmen and materials,
I would find myself riding a speck on a vast breathing ocean
on my way to somewhere new.
Watching flying fish shoot out
from the calm azure glass, gliding
along with the boat for a hundred
feet and pierce back into the blue.
And I, a boy with cheek pressed against the vibrations of the engine
lying at the front of the boat with my head hanging down Wide eyed,
most mesmerized by how the bow
of the dhoani, endlessly
cleaved the sea in two.

There are few things I could look at forever.

A blazing, fire its tendrils
licking in sensual ecstacy,
never stopping, ever dancing.
The perfect metaphor for the human condition,
fire, light, dance and burning too.
The liberation of matter into smoke,
even more solid than the fuel itself.
Miraculous in how something could
hold so much in something so little. Then there is water,
sometimes calm, sometimes excited
kicking and curling up; foam laughing on its extremities.

Nieztche said that when we when gaze into the abyss,
the abyss also gazes back into us.
I am sure it is the same with these things too.

Lately, on my darkest days
I find myself thinking of moonless nights
and the child on the boat
sleepless, wide eyed, hypnotized still,
sailing a sea of void on which not even the light
of dead stars are reflected back.
It would have been terrifying,
if It wasn't so beautiful.

When you stand at the back,
you would see the path of the dhoni
illuminated by a trail of bioluminiscence
And from the front, nothing but the blackest black
except from fleeting sparks of plankton
at the place the boat and the sea met.

On these nights, I am sure
these grains of light are all that is
holding this vessel afloat.

#review #nazaal #poetry

(A dhoni is a type of Maldivian boat)

DANDELION
The coercive wind winnow away it's white fur tattered seeds like the emperors of the sky winnowing the air. It moribund with a caveat of rebirth, a new life- surviving through all the challenges and difficulties. it's seed attached with the wings staggering in the air in solidarity like a pestilence giving chance to grow and flourish again. But in reality it uses subterfuge on everyone from child to old one's by associating with hope and dreams that come true because when children fervently blow it's fluff they close their eyes and make a wish. When they see a dandelion head, they are reminded of all the things they have and will wish for.
#IG #randomPiece #review

Responsibility

Trying to be responsible,
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible.

#micropoetry #review

Responsibility

Trying to be responsible
I am off from the current
And bemused by possibilities of the future
Though i care,
I struggle to be responsible

#micropoetry #review

Lots of promises
Lots of memories
All in vain
When people change
#review #saloni

It’s ok not be the master of everything,to be aware about everything,to be pretend urself intelligent every time.

It’s ok if someone makes fun of you let them enjoy you are not born to impress the community & to be pretend urself whom you not are,

It’s time to accept urself not to adjust urslef but don’t expect others to accept U, be simple soul the way you are,

It’s time to learn to be okay…everything thing may be not okay today but meant to be okay one day….

#iamswati #review

We all have scarred in our soul,

We all broken once twice or many times,

We die a little every day with older soul in the same clothes, with the same scars.

But these scars only remind every time to me that I survived little stronger Little Better…

#review

p o o r C o m p a s s i o n

while walking on a foot path
On a dusky evening..
eyes sudden got stuck on the roadside
I saw a mother rather I would elaborate saying:
a working mother feeding her new baby
on the wooden bench of the tea stall
where she works.
the view was something that broadly able to justify the Indian grading system in an well manner.
Despite of thousands of plannings and steps towards the mother walfare skim that the government regularly thinking of.
Believing that one day with the new sun rise all the sorrows and pains of the roadside workers will be wipe out.

#review
#thought

It's true.

I am the monster they say I am, So please keep a distance.

I'll be waiting for the tenderness to exorcize the shades from my pathetic existence.

And when the mist unfolds, I'll cry the tears I couldn't cry before.

Author's note: This is an old thing of mine. Still I want to hear thoughts about it.

#review #Noob #poetry

Oh my sweet diary

You are like that pole star
Who shows the way when the time comes.

You are like those stars
Which contains all my happiness and sadness,

You are like that sun
Who show new hope every day,

You are like those trees
Who gives fresh new ideas,

You are like that flower
through which blossomed life,

You are like that wind
That clarifies the thoughts of the mind,

What to say about you
There's nothing like saying
You are my whole life
#review #everyone

Yes, I love him

Yes, I adore him

Yes, his handsome face brings smile to my face

And yes, he sure lights up my day

But there is a price that I have to pay for all this

Bcoz, Yes, it is gonna hurt when he leaves

Yes, it will make me sad when I couldn't see him anymore

And, yes it will break my heart when I won't even receive his texts 

But I guess you have to go through the pain for the happiness that you gained

Yes, it is stupid to fall for him knowing in the end it will leave you hurt

Yes, it is illogical to think of a future with him when it's a dead end

And, ofcourse, it's really suicidal to be a hopeless dreamer

But I guess life is about all that

Taking risks,

Putting your heart on your sleeves,

Being courageous to be vulnerable and open to love 

Wishing to be loved back like a endless prayer

That might never come true

But in the end it's worth it as it sets you free 

That you dared to do something, gave your all to it,

Not thinking about the outcome, but enjoying the thrill of that journey brought you

Yes, in the end Love hurts

Yes, it sucks

And yes, it will drain you out 

But you gave yourself a chance again

And I think it matters the most 

That you loved someone with your bare soul. 


#review #kp #poetry

Don't  know what pleasure did  those animals gain, 
As they made her scream in pain. 
Rods inserted, intestines pulled out, 
She was so damned that she couldn't even shout. 
Stripped, tortured, traped and raped, 
Of her self respect she was scraped. 
No one listened, no one came,
Now the demons within her no one can tame. 
Alone in a black hole, 
She lost everything, even her soul. 
Justice is something she deserves, 
But the judiciary is under the thumb of those pervs. 
No where to go, no one to tell, 
She decided to escape that scary hell. 
With a smile on her face, 
And hand on her heart, 
She slit her wrists, 
And was dead in a gist. 



-Aditi Panjwani 
MBBS Student.

#review

Don't  know what pleasure did  those animals gain, 
As they made her scream in pain. 
Rods inserted, intestines pulled out, 
She was so damned that she couldn't even shout. 
Stripped, tortured, traped and raped, 
Of her self respect she was scraped. 
No one listened, no one came,
Now the demons within her no one can tame. 
Alone in a black hole, 
She lost everything, even her soul. 
Justice is something she deserves, 
But the judiciary is under the thumb of those pervs. 
No where to go, no one to tell, 
She decided to escape that scary hell. 
With a smile on her face, 
And hand on her heart, 
She slit her wrists, 
And was dead in a gist. 



-Aditi Panjwani 
MBBS Student.

#review #ap #poetry

Euthanasia

Euthanasia not dysplasia
Euthanasia not fantasia
Euthanasia not aphasia
Euthanasia is a plight
Not Asia nor Malaysia.

Euthanasia is mercy-killing
Euthanasia is painlessly-killing
Euthanasia is putting to death

She thought with a flood of despair
With a glinting eyes, eye blazing with fury
such imperturbable looks she succumbed
Words cut by her cry of pain.

She'd escaped from the clause of thought
She'd been jailed, jailed by her emotions
Grew leaps and bounds
Loving an exotic man,a foreigners
Thinks white is preferable to black
Not remembering, flesh remains flesh
White or black, both remains are Human flesh
Words cut her train of thought

With her thoughts and doing
She thinks she's building a future
Not knowing all was semblance
Such deceit, Such deception,
Such dissimulation, Such delusion
She'd been cremating her later(future)

Dead but living, the doctor persisted
She wanted a diagnosis that require
Chemotherapy or maybe chemotherapeutic
But the tick tock of time, isn't hers anymore
Its over EUTHANASIA she screamed.


© TheSimiloluwa ✍🏿


#review #everyone #poetry

colours



there's a war going on

not on a warpath

but inside my head


my mind tries to win

but my heart takes the lead


a bloodshed takes

place within


a million of

broken dreams.


#review #kt #poetry

(I wrote this 3 years back and that is why it feels so off)